#they're getting married people how cracker is this

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Apropos of half-awake thoughts this morning, I've been considering the perennial subject of people coming into fan-works and making demands of the writer or artist in regards to their creative choices. You know, 'this is wrong', 'you should change this', 'make more!!!' etc. It's been quite some years since I had to deal with that kind of behaviour but I've seen it happen to other people and it always sucks. Today my brain has decided to connect it to Humphrey Smith.

Story time: the town I come from has three breweries. The reason for this is that the limestone we're built atop filters the local water, making it 1) good and hard and 2) easy to access. Technically we're a market town but brewing is the foundation of our modern economy.

Two of these breweries, John Smith's and Sam Smith's, are the remnants of the brewing empire started by John Smith, a Victorian gentleman endowed with truly spectacular mutton-chops and also money, who bought an existing brewery in the town before building a new, much more impressive one further up the street. After his death, the business was left to his brothers, one of whom would go on to leave the old brewery to his nephew Samuel. Thus, the empire split into two. Both halves are still operating and have been successful enough that the current owner of Sam Smith's -- Humphrey -- is the biggest land-owner in the town.

Here is where the problems begin. You see Humphrey is, to put it gently, crackers. He suffers from being exceptionally wealthy and, despite some motions towards investing in local amenities, largely exists on a moral crusade against the changing social mores of the 20th Century. He won't countenance any businesses that does not contribute to the atmosphere of a sleepy market town (read: basically anything), refuses to maintain or sell off his properties, leaving the place full of the rotting shells of buildings, and he's been at war with the town council so long, they're currently planning to build on a flood plane that does indeed routinely get swamped by the river just to have somewhere to put new houses.

The man is not well-liked, is what I'm saying. And among his 'charming eccentricities' are the strict requirements he enforces on the pubs he owns. Any Sam Smith's pub must be run by people of good moral character (preferably a married man and woman), there must be no music and no phones, no swearing, no motorcyclists, no kissing, etc, etc. Basically imagine the dourest stereotype of Yorkshire grimness and that's what he's actively aiming for (no I am not kidding, just check out the 'controversies' section of the Sam Smith's wikipedia page).

Anyway, the point of all this is that there's a lovely tale shared around the town about how, one day, our Humphrey walked into a local pub and said to the bar-tender something to the effect of, 'Switch off that music, throw those people out, take down those fixtures and fittings, this is not the Victorian traditionalism I pay you for.'

Only, the bar-tender leant over the bar and replied, 'well that's nice, Mr Smith, but this isn't one of your pubs.'

Should you find yourself in the position of having some dipstick with fixed opinions swan into your work and start telling you everything you've gotten wrong, I think you could do worse than bear this heroic chap's words in mind. Your work is not their pub. They have no claim on what you make and no grounds for enforcing their vision over yours. They aren't paying you, you aren't working for them, and frankly, they have profoundly misunderstood the situation if they think they're entitled to tell you want to do.

This is true even in the face of widely accepted fanon or when you're cutting against general expectations. In fandom, every piece of art is the result of our own personal reactions to a piece of media. We can decorate our individual pubs however we want and if other people don't like it, well, they can lump it. Go forth and do what you like, music and kissing and all!

[This post brought to you by the belated 11 year anniversary of that berk on dA who spent ages arguing with my attempt at redesigning the Quarks from Doctor Who. The *bloody Quarks*, man! Sheesh.]

[rollinouttahere-writes]

I feel like Cracker is such a forgotten Lucky Yandere and I find it funny to take that and apply it to the story too. Like Cracker is this super arrogant character that gets offended when Luffy doesn’t know who he is so imagine if the girl he’s been PINING over doesn’t remember him? Like they were literally at the alter about to be married? It’s so funny to me.

Like imagine he comes to kidnap Lucky and it’s like:

Cracker: “Lucky! I, as your fiancé, have come to save you so we can get married!l

Lucky, who genuinely doesn’t remember him: “Who are you?”

Cracker, a bit embarrassed: “It’s me… your fiancé… oh you’re probably confused cause u got my biscuit armour on!” *takes it off* “Here! Much better!”

Lucky, still confused: “ya I got no idea… imma need more details than this… you know how many people come up to me a day claiming to be my Fiancé?”

Cracker, genuinely hurt cause he thought the bond was deeper than that: “You know… big mom’s kid?”

Lucky: “ya isn’t there like 100 of you guys… narrow it down even further…”

Cracker, about to cry but too arrogant to do it: “One of the three sweet commanders…”

Lucky, who’s just started guessing: “Smoothie? Wait no she was a girl… Katakuri? No, no, no he was taller and had that scarf… Oven?”

Cracker, about to flip his lid cause only two of them were actually sweet commanders: “NO!”

Lucky, still thinking: “… is it Biscuit?”

Cracker: “NO IM CRACKER THERE ISN’T EVEN A BISCUIT IN THE FAMILY!”

Lucky: “oh well I was close!”

He didn’t mange to get Lucky that day and later stomped up to his room and slam the door when he got home. Loud crying was heard inside from.

Lucky when someone claims to be her affianced

Rip Cracker's feelings lmao

I swear I'm not trying to ignore him as one of the yanderes, I just really haven't seen much of him so I have very little to say on him.

All joking aside, I feel like he would be at least a little memorable to her. Every time she pisses off one of the Vinsmokes (because if Sanji won't give them hell, she will), she immediately plays victim and goes crying to Cracker that they're being mean to her for "no reason". Cracker gets to feel like a tough guy defending his soon-to-be-wife, and Lucky is shooting the Vinsmokes the most shit eating grin she can muster.

[pacific-rimbaud]

Hi! I'm curious regarding Panville's dynamic on RoT. You write that they basically never argue and some of their disagreements get sorted out quickly (barring the one before the accident ofc). And that 5 years later, they're still deeply in love and shagging constantly. It's so beautiful but I guess I've become jaded with mainstream media (and some of the marriages/relationships i've been around) but do you think that's really possible? Not without hard work, but is it attainable and realistic?

I meant for Remember One Thing to be something lovely and beautiful and escapist to sink into. I write this ship because they're incredibly soft and fill me with so much warmth and happiness when I'm inhabiting their world in my imagination. All of our escapist outlets are so different, and I'm grateful to have the opportunity to put something out there that is maybe a little different or niche for people who enjoy it.

But also . . . extremely long-ass rant under the cut.

I can't find the source right now, but apparently when Terry Pratchett was a very young journalist he interviewed older married couples to ask their secrets to a long marriage. One of the couples straight up said they stayed happy because they had a ton of sex throughout their marriage and still did. There's also that kind of wild essay Ayelet Waldman wrote for the NYT about how much sex she and Michael Chabon were still having after four children, among other sentiments. People do experience a confluence of high libido and sustained admiration and attraction. It helps to partner with a sexy, kind, capable person who's a great communicator and does genuinely equitable domestic labor, which is what I've written.

And as far as fighting goes, that's down to a lot of things that I won't get into, but it's 100% possible. My three kids never fight. They have very rare arguments/hurt feelings over resources ("Who ate the last of the rice crackers?" kind of thing), but they resolve their conflicts quickly and respectfully and have never, ever sought to hurt one another physically or emotionally. This has nothing to do with my parenting, it's just them, for whatever reason. It's so marked and consistent that they're disturbed by sibling conflict in media, and don't understand why their friends hate their siblings.

It's a joke in my house to call me Spock because I live in my rational brain most of the time. It has drawbacks, but one perk is that I find it very easy to approach conflict with a cooperative problem-solving mentality vs. a win-lose mentality. I really cannot overstate how life-altering that is. And I actually do think that it's possible for almost anyone to become good enough at communication and secure enough in their sense of self to have a very low-friction partnership.

Tl;dr: it's absolutely possible to not fight with the people you live with, and it's possible to not hate your spouse. I will say that I see more genuine friendship, mutual regard and happiness in queer relationships than I do in straight ones.

So my answer to: is this possible? Attainable? Realistic? is yes and no. Remember One Thing is heterosexual monogamist escapism, meant to simply enjoy for those who are into it. I also absolutely think it's possible to sustain a super active sex life across the lifespan of a monogamous partnership. It's also possible to not fight (I don't mean not disagree or work though differing opinions, that's just life). Is it likely to find both of those things in a partnership? Plus whatever else we may want—successful careers, healthy, connected parenting, physical health and well-being, hobbies, extended family connections, travel? That's a ton of pressure and a BUNCH of separate social problems we shouldn't feel responsible for personally solving or attaining. Also kind of funny how under predatory capitalism security and satisfaction are not enough (are in fact antithetical to the pursuit of profit). Any aspect of our lives that isn't peak and ideal is framed as a problem with a market-based solution. There's an app to optimize all of this. Click to accept the unfettered use of your data in perpetuity.

The thing about the relationship in Remember One Thing isn't that it's ideal, it's that it's peaceful. It's marked by a high level of metta, or lovingkindness: connectedness; openness; mutual goodwill; benevolence. It's emotionally non-violent. One of my all-time favorite authors is E.M. Forster, a gay man who wrote about queer joy long before that was a term and whose existence was criminalized during his lifetime. There's this famous line in A Room with a View: " . . .  by the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes—a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes." Remember One Thing is about a Yes relationship. It's safe to be vulnerable. That vulnerability engenders trust, which makes it possible to stay open. It's a virtuous cycle.

Why don't we think we can have that? And for those who want sex, why do we feel like silly, secure, fun, connected sexual intimacy that we genuinely enjoy and regularly seek from a partner is unrealistic? So much of what we think is normal about partnership is actually centuries-worth of radioactive institutional abuse and exploitation. We covertly and overtly frame relationships in terms of power, performance, and extraction. What do I get from this relationship vs. I get to hang out with you. That's no way to live. I have to believe it's attainable to find that person or people who feel like a sweet, sexy Yes and treat them with grace and kindness. Otherwise what's the point?

[gokartkid]

yukierre + royalty for the headcanon ask, if you're still doing them ? :D

making it historical, yuki as a prince (i think he should be able to wine and dine as much as he wants) and pierre as a knight (they have allegiances between their kingdoms, a la AT-RBR)

yuki is like a 4th son, so beyond heir and a spare, he knows realistically he'll never inherit but he WILL be able to lead a cushy life, and he does still need protection while his brothers/sisters don't have children yet, and pierre is a very good but career wise middling knight who's ready to become part of a guard, he used to do a lot more tournaments to prove himself (had a difficult, some could say flop era as part of max's guard, 'left' and did some more like. jousting)

pierre is also a bit of a slag (affectionate) but he really grows to like yuki (he thought he might be a bit of a prick, just in that royalty way where they don't really see people as people) in an excusably brothers-in-arms way up to a point (before he realises that with his other fellow knights he is NOT thinking about kissing them on the lips.)

yuki wants to learn how to fight too, he didn't get to practise much when he was a kid, more ettiquette and strategy training, he's been raised to realistically help his brother in the battle room, he's always had a keen eye for the turning tides in battle, but he doesn't have the practical experience. he tells pierre that he wants to know how they fight so he can better understand. this is homoerotic

yuki IS a great horse rider, and one day he's like come on pierre (with big picnic basket) i can't go by myself bc its dangerous!!!!! obvi! and they obviously race there (i bet i'll get to that tree first, etc. etc.) and yuki shamelessly gets pierre to feed him little crackers and cheeses while he's flopped down because he's like my ass hurts from that and my arms too and im tired, (yuki knows pierre likes him but he's going to make him work for it. he ALSO knows pierres reputation and he mostly needs pierre to wake up and realise that they're going to commit to each other. again, its nbd if yuki does marry below his station, fourth in line and pierre is also acceptably connected)

[wolfiemcwolferson]

logan my love can we get more from the galex ficlet that you’ve been drip feeding us pretty please????? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

YES, baby.

Last part here. No good people below the cut.

"You're not supposed to be here," Alex says as he opens his front door to find George with a bottle of wine and a canvas tote hanging from his wrest. Alex doesn't have to look inside of it to know what's there. Some cheese. A couple of bits of something George insists are crackers. A little bit of fruit. What they ate that one night in Belgium. The first time Alex had told George he was in love with him properly. George - the sentimental fool - was probably only thinking about the tradition of it all. Not at all the origins of the tradition, but it still feels like he's taking a vital piece of their life and throwing it in his face. "Let me in, Lex." George shrugs. "I meant to -" he clears his throat. "I wanted to tell you." Alex knows it's a lie, but he opens the door for him anyway. Mistake one.

Mistake two happens when George is trying to open the wine bottle and Alex presses a firm hand to his lower back as he reaches around him to pull the good wine opener from the drawer. "Lex -" George breathes, body going lax underneath his touch. Alex pulls away like he's been burnt and George breathes deeply. Tries to shake it off by asking Alex to open the packet of crackers he's brought.

They're not talking about it. They're not talking about anything of substance despite slipping back into the ease of conversation they have, but they're really not talking about the engagement or the fact that they haven't spoken in weeks. They're sitting around...eating cheese and sipping too expensive wine and making small talk about the season and the kids - because that's a painful thing they'll have to contend with for the rest of their lives. Their joint god-fatherdom with Lando's group of hellion's. He looks good. George looks so good. With his sweater and the lines around his eyes that are just getting deeper and as he finishes his glass of wine, he sinks father into the sofa and - "I'm sorry I didn't call you. You deserved to know." George says quietly, looking at a place over Alex's head. "I just thought it might make it too hard." Alex sets his wine glass down on the coffee table, rests his elbows on his knees and looks at George hard. He feels drunk on power like he always does when they get here - because this is where they are now. They've done this dozens of times - a fight or a break-up or a hook-up in between. This dance started as soon as George bought that bottle of wine. Alex was thinking mistake one was letting him in. Mistake one was that day so long ago he can't remember the year he ended up with a broken collar bone. Or maybe it was before that. Maybe it was being born in the same time as George fucking Russell. "Because you wouldn't have asked her?" Alex prods. "If I had known? You wouldn't have asked her to marry you? When you know it should be me?" Look at me. Alex is demanding with his voice. Look at me and tell me it's not that. George meets his gaze, tears swimming in his lash line. "You know I wouldn't have been able to." His hands are shaking so he sets his wine glass down too. "You know I wouldn't -" His head in hanging down now, breathes coming uneven. Alex does the only thing he knows how to do. He slides across the couch and places one of his hands on George's chest. "Georgie -" He never gets to finish his sentence because George pushes him backwards, climbing into his lap, kissing him like he's starved for it. Because he is. Alex knows that no one else takes care of George like this and it's wrong and he knows that. He knows that George is going to regret this - Alex. Alex will regret this. But, George whines and then all breathy and desperate he whispers, please, need it. Alex has time for regrets tomorrow.

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Broken hearts can heal - Choi Minho SHINee Fanfic - Chapter I - How we all met

Story masterlist - please consult it for the summary of the story, trigger warnings etc.

Chapter I - Wattpad link

Chapter II

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Chapter I - How we all met

chapter word count: 3.8k words

"Da-Eun, can you bring the glasses please?!" Kibum shouted after you from the living room just as you prepared a charcuterie board.

"I'm kinda busy!" You shouted back, trying to create the perfect salami rose to display in the middle of your arrangement of expensive cheeses, grapes and crackers. "Come get them yourself!"

"But I'm cleaning!"

"And I'm 3 months pregnant!"

"Almost 4!" He shouted again, making you laugh. "I want to get over with the preparations quicker!" He whined.

"And I wanna rest because my feet are swollen and I'm nauseous. But here I am making food!" You shouted back, still laughing. He knew you were just playing around and that preparing this food arrangement didn't bother you at all, even if you truly felt a bit nauseous and your feet hurt.

Kibum stuck his head out through the kitchen's opened door and smiled at you lovingly.

"Hey." He said. He was just so cute.

"Hey." You said back, and you couldn't help but walk over to him and peck his lips.

"The wine glasses?" He grinned mischievously.

"You're taking advantage of my kindness." You whispered and cupped his cheeks, holding on to them tight. "You're lucky I love you."

"Yea. I really am."

"Three glasses?"

"Four." He corrected you.

"I thought Jinki is not able to make it today?" You raised a brow.

"He isn't, but there's still four of us, right? Minho, Taemin and us."

"I can't drink alcohol, Key." You chuckled.

"No, but I don't want you to feel left out." He pouted. "You can just drink grape juice from it and pretend it's wine!"

"Oh, should I?" You laughed while grabbing four glasses. "It's not like I'm going to be left out anyway, they're basically coming to meet me, no?"

"Speaking of, how's your nerves?" He grabbed the four glasses.

"I mean, it's good that I'll have an ally already."

"Me?" Kibum grinned.

"No, not you, dummy. Taemin. I'm glad I've already met him, and it won't just be... awkward, meeting two new people."

"And here I thought I'm your best ally." Key pouted.

"Of course you are." You kissed him again. "Look, they will be here soon, so I'm going back to this damn rose while I still have the patience for it."

"Good luck! And thanks for these." He smiled, clicking the glasses against each other, and walked out of the kitchen.

~

"So, are you nervous?" You whispered, slipping your hand into your boyfriend's while caressing your ever-growing belly with the other.

"Why would I be?" He chuckled. "It's not like I'm the one meeting someone new. It's literally just Minho and Taemin, and we speak all the time anyway."

"I get Taemin. But what about Minho? You still haven't seen him in what, one year?" You smiled, knowing that despite his indifferent appearance, Kibum did miss his friend, and not seeing each other for so long was hard on him, even if he acts annoyed whenever they speak.

"It doesn't matter. We can be away from each other for 15 years and nothing would change between us." He said with a sassy roll of his eyes, making you chuckle. "It was like that when I was in the military, too."

"I hope our baby will have someone like that." You whispered again, more to yourself.

"What about you, Da-Eun? Are you less nervous than two hours ago?" Kibum looked at you, holding your hand tight. He knew about your reluctance of meeting new people, but it was imperative for you to start being around his circle of friends and his family until the baby comes and you get married.

It's a funny thought, eventually having a wedding and being married. You certainly didn't see yourself as the type. Not because there was anything wrong with it, but it just felt... weird to live with someone else, to rely on another person and to show your potential husband not only the good parts, but also the uglier, less appealing ones.

But this is bound to happen, even if it seems a bit too soon. Both of you decided to hold the baptism of your child and the wedding party on the same day, to just have a big celebration of these two big milestones neither of you saw coming so soon in your relationship. You wouldn't have made any plans to get married if it weren't for the baby, since you've only been dating Kibum for a few months by the time you accidentally got pregnant, but now, it had to happen.

Thankfully both of you were very much in love with the other, but since it's all been casual until now, you didn't really meet his friends or anything. Besides Taemin, who you got the pleasure to meet last month, you just met Kibum's family two weeks ago and that didn't go as planned, so yea, it was safe to say you were really nervous about meeting Key's other best friend.

"A bit." You smiled softly, but holding Key's hand made you feel less nervous, and you almost forgot about any discomfort when the doorbell rang, and Minho came through the door with a big bouquet of yellow and white roses.

"Hello!" He came towards you with the biggest smile plastered on his face and handed you the roses. "This is for you."

"Thank you." You smiled.

"I'm Minho, it's so nice to finally meet you, Da-Eun. You're looking amazing. How far along are you?" He said everything in a breath, his openness making you breathe out a sigh of relief and calm down a lot. You were glad he seemed welcoming, at least, compared to Kibum's parents.

"Minho, the pleasure is mine. The flowers are so beautiful, thank you so much. We are so happy you were able to come visit us. I'm around the 16th week mark." You smiled.

"You don't need to be so polite with me, Da-Eun. But he can definitely learn from you." He pointed to Kibum, making you laugh.

"Yah." Key scoffed in disbelief and placed his arms steadily on his hips. "What do you mean to say? Am I not nice?!"

"Of course you are! So, did you miss your big brother?" He winked.

"I'm older than you though?!" Key replied, starting to raise his voice a bit.

"Shhh, what's a couple months?! Mentally I'm older. You should just deal with it." Minho closed his eyes and petted Key's shoulder apologetically while nodding his head, before getting into a fit of laughter.

"So, as you see, Da-Eun, this is my idiot... acquaintance." Key turned to you and faked a smile before dropping his expression into a poker face.

"Acquaintance?! We basically lived together for years!" Minho scoffed in disbelief.

"Are you two always like this?" You chuckled.

"Like what?" Minho grabbed Key's neck and pulled him into a one-sided hug, and you laughed again seeing the grimace on your boyfriend's face.

"Anyway, where is Taemin? I thought you're going to come together." Key intervened and shook his friend's hand away, taking the roses from your hands instead and closing the front door. "Aish, why did you even bring these? What are we supposed to do with flowers? Just bring us money next time!" Kibum scolded Minho with annoyance in his tone.

"Money?! You have enough, though?! Da-Eun, he's always like this. A materialistic prick. To convince him to come to my show I had to buy a fucking bag-"

"Yah, don't talk badly about me to my girlfriend! Where's Taemin, huh?"

"He's running late. He was adamant about bringing the drinks and the fucker- I meant, our dearest Maknae messed up the time and thought we met up at 8."

"8?! That's like, two hours later?" Key slapped his forehead.

"He apparently mistook '18' for '8' and didn't bother checking in with me." Minho shrugged.

You started balancing your weight from one foot to the other, as your feet started to hurt, and you just knew they were getting swollen again. It was hard being pregnant.

"Should we go sit down?" Minho smiled at you, as if he knew you were getting uncomfortable of standing.

"Okay, let's go to the living room." You nodded at him shortly, thanking him for taking care of you.

Key grabbed your hand and sat down next to you on the couch, as Minho began exploring every corner of your apartment.

"Does he usually do this?" You whispered to your boyfriend, who just looked annoyed and scoffed.

"Woah!" Minho spoke loudly from the laundry room. "Everything is so clean! No clothes in the drier?!"

Then, he returned to the living room and examined the table closely.

"And this is spotless. Da-Eun! You're a miracle!" He praised you, and you burst out laughing. What the heck was happening?

"Choi Minho! I'm the one who cleaned the table, okay?!"

"Yet you still let you pregnant soon-to-be-wife do the laundry though, didn't you?"

"Sit down and shut it, will you?" Key rolled his eyes.

"He's working you too hard. I'd beat him up if I were you." Minho sat down and whispered to you, mocking a scared face as soon as his friend made it clear that he, in fact, heard him and started cussing him out and raising his fist in the air.

"Anyway, since Taeminnie isn't here yet with the wine, should I give you some juice from Da-Eun's collection?" Key laughed and petted the back of your head lovingly.

"Hey, you're making me sound like a child!" You retorted. "Minho, I swear I don't only drink juice-"

"Yea, she drinks lemonade too." Key chuckled, kissing your forehead as he stood up.

"When the baby comes, the first thing I'm going to do is get drunk!" You shouted after him and crossed your arms, noticing Minho's smile in front of you.

"You both seem happy together. I'm glad."

"Thank you..." You started fidgeting your fingers. You didn't feel intimidated or anything, but you didn't expect Minho to address your relationship with Key so early into the evening.

"You're both so cute! I bet the baby will be even cuter! I'll be the best uncle to him." He smiled kindly, and you felt your cheeks become red. Minho was a nice person, and you understood why Key always spoke so fondly of him. You were so glad your baby was going to grow up around such amazing people. He was surely going to have such a good childhood with you, Kibum and his three uncles that love him unconditionally already.

And yes, the baby is a he. You found out at your latest doctor's appointment that Key had to miss due to some work, and you haven't told him yet, because you had a surprise in store for him and the boys tonight.

"What got you blushing like that?" Key returned and laughed at your flustered state.

"I just told her I hope the baby won't turn out like you, and it'll be cute like her." Minho laughed.

"Yah, what does that mean? I'm cute!" Key replied, making us all chuckle.

"Of course you are, the cutest." You praised and took the juice glass he just filled for you.

"So, grape juice, hm?" Minho took the juice box from the table, since Kibum didn't bother filling his glass as well.

"It's my saving grace." You spoke serious, noticing the two men start laughing.

"I can't believe you don't keep any alcohol in the house though. Kibum, are you perhaps getting more disciplined since you have a kid on the way?!"

"No, he just drank it all last week and we didn't have time to go shopping." You chuckled.

"Da-Eun, whose side are you taking here?!" Key looked hurt, then started laughing as well, just as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." You smiled and tried to stand up, before feeling Key's hand holding you down on the sofa.

"Stay put and relax, you worked hard today." He smiled at you, reminding you once again of why you fell in love with him.

~Flashback, 9 months ago~

"Da-Eun, can you pleeaaasee take care of Table 7? There's an obnoxious party of 8 in Table 5 and I'm really tied up with them! There's just one in Table 7, and he needs a menu. Pleeease?!"

"Sure, babe." You smiled at your coworker, grabbing one of the menus in the stack behind the register.

You made your way through the busy restaurant towards Table 7 and noticed a single man with a cap on his head and dark sunglasses covering his eyes waiting patiently, his back steadily against the chair and his legs crossed. He was scrolling on his phone but noticed you as soon as you approached his table.

"Hello, sir. Here is the menu. While you consult it, would you like me to bring you something to drink?" You smiled gently and delivered your speech, as you usually did whenever you greeted a new customer.

"Hi." He replied, putting his phone away on the table, and taking the menu from your hands. "Yes, that would be great. I'd like a cold beer."

Why would he wear sunglasses and a cap inside when it was so warm, you wondered? Was it because he didn't want anyone to recognise him? If so...

"Sure, coming right up. But first, uhm... if you would like, we also have private rooms, in case you would be more comfortable..." You smiled again, hoping you didn't assume anything and that you didn't make him uncomfortable.

"Oh, is it all right to go, though? I won't order much, just something to eat..."

"Of course! Come, follow me." You smiled and ushered him to the back of the restaurant where you had a few private rooms. During the day, these mostly stay empty, so occupying one wouldn't inconvenience the restaurant in any way. Plus, none of it was reserved.

"Thank you, this is surely more comfortable." He smiled as he took of the cap and glasses, and hell, was he beautiful. You recognised him from somewhere, but you just couldn't put your finger on it.

"So, a beer while you consult our menu, yes?"

"That's right. What do you recommend for food, though... Da-Eun?" He smiled, squinting his eyes to look at your name tag.

"We have some amazing spaghetti... my favourite would be Cacio e Pepe, they're just so creamy and delicious. If you love pepper, anyway." You chuckled.

"Then you can bring me that." He said, giving you back the menu.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, thank you."

You went away and typed the order into the computer, and served him the beer while the cook prepared the pasta.

~

"Here you go." You smiled, placing the plate in front of him. "Would you like another beer?"

"Yes, please, that would be great." He smiled.

He was beautiful, and your eyes lingered on his features for a second too long.

You brought him his second drink, he complimented the food, and when he left, he gave you such a good tip, you couldn't contain your smile for the whole day.

You needed money, so you moved to Seoul specifically to be able to earn more, in hopes that you'll be able to save enough so you could pursue your passion: studying psychology. You knew you wouldn't be able to work during University due to the strict hours and amount of studying you would have to do, so you needed to save as much as possible, so you can focus entirely on getting your degree.

~

Almost a month later, very late into your shift, the small bell attached to the door frame rang as the door opened, revealing a familiar figure. You went to greet him and help him to a table.

"Welcome back. You dyed your hair." You smiled.

"You recognise me?" The man raised an eyebrow. His shock was understandable, as he was once again wearing a cap, this time glasses as well, but still, you saw a few small blond strands sticking out. You wondered if his hair was soft to the touch, or if the dye messed it up. That blonde is impossible to reach without bleaching the shit out of your hair.

"Of course, you came here a few weeks ago, didn't you? Blonde suits you!" You complimented the man, and instead of showing him to a regular table, you guided him directly to a private room.

"Thank you." He said, taking off his cap and shoving a head through his hair, rearranging it. "I was worried you're already closed for the night."

"It's almost closing time, actually, but the kitchen is still open if you'd like a quick bite."

"Some fried chicken sounds really good right now." He smiled.

"And for drinks? Maybe a Soju bottle?"

"Drinking Soju alone is kind of sad, isn't it?" He laughed. "Maybe you could join me if you don't have too much work to do, Da-Eun."

"Oh?" You tilted your head, genuinely surprised, then started chuckling a bit. "There's not much work... I'd probably have to check out first and join in as a customer."

"If you don't mind?" The man smiled again, and it probably wouldn't have been a good idea to drink with a stranger any other day, but you were curious of him.

"Just give me a minute to put the order in."

"Then... two portions of fried chicken and, let's say, two bottles of Soju to start? We can always get more later."

"Sounds good."

You made your way towards the computer to add the order, your heart racing out of your chest. You couldn't believe you just got invited by such a handsome man to randomly join him eating and drinking, and you were so glad the restaurant was almost around closing time and no new customers would come in.

You grabbed a beer for the man and brought it to him, waiting until the cook finished making the two portions of fried chicken, which would also be the last order of the night.

"Here, on the house." You smiled, putting the beer in front of the stranger. "You can drink this until the food is ready and I close up the place."

"Thanks, Da-Eun." He returned your smile.

"You haven't told me your name yet."

"Oh, you really don't know?" He chuckled. Perhaps you were right when he first came in, he was wearing so many accessories specifically so that no one would recognise him.

Maybe he was famous or something.

"No, sorry."

"That's okay. My name is Kibum."

"Nice to meet you, Kibum." You smiled. "I'm gonna go close up and will join you in a bit, then?"

"Sure, take your time."

~

You've never closed the restaurant as quick as you did that night. You cleaned all the tables in super speed and mopped the floors, and just as you were done, the cook finished making the two fried chicken portions, so you grabbed them, took them to Kibum's table and left again to bring two glasses and the soju bottles.

"Shall we eat?" You stood down in front of him and pointed to the fresh chicken. You opened one bottle and poured the liquid in his glass respectfully, then filled yours to the brim.

"Mhm, this tastes amazing. I also thought so last time with the pasta. Your cook is really good."

"Right?! I love eating here so much." You replied, taking a bite of the chicken as well. "Thanks for treating me, by the way."

"Who says I'm treating you?" He replied with fake annoyance, and both of you started chuckling.

"Don't be mean, I ended my shift, but I'm still stuck here because of you."

"Woah! Is that how you're supposed to treat customers, Da-Eun?"

"Kibum, dear, you're not my customer right now, you're my drinking buddy. Don't get the two confused."

"Da-Eun, darling, I'll make sure not to get them confused then." He replied and placed his right hand on his heart, mimicking heartache.

"So, how old are you?"

"Curious?" He chuckled. "31."

"Shut up, no way."

"Yes way!"

"But you look younger than me, though?!" You exclaimed surprised, and kind of jealous.

"Facial treatments, baby." He boasted. "I go twice a week."

"Lucky." You pouted.

"What about you, how old are you, Da-Eun?"

"Just shy of 25."

"Woah, you're so young." He chuckled.

"Not really. I wish I was younger, honestly. The next couple years are going to be really weird."

"How so?" He raised an eyebrow expectedly.

"What's that, some sort of fashion statement?" You pointed to his left eyebrow that had some sort of naked patch.

"What, the scar?" He chuckled. "No, I played with a flowerpot when I was little and I fell, cracking my head open."

"That sounds traumatic."

"Right?! It was!"

"Looks cool though." You downed the soju glass.

"So, as we were saying before you got distracted by my otherworldly beauty, why say that the next years will be weird?"

"You're so modest!" You joked. "Well, I want to go to Uni, and if everything goes to plan, I'll get stuck with a bunch of 18-year-olds by the time I'm your age."

"So what? Just do your best and get that degree you want. I like ambition."

"Why, thank you!" You exclaimed, making Kibum chuckle.

You talked about anything and everything and kept drinking. You drank and drank, until 2 bottles turned into 10, and by the time you had to add everything you've consumed into the register, you were so dizzy from all the alcohol, that you barely saw the correct numbers in the computer.

Kibum's hands on your waist and the way your back was pressed to him made it even more difficult to focus, but still, you skilfully entered everything, and Kibum even gave you a big tip, just like last time, despite him already paying for everything you two ate and drank.

"Do you always tip so well?" You chuckled, feeling his hot breath on the back of your neck.

"If the person deserves it." He said in a quiet voice, pressing his lips on your neck and earning a small moan from you.

"You should come here more often, then."

"Can I only see you if I come here?" He whispered in your ear, kissing your neck again, and your hand instinctively moved to the back of his head, while you let yours fall down on his shoulder to allow him full access to you.

Both of you were fairly intoxicated at this point, but it didn't matter. You made your way to a nearby hotel to just spend a night together.

He was good in bed, and you liked him quite a bit. You liked how much attention he gave each part of your body, how his kisses felt on your skin, and how confidently he held you.

One night turned into many others, and without notice, you two started going on dates, simply enjoying the other's company.

You called it official a few months in, and barely one month later, you found out you were pregnant.

~End of flashback~

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(A/N) Hello!

Thank you so much for reading the first chapter of 'Broken hearts can heal'!

I hope you enjoyed it and I'm looking forward to your thoughts so far.

Chapter 2 will come soon.

Love you lots,

Storm.

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Chapter II

[i-like-your-nolaces]

"theyfab" here and thank you so much for your post. I feel too nervous to talk about the issue in my social circles because I'm aware of intracommunity discourses and the ways in which transmascs do often hurt transfems and it always feels inappropriate for me to point out the things other trans people do to hurt transmascs, because the consensus seems to be that we hold some privilege over transfems. I never ever want to overstep or make it look like I'm demonising or villainising transfem people, it's just really difficult to talk about problems only affecting transmascs because I feel like I'm talking over others when I describe the ways in which I'm hurt.

The word 'theyfab' really bothers me because it targets transmasculine nonbinary people in the same way that transmedicalists often do. I know many nonbinary people don't transition and aren't dysphoric but I personally have had gender affirming surgery and hormones and reducing me to my AGAB because I use they/them pronouns is kind of distressing, and even to those who aren't dysphoric or don't want to change their bodies or socially transition, it's still really disrespectful. I would never even let someone call me FtM or FtX because the association with the word female is upsetting, I basically never even use AGAB terminology because it does the same thing. I've also noticed "theyfab" being used to talk about nonbinary transmascs basically being attention seeking cis women, which is exactly the same shit that horrible transmeds like Kalvin used to say!

It also implies that every transmasc person who uses they/them is the same and that couldn't be further from the truth, which also hurts me because my friend group is big and diverse and has lots of "theyfabs" in it and they're all different and gorgeous. I have fat and disabled friends, friends on T, friends who have detransitioned and use they/them, friends who are 5 years post-op. Some of my "theyfab" friends have spoken on our country's national news channel about trans rights and have organised protests with a turnout of thousands of people. Some of my "theyfab" friends are just trying to get married in the correct gender so they can feed ducks at the pond with their spouse every weekend and not bother anyone or cause any trouble. I have "theyfab" friends in their 50s and 60s who are heartbroken to hear that trans people are hurting each other.

Having other trans people typecast me as a feminine queer person, or even a cis woman, who is transmisogynistic because of their gender and trans status, really hurts me! I don't want anyone to talk about me using my assigned gender, and I don't like it when people make fun of the only pronouns that bring me joy, and I don't like how embarrassed or guilty I feel when I ask people not to use that term to describe me. Someone once said it's like a white person being offended about being called a cracker, and I'm not a person of colour but I don't think that's a fair comparison. I also am stealth irl and don't like revealing my AGAB to anyone, but because of all the moral weight being assigned to the 'direction' of your transition, I have lately felt obligated to come out as transmasc to other trans people when I didn't want to, because I felt guilty or dirty for "tricking" transfems into feeling safe around me by not revealing I'm the AFAB type of nonbinary.

I know that transmascs do hurt transfems and I have to take some responsibility for the oppression people in my community inflict on yours. It will never stop me from fighting on behalf of our united trans community but I will feel terrible the whole time I'm doing it, like I'm not really allowed to be in the trans community. I've been to national trans rights conferences before where multiple trans women have told me they feel unsafe in the presence of trans men and I felt so horrible because of what they must have been through, but I didn't know what else I could do to avoid existing in their general proximity.

This turned into a rant and I'm sorry haha, your post just spoke to me a lot and I want all trans people to know that we are in this together and are fighting the same fight, and every transmasc nb person I know has felt sad and disheartened by this whole ordeal. It's not just a chronically online thing, it's started happening at real life conferences, and transmascs are being asked to leave trans spaces because their existence threatens transfem people. And every time we speak about how unfair that is, we get told we're talking over trans women and oppressing them further. I don't know what to do. There doesn't seem to be any room left in the community for us. I don't want to hurt anyone, I just want the same allyship from the rest of the trans community that I give to transfeminine people.

hi! i'm glad my post was helpful for you. i agree that the discourse surrounding Transmascs and Nonbinary People is often Hostile and approaches the toxicity levels of Transmedicalism.

what i don't quite agree with or fully understand is the idea that Transmacs somehow hurt or oppress Transfems? i'm a Trans Woman myself, and every Trans Man and Nonbinary Person (Transmasc or otherwise) i've ever hung out with has universally been incredibly Cool and Chill. you're not the first person who's said this to me, so clearly some people believe it to be true? but it has not been my experience at all.

in any case, i'm not an expert on Issues specific to Transmascs (obviously, LOL). my Trans Man friend @kai-is-a-goner is far more knowledgeable in this regard, so if you want to DM him and talk stuff out, i'm sure he wouldn't mind!

anyway, thanks for your kind message! Trans Solidarity is of the utmost importance. please take care of yourself, and have a lovely day!

[kris-py-president]

Hi! Because it's Christmas Eve, let me offer an open panel for sharing our Christmas/holiday traditions. I'll go first.

This can happen any time in December, but my family buys a Hallmark Christmas ornament for something special that happened during the year. For example, new babies in the family get a "baby's first Christmas" ornament. My mom has a giant tote full of them that she's been collecting ever sense she got married to my dad.

This is less for my parents and more for me and my siblings, but years ago my sister took an art class in college and had to draw one of her classmates for a grade. She brought it home when she was done. His name is Steve. Every year we dig Steve out of the closet/from behind the piano/out of the trash, and we dub him Christmas Steve. We then place him in the most obvious place in the house once my mom goes to bed, and adorn him with ribbons. My mom hates Christmas Steve.

On Christmas Eve every year we have a charcuterie board. Except that's not what we call it. Because charcuterie boards didn't exist when my parents first started doing this apperently. Anyway, the foods on it make no sense. There's random crackers, normal sandwich cheeses, raw veggies, grapes, orange slices, salami, and the kicker, COCKTAIL SHRIMP. Beautiful. Nothing says 'night before Christmas' quite like that.

On Christmas morning my mom makes cinnamon rolls from scratch for us to eat after we open presents. It doesn't matter what the circumstances are, we ALWAYS and I mean A L W A Y S, have cinnamon rolls on Christmas. This year, our oven is broken. We're making cinnamon rolls in a slow cooker.

Once we open our big gifts, we get to dump our stockings out on the floor and look at all of our stuff. Now, I don't know how many people know about these because it's getting harder and harder to find them.... But every year my mom always puts chocolate oranges in our stockings. I'm not talking chocolate covered oranges. I'm talking an orange MADE OUT OF CHOCOLATE. and the chocolate is orange flavored. They're like 5 bucks a piece and that ADDS UP if you know how many people my mom has to buy them for. once upon a time, she didn't get the oranges for us. We searched for them. They weren't there. There were tears. Lots of tears. She never skips the oranges now.

[jdmainman123]

#Report dear Utah your days are numbered? Yacht fishes being attacked on all sides and after being beat down in Fort Worth protecting me marrying your daughter? OVER A TRAIN THAT I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH OVER TRAIN THAT I REALLY DON'T OWN

What was it the boys can't get on an airplane? They don't have to get on an airplane? Or was it satellite maker shoots them all I don't know 15 years after how does this work to the boys just end up in any anticidency because these cities are all looking the same? And I'd hate to point out? It's so easy for a boy to leave on a plane like yacht fish did and always come home let's say Las vegas? To a different Las Vegas every time? Now what is it the last City he lands in that satellite make her promises to shoot him

Or is it just two of them and we never get on an airplane we never have to get on an airplane? Cuz that's really dumb luck you guys talk about yacht fish's job walking around putting his finger up and itching his ass for your daughter to think it's sexy and then picking his nose?

And I'm sorry Utah because this alliance of I own every girl in another city? Every single one of these statements go to I own every girl? Maybe not in this city and here's a funny part? You always look around and say maybe not in this city? But in that next city after that airplane airport? I own every girl in that City because I'm black? Or because I'm white? Men

And again because your satellite is lying I have to start using Chicago for because they've called every single one of these statements for one reason? I believe the statement is what is a black skin man and a black skin woman doing in charge of all these kids 3/4? And because it's the language the failed language we know they're all speaking the same language? And we hate to point out the joke? A little black skin boy speaking like an old white skin cracker? That squeaky voice ERERERERRRRRREEERRRRRRR and we have no reason other than to believe every single one of your anti-seeding cities with the Mia POW flag all the kids would be saying the same thing all the people in the sun rises to be seen the same thing? And if their life was blamed like mine yacht fish here? I had a job I didn't have time to call out Mike I didn't have time to call out brian? I'm sorry I just said you know what that city is a dead family and if you want to continue talking instead daughter? And it wasn't good enough for you I had to tell you what I was going to do to their daughters? Caught off their eyelids or some stupid s***

BUT WE HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE BECAUSE NOW IF I EVER FACED WENT BACK TO ORIGINAL HASHTAG REPORT IF I EVER HAD TO GO BACK TO ORIGINAL AND FACE ONE OF THE BIGGER CITIES SATELLITE MAKERS? IN THE BACK OF MY MIND I KNOW I'M A LOT MORE SUCCESSFUL A LOT MORE ACCOMPLISHED? A LOT MORE MONEY WENT THROUGH MY HANDS? THE SATELLITE WOULD INDEED PICK UP AND SAY ONE OF THOSE STUPID STATEMENTS FROM ONE OF THOSE BOYS AND GIRLS MEN AND WOMEN AND YOUR SuN RIDES THIS?

And we can't help but notice the timeline? Was for yacht fish I had a job I didn't have time to come home no names as our campaign? And we provided the NEX statements? Without using names? But you guys wanted me to to go in cuz what would I say to my brother mike? It's the only brother out here that has challenged that if you said something about you would be under severe consequences? We can't find another brother? It almost seems like yeah fish was made? Because satellite maker said something stupid about his brother and another city? And showed up in the city and it wasn't that satellite maker wanted his brother's house? Actually it was that sound like I wanted his brother's house and his wife? BUT WAS BEAT TO DEATH EVEN IF HE DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING? CUZ HE WANTED A BROTHER'S HOUSE AND WIFE

Duh

So for you guys to carry on these statements being all 3/4 facilities? Or just kids boys and girls in a house with a picture of God's hand on jesus's dick? On the wall? And behind it and has those stupid f****** English words be positive? And they can't speak Spanish and it can't speak french? And it's just a house fire waiting to happen BUT WE HAVE TO NOTICE EVERY STATEMENT THAT YACHT FISH DIDN'T CALL I COULDN'T HAVE CALLED IT BECAUSE WE CALLED THE BETTER JOKE? THE ONE AT SATELLITE MAKER TOOK FOR ME AND IT'S FORCED THE STUPID F****** STATEMENTS AROUND ME SO THESE LITTLE UNEXPERIENCED KIDS CAN FOLLOW ME? AND CONTINUE SINGING ALONG? THE PROBLEM IS MY BRAINS HURTING? CUZ I'M NOT AROUND PEOPLE WHO WROTE THE REPORT WROTE THE BLOG?

And it's the same words in English it's the same f****** repeated statements over and over and over again? And I can't tell you how bad this is a hate crime on black skin boys who never wrote the official report who never provided to any act BECAUSE IT'S CERTAIN WORDS AND WRONG WORDS LIKE WHEN YOU SAY SLAVERY OR WHITE PRIVILEGE I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO PULL THE TRIGGER ON THEM AND SAY YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN'T WALK AROUND LITTLE KIDS AND TALK ABOUT SLAVERY PUTTING THEM IN JAIL CUTTING OFF THEIR PENIS? And and again because it's just the words I need to repeated words because a black skin man? Wants to watch over babies? And he can't help but afford no this stupid tool on the satellite? And the stupid words? Only in english***? Not in Spanish not in French not in Chinese not in swedish not in Norwegian not in German

And we're going to go back to the Spanish and Latin should never have learned the word daughter and we are going to go back to our main belief hashtag report the accident is teaching these black skin men and girls english? And not teaching them Spanish and French I CALLED IT CREOLE CALLED THEY CAME BACK AND THEY SPLIT UP THE STAGE CUZ NOBODY UNDERSTOOD WHAT THEY'RE SAYING MEANWHILE IN THE BACK OF THEIR HEAD THEY KNOW EVERY STATEMENT I MADE IN ENGLISH?

So let's get back to basics you f****** black skin men should not know this language?

[combeferres-mothematics]

I posted 238 times in 2021

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#5

So, I’ve been feeling a little off latly, and I thougt if was just stress, but my fiance broght up the fact that I haven’t had my period lately. Soo, I may be pregnant and I don’t know what to think. I go to the doctor on Monday, so I’ll ask about it then I guess....

2 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 06:52:02 GMT

#4

INTRODUCTION

Hello, my name is Abigail, but pretty much everyone just calls me Abby (Unless you’re my twin brother, then you call me Kiwi...) 

MY FAMILY:

I have two older half brothers, 

a twin brother,

 and eight younger brothers,

 and a little unknown arriving January 2022, (Will update when they’re born).

 And three neices and two nephews.

Oh. And My Fiance,  Ben. we’re planning to get married next February if everything goes according to plan (We were originally plaaning to get married this December, but then Mom got pregnant.)

And five kitties! Aaron Purr, Alexander Hamilcat, John Clawrens, Hercules Purrigin, and Gilbert du Meowteir, Meowquis de Pawfayette.

MY HOBBIES

I like learning about anything history related, but exspecially American Revolution.

Archeology.

Writing.

Reading.

Anything science related.

AND CATS!

MY FANDOMS

Amrev. (Just found out this existed recently and am super excited!

Liberty’s Kids.

and I think thats all so far...

SOME FACTS ABOUT ME

I am autistic.

I was named after Abigail Adams.

I was born on the 11th of September in 2001. (9/11)

My very first memory is going to Colonial Williamsburg when I was five.

I can’t cook. Like, at all. If I’m cooking something usually ends up on fire...

My favorite battle is the battle of Brandywine.

My Favorite historical figure (as of now.) is Thomas Jefferson.

I have recently started writing fanfiction. I am on Archive of Our Own right now but may expand later. I currently have only one WIP my account is Jeffersonfan if anyone wants to check me out.

See the full post

3 notes • Posted 2021-11-02 04:31:01 GMT

#3

250th anniversary of the American Revolution

Is anyone else super excited for the 250th anniversary of the American Revolution that’s coming up in a couple of years? Well, the 250th anniversary of the Boston Massacre was last year, so I guess it has kinda already started if you think about it. but the Revolution part officially starts April 19th, 2025!  

3 notes • Posted 2021-11-02 03:29:13 GMT

#2

Okay Kiwi, Fic prompt! This will be in modern times, you can figure out how they got there. So Washington's aides, they all decide to recreate the croosing of the Delaware in George's pool for christmas, and they freeze big blocks of ice, get those huge inflatable rafts, etc, but they don't tell George what they're doing and they accidentally wake him up, and when he comes out to see what the hell they're doing he scares them so much that at least one falls in the water and has to be rescued.

Oh, this is good! I'll start working on it now!

4 notes • Posted 2021-11-07 03:36:16 GMT

#1

So, I was given permition to share this with y’all, this dicord is alive and you’re welcome to chek us out!

@pub-lius @lams-tallmadge @coldinmyproffesions @floatyteabag @harrison-the-dilf-friend 

And anyone else I don’t know to tag, I may have frgotten someone on accident, and I don’t know a lot of people here yet, so tag anyone else you think might like to join!

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