#the queue has already reached Friday

[rainystressed247]

:O Thank you!!! Like the saying goes, if I want to see something, I might as well make it happen!

Thank you for indulging in my silly AUs and many many pretty Dream. <3

Thank you @rainystressed247 for serving us art and aus. I would be starving for food without you. Can’t help falling in love with your art style and creativity.

💌 @rainystressed247

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Telling Hugh Dancy about trans masc Will and more...

As some of you already know by now, I went to Boston Fanexpo this past weekend for another stop on the unofficial Hannibal 2024 Reunion Tour.

I had planned to do autographs on the Friday before the Hannibal panel and had brought some gifts for Hugh which included a copy of Adapt. Evolve. Become: The Genderqueer Fandom of NBC's Hannibal, which I compiled and edited last year. I also got him to sign my own copy (above).

It all moved quite quickly, but I did have the chance to explain that it's a volume by and about trans, non-binary, and genderqueer Fannibals that includes art, fics, essays, and personal pieces. He seemed intrigued and I said I hope he'd have the chance to read it and that the art isn't explicit/sexual but some of the fics are - he laughed and said he appreciated the warning.

It was all quite the whirlwind, especially after coming all the way from the UK, so I was absolutely mortified when I remembered the next morning that I had talked with a few trans Fannibals who had specifically asked me to let him know that he/Will is a trans icon. So I went back up to see him again on the Saturday morning when it wasn't too busy (and get more stuff signed) and this is what happened:

[I wrote notes down right after so this is as close an account I can get without having filmed it!].

Me: I saw you yesterday Hugh: I remember (smiley-friendly) Me: I gave you a book Hugh: I remember (smiley-friendly) Me: well, I forgot to tell you. A few trans Fannibals reached out to me to tell you that Will is a trans icon to them and we all love you for it. Hugh was surprised (in a nice way) and I was pretty much going to walk away then - job done and feeling like time for me to stop bothering Hugh lol. But before I could walk away he sort of held out his hand to stop me and said something along the lines of - I don't mean this in a disrespectful way, don't take it the wrong way... I'm genuinely curious- I get that it can be about identity- but what is the connection to Will and being trans? Luckily - my essay in the book is exactly about how Will can be read as trans, so I sort of gave him a summary of that. I explained that (obviously) both Will and Hannibal can be read as queer, and that - especially as both characters have dominant masculine and feminine traits, it's also easy to read them both as trans or in some way genderqueer. He was nodding and agreeing, so I further explained that with Hannibal, he is fully formed - he's already whatever he is - which Hugh also agreed with. But that Will is still becoming, still transitioning and therefore can be more relatable to trans fans who see that journey in themselves. So although it's not necessarily the same journey - there is enough to it that it resonates with trans people. I said that in the show there is also the added bonus of Will being seen and accepted for who he is, just as trans people wish to be. He was nodding along and agreeing with me and then he thanked me for explaining that. It was pretty quiet previously but I'd been there a few minutes so the queue was building up a little but he was so focused on me - so genuinely intent on hearing what I had to say and learning more. SO I CARRIED ON. (lols) I explained to him that it goes further than the show, that we have found a community in the fandom and that many trans people have a catalyst in their life that sparks their journey - like Will had in his friendship with Hannibal. For us it might be a person, an event, or even a TV show. I explained how the fandom are so supportive of trans people - that we are SEEN. That I for one wouldn't have been able to afford top surgery without the kind donations of Fannibals back when I was not in a good place (mentally or financially). That we all help each other and for some of us that has been life-saving. He did the hand on heart thing and said "wow" and was clearly moved. I said to him that so much of this is in the book, that I completely understand if he doesn't want to read the fanfic, but I really hope that he will at least read each of the personal pieces - that each of the fics and art also have a little write up from their creator about what the show and/or fandom has meant to them and their gender journey - how important this has been in our lives. He repeated a couple of times that he would definitely read it. I thanked him and he held out his hand and gave me the most genuine hand shake I've had in my life.

I want to really stress here how much this was instigated by Hugh. That he really wanted to know more and understand and didn't even look at the slowly growing queue but was instead intently focused on knowing more about the trans Fannibals and about why this show and the characters mean so much to us.

I then went off and spoke with a few Fannibal friends in the queue before getting around the corner to another Fannibal friend and having a bit of an emotional moment/breakdown. I can't even explain how grateful I am that he gave me the opportunity to explain all this to him. And I was especially glad I got to tell that Will is a trans icon because I'd have felt terrible if I'd have not done that after people had asked!! Thank you for trusting me to pass that message on for you!

💖

I know for many of you Adapt. Evolve. Become: The Genderqueer Fandom of NBC's Hannibal might have gone a little under the radar. So here is some more about that >>

It was compiled last year for Trans Hanni Day, edited by Max Turner of (and in conjunction with) A Coup of Owls Press - and published under Max's ACoO imprint.

It features essays, personal pieces, fanart and fanfic by and about trans, non-binary, genderqueer and otherwise non-cis Fannibals.

IT IS FREE TO DOWNLOAD, however we ask that if you do that, please consider donating to one of the linked trans orgs if you can afford to (or a similar organisation/charity of your choice).

It can be purchased on Amazon, however, as the proceeds go to charity, and Amazon only gives royalties, more is earned/given if bought directly via Max's shop.

Dearest trans Fannibals, please know that YOU ARE SEEN!

[ddejavvu]

Steve telling robin about this girl who he’s spoken to a few times and reallly wants to ask out and she’s a big hype man for his love quest. But then he comes in one day to see robin very innocently flirting with you bc she doesn’t know you’re the girl Steve’s talking about. So queue shenanigans of him trying to get robin away in anyway that won’t make you think he’s weird, but maybe he’s going to trip her over or something so he can tell her that’s you and she can be his wingman instead, just a funny shenanigans plot haha

Steve doesn't think twice about the bell to the shop tinkling over the door from where he's rewinding tapes in the back. He watches the picture rapidly flit from scene to scene of Pretty in Pink, until the credits appear and he ejects the VHS from the player. He slides it into its sleeve, but then he hears your voice, a sound that breaks him out of the monotony of his job, and has his feet moving towards the door of their own accord.

He rushes out to the counter, cursing himself for letting Robin take the counter for this shift. You usually come later, so he'd been prepared to swap with her before 5PM, but it's 3 now and you're chatting jovially over the counter with her.

"Your bracelet is gorgeous," She croons, and there's something more-than-friendly about the way she cradles your wrist in her hand to admire it, "It suits you really well."

"Aw, thank you!" You gush, grinning at her, "I called ahead to reserve The Goonies, Steve said he'd put it behind the counter?"

He had put it behind the counter. He'd set aside cash there, too, because he was going to pay your rental fee, and when you'd thank him for it, he was going to say that it was no big deal. But that if you wanted, you could come over to his place to watch it? And he'd pay for pizza too, you wouldn't have to worry about that. So when Robin reaches for the movie, Steve jumps into action.

"Oh, yeah! Here it is," Robin grabs the tape from where it's tucked beneath Steve's jacket near the trash can, "Okay, $1.99 for the rental fee, and you'll have to pay another $0.99 for every day after this Friday that you keep it."

"Actually, Rob," Steve rushes to the counter, cheeks slightly flushed as you turn to watch him, "Uh, I can take this one."

"I got it," She stares awkwardly at him, hand already reaching for the two dollar bills you're handing her

"Uh, no I- I need your help in the back," He jerks a thumb towards the rewind room, "Would you-? I'll- we'll be right back," He smiles at you, gripping her bicep and tugging her away from the counter before she can take your money, "Just give me a second!"

"Dude!" She hisses the moment the door is shut, "What's the matter with you? I totally could have handled that!"

"That's the girl I was telling you about," Steve gushes, his eyes wide and his hands tense at his sides, "I- You can't flirt with the girl I like!'

Her eyes widen momentarily, and her shoulders sag, "Oh, Steve, I didn't know. Okay, uh- alright, you can ring her up. God, why do you always call dibs on the pretty ones?"

"Thanks, Robin," Steve grins, patting her on the shoulder as he rushes for the door. He jogs back to the counter, matching your kind smile with his own where you've set your $2 on the counter.

"Hey, uh, no worries," He stands at the cash register, pushing your bills back towards you and pulling out his own, "I got this one."

Your brows furrow, "Wait- you...? No, I got it! Steve, I'll pay for it, it's okay."

"Don't worry about it!' He insists, pointedly ignoring the way you're holding the cash up for him and sticking his own bills in the register, "I just- I thought that, uh, it would be nice if you came over to my place to watch it. Tonight. Or- or some other night, if tonight doesn't work. But I-," He stammers, grinning sweetly at you, "I can pay."

Your eyes soften, and the hand with the money in it sags. Your confused frown morphs into a smile, "I'd love to come over, Steve. Tonight doesn't work, I'm babysitting." You lament, "But I'm free tomorrow, if you are?"

Steve has a closing shift tomorrow.

"Yeah, no I'm- I'm free." He nods vigorously, already thinking about what food he can bribe Robin with to switch her hours with his tomorrow, "Uh, I can come pick you up at six?"

"Six-thirty," You bargain, and he hands you the tape with a smile and a nod, "Thanks, Steve."

"Yeah, anytime! See you then!" He calls after you as you head for the door, and he waits until you're safely out of the parking lot to rush for the back room, not wanting you to see his desperation.

"She said yes!" He practically shouts, scaring Robin so much that she drops the tape she's holding. It shatters on the ground, plastic spewing over the scratchy carpet, and she shares a horrified glance with Steve.

"Shit. Uh," He stammers, floundering for a solution that won't cost him more than his allowance, "I'll buy a blank tape, just- stick it in there and don't tell anyone. Here," He digs in his pocket, pulling out a ten dollar bill he'd planned to use for gas, "Take this, that's, like, $4 for the tape and $6 for dinner tomorrow night, you're closing."

"I don't have a closing-" She starts, her brows furrowing, then her eyes narrow and she fixes him with an unimpressed stare.

"Really?"

"She wants to meet tomorrow!" Steve insists, running a hand through his hair, "Just- take the cash, Rob. Plus, you owe me one," He reasons, "You flirted with my girl."

"She's not your girl," Robin gripes, but she's more than happy to take the money, "Just be glad I'm an easy bribe, doofus."

[ddelline]

free-for-all (wips) friday

blurb | alright so an adsr update is still a lil aways, hence posting this as a sneak peak (of new! writing! finally!) editing the bulk of the prev posted 33k (which is now at 36k, yikes lol) took up the majority of my time, and I ended up lagging behind

premise | road trip! the first bit, which serves as a sort of of a calm before the storm-bit. we'll also be seeing some action in this one. queue dramatic music (or some shit) verrry short in comparison to my usual wip postings, but I don't wanna get ahead of myself and reveal tooooo much

The journey down to Nagoya is an exercise in restraint. Satoru would be surprised, but it feels futile to try and conquer and divide among his emotions, considering he’s already expanding a great deal more than he’d do for literally anything else. 

The convoy pitches stops at several checkpoints along the route South. They make Satoru and Yūji get out at the first two, flash their IDs and recite where they’re headed and why. Yūji is restless with energy, shifts his weight between his feet and tilts forward whenever he’s addressed.

Satoru, for his part, and in contrast to Yūji—slouches, drawls his syllables long and makes himself a bit more caustic with each unnecessary interruption. It’s one thing to halt the caravan and inspect its contents, but wasting precious time—time no one has, least of all Satoru and Yūji—on subjecting them to a rote inspection protocol each and every time—it’s grating.

“Gojō-sensei,” huffs Yūji—who seems less and less inclined to let Satoru off the hook with each passing minute—once they get back on the road. “You could be a little less harsh, no?”

Satoru quirks an eyebrow. “Who’s being harsh?”

Yūji’s expression turns deadpan. “C’mon, sensei.”

Satoru relaxes into the steely side of the truck. He doesn’t say anything. It eventually prompts Yūji to continue, “They’re just trying to do their job. Same as us.”

“Same as us, huh?” muses Satoru. “That’s one way to look at it, I suppose.”

“Well, how would you look at it?” asks Yūji. It’s not particularly challenging, more genuinely inquisitive. 

Satoru glances across the cramped space; Yūji has fitted himself between a wooden crate and a pile of grain sacks. His legs splay long and loose across the floor. He’s looking far at a spot over Satoru’s head.

Satoru cracks his neck. “If the authorities were operating at a disadvantage I’d concede to your point. As it is, they’re well aware of what’s happening and when. Same as us. Wouldn’t you say, Yūji—knowing what you do—that we’re wasting a considerable amount of time? Going through all of these checkpoints; ticking all these rote, regulatory boxes—for what, exactly?”

Yūji counts off his fingers. “I mean. It’s not slowed us more than what—twenty, thirty minutes though?”

“Thirty minutes that could spell the difference between life and death.”

Yūji’s brow creases. “I—not really? Right?”

“Why wouldn’t it?” Satoru tips his glasses up to his hairline. Doesn’t miss the way Yūji’s eyes twitch wider, but can’t imagine reaching for it right now, attempt to grab it for himself to enjoy. “Every minute we’re sat here, rendered effectively useless, is a minute we’re not getting back. It’s thirty minutes spent ineffectively—thirty minutes we shouldn’t lose.”

“So use it on me,” replies Yūji promptly. He locks eyes with Satoru baldly. “Use it to—I dunno, teach me something. That’s useful, right?”

For a few seconds Satoru can’t do anything but stare. Frankly, he’s becoming a bit tired with himself—with how effectively he’s rendered mute, sometimes, when Yūji turns his sincerity up to a T, lays it belly-up for Satoru to stare at, try to make sense of.

“Sensei?” prods Yūji.

Satoru puffs a breath he hadn’t realized was stocking in his chest. “You’re something else, you know.”

Yūji rolls his eyes.

“No indulging me, huh.” Satoru arches an eyebrow. “Well, in that case—walk me through yours and Megumi’s infiltration op, would you?”

[theopulenthq]

Happy Monday, all! We wanted to welcome in the new week with an update about some rule changes we have implemented, as well as a couple of other topics to address! Additionally, we wanted to let everyone know to prepare for an activity check later this week, likely on Thursday. July is a busy month for us all, and we have several upcoming hiatuses, so we will continue to monitor the needs of the group as we progress with activity checks!

Acceptance Days Changes

We are changing our acceptance dates! Moving forward, we will be accepting on Tuesday and Friday, at the same time of 9pm EST. This allows for more time between acceptances, and fits better with the admin schedule of things!

New Rules

We now require the use of pinned posts on all blogs that contains character name & a link to their intro, at minimum. Communication about such changes has already been in process to ensure this does not come as a surprise to anyone!

We have now placed a limit on how many musings can be posted per mun, per day. Here is the newly added rule -> Dash Etiquette: We ask that all players limit their musings/inspo posts to 4 a day per mun and must use the queue to stagger these posts, so the dash is more accessible to read for all members.

NOTE: This is for reblogged musings (ex. Faceposts, book quotes) only. Anything you can make yourself to post does not have a limit. (ex. Tasks, personal graphics, self-paras)

If you have any confusion regarding these changes, please reach out!

City States

A new section has been added onto the City State Guidelines; If you have an idea for a different city state location - please message the main to suggest an alternative to one of the available city states and we can see what we do together to make it possible! We hope this will help encourage and inspire our members who have yet to make a city state, but have had the desire! Limiting your ideas is never what we want to do, so please don't hesitate to reach out if you need positive about an idea for a new City State to replace one of the available options.

[merrock]

HAPPY FIRST OF OCTOBER!

The spooky month is upon us! We have a few exciting events coming up this month, for those who love fall and Halloween. And we have some fun tasks to help get you in the spirit. But mostly, we wanted to touch base on some rules and updates and get everything to where it needs to be for the month ahead. Let's go!

HAPPENING IN OCTOBER!

SHELTER APPECIATION WEEKEND (October 6 - 9): join us at the Animal Sanctuary to donate goods and food for pets, or to adopt your very own best friend!

HALLOWEEN MASQUERADE (October 28; ooc 24-30): the Benefactor has lent us a mansion for the night. Come dressed in formal wear (and a mask!), and feel free to add touches of Halloween. Adults only!

HALLOWEEN NIGHT (October 31): head to the Community Center to chaperone the party for the kids, or gather up a group of kids and take them trick-or-treating! (This is also the night to post your costume.)

OCTOBER'S MINI-EVENTS!

October 1 -- Coffee Day: start a coffee chain at Cobblestone and keep paying for the person behind you.

October 4 -- Cinnamon Roll Day: a fun day to send a cinnamon roll to, well, your favorite cinnamon roll!

EXTRA BIT OF FUN!

We are running our "four photos of fall" task for the month of October! This should be a fun one, as it's sort of moodboard ish, but easy to do, the only challenge is that you may not use any photos of your face claim (stock photos of people are okay). Can be done all October, but does not count for activity -- please do not rush, save it for some downtime. If you have not already had a chance to do our previous Halloween-related task, you can find it here, and we will also allow that to be done during the month of October!

IMPORTANT NOTES!

please take a moment to refamiliarize yourself with our rules, as we have made a few changes to reflect activity now that we are back on schedule with checks, as well as cleaned up & tweaked things.

another gentle reminder, as we know this isn't a rule everywhere, but please do not 'mass post' finished replies -- if you must work ahead, stagger them in a queue a few minutes apart, but otherwise dash can become super hard to navigate, and overwhelming. especially now when activity notifications are unreliable, and people are drafting replies off of dash as they come in. it becomes easy to lose things in a large batch posted all within a few seconds!

speaking of: notifs are still a little messy. do what you need to do to track your activity! but please remember what we mentioned in the ooc: trackers are for your personal use, sharing where you are at with OOC contact, plotting, etc. is unnecessary and can put pressure on others. just keep 'em for you!

if you list a wanted connection or if you fill a wanted connection, please be communicative with one another and be sure that you are fulfilling your end of the bargain, so to speak! don't just pick up a WC to join, and then not write with that person, and on the other side, don't ignore someone who picks up your WC. we want to be sure everyone gets what they want from connections.

BEHIND THE SCENES!

we've decided to stick to our 20 cap, with 5 extra bonus spots once 20 is reached. those 5 spots must be filled by wanted connections only, although you're always encouraged to pick one up (especially as an existing writer).

moving forward, we will only allow writers to pause characters for one month, and they can only pause two at a time (unless there are extenuating circumstances). if you need longer than a month, you must contact us to ask for the extension.

oh! and November. we have candy day, world kindness day, Black Friday and Small Business Saturday for little things around town, with Kindness Weekend, the Railway 5K, and Thanksgiving happening, as well!

HAPPY OCTOBER! xx

[foggyfanfic]

Love and Fury's Future

I'm writing this in the beginning of June, but if I've done my math right, the epilogue for Love and Fury escaped the queue this past Friday. There are still a couple of one shots in the works, things like where Leandra and Bruno's kids come from, or Mirabel's gift ceremony (Edit: These will start appearing on Friday), but right now I'm writing the last few chapters and I need to put into words where I want Leandra and Bruno's life to go from here in order to help me work out what seeds to plant. And since I'm writing it down anyways, I'm going to put it here and just release it when the fic is done.

First and foremost, I don't want Leandra to solve all of Bruno's problems, so much as she helps him manage. Leandra should be to Bruno what Felix is to Pepa, she's loving and supportive but there's only so much one person can do.

She'll need to cushion the relationship between Bruno and Alma, so neither of them notices how far apart they've drifted over the years. She's already in a position where Alma might feel closer to her than the other spouses, that could make her a good go between.

She doesn't know what OCD is, and definitely doesn't know the right way to support someone who has it, so she'll probably indulge it a little too much. Instead of questioning why certain things make him anxious and helping him to get past those anxieties, she'll just shrug, respect the fact that they do, and go along with it. This could probably be helpful because she might think of some solutions that reduce the impact that anxiety has on Bruno's life. But he will have fears that seem harmless enough to cater to at first, but slowly snowball into a huge deal.

Leandra will make it her campaign to ensure Bruno has strong emotional connections other than her. She, Agustin, and Felix will take the kids once a month so that Bruno, Julieta, and Pepa can have some triplet time.

Leandra probably smoothed over the wedding thing too, I can't see her not helping Bruno explain what he meant.

She will also be doing everything in her power to keep Bruno's reputation from getting any worse than it is. So, basically, Leandra will be working a full time job maintaining Bruno's relationships for him.

This will mean that he will have more to lose if he loses her. That can't be good for his anxiety. This is one of the fears that starts off harmless but over years snowballs into something mildly debilitating for both of them. Overprotective Bruno turns into "If anything bad happens to my wife, my entire life is over" Bruno, who turns into Emotional Wreck if She Gets so Much as a Paper Cut Bruno.

Leandra learns to rush to Julieta the second she gets the tiniest bruise, because if Bruno sees she got even a little hurt it will ruin his entire week.

Leandra spends her life feeling very loved and supported, but also very aware of the fact that Bruno's mental health is contingent on her never catching a cold. She doesn't dare bring up how this is affecting her emotionally because she kind of gets it. Like, she is putting in all this work just to stop the village from hating him, and it is only sort of working. Of course Bruno is kind of a wreck! It'd be weird if he wasn't affected.

Oooooooh endless cycle. Bruno fears he'll lose everything good in his life if anything bad happens to Leandra, his anxiety stresses Leandra out but she understands there's not much he can do about it, she tries to help him build other healthy relationships so he's less dependent on her, this reinforces that she is the source of good things in his life, and thus reinforces his fear of losing her. The only way to break the cycle is for either Leandra to stop loving Bruno, or somebody reaching out to Bruno without Leandra's prompting/influence.

She bonds with Felix, who deals with something similar, over this. The only people who let Pepa just feel her feelings are the other two triplets and the spouses. And Bruno and Julieta are already dealing with their own problems. When Agustin eventually complains about how overworked his wife is the three spouses start grumbling to each other on a regular basis about the way Alma and the village treat the triplets. Other than their monthly quality time the triplets keep up with each other through their spouses since Felix, Agustin and Leandra have more free time than Pepa, Julieta, and Bruno.

From what we saw in the movie, and based off of things the creators have said, I get the impression that Bruno is the triplet who understands Alma the best. His visions mean he knows how dangerous the world outside Encanto can be better than anyone else raised in the village, and he definitely knows what it's like to be controlled by your anxieties. I imagine that anybody he ends up with, be it my OC or a future canon partner, would have a similar understanding of Alma after a few years of Bruno confiding to them. For that reason, I don't see Leandra coming to resent Alma even when she realizes the woman's trauma is harming the family, she sees her as a kind hearted person who is in pain and sometimes needs to have her energy softly redirected. This is helpful in the short term, but ultimately just prolongs the inevitable.

Where as Mirabel reacts with surprise, hurt, anger, and clear communication when she figures out Alma was the root of the family's problems, Bruno and Leandra react with sympathy and schemes. If they had stopped trying to dance around Alma's trauma and had confronted her with what they'd realized, the cracks could have been healed long ago, instead they put their heads together and try to think of ways to fix things without forcing Alma to confront her grief.

[beardedmrbean]

Morning papers carry extensive coverage of the effects of strikes Thursday on public transport services as unions take industrial action to protest against the government's proposed labour reforms and social security cuts.

The business online daily Taloussanomat is among the papers reminding readers that the strikes will also impact a large number of other sectors.

Due to the industrial actions, snowplows will not be out as normal, at least in Espoo, Turku, Tampere, Oulu and Jyväskylä. The paper reports that in several cities, if snowplows are needed, they will work only on main thoroughfares.

Some union members will be on strike at Turku Airport, and the situation will reduce connections to Helsinki. A number of travel agencies are also affected.

At the nation's sea ports, employees of the cargo handling, forwarding and service companies will be out for the day.

Strikes at logistics and transport companies, distribution centres, and within the food industry, will likely be seen in reduced availability of some items at supermarkets, both on Thursday and Friday.

Mail will not be delivered on Thursday.

In numerous municipalities, employees in catering, cleaning, waste mangement, as well as sports and cultural services are on strike for the day.

Some power plants of energy utilities operating in Vantaa, Järvenpää, Tampere, the Turku region, Espoo and Pietarsaari are subject to strike. The companies have warned of a drop in power production.

Action by unions in the industrial, construction, foodstuffs, and power sector are on strike at nearly 600 workplaces, including bakeries, dairies and 85 construction sites across the country.

Border reopening

The Joensuu-based daily Karjalainen reports that the Southeastern Finland Border Guard said in the early hours of the morning that the situation was calm at the Vaalimaa crossing point on the border with Russia, after its reopening at midnight.

The Border Guard described traffic as "normal" in both directions. STT reported that a half-kilometer queue of cars heading towards Russia had already formed at Vaalimaa by 9pm on Wednesday, but moved forward smoothly once the crossing was reopened.

Earlier in the night, Jussi Pekkala, head of the Vaalimaa border inspection station, told the news agency that there was less traffic from the Russian side into Finland than from Finland into Russia. According to Pekkala, no asylum seekers had arrived at the crossing, at that time.

Cards and packages

Helsingin Sanomat reminds readers that there is still time to get Christmas cards and packages into the mail with assured delivery before the holidays.

However, there is a bit of a rush when it comes to cards. Finland's Posti postal service has announced that Christmas cards must be mailed on Sunday at the latest, in order reach domestic recipients before the holiday. Posti has also said that domestic mail packages will be delivered in time for Christmas if they are sent no later than Wednesday of next week.

Mail deliveries may suffer some short-term delays due to the political strikes taking place on Thursday. However, Posti estimates that the mail flow will quickly return to normal and that the work stoppages will not prevent the delivery of cards and packages by Christmas.

Snow here today, but...

Ilta-Sanomat reports that the maximum depth of snow cover in Finland is currently near Kittilä in Lapland, with a recorded 66 centimeters of snow on the ground. Readings of half a metre are widspread elsewhere in Lapland, and in the Kainuu region.

Finnish Meteorological Institute meteorologist Tuukka Keränen told the paper that these readings are exceptional, and pointed out that it is not every year that southern areas get as much snow cover as they have now.

Temperatures have also been colder than usual for the time of year. However, Saturday will bring a change in the recent winter weather.

Keränen said that temperatures in the south are forecast to hover around the freezing point by the start of next week, possibly melting some of the snow.

Temperatures reaching the plus side will melt some of the snow. It is still too early to say whether next week will bring rain and sleet, as well, and Keränen was unwilling to yet forecast if southern parts of the country will have snow or slush for Christmas.

[key-city-blues]

Three or four more sessions, the electrologist tells us. Our doctor already wrote one letter and our therapist is working on hers; we meet with our psychiatrist tomorrow to ask for the third. Then a consultation appointment with the surgeon on Friday and the clock finally begins to tick towards the ultimate end of a lifelong waking nightmare from which we once thought there was no escape. A nightmare so vile and disgusting that it still threatens to consume our souls. A nightmare so unending and hopeless that death has often held more promise than living one more day under its curse.

There’s still a lot to do, so many pieces to line up and hoops to jump through and queues to endure before we reach the final end. But the subtle shades of sunrise are quickly brightening the eternal night, and for the first time the hope that we may soon wake up from this unceasing horror feels real and tangible. It’s within sight. We just have to keep going until dawn.

[third-eye-sky]

LA AirBnb Fiasco

Let us start from the top. It's Friday and I arrive in downtown LA via surfliner before my other 4 friends arrive. We are all in town for a Euphonic Presents event where Emancipator, Mr. Carmack, Ardalan, Polish Ambassador, Yheti, etc. will be playing. I had myself a fun little journey to the Airbnb and took a Lime scooter from the train station, unemployed and very few cares in the world.

The Airbnb we booked was already questionable at best before entering- the amount of documents provided for check in, tedious instructions including registering all guests and needing to check them in with building security, required to provide photo ID prior to checking in, required to check in with security and show ID, a lot of reiteration on "this is not a hotel, people live in this building", threats of incurring fees if noise complaints are given, confusing verbiage for parking, etc, already had me on edge about the Airbnb. Originally the group max was 4 but one of my best friends Mia realized she would be able to attend and the Airbnb refuses any guest over 4 and she missed the registration period so we already had an added stress on figuring out how to get her up to the room without any hassle from security.

That first evening was great, we managed to get all of us into and out of the room several times before we needed to get ready for dinner - still had to go up to the room in groups of 2 and 3 so as to not draw suspicion because security was indeed checking in names and the room we were in. Thankfully none of us even needed to show ID's to security but we realized that when they change out for shifts, we may run into troubles because we'd have to reiterate that we are all checked in. The host uses this app called August that connects the deadbolt to a piece of technology that unlocks the deadbolt. We had no issues locking and unlocking the door up until 10 pm the first night.

We have an absolute blast at the event, getting attention from so many men that could tell we weren't from LA (bc I guess LA women do no give dudes the time of day). Our friend Ardalan actually played the event and to avoid issues with security at the Airbnb my friend Mia and I decide to get a head start back to the space. As we are walking out of the event we bump into Ardalan and he invited us to a little after hang in downtown LA and we figured why not, we assumed the other girls were going to stay awhile longer.

We pull up to the spot and it's literally 0.2 miles from our Airbnb, perfect. The second we get into the space and take a shot Mia and I get calls and texts from every one of the other girls asking where we are and that they're locked out of the Airbnb... they're livid at us. Of course, our bad, we definitely should have communicated what we were up to, especially since I am the only person with the app and the key to get us in the room. We walk back to the Airbnb to the girls pissed and sitting in the hall outside of the room - my friend Rileigh is stressed and has to piss. I use the August app, hold it up to the door, I hear the lock working, the app turns green and indicates that it is unlocked, I reach for the handle, the knob turns, and I am met with a firmly locked door. I try again, the app says it's locked, the app says it's unlocked, I try the door again.... it is still locked. *queue panic* We realize the app and the lock is not working. We go downstairs to talk to security who informs us he can't help unless there is instruction from the host. Mind you, it is nearly 5 am. I message the host but we all assume we're locked out until he wakes up which could be several more hours.

At this time, all 5 of us are nearly at each others throats in the lobby because two of them were still insanely mad and blaming Mia and I for this misfortune. In that moment, I got my period. There's no bathroom in the lobby and I start pacing around trying to decide if I just free bleed on the floor or find a place to put a tampon in. I end up going outside on the sidewalk to put in a tampon... this is where we are at (lol).

Since we aren't getting a response from the host, Mia and I present that we go over to this spot right around the corner we were invited to so we can hang out and be safe while we wait for the host to wake up. The three that were mad and Mia and I are dragging their feet and are still pissed at us. We decide to walk over to the other spot. The guys there were so accommodating and the space was beautiful, they were giving us drinks and free k bumps. Finally the girls warm up to the cards that were dealt and have a great time with these guys. Lowkey... Mia and my frowned upon sidequest was the savior of the night.

From the stress and the cramps I knowingly put myself into a k hole and let everyone else deal with the host as he finally wakes up around 6:30. He's telling us the app says the door is unlocked on his end. I come to from my k-hole and walk back to the Airbnb with Monica who has been nothing but a saint this whole time, she went full project manager mode on everyone trying her damndest to get us in our room. We walk up to the room, the app does the same thing... connects to the device and sounds like it's working but the door is still locked shut. We go down and ask security to please help us. He comes upstairs and who the fuck even knows what he does but uses a card, a coin, and strength, and with all his jimmying he heard a noise and said with hope in his eye - try it now. I try the app and for fuck sake we get in the room... finally.... at 7:45 am.

The host tells us he's "sorry for the inconvenience" then lets us know if we want ANY refund we pack up and leave now.... at 8 am after being on the streets all fucking night. We end up passing out and wake up to a locksmith banging on our door at noon. Dude fucks with the lock, screws some things, whatever, and he got it to work again. The lock was operational via the app as far as I could tell. We are so exhausted we don't muster energy to go to the buildings pool until almost 4 pm. We lock the door, walk 5 steps and realize we forgot the pool key, we go back to the room..... the app and lock IS NOT WORKING AGAIN.

Longest story short the host finally sends someone over to give us a physical key for the space but at this point, our stay is, while eventful... has somewhat ruined all our Saturday plans due to lack of sleep. I go back and forth with the host and Airbnb for weeks after our stay attempting to get a refund to which Airbnb says in their policy the host did everything he could and therefore there is no evidence to support a refund. The host questioned my intelligence, blamed intoxication, made up stories, and in general tried to make the whole situation seem to be a dumb bitch user error and not a serious mechanical issue with his lock.

Toward the end there it felt like a sex and class war... this dude (host) in a position of power that clearly has money (two units in this building he rents out) being defensive and blaming ME for the issues we had. He assumed I'd write a nasty review and said because of that his team (yes, this fuck has an entire team that still was unable to get us into the unit Friday night) would not provide a refund.

Airbnb also told me at the beginning of the week a refund would not be possible so I went ahead and wrote my review for the host. Straightforward and factual. I woke up to a message from Airbnb yesterday that said they would bring the case to someone higher up that may be able to help.... after telling me MULTIPLE times the case was closed. I literally am never using Airbnb again... between this and learning about their policies supporting apartheid and illegal displacement of Palestinians, I am more than done with their services.

Idk if anyone made it this far but if you did... kudos. Part of me wants to record myself telling the whole story as I'm sure it would be more entertaining.

[kiraixi]

Mission (Maybe)possible

Friday 24th March ✩ Lesley Gore Passing the Crown: Damsel in Distress

There’s shouting outside his window.

“BILLY!”

Two voices, Steve and Eddie.

“BILLY OPEN THE WINDOW–” 

He rolls over, burrows further into the pillows.

A small thwack echoes off the pane– a thrown pebble. Dad’s gonna be super mad if there’s any scratches. Billy needs to shut them up.

Stalking over to the window he shoves it open. A pair of brunettes stare up. 

“WHAT?”

Eddie cups hands around his mouth, like they need to be any louder.

"Why aren't you answering the walkie?”

He shrugs, “My dad broke it.”

“Can you come down?”

“No.”

Silence.

“..I'm locked in.”

The two exchange looks, a few moments pass before they smirk in sync. It’s kinda unnerving.

Steve speaks first, thankfully quieter. “We’re gonna break you out.”

They come up with a plan,

Eddie will kick a ball over and knock to distract his father, then Steve can climb into an open window on the second floor to unlock Billy’s door. It's only locked from the inside, his father never took into account help from outside. 

Billy leans against the door, ears stretched for any movement. It’s just a waiting game now. 

                             ~

The ball has been kicked over the fence, Eddie turns to him.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, be careful okay?”

He watches the other walk up to the yellow door, Steve’s never mentioned it but he gets the chills whenever walking by the house. It’s just.. empty.

Luckily Eddie’s decided to talk to Billy’s father, Steve would’ve turned tail in a heartbeat at the sound of the latch unlocking. 

As soon as the door opens Steve dives around the corner making sure to stay out of sight. He hears Eddie’s polite chatter pause only for low grunts and huffs, that must be Mr Hargrove.

The plan is in motion.

He stalks around gardening tools and discarded flower pots. Billy’s mom used to love growing vegetables, but they’ve been left untouched for months now. He makes sure not to add anymore damage to the neglected remains.

Ducking under the side windows Steve spots the orange tree that reaches up to the bathroom, he’s not a stranger to scaling any tree trunks.

The main trouble is getting through the window quietly as possible.

The climb is fairly quick with nimble legs, he only stumble’s on a misplaced foot. Steve pulls himself up onto the ledge and lands on the mat.

It rough and loud, the bathroom clutter shakes on impact. He freezes. 

There’s no thundering up the stairs or angry shouting. Eddie must be too loud or Billy’s father didn’t hear. 

He peers around the doorframe just to be on the safe side, Billy’s room is opposite. Recognisable by the small starfish drawings near the door handle.

The coast is clear.

He tiptoes across the landing and knocks four times in rhythm, alerting the younger of his presence. There’s some shuffling behind so Steve takes that as his queue to enter.

Billy is standing on the opposite side shoving some clothes under the bedsheets to make it look occupied.

He gives a wry grin. 

“Surprise?”

Billy huffs grabbing his hand, “Took you long enough”

Exiting the room Billy redoes the lock, Eddie has stalled his dad enough that the entrance area is still clear.

They move quietly down the staircase on tip-toes, Steve follows Billy’s every move to avoid the creaky floorboards.

Just the last stretch to freedom.

Eddie is still talking to Mr Hargrove who’s back is turned away. His eyes widen when he spots them and starts babbling about his uncle needing him home. 

When Steve turns around Billy’s already perched on his bike outside, he runs over to join while Eddie slams the front door closed.

Eddie catches up to them looking solemn, and says in his most serious tone–

“Mission accomplished soldiers”

They all break out into laughter once across the street and out of sight, breathless from the enigma that is Neil Hargrove.

Billy tackles them into a bear hug. Doesn’t say much himself but actions translate all they need to know.

Steve high-fives Eddie, a sweet victory saving the damsel from his asshole of a father.  

This one was fun to write, been recently watching a lot of action so I thought why not make this a break-in-break-out mission? Hope you guys enjoyed!

[soramei]

Intentional - Part 6

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Landing your first real job at JYPE was something short of a miracle. You were prepared to face the new struggles of this elusive career whilst moving to a new country, however, nothing could have prepared you for him. Will stolen glances, secret touches, and hushed nights spent in the recording room ever be enough for the both of you?

Genre: idol!bang chan au, forbidden relationship, coworkers to eventual lovers, slow burn

Warnings: cursing, eventual smut

Word Count: 3.5k

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A/N: hehe my mistake, i forgot to queue up this update and by the time i realized it was too late so i'm posting this a day late ^^

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The man froze in his tracks after entering the room and catching you laying on the couch with Bang Chan on top, practically devouring you. He looked scarred, to be frank, as he quickly snapped back to reality and bolted out the door in less than a second. As he made his grand escape, you forcefully pushed Bang Chan off of you. He swore under his breath before tripping out the door, trying to follow the man who had just caught you.

You sat up, head in your hands. This was exactly what you were scared of. What you worried so much about a few nights back. What Bang Chan reassured you of not happening.

You feel panic set in as you thought of the worst case scenario. Yup. You were going to get fired for sure. And the news will go to the public, resulting in Bang Chan also losing his job. You would then have to move back with your parents, and everybody will have the same look of shame and pity whenever they see you.

This wasn’t good. You stood up to make your own inconspicuous escape, but it seemed like Bang Chan beat you to the door.

“That was Jisung,” Bang Chan said. He entered, making sure to lean against the door just in case anybody else wanted to intrude.

The name and the face clicked in your mind. He was part of Stray Kids as well as Bang Chan’s coworker. You recognized him more commonly as Han, as his name has come up in a lot of the work you’ve been sent.

“What did he say?” you asked skeptically. Worry was setting in.

“Don’t worry, he said he wouldn’t tell anybody. I trust him.”

How were you supposed to believe that? You’ve never even spoken to this man in your life, and now you were supposed to put the future of your career in his hands?

“But I don’t, Chan. I’ve never even met this guy in real life before. How can I trust that he won’t tell one of your other group members?” You heard your voice get louder with every word.

“I had a talk with him just now, Y/n, you can trust him. Out of everybody in this company, he’s the least likely to tell just anybody — even one of our members.” He paused, “don’t you trust me, Y/n?”

You were speechless. Your trust in him was completely different from your trust in Jisung, and you were sure he knew that. Obviously you trusted Bang Chan, but you didn’t know the extent that his group members would go to for a secret. Especially one that could have an effect on their careers as well.

“You can’t just ask me that, and you know it,” you sneered. “You know what? It’s my fault. I was too careless. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait, Y/n-”

You didn’t even let him finish before stomping out the door, making sure to check your surroundings for anybody that could catch you before heading back up to your cubicle. You felt the heat of your cheeks the whole elevator ride.

You were on edge for the rest of the day. When Manager Chen asked to see you in her office, you were so startled that you quite literally jumped from your seat. You were sure somebody had informed her of what happened, but it turned out that she just wanted to rearrange the usual Friday meeting.

Because of the filming tomorrow, the project meeting had to be arranged for next week. Which you were fine with, of course, since you did not want to face all your managers in one place after what had just happened.

Throughout the rest of the day, you started to feel more and more guilty for how you reacted at lunch. As your mind cleared, you realized how rash you were with your decision making and how you only thought about yourself. You also thought about how rude it was to talk about Jisung like that, especially in front of Bang Chan — who cared a lot about the boy.

Logging off your email for the day, the thought of Bang Chan still lingered bitterly in your mind. You wished to apologize for your harsh behaviour, so you started to make your way over to his producing room.

However, you hadn’t even made it on the elevator before you were stopped.

“Hey, uhm — you might not recognize me, but I’m the guy from earlier. Han Jisung.”

He was standing politely behind you, hands folded together behind him.

“Hello, I still remember. You know, from earlier,” you awkwardly breathed out a laugh. You didn’t know what to say or why he was here.

“Hyung told me I could find you here and that I should apologize.” He took his hands out from behind him. “He also said that this might help.”

In his hand was a bottle of mango juice. Your heart warmed at the thought of Bang Chan still caring for you, despite you being such a jerk earlier.

“Anyways,” he continued, “I’m sorry for barging in like that and leaving so suddenly. I should’ve knocked or something before coming in, but Chan-hyung is somebody I’m very close to. I would never jeopardize him in any way.”

Hearing him apologize made you realize how little thinking you had done. Jisung regularly worked with Bang Chan, so of course he would just enter the room without knocking.

“Thanks for your apology, but I should be apologizing. I was the one being reckless. You did nothing wrong, Jisung. I trust that you wouldn’t tell anybody of this.”

“Thanks,” he said as the both of you entered the elevator.

The both of you stood in silence for a bit before he started again.

“So, Chan hyung huh.” He raised his eyebrows. “You know, he’s the best looking one out of all of us… after me of course.”

“Oh my god.” You blushed, head in your hands as he kept elbowing you.

“But, Y/n.” He got all serious again. His serious-playful demeanor was giving you whiplash. “You know what you’re doing is dangerous, right? Not only for him, but also for you. I love our fans, but there are some that have taken it too far before. I just want the two of you to be safe.”

“Thanks Jisung,” you started, “for that and for keeping this secret.”

“Of course, any ‘friend’ of Hyung's is a friend of mine.” He winked, causing you to heat up from embarrassment again.

The elevator reached Jisung’s floor, and he got out.

“Oh, also, I think you should call Chan hyung. He’s been pretty down this whole afternoon, and even my natural charisma couldn’t cheer him up.”

You thanked him for the last time before the elevator doors closed, promising him that you would contact Bang Chan.

And you did — as soon as you were alone in the elevator.

One ring. Two rings. A third.

“Hello?” He sounded out of breath.

“Chan?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

Crap, he sounded annoyed.

“Uhm, can we meet up somewhere? I-I wanted to talk to you.”

There was a slight pause.

“I’m at the gym right now. We could meet at the playground by the river in an hour.”

“Ok.” You hung up after that. It was a weird phone call. From his voice alone, you could obviously tell something was bugging him. You knew you were that something.

Grabbing a quick bite at a nearby convenience store, you started your journey to the playground. It wasn’t too far of a walk, but you decided to go earlier since it was already starting to get dark.

You hoped Bang Chan wasn’t in too much of a bad mood, especially after your conversation with Jisung. Honestly, you weren’t too excited to apologize. Not because you didn’t feel bad, but because of his cold and monotone voice through the phone. You didn’t want to admit it — especially because you had just met this man a few weeks ago — but you were scared of his possible rejection. It terrified you.

Breathing into your hands for warmth, you finally saw the playground up ahead. It was near the river, but covered by trees. You now understood why Bang Chan picked this place.

It was empty, as you assumed no child would want to play tag on a cold and dark evening. You sat on a swing, mindlessly swinging up and down whilst staring at the upcoming moon. The sound of crickets chirping combined with the cool autumn breeze almost brought you to serenity, but the thought of confronting Bang Chan grounded you back to earth.

You turned your head at the sound of panting. Bang Chan had jogged here. The ends of his hair were damp with sweat, stuck to his forehead. You wanted to call him crazy, as the only thing he wore was a sleeveless tank top and a pair of shorts on a cold autumn night.

He made his way to the swings.

“Hey,” he said, hopping on to the swing beside you. He was still out of breath from jogging.

“Hey,” you paused for a few seconds to think of what to say. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I wasn’t thinking. I know you care about your job as well, and it was selfish of me to walk out on you. I’m also sorry for talking about Jisung like that. I met him this afternoon and he seemed like a good guy. And if there’s anything else I missed, I’m sorry for that too.”

You looked up at Bang Chan with puppy eyes, hoping that he would understand. He looked back at you.

“I accept your apology, Y/n. And look, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have been so reckless, especially at the office. I knew that anybody could have walked in, and I was careless. We were lucky this time, but next time we might not be.”

“Next time?” Your eyes brightened.

“Y/n,” he got up, “I’m scared. I’m scared that I feel this way about you after only a few weeks. I’m terrified of losing my job, my coworkers, and friends. But Y/n, I just want you. I’m laying all my cards out on the table. This is how I feel, what about you?”

That was a lot to take in. Your grip tightened on the swing.

“Chan, everything you just said, I feel the same way. Everything about this scares me, but I just want you. Only you.”

You got up and wrapped your arms around him. You felt the cold sweat of his arms against your skin, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be near him.

He wrapped his arms around you in return, digging his nose into your neck. You felt his damp hair against your skin.

“Chan, you’re all sweaty,” you teased, pushing his head away.

“I don’t care.” His words came out muffled against your neck as he dug his nose further.

“I feel like a kid being in a playground.” You scanned the empty playground, reminiscing on your childhood.

“Would a kid do this?”

Bang Chan, with his fingers on your chin, turned his head to kiss you so deep you thought you were going faint. You returned the kiss, hands gripping hard on to the sides of his tank. It seemed like the two of you were in your own little world.

“You should go. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day,” Bang Chan said after eventually breaking the kiss.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, trying to stall for time. You knew that the both of you should get going.

Eventually, after quite a while, you left for home. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. A very cute and dimple-y weight.

That evening, you packed all your necessities for the overnight shoot tomorrow, and fell asleep with high hopes for the next day. You were excited to see all your — along with the production team’s — efforts come to fruition.

The next morning, you woke up early and energized. You double checked that everything was ready before heading out to the JYPE building.

Manager Chen had informed you of which van you would be riding in to the set. Although she wasn’t in the vehicle with you, you had the opportunity to chat amongst some other very interesting members in the production crew.

After a few hours of driving, your van — along with the others — arrived. You helped the production crew set up as much as you could, as you were told the boys already started filming their drive to the set. Whilst waiting for the boys to come, you socialized around with both the production crew and Manager Chen.

Soon, after chatting for a bit, you saw the long awaited van pull up to the set. The boys got out, one by one, each holding their own little video cameras.

Bang Chan got out last. He looked amazing, really. With his hair and makeup done and his outfit styled, he was almost like a different person. You’ve never seen him without black on, but this was a surprisingly refreshing look.

It was chaos. With every boy at their peak energy, there was never a boring moment on set. It was clear that everybody — even the quieter ones — had established nice dynamics within the group. You watched them in awe, with Manager Chen telling you the behind happenings every now and then.

You found it so hard to hold in your laughter as the boys attempted to make mooncakes. It reminded you of your childhood; when you used to do the same with your mother.

As Bang Chan read off the script which you helped with, you felt a certain sense of pride in your heart. You smiled at him as he expressed himself to the camera.

It was dinner time for the boys, so that meant dinner for you and the crew as well. You followed the production team to a noodle restaurant. It was a small and cute, grandma-grandpa owned place. The menu, however, was huge.

“Y/n, this is Manager Jung,” Manager Chen said. She directed your gaze to a guy who looked in his late twenties. You instantly recognized him as the manager that drove you home on your first day of work.

“We’ve met before,” he said.

“You have?” Manager Chen was surprised.

“We have, but it’s nice to meet you under better circumstances,” you blushed. You hoped that you didn’t leave too bad of a first impression with him.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’ve only heard good things about you from Manager Chen,” he said. “Actually, we were just discussing the sleeping arrangements for tonight.”

“Yes, we’ve managed to book a place that has enough rooms for everybody to sleep alone. They’re not the best of rooms, but this was the best we could do with our budget,” Manager Chen said.

“Sounds good to me,” you nodded. You were fully expecting to share a room with five other women.

You had a happy evening, eating and chatting before getting back to work. You watched as the boys carried out every production order to a tee, all the while keeping up their high energy even late into the night.

You helped the production crew with setting up fireworks for their next segment. Even the act of setting up got you excited as you haven’t seen fireworks in so long. Especially in a new country.

The rest of the filming went smooth, with the end slate following the last firework of the evening. You watched as the boys all lined up in a straight line to thank the production and camera crew. Bang Chan’s eyes landed right on yours. You smiled. He smiled back.

The boys were then ushered by Manager Jung into their own hostel, and you followed the crew to your room. The room was lit by a small incandescent light bulb. It was a small room with nothing but a mat for the floor, a small blanket, and a pillow. Though, to be fair, you weren’t expecting much.

You laid out the mat and blanket, washed up, and was about to call it in when you received a text from Bang Chan.

Bang Chan: You looked cute today.

You blushed, not aware that Bang Chan had even seen you during the day. He looked so busy with filming the whole time that you hadn’t even made eye contact. You smiled and returned the text.

Y/n: You too ^^

And with that, you peacefully fell asleep.

You had a tranquil dream; with only clouds, and sunshine, and… Manager Jung?

“Y/n!” he called.

Your dream clone hopped over to him to say hello.

“Y/n!” He called again. He looked worried. “Y/n!”

You suddenly jolted awake.

“Y/n! Hurry, get out!” He was coughing, holding the hem of his shirt up to his face.

You looked at him. His silhouette was clouded by smoke. You looked up.

The light bulb hanging from was burning and emitting a smoke of some kind. You gasped in shock, instantly regretting it as you breathed in a large amount of the smoke.

Manager Jung was already running outside at this point, and you quickly ran after him. Along the way you tried to hold your breath, but with every inhale you took in, a cloud of smoke followed. You coughed and kept running.

It seemed as if you were the last person out, as everybody staying at the hostel had already evacuated. Manager Chen was standing outside, a look of worry on her face.

“Y/n, are you okay?” She ran over to you.

“Yes,” you coughed. You still felt the smoke in your throat. “What happened?”

“The light bulb in your room caught on fire,” Manager Jung intervened. “Manager Chen was still awake when she smelled the smoke, and she evacuated everybody inside. Everybody woke up except you, Y/n.”

“Is everybody else okay?” you asked. You could hear how hoarse your voice sounded.

“Everybody else is alright. For some reason, the fuse shortage was only isolated to your room,” Manager Chen replied.

It was unfortunate that, out of all the rooms, the broken light bulb was in yours. However, you were glad that everybody else was safe. You were also thankful that Manager Jung woke you up in time, leaving you with only a sore throat.

“Hyung!”

You whipped your head to the direction of the voice. Bang Chan was sprinting across the dirt path in your direction. His hair was disheveled and his t-shirt wrinkled. Behind him was Jisung, dashing over so fast that he somehow managed to match Bang Chan’s pace. Jisung threw his hand, catching the back of Bang Chan’s shirt, pulling him back. Jisung then said some incoherent words to Bang Chan, which seemed to have slowed him down. Bang Chan took a couple deep breaths before waiting for his other members and walking over to you and the crew.

“What happened? Is everybody okay?” Bang Chan asked, concerned. He glanced at you before facing Manager Jung again.

“Everybody is fine,” Manager Jung reassured him. “There was a problem with the light bulb in a crew member’s room, but everybody has evacuated now. You and the boys don’t need to worry. Just go back to your rooms as you have a long day tomorrow.”

“Whose room was it?” Bang Chan asked, ignoring everything Manager Jung had just told him.

Manager Jung hesitated before pointing at you. Upon realization, Bang Chan jerked forward, only to be stopped by Jisung again. He gave Bang Chan a look.

“I’m okay,” you coughed out. It was hard to not sound so hoarse when you had just been breathing in smoke for god knows how long.

Bang Chan gave a deadpan look to Manager Jung.

“We have extra rooms where we’re staying, maybe Y/n can stay with us?” he asked.

“That is unnecessary, I will let Y/n use my room and I will stay with you. I’m sure Y/n would be on board,” Manager Jung said. He looked over to you, and you nodded in agreement.

“I guess that would work,” Bang Chan hesitantly said, “but what if this happens again with another room?”

“I’m sure that won’t-”

“Manager Jung!” Manager Chen interrupted, waving her hands whilst running over. “A member of our production crew took a look at the fuse box connected to Y/n’s room, and it seems like somebody tampered with the wires on purpose.”

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So as it turns out we're not all actually Xehanort. We're just Xehanort's parent.

...I have a lot of thoughts. Dark Road made me have feelings and I'm just upset all over. We really had so much faith in such a good boy...

12 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

#4

Holy shit I love this man. I already liked Eraqus before but DR has just made me love him 2000 times more.

17 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

#3

Fallen Star: Chapter 1

AO3 | FFN

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Summary: The Clone Wars have raged on for three years. With Dooku dead, the war's end is finally within reach, and peace may come to the galaxy.

For Jedi Knight Padmé Amidala, Senator Anakin Skywalker, and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, the world seems to have too many other plans to let it.

[Or, a Revenge of the Sith Roleswap AU]

A/N: I explain a bit of why it took me so long in the author's note on AO3. I don't have an excuse. Next chapter drops Friday.

See the full post

18 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#2

Hey so just a reminder if you think death threats are okay in any way, shape, or form, for any reason please unfollow and if we’re muts soft (or hard) block.

I do not want to be associated with that behavior and I am not okay with that what the fuck is your damage if you think that’s okay???

36 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

In regards to those two posts my problem isn’t that people shouldn’t be thinking critically about their media they consume. I think we should be doing so just like everybody else should. But letting somebody else tell you something is problematic and then letting that be your informed opinion is not critical consumption or critical thinking and we’ve let that be a substitute for it. If somebody says something is problematic, and you want to weigh in on that discussion, then you need to watch the media to have that conversation. Not just parrot somebody else who also probably has not consumed whatever it is themselves.

165 notes - Posted June 21, 2022

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[merrock]

friday; gala schtuff.

Firstly, I just want to say that we love seeing all of the outfits so far -- they're gorgeous! Remember, the OOC duration is the 20th through 24th, so if you would like to post an outfit and haven't had time yet, don't fret. You've got this. All outfits are being queued to the inspo blog. I do shuffle the queue each time I add a new batch, so if it takes a while for it to post, I promise you're not being ignored! It may take a while to cycle through.

Don't forget about our thread roulette activity! All that you have to do to get involved is create one thread for someone else who has already commented, and then comment yourself! From there, you are welcome to create as many threads as you are comfy with for those who have also commented. We hope to see ore participants!

If you choose not to participate in the thread roulette activity, please still branch out with Gala threads -- we don't want to see anyone bubble roleplaying, or only maintaining threads within their circle. Reach out to others, reply to open starters, create one yourself. We want everyone to feel included in our events (and our group, period!), and are trying our best to be sure that that's possible.

Hope everyone is having a great Friday so far, and enjoys the heck out of theri weekend! xx

[sneezefiction]

soft nekoma sleepover

Nekoma x Reader - Sleepover Headcanons

a/n: the Nekoma portion of my soft sleepover series :,,) my friends and i have had rough weeks so far and i thought this would be a sweeter way to cope <33

warnings: none!

wc: 1280

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you’ve always been such a strong person

whether you’d had a rough week full of assignments and exams or there was tension with your family/friends, you would always manage to hold your head up high and push through it all with a convincing smile on your face

but this past week finally pushed you over your limits

as you walked into Nekoma’s volleyball practice that Friday afternoon, manager’s clipboard in hand, you tried to keep up your usual peppy expression on

...but the smile refuses to reach your eyes

Yaku greets you warmly, expecting a big grin and a soft hug from you, but all you could do was ruffle his hair and walk quickly to your seat, holding in tears of frustration

this threw him for a loop and Yaku definitely asks you what’s wrong and if Lev did anything to upset you because, and i quote, 

“I will fight him right here, right now. Just say the word.”

you just shake your head and stand up to give him a quick, wordless hug, which only leaves him more confused?? because he wants to fix this and you’re being really quiet??

Kenma then notices your gloomy presence and mentions it to Kuroo who’s eyes snapped your way quizzically

you were clearly upset and, if they weren’t completely mistaken, you looked like you’d been… crying?

Kuroo wasn’t having it at all bc you, of all people, deserve to be happy & smiling

he calls the boys in for a huddle but Kuroo asks you to wait on the bench with that trademark sneaky smile on his face

as they all converse, you see heads pop up and turn around to glance at you, Lev and Yamamoto’s concerned expressions making it obvious that you were the topic of conversation

it became clear that, even without words, your misery hadn’t escaped them… you couldn’t decide whether it was a blessing or a curse

“Alright!” Kuroo’s volume gains your attention

everyone turns to you and you feel as though you’re shrinking under their gazes

“We have a proposition for you, Y/n…” Kenma explains quietly

“More like a demand, but whatever you say Kenma.” Kuroo cuts in, with a slight drawl

“How about you come over to my place tonight? We’ve not had a team sleepover since our last training camp and none of us are busy tonight.” the quiet setter finishes

Kenma sounds reluctant, his eyes shifting from the floor to the wall, avoiding your gaze as much as possible

yet one glance over to you reminds him why he’s offering up his precious Friday night

a real smile graces your previously downcast face, which makes all the boys go silent in awe of what a simple sleepover suggestion could do

now cut to Kenma’s house where he has two consoles of Mario Kart already set up bc it’s the only game that everyone on the team knows how to play

you get there last, much to your own dismay, because you had hoped to feel more settled before interacting with all of the boys again

just before you walked in, Inuoka made sure that everyone was smiling, welcoming, and that there’d be no fights (@ Yaku)

and the team agreed that tonight was all about you: their precious manager who really needed some encouragement and fun in their life

the moment you set foot inside, you’re met with cheery faces, bowls of popcorn, “cards against humanity” on the table, and a spot on the sofa (that you have to assume is meant just for you)

everybody looks SO DAMN COMFY:

Kai, Kuroo, Lev and Fukunaga are in name brand sweatpants and soft t-shirts, Shibayama, Inuoka, and Yaku are in clean workout shorts, Kenma is in a trendy sweatshirt and the rest of him is covered by a weighted blanket, and Yamamoto & Teshiro are in their volleyball uniforms from earlier (ew)

you get a quick nod and a brief smile from Kenma (basically Kenma was never meant to be a Professional Host™), but the rest of the boys are ✨Beaming✨ as you look them over

and your heart swells because this is exactly what you needed. to be in the presence of these sweet, granted kinda sweaty, guys where there were no goals or deadlines to be met

Kuroo’s grin quickly catches your eye and he pats the open couch seat next to him

and conversations take off smoothly and sweetly, the airspace full of friendly taunts, crude jokes, and screams from Lev’s being hit by 3 blue shells in a single game of Mario Kart

after several hours of you beating their asses with Princess Peach on Rainbow Road, everyone ends up splayed out across each other for the sake of comfort

your head found its way to Kuroo’s lap (the two of you being both third years, classmates, and close friends) and his hands move to give you a much needed scalp massage

you feel the weight of the world melt off your shoulders. it’s like one night was all you needed to clear your head and at least help you back onto your feet

with your legs dangling off the arm of the couch, Kuroo’s hand now just gently stroking your arm, you decide to thank them for tonight as best you could, because you’ve not felt this happy in what seems like months

“I just want to let you kids know that you’re all the best.” you cut through everyone’s conversations, voice resting on their ears for a moment

“And, uh, not to be disgustingly cheesy… but I really love you guys.”

you cover your eyes, acting as though you were embarrassed, but in reality you feel tears threatening to spill out

Kuroo’s expression falls for a moment, because he’s not stupid and can tell you’re still processing everything

so he simply lifts your hands off of your eyes and you, with a perfect tear skimming the side of your face, can’t help but let out a soft, relieved laugh

it’s silent for a second, but Kuroo just smiles & opens his mouth to say something

but he’s interrupted by some rude-ass kids (Yamamoto & Inuoka) shouting out their love for you and rushing over to smother you in tearful hugs

you’re saved by Yaku, who’s grabbed them both by the backs of their shirts, stopping them in their emotional, hug-giving tracks

but your giggles continue, now laughing at all their surprised expressions and Kuroo’s peeved one from getting cut-off

so you hop up off the couch, place your hands on your hips and allow their eyes to rest on you before swinging your arms open wide with the sweetest, most genuine smile you can muster

“Well, are y’all gonna come hug me, or should I just go now?”

queue a small stampede of boys tackling you (gently) to the floor, laughter bubbling from every mouth, and warmth that spreads from the outside, in

in between the chuckles, shoves, and “get off of me’s” you hear a phrase tumble out of Kenma’s mouth

“We love you too, y/n.”

it was supposed to be unheard, lost in the tumbling around you, but those three words then took traction in individual ways with different boys

“We love you!” 

“I love ya.” 

“You’re kinda okay, I guess...”

“Marry me, y/n!”

“Shut up, Yamamoto!”

you would always have a place with them, no matter how bad things got and no matter what anyone said about you

because whenever you needed them, they’d be sure to show up, just as you’d do for them

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soft team sleepover series

soft shiratorizawa sleepover

soft karasuno sleepover

soft seijoh sleepover

soft fukurodani sleepover

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Will this be the night? (ALSO IN A03)

A random piece of online advertising unleashes some movie memories of a Summer afternoon in 1932

1.5 Ks Fanfic + Pictures Inside. Part of the Never let us lose what we have gained series (AO3) Silly drabble born from my love of classic movies... that ended up not having anything to do with classic movies.

BROOKLYN'S KING'S THEATRE

Poster for Cary Grant's Retrospective. Printed paper 2025.

A poster for the upcoming month long celebration of the movies of Cary Grant to be held in Brooklyn.

Bucky is not expecting a vivid memory of the past to jump at him from a piece of online location-targeted promotion popping on his phone as he and Steve are wandering around the neighborhood on a random Friday.

But the 21st century works in mysterious ways and Google is kindly inviting him to check “Cary Grant: A Celebration”, a month-long chronological retrospective of all his movies taking place at a nearby hipster cinema starting… in half an hour.

He beams as a long string of memories of the both of them in different afternoons and movies plays in his head; how they counted the cents for the admission price, and how Bucky learned to sneak into the movie every time that did not add up to two full tickets.

“Buck, you’ve been smiling at your phone in silence for a whole minute,” Steve interrupts his daydreaming. “Should I be jealous? Worried?”

“Sorry,” he answers, still smiling about the memories. “I think I’m leaving you for Google, they see inside my one hundred years old soul; But I might give you another chance if you don’t mind a change of plans for the afternoon.”

“Lead the way, but can you give me some heads up?” Steve chuckles, more than used to Bucky’s ways.

He takes Steve’s hand to direct them towards the movie theatre and thinks about how much information he wants to share.

Although he is the one who still relies on the comfort of 30s and 40s movies whereas Steve keeps getting bolder with his options, Steve has always loved Cary Grant and Bucky thinks he’s going to appreciate his choice since this particular movie has a history (sad history, maybe) for them, so he debates on whether to tell him or not.

“We are going to the movies. But the real ones, not that shit on Netflix you keep choosing,” he settles for half-disclosure.

“Damn, mister life in black and white strikes again. Embrace the 21st century, Barnes, I think you’ll like it!”, Steve laughs.

“Hey, I embrace it more than you do! At least I look the part of a mid-thirties man from it instead of a fifty-year-old hiding in fucking khakis. Albeit a very hot one, I’ll give you that.”

They both laugh. It’s not the first time these remarks fly between them and having a routine, running jokes, and running pet peeves is very soothing after everything they have gone through.

They’re getting closer to the cinema now, and Bucky can already see the Billboard announcing the retrospective and a small queue forming upfront. He takes a side look at Steve to see if he has noticed and he can certainly tell that his curiosity has peaked.

“Surprise! Call it a win-win, it might be up my alley, but you used to love Cary Grant movies,” Bucky smiles as they reach their place in the queue and glance at the program for the afternoon.

‘This is the Night (1932)’, the poster says, ‘Cary Grant's feature film debut on the big screen’

Bucky is deep in nostalgia, remembering a summer day of 32 when they were waiting in line for the same film and how the evening turned out, but when he looks in search of his partner’s reaction, it’s not what he expected at all.

“Steve, you ok?” he asks, worried at seeing Steve frozen in place.

Steve nods. His whole face is deep red, but at least he is responsive. He looks ashamed and Bucky is shifting from worried to curious.

“Jesus, this movie,…” he chuckles now.

“You seem to remember, then. I thought you might.”

It was not a happy memory: Steve had felt really ill halfway through, looking white as a sheet of paper and about to die on Bucky. They had to leave the unfinished movie and run home, as per Steve’s request. But as far as Bucky remembers, nothing to be ashamed of.

“Why are you acting weird? Oh my god, Steven, are you allergic to this movie?”

The silence before Steve answers is a little too long and the queue moves forward.

“Shit, this is not easy to say and I’m sorry in advance.”

“Duly noted, but could you try to explain? I’m lost and I didn’t expect a full-on confession of something to be sorry about when I decided to follow Google’s intelligent advice to an unfinished movie. I just thought it was a good excuse for a change of plans. And kind of closure.”

Steve takes a breath and starts talking.

“I wasn’t honest with you, Buck. Back then…” he stops, searching for words, nervously musing on his beard. “Ah, I cannot believe this hasn’t come up at some point, but there it goes. I absolutely lied to you that day: I wasn’t sick or half dying and I am very very guilty of using my poor health to run away from that place and that movie, but I did the only thingI could think of.”

Bucky is at a loss for words, he’s still deciding if he is angry, curious, or somewhere in between.

“But… but you were feverish and white as a ghost and you said you had palpitations!”

Steve seems to think for a moment again and the bastard laughs so loud they get a curious look from the people behind. And taking advantage of the queue moving up again, he gets really really close to Bucky who honestly thinks he’s going to try to kiss himself out of the situation since it’s a bulletproof strategy.

But he doesn’t: He goes for Bucky’s ear instead, and whispers.

“I had a boner like you wouldn’t believe.”

Bucky gasps loudly totally taken aback while Steve takes a step back and looks at him in the eye more amused and hungry than ashamed, but still blushing.

“But hey, not all lies! I was somehow sick. And pale since my blood was… otherwise occupied. And I was barely 14!”

Bucky laughs at the dork. His dork. But the information is still making its way into his brain.

“Oh my God,” he exclaims as it starts to settle, “You piece of shit, you pulled the poor sick child card when you were just plain horny. I was worried to my bones as we run to your home. Shame on you Rogers!”

“Me? It was your fucking fault! Yours and Cary Grant’s and your stupid grins and stupid chins, those clefts!” he’s screaming in whispers so Steve Rogers’ teenage boner doesn’t make it to the news, but he’s talking as if he was pronouncing an important speech to the UN, “What was a 14-year-old in the fucking 30s popping one upon seeing an actor who kind of looked like a very tall version of his very male best friend to do?”

He is about to say something, but Steve literally covers his mouth with one hand giving Bucky no other option but to stick his tongue and lick the palm.

“Gross, Buck. I’m not done!”, he dries his hand on Buckys’ shirt before he goes on. “I’m not done because as I was still processing all that, you kept brushing your goddamned hand with mine when you went for popcorn! Over and over and over. It was torture. I have palpitations now just thinking about it.”

Bucky full-on laughs. One of those real ones that come more and more lately and that he honestly thought he would never get to experience again.

They have reached the box office, so he doesn’t push it further. For now.

“Two tickets for `This is the Night´, please.” Bucky smiles at the box-office guy. “He is paying, tho. I paid last time we tried to see this one and he didn’t have the decency to stay until the end.”

He actually feels like a teen as Steve takes his hand into the theatre, as he very intentionally buys popcorn to share, and as they start full-on making out on their seats during the commercials once the lights are out.

“Wanna know another secret, Buck?” Steve whispers a few minutes later, eyes on the starting movie as he brushes Bucky’s hand with intention over the popcorn bucket. His flustered face and recently kissed lips bathed by dancing lights and shadows coming from the screen. “It’s a good thing we were already together in ‘38 when “Bringing up baby” came out because I was able to plan ahead and lure you into that memorable window fuck at our old apartment before the show, or we would have totally missed one of our favorite movies, too.”

Bucky hates Steve with the force of the universe. Or maybe not, but he’s not playing clean.

“Raincheck on the movie?” he manages to whisper back as he drives Steve’s hand to his already noticeable hard-on. Two can play this game.

“Oh, poor Buck. Do you have palpitations” Steve chuckles, lips wet on Bucky’s ear and gripping harder on his bulge instead of letting go. “Was that the memory of the window fuck? Or all the making out? Tell me so I don’t do it again.”

“You are a punk, Steve Rogers,” Bucky answers before standing up to leave, closely followed by a smiling Steve.

Argh, sorry for deleting and uploading again, but i had technical issues with this.... so here it goes again. I need to free myself from this one!