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fangirlxwritesx67 · 4 years

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I was tagged by @stusbunker. Thank you and also stuff you, this is tough! But fun, as I got to dig up some stuff from the last year.

Which of your fics…

…did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

Highway of Regret. 100%. It was what I consider my first (and only to date) Winchester brothers canon gen fic series. I got really good feedback from the people who did read it, but for the most part it didn’t make a ripple. I wrote my heart out for that one, I really did. At first it stung a little (needy writer mode, I know) but I came to realize that I needed to write that story, and I love it, and neither of those things have anything to do with notes or feedback.

…got a better reaction than you expected?

Two different Dean one-shots that I wrote more or less on a whim. Each one I was afraid to publish for fear of reaction. It wasn’t the sexy swooning hero Dean, more of a broken and very human Dean. Ultimately the feedback I got was deep and very meaningful to me. Serenity - 500 words, a Dean in AA ficlet A Great Dad - 1000 words and a pregnancy scare

…is your funniest?

A Very Good Bed 1200 words of Ikea fluff, Sam x Eileen with platonic Dean.

…is your darkest or angstiest?

Angel: A Lament This was a really tough one because I dont really write dark and angsty. Every long dark night has a dawn, and every bit of angst more than makes up for it with fluff at the end. Even this one is more prose poem than angsty fanfic.

…is your absolute favorite?

Taken By The Wind: A Sam x Rowena love story I love this one with my whole heart, you can see so much of my own journey as a writer and as a person, and I just love this OTP so much. My favorite chapters are Green Velvet and Taken By The Wind

…is your least favorite?

I try very hard to maintain an attitude that every story played a role, to embrace the progress without being ashamed of the past. That said, there are still a few out there that, when I see them getting reblogged, I think “Oh god not that. A One Night Offer is definitely one of those.

…was the easiest to write?

The easiest thing for me to write are the fluffy one shot requests, especially when I get a song or gif along with the request. It’s not that they don’t matter, but I’m writing them to make someone else happy, so it usually doesn’t require as much digging and self reflection. And of course, they always turn out to be surprisingly popular. Long Distance Lullaby is not one of those. It was both easy and excruciating, as I sobbed it into my voice-to-text one morning on the way to work. It was in the early days of the pandemic as well as my marriage breaking up and I just needed some comfort. I got a bit tangled up in endings and graphics and opinions, but looking back, there was something really painfully pure about writing it.

…was hardest to write?

May Be Home I had been writing fanfic for an entire 3 months when decided to write this 15 chapter series that included an au rockstar!Dean, an OFC, and more sex and emotions than I was really equipped to write. It was hard, because I was growing. But I treasure it now, because I wouldn’t be half the writer I am if it wasn’t for this story, and all the work that MJ put in with me on this piece.

…has your favorite lines/exchange/paragraph? (share it!)

I didn’t set out to write fanfiction. At first they were just stories I told myself. And then they got too big for that, and here we are. But some of my very favorite lines come from my series No Lover Like A Hunter, if for no other reason than they lived so long in my heart and mind before I ever wrote them down. Dean found himself watching Jody as she talked. In the firelight, she was radiant. Her high cheekbones and straight nose were striking in the shadows. The flames leapt in her dark grey eyes when she laughed and played in her messy hair, streaking the salt and pepper color with golden light. He had never seen her quite like this- so soft and desirable. Eventually, they settled into comfortable stillness. ... Dean’s voice was husky and certain, “Disappointed? Hell no.” He leaned back on the couch and reached for her, “You’re magnificent, Jody, everything I dreamed of and more.” ... Dean and Jody lay on the floor, facing one another. They gathered pillows and blankets around them until they were comfortable. The firelight played over their faces, warm and flickering. There were so many things that could have been said, but none of them needed to be spoken. They knew one another now like never before, inside and out. And from Pt 2 “So,” she murmured between kisses, “Last time- wasn’t a mistake?” Dean pulled back and looked at her, his green eyes locked on hers. “Jody, baby. You would never be a mistake.” ... Jody shivered under his touch. Her hunter’s body was strong and scarred, but her skin was like velvet. Her legs went on for days and her face, lit up with desire, was straight from his dreams.

Do I sometimes wish I had a little more experience under my belt before I tackled this pairing (and eventual threesome)? Yeah, of course. Do I regret it? Not a word. I love this story.

…have you reread the most?

Celebrations: a Sam x Rowena holiday series I love this one because it’s an au where the two of them are together and happy. He’s still a hunter, she’s still a witch. But they get to enjoy the little things like good food, online shopping, gift-giving, and all the other soft and lovely sparkly things. Also, I can’t reread these stories without recalling the feedback from Lou and Val, which is a treat in itself.

…would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

If I can convince them to read it, Sam and Rowena, anything Sam and Rowena. (just ask Kathy.)

For Sam one-shots tho: Like Art, Like Fire or Welcoming Him Home

For Dean one-shots (which are much more popular): Whiskey Glasses or Stay

Also, it’s a bit of an odd one out (again not that popular) but I feel like Looking for A Black Cat actually hits most of my non-smutty high notes.

…are you most proud of?

I’m proud of all of it. I’m proud of the fact that I’ve written as much as I have, improved as much as I have, that I’m still out here learning and growing. I’m proud of the fact that there is a little bit of my heart even in the easiest requests, and much more so in the personal stories.

I’m less proud and more grateful for the community that I have discovered through fanfic, for the very real friendships and support that extend beyond the stories.

If I have to pick a story tho, I will say I enjoy this one for a lot of reasons: Lucia

#viv answers #writer problems #things ive learned writing fanfiction

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invertedfate · 4 years

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Random Ask Dump - Anniversary Edition (50+ REALLY OLD ASKS!)

Going through OLD AND CRUSTY ASKS to try and chip away at the inbox. HERE WE GOOOO...

That’s an interesting idea, and I could run it by Cake, but I think it would honestly be a LOT to track from a programming perspective. Especially ‘cause killing Sans is gonna result in a “bad ending,” so to speak.

An attempt was made by Undyne to have all three hang out at the same time. Papyrus was SUPER EAGER. ...but one thing led to another and there were many messy explosions of chemicals and lots of smoke. Alphys had to step in before things got out of hand. It was all very daunting for her. Pap and Undyne are VERY LOUD, VERY AMBITIOUS PEOPLE.

I actually have some ideas of some side comics I may do at some point! :o It’s just that right now there’s a lot going on.

I need to poke Carni about that at some point. He’s just been very busy with other projects!

Clearly he’s standing on the “out to lunch” sign.

I wanna say that it’s very possible in theory. :o It probably affects them differently since monsters’ emotional state affects their magic and their physical state.

I do like little easter eggs like that, though I’m not sure where I’d fit it in atm just ‘cause I already showed Pap’s room, haha.

I made the chase theme for Mad Dummy as well as Mad Mew Mew’s battle theme. @pinewsun made the battle theme for Mad Dummy, and @thomasthepencil made the Season Dude battle theme and MD’s overworld theme. :o

That’s a really fascinating conundrum! You’re absolutely right- if IF was a standalone game, then from a writing standpoint, having more subtle implications would make sense! The reason I chose a different approach for IF is because it’s set after Flowey’s already known to be evil and I like to give different POVs rather than stick to just Frisk’s.

That’s an interesting thing, actually- both fights lean heavily on the fourth wall. Both are treated as climaxes for their given routes. It’s funny because Asriel’s fight is a lot more straightforward and less meta by comparison.

I agree! The thing with Papyrus is that he’s extremely powerful- he just doesn’t want to kill. But it’s a deliberate choice not to kill- he’s able to force his attacks to do next to no damage. He’s also pretty darn crafty, as he made the Gauntlet himself. It really is just a case of Undyne’s personal biases and concern for him.

That was a deliberate choice. :O Papyrus is very influential toward Frisk. He is best skeleboi.

Papybot loves you, anon! He just wants to feed you WHOLESOME SPAGHETTI!!!

It is possible to whistle through teeth. ...alternatively, magic. As for the music, Undertale implies that the music is heard! Maybe it’s just... a thing that exists in this world. Or it’s just meant to be a silly meta joke. I try to keep it somewhat ambiguous other than occasional nods to it. Chara’s pants are lighter because I just... felt like it, I guess? Haha. I wanted their feet and pants to stand out more from each other, so they have khaki pants. As for the Undyne fight being animated, well, this ask is old by now, but Sparks was the one who was down for it.

Well, the teaser’s been out for a long time now, but that’s the idea! It’s also why this has been in production for so long. The Determinator has some really over the top attacks (that weren’t even shown in the teaser), and Sparks animated in Photoshop. That’s how hardcore he is.

Shhhhh. Don’t give me ideas. I’m already slacking on Tem Village. :P

Sometimes I do have slumps and burnouts (see Antipode’s lengthy hiatus), but breaks lead to me being refreshed and coming back with even more enthusiasm than before!

Oh, there are a lot of these throughout the comic. For instance...

Flowey appears in a few background shots in the Ruins!

When Sans says “or maybe...” he looks at the empty flower pot. This was one of the earliest bits of foreshadowing about who created Flowey, and nobody noticed it at the time!

The MTT vending machines initially look like this but have helpful items.

And then they look like this, with an angry face and pose- Mad Dummy has possessed them!

As of Part 38, it’s been revealed that he did first meet Asgore as “Santa.” As for whether or not he knows the truth, time will tell. :o

Oh, these are excellent suggestions for calls! I’ll try to keep these in mind.

So, I believe Glyde uses the Mysterious Door motif. Jerry uses the motif in its battle theme- I believe it’s a mix of original motif and Wrong Number song?

Sans is a master of power napping. He probably gets a decent amount of sleep, though.

There are a lot of ways to interpret Pap’s lack of sleep! In IF, he can get by without it, but he also has a lot of reasons to avoid sleeping. Some reasons include productivity but also due to a looooot of heavy baggage. More on that later.

I think sleep can definitely make monsters healthier. Rest = better mental health as well as physical health, and with how important mental and emotional help is for monsters, that’s very important!

They just really like socks. Socks are warm. Socks are slinky. And googly eyes are the best. So they took on the form of a really eccentric sock puppet and sock collector. Scandalous.

It also has Alphys’ motif, as the two are the leaders of the royal guard!

I would say the lack of Asgore as an influence has left Undyne slightly less grounded? Like, she had Toriel and Gerson in her life, but her relationship with Toriel is... definitely not quite as close? Like, Toriel by that point kept people at an arm’s length due to losing multiple children (including one from old age). So, while they were on friendly terms until the aftermath of the DT experiments and the tapes’ release, it was more like mutual respect and a sorta professional relationship with Undyne admiring Toriel and wanting to spare her from more heartache.

That is a really interesting idea. While that didn’t happen, I do need to maybe revisit the grumpy dog at some point or another. He’s still a lil’ salty.

I think in terms of layout it won’t change much, but there will be new/different content for sure. :O

Mad Dummy’s base design is mostly original, but she has a wig + headband from DIO from Jojo Part 3! Fun fact: While MTT has Kamina shades, Papyrus’ goggles are loosely based on Simon from Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann in terms of color. :O

So basically, when Asriel defeated Frisk, he had the power over the timeline to reset it as he pleased- in theory. However, that power was overwhelming for him, and due his lack of understanding OF said power and one last ditch attempt at resisting from Chara, things went wrong.

There is a track that takes some inspiration from Rage Awakened. It’s not released, and it’s not exact, but it won’t be released for a WHILE. Like until the part comes out.

I think it’s just the fact that tacos are so random. Like, my biggest beef in that regard was that OG Underswap had a lot of arbitrary replacements for things in UT and not all of them made sense. Like, if Sans was to make a foreign food, ramen would’ve made more sense due to Alphys being weeb trash, haha.

Okay, so the rough timeline iiiis... Falling: - Cyan - Green - Orange - Blue - Purple - Yellow Dying: - Cyan - Orange - Blue - Purple - Yellow - Green

You know, it’s funny because this ask is super old, but that’s basically sorta what happened. :O It became a beach-themed resort.

Never forget MTT fangirl Temmie’s pool escapades.

I think Forgespring for me because I had to make the tileset myself (it took a few months, I think?), but Aquarius was definitely in the works for a while. But once I had the tileset from Fours, the rooms were very easy to design!

That woulda been pretty rad! Maybe I can find another spot for it one day, haha.

I think for Dohj, I’d have to check with Fours, but I’m certainly not opposed at some point? Right now, the following chars can take questions: - Frisk - Papyrus - Sans - Undyne - Alphys - Napstablook - Mettaton - Asgore - Chara - Flowey

Cyan appears in Part 45! :O No answer about orange for now, tho.

I do have vague ideas for Tem village. I just haven’t had time to go back and do it.

Stay tuned and you may find out! :O

Hmmmm... I had a lot of fun with MTT SPIRAL and the Determinator, tbh. They were both very time consuming, but I love how they came out! Also, buff Jerry.

Turnabout Storm. :)

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It’s a really awesome fan crossover that works way better than it should. :P

None taken! We know that with headcanons, everyone is gonna have their own interpretations. These are just the voices we liked for Fireglobe Production, but everyone has their right to their favored interpretations!

Yeah, Knight Knight is one of the coolest CORE mercs in the original game. It was fun to repurpose them for Inverted Fate as royal guards. :o It made room for unique encounters in the CORE in the form of them robots- as Undyne would rather use machines than other monsters to do her work.

Personally, I see it as an Asriel motif, but I also acknowledge that at one point it WAS gonna be an Asgore motif. Toby has a habit of just using whatever music works for a scene (see sans. at the snail farm.)

I do have a few ideas, though I won’t say for what yet. :o

He’s likely made blueprints for that train. :P

It probably would just have different flavor text/progression!

So basically, I treat the starting motif for BAaTH/Power of NEO is just a “true hero” motif.

MTT is definitely major in IF! As for whether or not he’ll have a hangout, time will tell. There’s definitely more to resolve with him, though.

I’m gonna remake at least a few of the older tracks, including Regret. My goal is just to bring the OST to a similar standard of quality.

So, animated parts coming up: Part 47, Part 49, Part 50. There may be some other parts, but we’re gonna wanna scale things back for a little bit for the sake of all our sanities.

I go with both. ;)

Honestly, probably fairly similar to the bully fight in the Ruins- which is why I ultimately decided not to do one. Both fill similar archetypes, though I think if I did do a battle, I woulda still had Flowey interrupt at the end and scare them off.

It’s a very emotional scene. Far more tragic than her geno death, IMO.

Well, the main goal in that regard is the remasters (Part 9 is in progress). Otherwise, I do think these hiatuses are good for working ahead. I’ve still gotta do more work, though, because my buffer this time around is a lot smaller from the trial-hiatus buffer. Alas!

Honestly, the website is the best thing to happen to IF. It’s allowed us to do so much with the comic’s presentation that would be impossible with imgur. NORIX IS THE BEST...

#inverted fate #ask dump #asks #undertale au #behind the scenes #undyne #frisk #papyrus #asgore #sans #alphys #lore #toriel #fallen humans

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louiserandom · 4 years

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The MadaTobi adventure has been chosen...

AND IT’S SOULMATES EXCAHNGING POWERS WOOOHOOOO (purple and green are the same option i just edited the form like a dumbass)

However, I’ve come to the inevitable conclusion THAT I WANNA WRITE ALL THESE FREAKIN PROMPTS or at least a couple more, so after this CYOA ends, I might just tackle the rest :D Thank you ALL so much for voting! I seriously didn’t expect this much feedback and I’ll do my best to deliver :3 *sends you all hugs, positivity and rays of sunshine during these trying times and hopes that each one of you is safe* Hopefully the story will provide some fun and distraction from the grim anxiety <3

Now, I couldn’t resist writing the first part before Camp Nano started so I’ll be posting the chapter a bit later today once I’m all done with work stuff :3 And as always, a few more notes on the rest of the survey questions~

Thank you for enabling my thotty side. Again ehehehehe

AND OH LOOK AT THESE VOTES FOR THE ADDITIONAL PROMPTS EH

+ Virgin Tobirama knows everything about sex; semi-feral tobirama who spends too much time with his summons; Hate to Love; A+ banter, maybe 1 combined w/ secret relationship; shameless Izuna - oh, 3 of these are definitely gonna be in the story ;)

Now, fair warning: it will be long because my brain made me add this huge plot and Zetsu’s fuckery to the mix which will result in his gruesome elimination from existence sorry for spoilers lmao and because I’m hopeless, expect some bijuu shenanigans as well👀👀👀 Granted, some of the plot points and tropes are going to be revealed in the story; like, Tobirama’s obliviousness level and the exact level of Hashirama’s over-protectiveness will depend on your choices :3 Hope y’all have fun with me!

And below the cut, comment responses <3 I’ve had to group some because I’ve got so little time right now but will hopefully be able to answer every question separately as time goes. Again, THANK YOU all for voting!!!

I would really like both options two and four, any chance? This all sounds incredible I am super excited thank you!

The third option also sounds good

I like Plot II and III too actually as well

I wish I could pick all of the story options ;)

I love your work and am so excited for this! I had so much trouble choosing answers in the poll because everything sounds so good!

Chose option I but strongly hesitated with option II cause it could be so funny.

All of these plots sound so awesome!!! It was super hard to pick one.

Argh! Why is choosing so hard? I want at least one of every option in every combination imaginable. That said, I chose plot 2 for the hilarious potential of put upon Tobirama with a sharingan but plot 1 was a very close contestant. I can't wait to see what you cook up. It's gonna be so great! - oz

DUDES ALL YOUR COMMENTS AND MY OWN EXCITEMENT ABOUT THESE PROMPTS MADE ME WANNA WRITE THEM ALL, FUCK IT!!! I definitely want option 4, it’s peak hilarity, tho I wonder if it would work more as a story proper, not a CYOA (I can think of a few interesting conflicts and choices in that verse tho, so we’ll see). But I do love option 1 as well; option 3 may be a little overdone? But basically, just lemme finish this one, try my best to deliver and then put the rest of the plots to another vote <3

I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND THANK YOU, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!!

p.s. Oz, you’re as always too kind <3

It would be funny if Tobirama was hilariously confident and actually decent at flirting with a flailing Madara but was actually a virgin. Like just completely and utterly shamelessly saying something like, 'yh I'm a virgin so you better make this good. I've got a lot to learn ;)' And of course Madara flails :D

THANK YOU. YES. THIS XD (Tobi would, wouldn’t he. And he very likely will, in this fic ;)

He is the dumbest Bitch alive with Tobi and Hashi running for second place. Bitch should have gotten some Senju dick to calm tf down.

No comments, only applause. You know what’s up

The fandom thanks you for doing God's work ;)

My insecure ass thanks you for your kind words <3

Hurt Tobi to show how protective Madara can be

Bold of you to assume I won’t hurt both of them and have them build each other back up again (lmao ignore my dramatic ass, as I said, nothing but light angst haha. But still some pain because plot said so :o)

Both being stupidly weak when it comes to kids

YEPPPPP YOU’RE READING MY MIND :D CAN’T WAIT TO WRITE THOSE SCENES

CLEARLY. Hashirama, Mito, Touka, and Izuna should all be one giant poly pile. 👀 Also it was impossible for me not to pick the option with Kurama. I love that grumpy asshole fox and I have... So many... Headcanons for him.....

HashiMitoTouIzu poly pile *stares* this... this.... MAYBE NOT IN THIS FIC BUT I WOULD LIKE TO TACKLE THIS IDEA AT SOME POINT LMAO THAT WOULD BE AWESOME :D (will maybe try to write a fic with them for camp nano ehehe)

Also, although ultimately, option 2 was chosen…. I couldn’t resist and added the possibility of Kurama appearing, I love his grumpy ass too much :D (Altho this will depend on the votes👀)

Maybe a child, adopted (kagami) or mpreg

Hmmm, no mpreg, just in this particular fic, but lots of interactions with children ;)

Wasn't he already? ://

ALWAYS

Madara is clearly the dumbest (Hashi is a close second)

YOU SPEAK THE TRUTH DEAR READER, I’M GLAD YOU SEE THE LIGHT

(Personally, I think Hashirama is the dumbest founder lol) But could you maybe make Tobirama and Izuna actually get along? They don’t have to be friends but just no active animosity. Maybe. You obviously don’t have to— would probably love it either way— but ‘tis my request

I may have to write that thesis about Madara’s dumbassery after all lol, be sure that I will convince you

And oh yeah, they definitely get along, don’t worry! Writing Tobirama and Izuna’s friendship warms my heart :3

I love flaily Mads and oblivious Tobes

WHO DOESN’T :D

Madara is not dumb, just a dumbass ^^ Also, bringing in Tobi's sensing is always a YES from me!

Nooooo HE DUMB AND A DUMBASS HOW BOUT THAT XD ehehe oh there’s gonna be a lot of sensing fuckery in the chosen option so I hope you enjoy! :3

At some point please let Mito and Tobirama befriend Kurama 'cause they're all powerful sassy bitches that will bitch slap you into your place and they all put the ultimate smack down on meddling Elders who've teamed up with Zetsu?

Although option 2 has been chosen… Kurama may appear in the story *shifty eyes* AND mf Zetsu lmao I need to kill that bitch. He’ll know pain^-^

Hashirama should be a smiling sociopath a la Symbol of Subjugation style. He knows there's something wrong but, hey, he wants to see his precious all happy :)

Oh, I considered that actually, I adore that fic! But imo it works better with a couple of other plots so I may consider writing him that way for a future CYOA :3

I can already tell that this is gonna be one hell of a ride and I can’t wait!

Hell yeah go forth you funky lil author, you got this :D

Nope nope I have non good luck

Luv ya <3

AHHHHHH YESSS I AM READY

Have fun

Thank you so much guys! <3 I’M EXCITED AS FUCK AND I CANNOT WAIT TO START :D

#THANK YOU ALL FOR VOTING!!!#madatobi #choose your own adventure #fic #lou writes #camp nano april 2020

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joecial-distancing · 4 years

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2019 in review in review:

A few years ago I started tracking yearly goals, books read, movies watched etc in a year, along with overview blurbs, in private posts. End of 2019/beginning of 2020 I was really frazzled/burned out about a lot of stuff and just never finished up making the thing. 8 months later, got the urge to read back what I’d got done, then figured I’d maybe go ahead and see about finishing.

Media tracking below the break. thoughts/blurbs written in 2020 italicized, 2019 not.

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Didn’t do so hot on explicit personal goals, but had a lot of stuff go ok around them this year.

School’s been fine/better than fine.

Job’s probably the biggest failing. Still with same job, haven’t made the firm moves to jump off, dragging my feet too much on exploring stuff w/ Columbia/NASA GISS.

Did not get better with covid, lol

Dating life still non-existent, but I’ve registered on apps, gotten more comfortable with selfies, improved general social life dramatically, been flirted with, updated my wardrobe, and generally started to get comfortable accepting that I’m a hot person.

Somehow got extremely better during covid.

Books

Grant (finished)

We stan a taurus legend

Guy was good at exactly one job, and was fortunate enough to have been in the right place/right time to get to do it.

Mort (discworld)

Definitely best discworld I’ve gotten to so far.

Don Quixote p. II

Really entertaining in a way that part 1 wasn’t; I was shocked how much the meta element landed for me.

Consider the Lobster (DFW collection)

had zero context on who DFW is/was when I read, and still don’t exactly tbh. Wanted to wait for a pause in The Discourse before diving into more of him, but dunno if I’m ever going to get that.

Crime and Punishment (revisited)

Weirdly didn’t get much more out of this than I did the first time I’d read it

Better Than Sex (HST Gonzo papers)

Xerox/widespread fax accessibility opening citizen access to mass media in a manner really reminiscent of what social media would go on to do at a much larger scale. Has a much more deliberate narrative arc than the other gonzo papers collections, also has that excellent HST richard nixon eulogy

The Brothers Karamazov

SPQR

Slouching Towards Bethlehem (Didion collection)

Pet Sematary

Not my favorite King, but not bad

Sourcery (discworld)

still funny/charming, but Mort really made clear/reminded me how much the hapless sadsack Rincewind mold of protagonist wears on me after a while.

The Devil's Teeth

My Year of Rest and Relaxation

Liked it a lot more once I realized it was doing a Fear and Loathing thing.

Homage to Catalonia

This should be the Orwell that gets taught in schools. Make it a followup to All Quiet on the Western Front or something, jeez.

Lyndon Johnson I

Having now finished all of them, this one’s probably the least-interesting but sets up a bunch of important context that the others still then feel the need to retread.

The Razor's Edge

Recommended to me as a “white guy discovers eastern mysticism” book, but also is more interesting in its treatment of that than I’d expected (helps it was written in the 40s).

Cat's Cradle

There’s a part in this where Vonnegut’s making fun of people who try to bond with strangers over being Hoosiers, and my dumbass immediate thought was “ooh, Vonnegut’s a hoosier? Me too!”

Lyndon Johnson II

Robert Caro felt compelled to apologize for spending so much words lionizing Coke Stevens, segregationist opponent to Johnson’s senate run. His goal was pretty clearly to show lbj’s lack of campaign charisma by contrast, definitely definitely overcommitted in his own narrativising.

Libra

I want to go back to this after reading some more De Lillo.

Gravity's Rainbow

This book absolutely kicked my ass

Overstuffed and referential in a specific way that really keeps me hooked in instead of put off. When I learn about some piece of cultural context that I retroactively recognize as being referenced in this, I want to go back and reread the entire thing.

From Caligari to Hitler

Kind of fails both as film criticism and cultural analysis, but absolutely made me want to run for the hills when considering current relationship between mainstream movies and demands of pop culture.

I took a class on Weimar cinema in undergrad that I now realize was probably biting pretty heavily from this and never once referenced it.

Movies

Venom

Movie itself is not as fun as the Tom Hardy hype coverage. PG13 was the absolute worst space to aim for, PG- or R- versions of this could have been a blast.

Harryhauser Argonauts

Was tripping when I put this on, and it was all kinds of fun.

2001: a Space Oddyssey

First time seeing this, all-time classic for a reason!

A Good American (the NSA doc)

Dr. Strangelove

Mel Brooks History of the World p. I

Not my favorite Brooks, best joke was at the beginning.

In Bruges

Had been a while since I saw a proper dark comedy.

Spiderverse

Fukkin awesome!

Visually great, and extremely better than usual superhero stuff for being aimed at PG instead of PG-13.

You Only Live Twice

Highlander (Revisited)

I watched The Old Guard on netflix recently and it mostly just made me wish I was watching Highlander instead, because at least Highlander knows exactly how goofy it is

Moonraker

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Much like The Shining, I though this would have been 100% spoiled for me by cultural osmosis, but turns out it wasn’t, and even the scenes I had seen *totally landed* in-context still.

Kung Fu Hustle

Ichi the Killer

Really gross, really fun

Matrix Reloaded (watched thru highway scene) (Revisited)

The highway scene was not nearly as cool as I remembered it being.

John Wick 3*

Probably dumbest plot of all of them, best choreography. I like how every single fight had its own distinct flavor. “Knife museum fight” “horse fight” “halle berry dogs fight”

Akira

A classic

Pet Sematary * (ugh, bad)

Why can’t john lithgow be in good movies anymore

The Revenant

MCU Spiderman

Fuck this was awful.

MCU Spiderman 2*

Really weird, complete Rorschach Test of a movie: it’d be totally valid to read into this that global warming is Fake News, for instance.

Lmao this was completely awful

Rites

Dredd (non-stallone)

oh hey Lena Headey’s in this

For All Mankind!

Watched in honor of moon landing anniversary

Lion King *

Watched it way too stoned, was like dark side of the moon + wizard of oz except instead it’s a lion king script reading + nature footage edited for lip syncing.

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood *

Many scenes of very long setups for really stupid shaggy dog jokes, which sometimes worked and sometimes didn’t. I do kinda want to rewatch now knowing more about manson, which I knew pretty much nothing about beforehand

Blowout

A good john lithgow movie

also I think I like travolta in things.

Lord of War

A Good cage movie

I like when Eamon Walker shows up in stuff.

Taxi Driver

A classic

Snowpiercer

Watched in a bar with only one speaker working, which is the correct way to watch. Weirder and funnier than I thought it was going to be, which still doesn’t make it good, but,

dbz big green dub

Exorcist III

Brad Dourif just tearing it apart

Deep Red (argento)

Suspiria (1977)

Watched the remake in 2020, which was ok, but nothing tops the Goblin score.

Elf Bowling

Thanks, Gnome

Parasite *

Interesting to me that this one seems poised to hang around people’s good esteem for a while

FMA: B

Rick & Morty

Saw some episodes, generally pretty funny, some misanthropy that’s probably appealing to a certain type of teen al a something like House, but ultimately I don’t totally Get the intensity of discourse about it.

Leterkenny

Mob Psycho 100

One Punch Man

Deadwood

Watchmen

Only watched like half of it. Was playing around with a lot of hefty imagery/thematics, but didn’t really seem ready to rise above playing (tho also I feel like it’s weird on some level to *expect* them to rise above that in the first place)

Music

New Avantasia

HEALTH/ show

lol remember concerts

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard/ show

Just learned about King Gizz in 2019 and got completely obsessed with them. I don’t tend to expand my music selection very readily, and a lot of what I currently *do* know is old/inactive stuff, so it was/is incredibly exciting to have an active group with good momentum just immediately win me over like that.

Mistimed the edibles and ended up with a really good finale and a really long subway ride home.

New Yeasayer

Sad they split up

Steve Wilson Tull remixes

Aqualung’s a good album and the sound mixing’s kinda bad, so I liked this project.

Stonefield

Opened for Gizzard. Really good as studying music

Video Games

Civ VI: Gathering Storm

Hades

Turns out Supergiant’s design proclivities all work *extremely well* on a roguelike

Baba is You

Untitled Goose Game

Cute, if maybe a bit overhyped

finally fucking finished Pillars of Eternity

Had fun with it, but too long, and really dour for how long it is.

Pillars II

Kinda drifted off it eventually, but I do genuinely like that the flavor of the fantasy is colonial era rather than medieval.

There’s a Balancing Bastard Factions element where it’s like the writers are just being smartasses after a while. Having to go extremely out of their way to make siding with colonizers seem like a competitive option.

Pokemon shield

Cuphead

pisses me off, which was a nice outlet when I was stranded by flight cancellations during thanksgiving

Celeste

Also very difficult, but really easy to stay patient with, which is nice.

Disco Elysium

None of the discourse made me want to play this, but people talking about the mechanical stuff it did got me extremely interested. Mostly Delivered IMO.

Breath of the Wild

You can approach the nodes of the main quest in the order you choose, and the second one I chose made ninjas start fucking spawning everywhere when I’m just trying to explore, and there’s no way to make it stop. May go back to it one day.

Podcasts

Relentless Picnic Patreon feed

The treats really helped me start distinguishing individual personalities, compared to the regular eps.

Picnic Discord!

FatT Counterweight

Fun, but also I think Mechs are not my shit.

FatT Spring in Hieron/ end of that particular world

8 months since I’ve last tuned into FatT. ah well.

Law School

He’s in everythiiiing!

You Must Remember This: Manson family

*There’s* the context

Misc.

Kindle train guy

Times Square sleeping guy + kids taking selfies w/ him

toddler singing along after Psycho killer (a, ya, ya ya, ya)

drunk and dragged to a drag show

Central park football family

Soft Steel Drum Subway Busker

Weird old lady going to grand central for oysters

2018 in review (cards):

MySelf (CC)

Self: Tower

Blocked: 10 Cups

Ethereal/subconscious: 8 Swords

Material: 3 Swords

Past: Justice

Future: Page Wands

Attitude: Sun

External: King Swords

Hopes/Fears: 5 Coins

Trajectory: High Priestess

Also Self:

Hierophant

7 Cups

7 Coins

Blind Spot:

(self & others): 5 cups || (others not self): High Priestess

(self not others): Moon || (nobody): 3 Cups

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jaegerists · 4 years

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Tag Game

I was tagged by @dearlevily! Thank you so much for tagging me, <3

RULES: Answer 20 questions, then tag bloggers you want to get to know better.

Name: Rosmeri.

Nickname: Siri, that’s how I’m mostly now in fandom lol. My family calls me Rous or gordita (fatty) I used to be overweight but not anymore, still they call me that tho.

Zodiac: Pisces.

Height: 1.55cm (or 5′)

Languages: Spanish, English.

Nationality: Guatemalan.

Fav season: Winter because summers here are too much.

Fav flower: Sunflower.

Fav scent: Jasmine I guess?

Fav color: Pink, baby blue, green, yellow... all colors.

Fav animal: Cats! but I also love dogs with my whole heart.

Fav fictional character: Eren, he’s the ultimate love of my life.

Coffee, hot tea or hot chocolate: Coffee.

Avg sleep: 7-8 hours I think. I sleep mostly on the mornings tho rip.

Dog or cat person: Both.

No. of blankets: The necessary to be warm. Right now I have two.

Dream trip: Japan.

Blog established: 2009.

Followers: 1069. I never expected to have this many followers tbh.

Random fact: Oh god I’m having a hard time thinking on something, do I have random facts?

So I thought on this longer that I should and came to the conclusion that I don’t have random facts. Thank you.

tagging: @erensjaegerbombs, @lampurple, @prince-rivailles, @kenmai, @perksofbeingawaifu, @thisgirlsays22 and whoever wants to do it!

#tag game #txt.#me

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milomeepit · 5 years

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Diamond In The Rough: Chapter Five

Roman has always wanted better. Has always believed that there’s a better life, a better world, just out of reach. Just beyond the veil of shitty teachers who don’t care, angry classmates that scream insults and slurs at each other all day, and drug-hazed parents who are more concerned with their next hit than looking after their ten year old son.

When he runs away after a particularly bad night at home and finds a quiet little cafe/bookstore tucked away in a back alley of the city, the sweet couple who run the joint (an odd pair; a quiet, gloomy man with a wry sense of humour and a cynical gleam in his eye, and a bouncy man who smiles like sunshine and laughs like a storybook king) help show him that maybe- just maybe- he really can have the life he always dreamed of.

Masterpost (to be added soon!)

Word Count: 2927

Chapter Warnings: Fake names, panic, runaway kid, brief mention of parent neglect, foster care mention

Afternoons began to settle into a comfortable routine. Peter would climb the stairs to the cafe, pick out a book, curl up on a couch on the edge of the dining area, and wait, picking at the frayed hems of his jeans. Patton would eventually come over, mugs of cocoa and a plate of cookies in hand, and would start to read, leaving the afternoon’s lazy trickle of customers to Virgil.

This afternoon, however, as the sun began to dip lower, and closing time approached, Patton paused before turning the page. “Hey, Peter, sweetie, can I ask you something?”

“Mhm?” Peter looked up at Patton, his eyes wide and round and trusting, and gods, they broke his heart a little.

Patton gazed down at him, brushing straggly hair back from his face. “Honey, do you have somewhere to sleep tonight?” He asked.

“Yeah!” Peter replied, a little too quickly for Patton to be convinced.

“Somewhere safe and warm? Inside? With your parents?” Patton pressed on.

Peter pulled away from him, nodding quickly. “Y-yeah! With my mom and dad, they have a- they have a house and stuff!” He insisted.

Patton studied him, his arms wrapped around himself, the hunched shoulders. Those wide eyes, now full of doubt and fear. His chest squeezed painfully as Peter shuffled away, putting a small amount of distance between them. Breathe. Calm down. You’re going to spook him even more, he reminded himself.

“Are you sure about that?” Patton asked softly. “It’s okay if the answer is no, I just want to help you.”

“I... I...” Peter stammered, his hands balling up into fists. His shoulders trembled as he curled in on himself tighter.

Patton reached out towards him, offering a comforting smile. “Peter, are you oka-”

“Don’t!” Peter ducked away from him with a yelp, pushing himself to his feet and sprinting towards the stairs, his tattered sneakers screeching against the smooth wooden floor. In the blink of an eye, he had vanished down the stairwell, the front door slamming shut behind him.

Virgil looked up from the register at the sudden commotion, and Patton saw him mouthing curses as he vaulted over the counter, ripping off his apron and throwing it towards Patton. “I’ll be right back!” He yelled over his shoulder, and then he was gone, too.

Patton leaped up and snatched the apron out of the air, clutching it close to his chest, staring after them as he blinked back the tears pricking at his eyes. He really, really hoped he hadn’t just ruined everything.

Meanwhile, Virgil weaved through groups of people out on the street, searching the crowds for Peter’s messy hair and red jacket. Come on, kid. You can’t have got that far. He turned down one street, then another, his gaze raking over passing people. Past the hotel, along the bike path, around the library.

Damn it.

“Excuse me, have you seen a little boy? About this tall, red jacket, beat-up backpack?”

Nope.

“Hey, have you seen a kid come through here? Kind of looks like Pig-Pen from the Peanuts?”

No luck.

“Hi, sorry to bother you, I’m looking for a boy? Messy hair, grubby face, big green eyes?”

Nothing.

Virgil flopped down onto a park bench, out of breath. His phone buzzed insistently, and he pulled it out of his pocket to see a message from Patton.

Pat <3 [5:23pm]: Heya <333 Any luck? Cutie Pie [5:23pm]: nothing yet. still looking tho Pat <3 [5:24pm]: Okay. Stay safe. I love you! Cutie Pie [5:24pm]: will do xo

Virgil sucked in a deep breath, sticking his phone back in his pocket and rubbing his temples. He had to think. Where would a scared kid go, if they didn’t have somewhere safe to go? Where would a kid hide?

He should be able to figure this out, damn it! He was always the one who ran and hid- ducking under tables, slipping into closets, climbing up trees, squeezing between cars. He was an expert at hiding spots when he was a kid.

Then again, it had always been his dad or Patton who excelled at the finding part. Time after time, Virgil would sit there, waiting for them to rescue him, curled into a ball, his breathing shallow as panic clawed at his chest, squeezing his throat tight until he couldn’t breathe-

Breathe in for four seconds. Hold it for seven seconds. Breathe out for eight seconds. Keep it together.

“If I was a kid, all alone, out in the cold, with the sun setting, where would I hide?” He asked himself aloud.

Alone? Probably somewhere he could keep an eye on who came and went.

Cold? Somewhere protected from snow and wind and rain.

Virgil started walking again, chewing on his bottom lip as he made his way along the path. Streetlamps cast a sickly yellow glow over the park, the shadows dancing as the trees waved in the wind. He had to be missing something. He just had to think.

The path curved around to the left and Virgil followed it. His thoughts felt heavy and thick, like smoke clogging up his brain. Where else could the kid even be?

A metallic creak nearby pulled him from his thoughts. He stepped off the path, ducking through a grove of trees and following the noise. It was darker over here, away from the lights illuminating the walkway, and it took a few seconds for his to adjust.

The old playground. Virgil remembered coming here when he was younger. Perched at the top with Patton, their legs swinging over the edge as they watched people pass by. It didn't get much use nowadays- the city council had built a shiny new playground with colourful metal frames and fancy soft fall rubber flooring.

What was wrong with regular old wood chips? He shook his head. People were so concerned with their kids getting so much as a scratch these days. What was childhood, if not the ultimate opportunity for skinned knees and bumps on the head?

The creak pierced through the air again as the ancient swingset moved in the wind. He moved over to it, examining the tarnished metal links. Somewhere along one of these chains, he'd scratched his and Patton's initials. They were littered all over this playground, really. Scratched onto plastic, carved into wooden beams.

Virgil shook his head. Now isn't the time for a trip down memory lane, he scolded himself. You can bring Patton down here and have a picnic sometime, but you have a mission rig-

A faint sound made his head snap up towards the play equipment. It almost sounded like... a sniffle?

He slowly approached the old playground, following the sound. Please don't be a raccoon, please don't be a raccoon, he begged silently as he bobbed down and peered into the plastic tunnel.

"Go away!" Virgil jerked back, startled by the sudden shriek. "Leave me alone!"

Well, that answered that question.

He settled down onto the ground, a foot or so back from the opening of the tunnel. "Pete, it's me," He said softly.

There was a heavy silence for a few seconds, followed by rustling, and Peter poked his head out of the shadows, eyeing Virgil suspiciously. "... Hi."

"Hey, kid," Virgil replied casually, leaning back on his hands. "Cozy in there?"

Peter shrugged. "I guess. I have a blanket."

"Niiiice. Doesn't sound as luxurious as Patton's reading nook, though."

"Nah. That's, like... a blanket palace."

Virgil chuckled at the dreamy look in Peter's eyes. "It sure is."

Peter flashed him a small, hesitant smile. "I really like your cafe. It's really, really nice."

"Thanks. We've tried really hard to make it nice, so I'm really glad to hear." He shifted, crossing his legs and leaning on his knees. "Mind if I ask why you ditched us in such a hurry?"

Peter shrank back, suddenly looking... almost frightened? Virgil's heart panged at the boy's crossed arms and hunched stance.

"Look, I promise I'm not mad, and you're not in trouble or anything. Me and Patton are just..." Virgil paused, searching for the right word. "... We're worried about you, kid. We wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Why." Peter's voice was flat.

"Because... because we care about you? You're a good kid? Why wouldn't we?" Virgil asked, baffled by the complete lack of emotion in the usually animated child.

"... Really?" Peter blinked, his eyebrows drawn together as he studied Virgil.

"Y... yeah," Virgil affirmed softly.

"Are all the adults around here as nice as you guys?" He shuffled a little closer to the opening of the pipe.

Well, that was telling. "I mean, to be honest? Not all of 'em. But I know some good people." He paused, biting his lip before continuing. "Are your folks not... so nice?"

"They're... okay. They don't really talk to me much."

"I see." Virgil did not, in fact, see.

Peter ducked his head, curling back in on himself. “Sorry. I don’t... it’s okay, I promise.”

Virgil’s chest tightened at Peter’s hunched shoulders. “You know, kid... it’s okay for things to be, you know... not okay.” He reached out, gently touching his arm.

Peter looked up, his wide eyes shining in the darkness. “I...” He trailed off, staring at Virgil.

“Look, it’s pretty cold and nasty out here, and I personally wanna head back to meet up with my husband and go home and have dinner and watch movies.” Virgil smiled. “And if you wanna tag along, you’re totally welcome to, kid.”

Peter moved forwards again, emerging from the tube. He threw himself at Virgil, wrapping his arms around his chest, knocking the slim man onto his back. Virgil let out a grunt as he caught the child, squeezing him a little. “I got you, bud. I got you.”

He let go after a moment, and Virgil released him. The two of them clambered to their feet, exchanged a nod, and then began walking back in the direction of the cafe.

Virgil didn’t pull away when Peter’s small hand took hold of his, tightly gripping onto him like a lifeline. They made their way along the path, hands swinging gently between them. The silence was somewhere between comfortable and suffocating, and Virgil cursed his inability to read social situations. He wasn’t sure what to do, or what to say, but this- the protective urge boiling in his blood, the warmth of Peter’s hand in his- it felt right.

He cleared his throat, glancing up towards the stars. “Hey, do you know any of the constellations, kid?”

Peter looked up at him curiously. “No? That’s, like... stars and stuff, right? And, like... star signs and junk?”

“Yeah, stuff like that. What’s yours?”

“Um... my birthday is in June. June 4th.”

Virgil clicked his tongue as he thought. “I’m pretty sure that’s, like... right in the middle of Gemini. Neat.” He squeezed Peter’s hand gently. “Mine’s Sagittarius- birthday’s in late December.”

Peter wrinkled his nose. “There was a girl in my classes whose birthday is the 28th. She said it sucked, because she only got one set of presents.”

Virgil chuckled. “It’s not so bad. Patton always makes a cake, and we hang out and eat snacks, and that’s more than enough for me.”

Peter nodded, then looked back up towards the sky. “... What other constellations are there up there?” He asked.

Virgil followed his gaze, searching the stars for a shape he recognized. “Uh... oh, right there. Dorado. See it? It’s like a dolphin.” He raised their joined hands to point up at the cluster of stars.

Peter squinted at the sky, then brightened. “Oh, yeah! I can see the tail and body and everything!” He exclaimed.

Virgil grinned and ruffled his hair. “Hell yeah. Great job, Pete!”

The boy hesitated at the praise, his steps faltering to a halt. “Um...” He pulled his hand free, rubbing his free arm nervously.

“What’s up, kid?” Virgil bobbed down to him, raising an eyebrow. “Something on your mind?”

“Um, well, the thing is...” He hesitated, closing his eyes before spitting out in a rush, “My name isn’t actually Peter, I panicked, I’m sorry, my name’s Roman, I’m sorry for lying-!”

“Whoa, whoa!” Virgil held up his hands, eyes wide. “Breathe, princey! Calm down time.” He raised his hand, wanting to draw him into a hug, but knowing all too well how distressing contact could be when one didn’t feel up to it. Neither of them moved for a tense few seconds, and he cleared his throat, letting his hand drop to his side again. “Roman, huh? That’s a pretty cool name. It suits you.”

Roman(?) slowly opened his eyes, peeking up at Virgil from behind his scraggly fringe. “... You’re not mad?” He asked, his voice soft and hesitant in a way that broke Virgil’s heart all over again.

“I promise. Little surprised, maybe, but...” Virgil shook his head. “Not mad. People can be scary. I understand, bud.” He chuckled. “I remember when I was a kid, my teacher thought my name was Oliver for, like, three weeks, because I was too nervous to correct her.”

Roman stared at Virgil, then slowly nodded. “...Okay. Okay.” He reached out, taking Virgil’s hand again.

Virgil gently squeezed his hand as he got back to his feet. “Let’s head home, huh?”

Roman nodded again. “Yeah,” He murmured, a small, shy smile creeping onto his face.

Virgil liked this kid’s smile.

It didn’t take long for them to get back to the cafe. Virgil held open the door for Roman as he scuffed his tattered sneakers clean on the mat, then followed him up the stairs. Roman paused at the top, peering around the banister anxiously.

Virgil followed his gaze to see Patton wiping down an already-clean table, a vacant, worried look on his face as he reset the centerpiece and menus. A quick glance around the cafe confirmed his suspicion that Patton had been stress-cleaning. Books were shuffled around on the shelves, one set of shelves organized by colour, another by height, a third by genre.

“Hey, hon,” He called out, staying with Roman, resting his hand gently on the boy’s shoulder.

Patton jerked at the sound of his voice, whirling around and lighting up as he spotted them. “You’re back!” He flung himself towards Roman, wrapping him up in a tight hug. “Oh, goodness, I was so worried, I thought you’d get hurt, or lost, or-or... I don’t even know! I’m so glad you’re safe, Peter!” He rambled.

Roman squirmed back in his arms, and Patton immediately released him. “Um, R-Roman,” He stammered, clearly a bit overwhelmed by Patton’s response to seeing him.

Patton paused for a beat, blinked, then nodded, the sunshine-bright smile returning to his face. “I’m so happy to see you, Ro- is it okay if I call you Ro? Excellent name, by the way! Sounds like a Prince Charming- ooh, or a brave knight! Don’t you think, Virgil?” As he spoke, he practically dragged Roman and Virgil over to one of the couches, settling them down and throwing a blanket over their legs.

Virgil laughed, catching Patton’s nervous hands as he smoothed out wrinkles in the blanket. “Pat, hon, breathe. It’s okay. I’m fine, Roman’s safe. Come here.” He gently tugged Patton to sit down next to him, putting an arm around his waist and kissing his cheek. “Everybody’s alright.”

Patton blushed, curling up and resting his head on Virgil’s shoulder. “Right, right. Sorry. I guess I got a little carried away,” He giggled awkwardly.

Roman cleared his throat, and Virgil turned his head to look at him. His small hands were clutching fistfuls of the blanket as he spoke, his voice a little shaky. “So... so what happens now? You guys aren’t going to make me go back home, are you?”

Virgil chewed on the inside of his cheek. Of course they didn’t want to send Roman back home if it wasn’t a healthy environment, but what other options did they have? Call the police? Was there a hotline for homeless children? He wrinkled his nose, reflecting on his own experience with the foster care system. That definitely didn’t appeal, either, but there was only so much they could do. It wasn’t like they could just keep him like a stray cat.

“Of course not! You can stay with us as long as you like!” Patton exclaimed. “We’ve got a spare bedroom, and I’m sure we can find some clothes that’ll fit you. That way you’ll have somewhere warm and cozy and nice to stay while we figure things out!”

... Or, they could take in the random runaway child. A small, selfish part of Virgil chimed in agreement with Patton. Roman was a good kid, from what they’d seen. Besides, it wasn’t like they were kidnapping him. Just giving him somewhere to sleep for now; a stable and positive environment during this whole debacle. It couldn’t hurt, riiight?

Roman’s eyes widened. “Rea-really? I can just... stay with you guys?” And with the soft hope shining on his face, there went Virgil’s strength of will for the night.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can’t see a problem with him staying here for now, at least.” Virgil reached over and tousled Roman’s hair. “How about we get home, get some sleep, and then we can look into what to do in the morning?”

“Sounds like a plan!” Patton chirped.

Roman cuddled up to Virgil, wrapping his arms around him and clinging tightly. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” He exclaimed, a bright, crooked-toothed smile lighting up his face.

#TS-Storytime 2019 Submission #milo writes #ditr #gemstone tales #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides

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stainedglassgardens · 4 years

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Watched in April

Queen of Earth Black Christmas Dogs of Chernobyl Firecrackers Les Misérables The Evil Dead The Daughters of Fire (Las hijas del fuego) The Fallen Idol The Wailing (곡성, Gokseong) Inherent Vice Sorrowful Shadow Mistery Lonely The Grand Bizarre Zombieland: Double Tap Waves '98 Uncut Gems The Last Séance Too Late to Die Young (Tarde para morir joven) Room Queen & Slim The Holy Mountain (La montaña sagrada) The Chaser ( 추격자, Chugyeokja) Made in Dagenham The Color of Pomegranates (Նռան գույնը, Nřan guynə) Lost Girls Ghost Town Anthology (Répertoire des villes disparues) And Then There Were None Doctor Sleep Meshes of the Afternoon Circus of Books Catfish Wildling Delphine The Strange Love of Martha Ivers The Red Balloon (Le Ballon rouge) Nona. If They Soak Me, I’ll Burn Them (Nona. Si me mojan, yo los quemo) The Lodge Invisible Man Sans Soleil

Did not finish

Horsehead (Romain Basset, 2014) Sinister (Scott Derrickson, 2012)

Did not like

Sorrowful Shadow (Guy Maddin, 2004) Mistery Lonely (Harmony Korine, 2007) Uncut Gems (Josh and Benny Safdie, 2019) The Last Séance (Laura Kulik, 2018) The Holy Mountain (La montaña sagrada, Alejandro Jodorowsky, 1973) Doctor Sleep (Mike Flanagan, 2019)

Okay

Queen of Earth (Alex Ross Perry, 2015): The way it was filmed reminded me of The Midnight Swim and Always Shine. I watched it because Elisabeth Moss is in it but was rather disappointed in the end -- it was beautifully shot but went nowhere

Black Christmas (Sophia Takal, 2019): Like Assassination Nation, this is a film I'm glad young people today have -- and it was fine, and if there’s anything I’ve got to say about so-called raging feminists it’s that we need more of them, but yeah the ending was disappointing and I felt that I had aged out of the target audience a good number of years ago

The Evil Dead (Sam Raimi, 1981): Finally saw this! Love me a a good campy horror story once in a while

The Wailing (곡성, Gokseong) and The Chaser ( 추격자, Chugyeokja) (Na Hong-jin, 2016 and 2008): A healthy dose of wtf in both of those, I’m still not sure I “correctly” grasped the intended tone. I also just lost all interest in The Chaser when (spoiler) the girl died. What’s the point of that? Are we in Game of Thrones now? I may still be angry about that, actually

Inherent Vice (Paul Thomas Anderson, 2014): I know it’s a good film but it bored me to death. I don’t like stories about men or drugs

Zombieland: Double Tap (Ruben Fleischer, 2019): A sympathetic, slightly disappointing sequel

Waves '98 (Ely Dagher, 2015): I don’t remember much about this short but I did think it was good

Room (Lenny Abrahamson, 2015): I couldn’t watch this as separate from the book, it felt more like a companion film to me than anything else. It was good I think, but I’m definitely not the best judge on this one, because the book was so amazing and I’m still not over it, apparently

And Then There Were None (René Clair, 1945): Was it good? Who knows. They changed the ending and added in a crap love story, so who cares, really

Wildling (Fritz Böhm, 2018): I liked it? I didn’t really see the “feminist themes” in this but it was good

Delphine (Chloé Robichaud, 2019): This is one of those short films that are a little too “slice of life” for me to really enjoy. I can tell it’s good, tho

The Red Balloon (Le Ballon rouge, Albert Lamorisse, 1956): This is apparently a classic short film, and I think I would have enjoyed it a lot had I seen it in 1956. Seeing it today, when everything in it has been used in a hundred thousand other films, made it fall flat a little

Nona. If They Soak Me, I’ll Burn Them (Nona. Si me mojan, yo los quemo, Camila José Donoso, 2019): Watched this because it was directed by a woman! Did not know what to expect at all. The non-linear narration kept me trying to remember if there was something I could possibly have skipped that would have made more sense of it. I think the premise (old woman throws Molotov cocktail at former lover’s car) is better than the finished product, although it is very well-shot and the acting is amazing

Good

Dogs of Chernobyl (Léa Camilleri & Hugo Chesnel, 2020): Short documentary that had me on the verge of tears several times (you can watch it for free on YouTube!)

Les Misérables (Ladj Ly, 2019): It’s hard to talk about films like these. It is very good, very important, I think everyone should watch it. Think a new La Haine

The Daughters of Fire (Las hijas del fuego, Albertina Carri, 2018): Loved the reflection on pornography. The pornography itself was a little more... boring... but I appreciate the intention, and the guts it took to shoot something like this

The Fallen Idol (Carol Reed, 1948): An amazing British classic (adapted from Graham Greene!) that I had somehow never heard of. Great acting, especially considering the main character is a small child

Too Late to Die Young (Tarde para morir joven, Dominga Sotomayor Castillo, 2018): There will be people in this world to say that "uhh nothing happens in this film", a statement to which my reply will be twofold: first, it's beautiful so who cares, and second, how many other films have you seen that take place in a commune in the 1990s in Chile? That's what I thought. Shut up

Made in Dagenham (Nigel Cole, 2010): Films like this and Suffragette, that is, mainstream films about the working classes and political activism, are almost bound to be flawed, but I'm grateful they exist all the same. And how many of those have we seen that are about workers’ unions, with an all-female main cast, and nuanced dialogue about communism and the place of women in the home and of men in feminism? I’m glad that male directors have finally figured out that one of the best ways to avoid showing a one-dimensional idea of women is to have lots of them in one film. And Sally Hawkins! I love her

The Color of Pomegranates (Նռան գույնը, Nřan guynə, Sergei Parajanov, 1969): Another one of those classics I had never heard of (until I got Mubi!). Indescribable, beautiful

Lost Girls (Liz Garbus, 2020): Really liked the speech at the end about the police failing the victims and their families, really liked that the old inspector guy wasn't made to be someone who was on the side of the victims instead of on his own side. Bleak, sobering. When I watched this I didn't know Garbus was the person who directed that Nina Simone documentary, which I also love.Will definitely seek out more Liz Garbus in future

Ghost Town Anthology (Répertoire des villes disparues, Denis Côté, 2019): I watched this not knowing anything about Denis Côté or the film, and I loved the atmosphere even before the supernatural element really kicked in. Films like this and The One I Love or Everything Beautiful is Far Away are my kind of low-key science fiction

Meshes of the Afternoon (Maya Deren and Alexander Hammid, 1943): Aaaand another classic I finally saw! It just warms my heart to see that stuff like this was being made (by a woman!!) in the 1940s

Circus of Books (Rachel Mason, 2019): I saw a headline calling this “the queer Stories We Tell” and I loved Sarah Polley’s documentary and wouldn’t go quite that far but I can see where it’s coming from. A good autobiographical documentary about the complexity of families

Catfish (Henry Joost and Ariel Schulman, 2010): I think everyone going into this today knows what this is going to be about, but let me tell you, it does not reduce the impact

The Strange Love of Martha Ivers (Lewis Milestone, 1946): Barbara Stanwyck and Lizabeth Scott! Murder! Intrigue! Love and sleaze!

The Lodge (Veronika Franz & Severin Fiala, 2019): This was so efficient. It is so well-done, and Riley Keough is amazing as usual. More subtle than Franz and Fiala’s last effort, Goodnight Mommy, and at least as good

Sans Soleil (Chris Marker, 1983): It’s hard not to be disappointed by this after hearing every film bro I’ve ever met describe this as his fave ever. It is... pretty racist and sexist... but yes, very pretty, very nice if you can get past that

Faves

Firecrackers (Jasmin Mozaffari, 2018): Is this a coming-of-age story? Anyway it’s about two working-class teenage girls in small town Canada who are this close to making their dream of leaving for New York, and one of them is fuuuuucked up...

The Grand Bizarre (Jodie Mack, 2018): I think this is what I want from a non-narrative documentary. I’m tired of seeing pretentious Godfrey Reggio knockoffs. This quite simply blew my mind and is one of those very rare films I can see myself rewatching ten times

Queen & Slim (Melina Matsoukas, 2019): I can’t not compare this to Natural Born Killers and Thelma and Louise, both of which I used to love and haven’t seen in a number of years -- but Queen & Slim is quite possibly better than both of those. The tone, the breadth, the acting -- even the soundtrack. It’s a masterpiece

Invisible Man (Leigh Whannell, 2020): This is about a man who creates an invisibility suit. This is also about a woman who is being stalked and abused by a controlling man who just won’t rest until he has completely destroyed her -- but of course, since this is cinema and the woman in question is Elisabeth Moss, she ultimately beats the shit out of him. This was very difficult to watch for me but I’m glad I stuck through

I got Mubi this month! So glad I did. It’s so much better than both Filmstruck (RIP) and Amazon Prime. I like that choices are made for me up to a certain extent -- and those choices often turn out very good, and always interesting. And yes, we’re still in lockdown, I’m still unemployed, hence the number of films watched this month. Hopefully we can get out in May and I’ll end up watching less!

#watched in 2020 #films

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dat-g-man · 5 years

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AI Lance au with Hance

It has a happy ending I promise! Warning for character death(s) and suicide mention.

Here the galra had gotten a paladin in their custody and interrogated them but it didn’t work. The rest of the team rescue him and they are no more closer to beating Voltron but they know the conventional methods work. This leads to new interrogation methods and experiments. They do take time but become ready once Lotor takes over. Once they have success they set a trap for the team and get a paladin. They were aiming for the green paladin as the smartest but ended up with the blue one who jumped in. They are initially displease but see this as a way to test out if there are any differences because of the lion bond.

This new method was inspired by Sendaks notes of the castle. They upload Lances memory into a ship but something goes wrong. He has some awareness and fights back but is ultimately uploaded. He knows they are after his memories and "deletes" them. Eventually they are left with an ai that knows nothing but may yet have it uses. They put all the info of the blue paladin under wraps and utilize this new ai. They give him some new name and corrupt him.

Lotor grows fond of his new "pet" and decides to keep him close instead of using him out in battle. The paladins have info about a new weapon and board the ship with plans on hijacking it. The "ai" senses it and lets Lotor know. Lotor leaves to handle it and tells the ai to remain there and send updates. Ai lance having his core personality get curious and goes to "greet" one of them.

He can see all the paladins on board and follows the yellow one. Something about him pulls (i need to make him a fake name) ai Lance initially he wants to control the weapons and attack Hunk but decides to pop up in front of him. Hunk is startled and amazed to see Lance. He softly utters his name wondering what kind of dream this was. Lance ai responds with a snappy "you don’t tell the enemy your weapon" as he readies the lasers in the area Hunk starts shaking and asks him why he doesn't remember his name. Lance ai get confused and thinks its a ploy to stall for back up but hunk persists and starts shouting as his eyes start shining with unshed tears.

He shoots his lasers but makes them non fatal. Hunk saw them coming but refused to move or even use his bayard/shield. Shortly after the team shows up and pull hunk out. They don't see ai Lance since he went back into the system but was spying on them.

He hears the green one start talking about Lance and realizes he wasn't stalling. Realizing there is more to the story he hacks Hunks helmet/armor and follows them. He needs answers. This encounter has left him with so many possibilities making his core feel infected. Or more like able to acknowledge the infection in his core. Hunk is placed into the healing pods and aiLance remains nearby. He wants to explore the castle but knows all his answers can be found in the yellow one.

Pidge being paranoid ever since the Sendak corruption and Lance disappearance starts her daily routine of running a background scan as she works on her projects. She finds corrupt data in the med bay and goes rushing and calls for back up using the special code meaning possible hostile in med bay and is the first one there. AiLance is distracted looking at Hunk and doesn’t notice the new presence until he hears THAT name again. Pidge knows it’s a trap but cant helps the hurt at seeing Lances image. She shouts at him to get away from Hunk and the ai just tilts his head. Pidge just wants to cry under a blanket because that tilt is such a Lance thing and gets her bayard ready.

She shouts her final warning when he starts speaking. It’s a barely a whisper but she’s not sure if she heard right. His eyebrows furl in confusion as he asks "why do I see you and think four eyed grimlin? Why do I know your number 5? Why do think of games when I see you?!” With every statement he starts getting more frantic until hes shouting "why does the infection in my core feel better when he is near!?" The crew come in as he shouts the last one. All are frozen at what they see. Confused because Lance is an ai, but Coran and Allura know whats happening.

Coran pushes through the pain but will do his best to help out not just a paladin of Voltron but Lance. He is able to calm him down with the promise of Hunk waking up in just a few tocks. The hostility in the air is still there but not as prevalent as it was earlier. Shiro wants to ask him what he remembers but knows that might cause an outburst. Hunk is finally out and after the initial drowsiness goes away sees aiLance walking/floating/idk how he moves to Hunk. Though he know he is not in his body, he reaches out to Hunk. Hunk reaches out to him with those big hands that aiLance somehow knowas are soft and warm. But when they touch all he feels is cold and the rage sets in because he knows he was someone before they made him into what he is now. His ai coloring that were previously shades of light blues and blue eyes turns into shades of purple with red eyes.

He disappears and Pidge can tell with her equipment that the castle is still clean. Meanwhile Allura and Coran are trying to figure out how to tell them that lance wont be coming back to them. Meanwhile Lotor back on the ship is trying to figure out how they took his ai. He thinks the paladins took him and plans on getting him back. He visits the room where his body is frozen. He did it frequently until Haggar reminds him about the obsession that took down his father. AiLance in the meantime is jumping from ship to ship looking at files.

His anger at the galra and druids makes him start his own attacks at his "creators" killing them one by one. Lotor thinking it’s the paladins starts an all out search. Eventually aiLance is back at the ship that created him and appears in front of Lotor. Lotor can tell something is wrong. He tries stalling for time but Lance strikes before he can do anything. He knows he won’t be able to go back into his body now. He knows why the paladins information wasn't complete. Why the loaded pod was inaccessible to him all this time. He shouts those things as he launches his attack on them but is ultimately knocked out by Haggar.

She knew this was bound to happen and made contingency plans. Lotor is placed in their med bay while Haggar decides to fix aiLance knowing how much Lotor liked him. Back in the castle Coran and Allura just straight up tell them that the best they can do is recover Lances body and hope the ai can be locked into a storage device. The crew is heart broken but Hunk is devastated. He knows how much pain aiLance is in. He knows there isn’t much that can be done but refuses to settle. He doesn't just want to recover his boyfriends body, he wants the ship that took him too and the vile beings that did that to him.

Everyone is on board and hopeful. Perhaps if they have the technology that corrupted lance they could reverse the effects. After quick and careful planning they are ready to board but ar shocked at what they see. While the ship is still functional it may as well have been scrap metal. They didn't even need to use the evasive manoeuvres or attack plans they created.

Haggar is in the middle of "fixing" the ai when a druid comes in speaking of Voltron. Knowing what/who they were after she sends one with special orders down to the pod with the body. Allura and Pidge knew Haggar was going to pull some shady shit are glad for their plans. Before boarding the figured out 2 possible places his body would be hidden in and send 2 teams while Hunk and Keith distracted the one in charge.

Their plan works but Haggar was able to make it so that the corruption would eventually delete aoLance. The ship is on its way down now that lance was subdued by Haggar. Hunk is able to upload him into his helmet/armor so they return the ship with both body and ai. They work fast to fix the corruption but don’t think they will be fast enough. AiLance isn’t purple with red eyes anymore, but he isn’t his normal blue. He is just white and his eyes are barely blue.

He doesn't remember much but knows these people are important. His damaged core tells him so. He smiles sweetly at them as his eyes start losing what little color they had. His core knows he can’t touch but he can’t help but reach for the yellow one. Just as their hands get close he disappears into fragments of light.

Pidge buries her head into Keith’s side as he holds her. Shiro holds back his tears as he places his hand on Hunks shoulder. Coran, Allura, and the mice stay at the edges but their grief is no less. Hunk holds his stretched hand out for a few seconds before bringing it up to hold the one at his shoulder. He knows it isn’t Lances, they aren’t as soft yet hold just as much strength. but he just needs to hold a hand to anchor him.

They just want to sleep but know they need to eat. Coran and the mice help them while Allura gives them time. They still need to find out what exactly happened on that ship and their allies have begun to send messages. They all sleep in giant cuddles with Hunk in the middle.

Coran keeps an eye on them while Allura goes through the messages. It seems her fathers wish has come to fruition, but at quite the cost. Somehow all the galra bases scattered throughout the explored universe have been turned into tombs. All galra and galra employed gladiators were found dead. The prisoners claimed the lights turned of and shouts of pain was all they heard for a while. When it became silent, their cells opened up with a trail of lights lead them to the escape pods. The pods were programmed to a liberated planet with varying destinations so as to not overwhelm the resources.

She knows she should be haply that the prisoners are now free but the carnage left in its wake makes her feel hollow. She wants to be glad they are wiped out like they did her people, but she knows they couldn't all be evil and mourns for those they couldn't rescue. Most of all she mourns for Lance, for all the pain he was put through, and for all his corruption made him do. She knows he wouldn’t have done all that but is a victim of circumstances.

She feels guilty for forcing him into the role of paladin as she finally lets her tears out. After their brief period of mourning they go back to work. With the universe free of galra and druid influence they begin reuniting prisoners with their families and rebuilding planets. It’s one of these planets that provides them a gift they thought impossible. Among the prisoners was a being of great power. His planet was destroyed by Zarkon long ago because of their power. In an attempt to "harvest" that power Zarkon ordered all but 2 children to be killed. He would make them do his bidding by threatening the other one until his friend grew tired of such machinations and put an end to it with her life. Now that there was no way to motivate the being so Zarkon had him locked away.

AiLance freed him during his rage but the being sensed him and still senses him. He felt the pain the ai was in and knew he had to aid him upon being free. Though his race was usually prideful, this one just wanted to repay the debt and find a quiet place to live out the rest of his life. Coran freaks out when he sees him remembering Zarkon had one in his army before they were put to sleep. He calls out a warning to Hunk but the being then bows to Hunk. Coran is flabbergasted and Hunk is trying to make the guy get up. The being then asks about Lance and everyone is sadly telling him how he died.

It was too painful to send him back home so they just kept his frozen body with the far off hope of healing him someday. He looks at them confused and tells them that although the pain had lessened he still senses it in Lance. They are confused until he points to Hunk. Hunk had taken to carrying the device that held lance when the got out of the ship. They also used a marriage ceremony they found at a flea market since they knew their job was dangerous but couldn't wait until they got back home. It was place holder for when they could get back home and have their wedding with their family and friends present. Turns out that ceremony was from his culture and a very powerful and selective one at that.

It only works on couples that are completely devoted to each other. Very few of the couplings that try the ceremony end up receiving the blessing granted making them doubt each other and separate. The ceremony bonded a couple so that no matter what separated them, they would always be connected. That’s why Lance despite dispelling into lights was still hovering around Hunk. The device that held him only amplified Lances presence and the fact that his body was frozen makes it possible to bring Lance back.

The being warned them this never happened before or attempted, but they were willing to try. It works and Lance is brought back. He was in a coma state for some time before he was able to stay awake long enough to understand what was happening.

He has to learn to walk again but is so happy to be back with the team. They give him this sense of peace he hasn't had in a while. He also pushes back the memories from his time as an ai. He knows he did bad things, the memories are there, but he doesn't want them to know the details. HunK and Pidge are the most clingy with Coran being a mother hen. Keith and Shiro are like a mix of body guards that spoil him and give reminders for his recovery. Allura though knows he needs to talk to someone.

She knows he isn't ready but left him the offer of talking to her if things get to be too much. The mice can always be found showing him tricks or napping with him. After a particularly bad nightmare Lance wanders the halls. He bumps into Shiro who just came out of the training room and go for some space coco. Lance doesn't intend to start talking but seeing Shiro so calm he starts aasking how? How do you live with yourself after everything you've done? Shiro looks at him to collect his thoughts before answering.

He knows their situations despite being similar are different. He knows he did some things but it was all to survive and one day earn redemption. To live on to make sure others don’t suffer as he did and to look around because while he did some things, he has brought so much good. He is not saying that is an excuse to pardon his actions, but he understands where lance is coming from. Lance ultimately starts crying and Shiro just holds him until he falls asleep.

Hunk is at the door with his own tears. He knew Lance needed to share and wished Lance would share with him, but knew he needed support from another survivor. Shiro hands him off to Hunk as they both walk back to the big cuddle pile in the common area where Pidge and Keith are awake. They have a half empty tray of snacks that Coran made them. Allura turned some music on for them and the mice are resting on Pidges hair and shoulders. One little brave one is sleeping on Keith's shoulder.

Seeing Hunk come in with Lance they start turning everything off and going back to the cuddles. They put Lance in the middle with Pidge and Hunk at his sides. Keith and Shiro are on the outsides a little far away but no less attentive To Lance. Keith has his knife and bayard at the ready while shiro sleeps in an uncomfortable position that is easily to go into attacking. They all sleep and for once Lance wakes up before them. He wakes up feeling to hot and then sees why.

During their entire time together everyone had been hovering and close yet kept some space to not over crowd him. Now after his little breakthrough they need to show Lance they know and don’t care. They just miss him that much and he can see it in how they sleep so close to him. He feels the love and just starts crying and everyone starts waking up panicked at his tears and just group hug him when he starts thanking them for saving him and staying with him even after everything. They just hug it out and tell him how he is such a vital part. They can't stand up for long without a leg and just want him to be happy. They know it wont be that fast or easy but they are all there for him.

They fall asleep like that when Allura comes in to check on them. She looks at them fondly as she covers them in blankets. They accidentally sleep in but they needed the down time. Lance starts communicating more with Shiro and Allura and starts feeling more like himself. Hunk and Pidge are great supports and Keith surprises them. He can tell when lance needs some space and just hauls him off to Blue. He hops in and they both go to some nice part of the planet they're on and just silently take in the view. It comforts Lance to be near Blue and with Keith there he feels comfortable enough to let his guard down.

He is also touched at Keith going with him in is lion as that speaks of trust in his skills to pilot for the both of them. They come back to the castle mellow and filled with soft smiles. With time and his support Lance is better. His isn't the same boy from Cuba, but he isn't much of a boy anymore. He is happy for the person he has become and the people his surrounded with.

Though the galra have been defeated they still have planets to help. With Shiro and Lance they are able to help the prisoners from gladiator rings and Keith helps other half galras come into their heritage. Hunk and Pidge are setting up communication hubs so they can keep in touch with the newly freed planets while Coran and Allura are making the connection with diplomatic visits. They are all happy to move on and can't wait to tell their family back home their adventures. They also have a wedding to look forward to.

The end.

#vld #hance #ailance au #complete outline #has a bit of angst

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jiminies-ahmee · 6 years

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CAR RIDES WITH BF!BTS

SEOKJIN

seokjin is the type to play power ballads in the car

maybe a bit of beyonce bc, y'all know our seokjinnie is diva

and at the traffic lights ppl will literally be able to HEAR the both of you busting your lungs singing

and you’ll have synchronised dance moves all down-packed to all the songs

but seokjin isn’t one for EXTREMELY late night drives, bc he likes his beauty sleep

however, he is definitely into fast food drive thrus

he’ll make those iconic ‘hmmm’ and ‘wahhh’ noises and soon, it’ll rub off on you too

it might be a good idea to let seokjin drive at all times bc you’ll be laughing way too hard at his attempts at jokes

OMG

YOU’D LAUGH SO HARD WHEN ITS RAINING AND SEOKJIN’S FORCED TO TURN THE WINDSHIELD WIPERS ON

it’d be silent in the car for a few moments

and then you’d break into a laugh

and then seokjin would laugh

and it’d just be a mess

y'all would be a mess

a hot ass, diva mess

YOONGI

oh it wouldn’t be silent all the time

but sometimes it would be

bc either you were having a nap

or yoongi was having a nap

and he napped in the backseat

it would warm your heart to hear his soft snores bc YES FINALLY your baby is getting his much-deserved sleep

yoongi would always wake up to the smell of food tho, bc you knew he’d be hungry when he woke up

and that sorta rubbed off on him

when you would wake up in the passenger seat after dozing off, yoongi would have brought you your absolute favourite foods

and even tho you didnt know it, yoongi had really gone out of his way to get it for you - just to see you smile

bc he had quite literally gone off course and done a u-turn just to get the food for ya

he a sweetie, not a meanie

and there’d sometimes be some RNB or trap music playing in the background

but it was almost always piano instrumentals

bc even tho he wouldnt admit it to you, that instrument truly was his first love

but it helped him find you <3

NAMJOON

now car time for namjoonie is inspiration time

actually no, all the time is inspiration time

when you’re behind the wheel, you’ll literally be having a convo with joon and he’d just be like ‘ooh’ or ‘yes’ out of nowhere

and you glance at him and he’s got his nose in his notebook, quickly scribbling lyrics in his secret book

(it isn’t secret to you tho bc he’s shared all the lyrics he’s ever written with you)

and then he’d realise he quite literally cut you off, so he’ll look up at you and apologise profusely

“i did it again, didn’t i?” “it’s okay joonie, you can take the man out of the studio but you can’t take the studio of the man”

he’d do that shy giggle he does with his hand over his mouth when you say that

but other times, when namjoon’s the one behind the wheel - mind you this does not happen regularly bc you aren't afraid to admit that you fear for you life when namjoon is the one driving

he’d play all of those amazing and beautiful songs he recommends through twitter and when he’d give you the aux cord

oh boy

“this song is so good! quick, tweet it, y/n!” “who sings this? this is littttttt”

y’all will just be singing in the strangest of tones but there’ll always be that one, heavenly moment when you’ll cut it out and literally harmonise by ACCIDENT

and joon will just stare at you and you’ll stare at him before realising

“JOON THE LIGHT’S GREEN, MOVE, OH MY GOD!”

HOSEOK

i think you already know where this is going

hoseok does not sit still in the car unless he is tired

and that is a rare event

he’s always groovin’ and moovin’

even if you accidentally switch the station to some random one that’s playing ethnic music

he’s poppin’ and lockin’ and no one can stop him someone stop me

but anyways, hoseok is the one who ultimately brought you out of your shell

his dancing and his aura of pure happiness has been passed onto you and so you’re always dancing in the car too

and you two are the type to take videos of it (obv the person in passenger seat is taking the video, don't snapchat and drive peeps xx) and post them to twitter and instagram and all that jazz

car time with hobi is forever and always a fun time

but honey, let’s not forget that as well as dancing and spitting fire, this sunshine can SING

if a ballad comes on, oh boy, you better make sure that seatbelt real tight or you’re going to fly out the window

he literally leaves you speechless sometimes with his vocals

and you don't tell him, but you always manage to record him when he's singing in the car

and you save them for when he’s away on tour that way you can keep hobi in your pocket and keep him close

JIMIN

this lil mochi, my peachy boy, is the dude that’ll look cool af in the car

even if you two are on your way late at night to get something to eat

you're out there wearing no paints, socks and slides and one of jimin’s shirts that are oversized for even him

whilst ya boy is out there wearing sweatpants and a random tee but still looking fine af

#thepowerofparkjimin

and you’d complain about it sometimes bc he’d want to go into the place to eat and you’re like

???? “do you see what i look like park jimin?”

and he’d be like “yes, you look ethereal, now let’s go”

he’d always hold your hand in the car

and when he needed to use two hands on the wheel he’d literally grab onto your hard -0.4 seconds after his hand was free

whenever you two would go driving together you’d always let jimin drive bc you knew he liked it and he didn’t get to do much of it during other times

omg you’d try to be sly and snap a few pics of him bc goddamn, but he’d realise and pull the silliest faces just to make you laugh

“yah, stop taking pictures, what are you? my personal paparazzi?” he’d tease

song wise, i feel like it’s either really soft music with jimin or like…. hardcore suggestive music

with soft music he’d be holding your hand and sing along quietly

but with the suggestive music well…. he’d just wriggle his eyebrows at you and smirk bc HA ITS SO FUNNY ISNT IT

“should i change the song, y/n? but i like it :(“

TAEHYUNG

oooft this boy

he’ll call you up randomly at the most ungodly of hours asking if you wanted to go for a drive

you’d always say yes bc why would you say no???

and so he’d pick you up and the two of you would just drive around the city

soft jazz music in the background bc taehyung has pretty cool and eccentric taste

and he’d just hum along

which would quite literally put you to sleep sometimes

and tae would just giggle bc wow you're so cute

but at other times - like when the rest of the world is awake - it’d be lively music

bc tae needs to wake up and so do you

it’d be so funny bc tae would play english songs and he wouldnt know some of the words

and he’d just start blabbering sounds that he thought sounded similar enough to the actual lyrics

(if this aint me with kpop tho)

and he’d just be such a great person to be in the car with

sometimes it’d be quiet between the two of you bc just being with one another was enough

or sometimes the two of you would just be laughing so hard at a story tae was telling

or sometimes it’d be a bit of a deep, emotional convo about the past or things that tae or even you just need to get off your chests

and you loved each and every one of those moments

bc tae made everything fun

even if you were both bawling your eyes out in a parking lot after getting a little carried away with your deep chats, he’d fail at cracking a joke and you’d both be a giggling, crying mess

but tae still thought you were the prettiest thing, so don't you worry a bit xx

JUNGKOOK

alright this boy

sometimes the two of you would spend more time arguing over who got to drive than actually sitting in the damn car

usually it’d be settled with an arm wrestle or whoever simply got to the driver’s seat first

you both have a few bumps and bruises bc of the second scenario

it’d be funny sometimes to watch kook drive tho bc he’d get a little rusty after tour and he’d just sit there in the driver’s seat completely zoned out

“kookie, you have to switch the ignition on, buddy. we’re losing daylight here.”

but the both of you would have this set playlist and set songs where the both of you would have individual parts

like you’d do duets together in the car

sometimes rap, sometimes pop, sometimes ballads

but y’all put your all in each and every song and the both of you would sometimes make it a competition to see who could sing better

jungkook would sing songs trot style lmao

and sometimes you’ll be out of breath by the time you reach your destination

but it’s all good

you’d also spend a lot of time in the parking lots of fast food restaurants bc foooooddd

and you’d always scold jungkook bc he’d always buy too much food but still manage to scoff it all down

“jeon jungkook, how the hell are we going to eat all of this?”

lol within 10 minutes the food’s all gone sis, you both scoffed it all

“i told you you’d eat it all”

roasting each other all the time

and then having to cheer up a butthurt jungkook bc he took it to heart just a lil bit

“jungkook, i’m joking”

oh and sometimes you’d grab his hand while he was driving and he’d get all startled

and you’d laugh at him

but he’d just grip onto your hand tighter till it hurt a little

“ow!”

“oh sorry, i just forget how strong i am sometimes”

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markstrom · 6 years

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The Canucks are Attractive 101

by @markstrom, @feistyteee, @tomiath, @nhlmarkstrom, @huttsybobuttsy, @pyatts, @baercheese

This is the ultimate guide for anyone who ever said the Canucks are not attractive. Say goodbye to the world as you know it.

First of all: Swedes. We all know it, Sweden somehow produces the best looking people on this planet and the Canucks have some of them.

1. Jacob Markstrom

Our starting goalie is 6′6 and no one can look at him without melting away. His voice and his sweet Swedish accent is the cutest thing you’ll ever hear. Also: eyebrows. Also: eyes. The curved nose needs a shoutout cause it’s adorable. His face is just a masterpiece of art and anyone who doubts this has, well, no idea of art. We also love to mention his tattoos because damn.

2. Anders Nilsson

Only a fool might think one Swedish goalie is enough. Meet Anders Nilsson, another 6′6 goalie from Sweden. He’s the absolute purest sweetheart, as you can spot a pride flag on both his masks. To represent his gay friends, he says. His hair/beard color combo is different but it works. So. Damn. Well. Plus: the freckles, we love them dearly. Our Swedish goalies support each other at all times, goalie controversy? We don’t know her.

3. Alexander Edler

He looks like Alexander Skarsgård but on skates. Another sweet Swedish blondie who is also the sweetest dad. His hair always looks on point and he does indeed have a nice tan in his pic. Probably best dressed Canuck, his fashion is on fire. What a man.

4. Loui Eriksson

A man also known as The Poodle. His fluffy and curly hair make you want to touch it. His look is sometimes very weird and intimidating and some people might think of Louis Vuitton when hearing his name but remember, this kind of fur is completely Canucks branded.

5-6. Henrik and Daniel Sedin

These are our leading Swedish fish and they do look the same. Some people might say they aren’t really pretty, but hey if you’re into gingers, we got two identical ones for you. We aim to please.

Next: the team dads (Disclaimer: this does not mean they actually have kids). We got plenty of them and they’re mostly cute and obviously good with kids – or still single.

7. Sam Gagner

Sam Gagner aka Gags is a really smiley. GAGNER WITH SCRUFF IS ICONIC. Also smirk smirk smirk. He likes to wear an all white mouthguard that makes his teeth look weird during the game but that’s okay because he needs to protect his perfect smile at all costs! Bonus: He looks so comforting like you can trust him with your life.

8. Brandon Sutter

His sarcasm is A+ comedy. He also looks like he could play the role of a guy everyone falls in love with on The Young and the Restless. He’s just very pretty, hair is soft, light scrub and eyebrows are 👏🏼. His eyes are pretty and they are very kind. Also that little smile/smirk is giving me all kinds of feelings ngl.

9. Christopher Tanev

He most definitely looks better with teeth than without. Tanev is the protective type of guy, he takes pucks to the face for you but mostly for Marky, literally. Long hair don’t care. The soft, dark brown of his eyes can tell that he couldn’t hurt a fly. Bet he takes the ladies out on good dates too.

10. Michael del Zotto

“Michael Del Zotto does wedding photoshoot, does not actually get married”

“New Vancouver Canucks defenceman Michael Del Zotto was named one of our nation's 25 Most Eligible Bachelors”

“Just showed up, plugged in his iPod without anybody asking, just plugged it in”

Michael del Zotto, more commonly known as DJ MDZ has Italian heritage as you might realize in his name. He’s got curls curls curls. Simple, overall goof who often thinks too highly of himself. Further he’s the absolute kind and friendly standard Canadian.

11. Erik Gudbranson

YOU CANT TELL ME HE DOES NOT LOOK LIKE HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE ON THE GQ COVER!!! Certified male model Erik Gudbranson. God definitely was in a very good mood when he gave him his face. His nose is straight and thin, it just makes you want to tap on it. His smile is very comforting and so is his look. His eyebrows are a statement. This guy knows for sure what a hairstyle is. His sense of fashion is straight out of a fashion magazine. The scrub is just the whipped cream on top, his face is artwork.

12. Markus Granlund

Looks quiet and serious but has a great sense of humor and arguably some of the best Instagram posts. He’s from Finland so if you want a Finnish player we have all ages. He’s got pretty green eyes.

13. Alex Biega

Alex Biega is a cute family man. Great with kids, nice, cute smile, rosy cheeks, nice nose. Con: he has no hair, but you don’t see that when he’s wearing a helmet.

Next up: our young guns! They are all handsome af and just overall lovable. They’re fast and speedy and some of them are thicc af. Save the best for last, our personal favorites.

14. Ben Hutton

1. If you’re ever feeling down, watch a hutton video, he’s happy 24/7 and knows how to have fun. 2. He’s always smiling and his smile can brighten a room. 3. Those dance moves tho. Who knew a “Barbie girl” lip sync could be so hot.

15. Darren Archibald

He is a wall, he is badass and that makes him so ass. His skin looks very soft and his beard does actually look good, not like Guddys. HIS BEARD IS PERFECT. His eyebrows are straight up goals and look at the dark, kind brown of his eyes. Beautiful.

16. Bo Horvat

Bo’s face is chiseled like a god. He carries his dog because he doesn’t want to make him walk. He love to go to the beach with his dog but he doesn’t let him swim because he’s “more of a sinker”. His nose is very cute and his body is damn well trained you can just look at him forever. Bo has very soft short hair and he is often amused by Brock’s non-existant smile.

17. Brendan Gaunce

Baby face Brendan Gaunce has the hairstyle of a guy from elementary school. His lips are so red at all times it’s inhuman. He looks very innocent but it feels like he’s not. He’s just kind of there, no one really knows how or why. Kind of looks like a little baby deer.

18. Tyler Motte

Fact: There are no good pics of him in the inter webs. Tyler “Applesauce” Motte kinda looks like a college kid from a frat. He’s a very fast skater and his penalty killing is absolutely sexie.

19. Nic Dowd

Dowdy is just overall an incredibly handsome guy. That hair line and the wavy fluff, can you see it? Beautiful. The cheek bones? Beautiful. He could work as a male model if he wanted but fortunately he plays hockey to bless us with his beautiful face.

20. Troy Stecher

Stechy has straight up the most adorable dog on this planet. Let’s be real if anyone says Phoebe isn’t their favorite Canuck they’re lying. Kind of an underrated defence man so not a lot of people fully appreciate him. He’s like that rough and tough hockey player that’s also very adorable. His voice is simply great.

21. Brendan Leipsic

Where do we start here? First of all he calls his dog his son and it’s very adorable. Also his curls. CURLS. They match his face so well and they are absolutely adorable. His lips have a perfect shape and look so soft. Generally his face looks just super soft and kind. Also, have you ever noticed his fashion sense? Definitely one of the best dressed guys on the team. He’s also very aggressive on the ice and he hustles and works very well with our favorite d-man Derrick Pouliot. His nickname is delicious country gravy because he works so well with the chicken strip.

22. Brock Boeser

Here we go, it’s time for Prince Charming! The hockey community on here already knows how great he is and look I even found a rare footage of his shiny smile. Whenever he smiles he helps the global warming because his smile melts icebergs. Awesome. He always chews on his mouthguard rather than use it and his mom doesn’t like that. Oh, he also went to prom with a girl who has down syndrome and that’s really the type of guy he is. His flow is legendary and often his hair look like actual gold. He leaked his hair routine and apparently he just uses Head and Shoulders shampoo.

23. Nikolay Goldobin

Goldy is the most adorable Russian puppy you can find anywhere in the NHL. His hair are super fluffy and he doesn’t know how to wear a hat but that only makes him look even more adorable. His nose is so small and round it’s absolute gold! Don’t even get me started on his eyebrows because they are flawless! He got the most innocent and sweet smile out there, he always seems happy. You want to squeeze his cheeks and generally just hug him. It seems like he gives nice hugs.

24. Sven Bärtschi

@baercheese is here to confess her love: “My cute little Swiss boy ♥ my forever favourite & definitely underrated in the looks department & as a hockey player. His nose might not be straight but it’s still cute (I will fight you if you disagree) and his hair is always slicked back to perfection👌🏻 If you haven’t heard him talk you need to because he has a sight accent and it’s my favourite thing in the entire world 😍 He’s also a known dog lover & has a dog named Bear (named after himself basically), what’s not to love?”

25. Derrick Pouliot

Derrick Pouliot, also commonly known as Poulet, chicken strip and super strip is our cutest chubby teddy defenseman and we all know it. He grew up in the middle of nowhere in Saskatchewan and not a lot of people got to appreciate his beauty so far. His hair are the pure fluff and make you just want to run your hands through it. His face looks so soft, his eyes are warm and you just want to squeeze his cheeks ngl. Listen to his voice once and you never want to listen to something else ever again. He is not really tall and his hockey gear looks kind of too big for him, the others love to pat his head. Sometimes his hair get a little curly and it’s just the cutest thing ever. Just by looking at him you can tell that he gives the best and softest hugs ever and he makes you feel comfortable at all times. He is really silent and not outgoing, he needs a lot of time to feel comfortable with new people but that’s totally okay. He’s super cute with kids and just overall totally lovely and kind. A real Canadian.

26. Jake Virtanen

Jake Virtanen is the ultimate snack. He’s half Canadian, half Finnish and 100% babe. The man can skate. Fast. Right into my heart. To quote the great philosopher of our time, Taylor Swift, he’s so gorgeous, it actually hurts. He has the cutest dance moves and the most precious smile. When he does that little slanted smile, I swoon, you swoon, we swoon. Bonus: When he works hard his face turns red and it’s adorable lmao.

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oveliagirlhaditright · 3 years

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Chapter Two of my Winx Club story:)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29434017/chapters/83442574

Chapter Two

Aisha's PoV

Aisha had always thought that magic, if it did exist, should find a way to co-exist with technology. Even though she had an affinity for water—and thus sometimes she and technology did not mix at all—she did still felt this way.

Perhaps it was because she'd thought when she was young, that she had some magic over water when it came out of the pipes. After all, if one had their hands under something and water ran over them, a child would think it was their limbs that were creating the substance, wouldn't they?

Aisha was having these kinds of thoughts while she was in class right now… as she dreamed that she could actually make something of her life. Aisha wanted to do something both practical and dreamy, so she could always make ends meet, but also not want to die in a career that she hated.

And, of course… it would be when she thought she was maybe finding her answer, about what field she should go into, that one of the rooms nearby would burst into flame, so that she and everyone else would have to swiftly evacuate their classroom!

Aisha did just that, making sure to aid any student who might have fallen in their distress to get out of the building.

It was then that she saw him, as they all got to the designated meeting place the school had set up, in case there was ever a fire there.

He looked to Aisha what a prince might have, in some alternate universe. Because he looked well-put-together, which was what made Aisha think of a royal or nobleman, but he was also rocking dreadlocks and an MP3 player playing loud rock music; and thos parts were what made Aisha think he could have been royal in an alternate universe. Not this one.

He was also certainly attractive. And Aisha was smitten, despite herself.

And the man must have seen that Aisha hadn’t quite made it across the street yet, because he linked Aisha's arm with his own and pulled her as far away from the fire as she could be in this meeting location.

And yes, Aisha thought she may have just been falling in love.

Aisha and the man parted ways for a little bit, so Aisha could go to her teacher doing roll call, but he found her again a little while later.

And then somehow and some way, he asked the questions of Aisha’s dreams! "Do you want to start a business with me?" And this made Aisha do a double-take, because she probably did... but how would he have guessed that, and why was he singling her out in particular But more importantly: "You ask someone that right after a fire?!"

"I saw you went back to help the others in this disaster. And if that doesn’t speak of your character, I don’t know what does. So, what do you say? I’m Nabu, by the way.”

And, dangit. Nabu was smiling at Aisha now—far too prettily, while he seemed to be thanking her for having a good heart—and there was really only one thing she could say to this, wasn’t there?

Since fate had finally seemed to find a way to make her dreams come true, when she was so indecisive.

Aisha stuck her hand out and shook Nabu’s, grinning herself now. “Sure. Why not? Let’s give it a go!”

Musa's PoV

Musa had always known that music could have a powerful effect on people. She had grown up watching Phantom of the Opera, after all, so such a belief had been instilled in her at a young age. Though she didn't go as far as to think music could necessarily hypnotize someone like that musical said, she did think that music could be one of the most seductive things out there, and so much more.

Like right now, when Musa was working at the grocery store, she knew that the slow jazz being played was to entice buyers to slow down and relax so they'd want to buy more. And while Musa hated that manipulative marketing strategy, she still had to respect that someone had figured that all out...

And that was even the real reason as to why she worked at "Gobble Up Groceries". Aside from the fact she needed the money, she was hoping she could figure out the reverse of that, almost: the type of music one could play in a store, so they wouldn't lose all of their hard-earned cash—but that the companies wouldn't realize was too different from their normal music they played here, and that Musa had played them—but still bought just enough so the shops could stay in business. Because, at the end of the day, Musa was nothing but someone who cared deeply about people.

And it was when she was doing more research on this subject, that she saw the crash site on the TV. It seemed a train had escaped its track, and caught fire! Two people had survived forensics was finding out, but they had disappeared into the ether right afterwards.

And if that wasn’t just spooky to Musa. She also had a thing for ghost stories, murder mysteries (though she was praying this wasn’t one of those), and anything like that. And there was a part of her that wanted to go to where this disaster had happened—not too far from her home, surprisingly enough—and see if she could figure this all out for herself.

Musa thought that maybe she could commune with the dead via her music, too, and that maybe some phantoms out there might be able to tell her what happened to the two missing survivors, this way.

After all… if ghosts would talk to people over a Ouija board, how much moreso might they be drawn into someone singing for them, since music was the ultimate kind of sublime communication that had been invented by the gods?

“Musa,” Brandon, Musa’s co-worker, spoke to Musa now, with an accusing lilt in his voice, but it was all in good fun. “You look like you’re about to jump into the Mystery Machine and do some investigating, Scooby-Doo style. And if you’re going to do that… mind if I go with you? You know I love danger, too, and I want to make sure you stay safe.”

And bless Brandon right now. He was trying to fix the bottom tray of her cash register—that held all the money, of course—that had gotten wopperjawed lately.

And it was that, more than anything else—that he was a good friend—that had Musa agreeing with him, since she didn’t need his protection or anything like that. “If you want to,” Musa beamed at him. “We could probably convince Vanessa to let us go nos, since it’s Christmas Eve and I don’t think anyone else is coming in tonight.”

Sure enough, Vanessa was an angel and did just that—and she made both of them promise to enjoy their Christmas more than they worried about the store these few Holiday days, before she bid them adieu.

Tecna’s PoV

Tecna, like her name made her sound (and her parents must have been psychic to call such a thing, she thought now), loved technology more than anything.

At the young age of eight, she’d been able to hack into government databases, just for fun, and had then been recruited by the CIA when she turned eighteen: the states had been willing to let bygones be bygones, as long as she worked for them. And she had, of course, in not seeing another way out then.

Though Tecna had left them a year ago, when she was twenty-one. And there were days that she certainly thought that the agency might try to burn her or kill her, in thinking she was too much of a threat.

But for now… they seemed content to let her be, since she was the best of the best and would freelance for them sometimes, when they really needed her once more.

What Tecna really cared about, though, was Global Warming. And trying to get the world to go green, so they might serve the Earth.

Tecna wished that she could just tell the U.S. to trust her when it came to this, since she had saved their lives numerous times and would with this, too, if they just listened.

But she knew that such a thing would be impossible, of course.

Sometimes, Tecna hated the need for secrecy so very much.

So, even though it wasn’t her cup of tea, she was trying to see if she could find a way design more efficient solar-powered windmills, here in her studio.

Tecna was currently on the phone with her boyfriend Timmy, who was telling her what sort of outfit she’d need to wear if she wanted to schmooze at this event with him tonight, to try to make her voice heard.

And… she was somewhat a contradictory person… because while she knew she was pretty and could clean up well—and would look more than fine, in this slinky dark blue dress, bordering on black—sometimes she wished that she… wasn’t this smart: that she wasn’t who she was, since the world didn’t think that “nerdy” and “lovely” went hand-in-hand.

And sometimes, Tecna wondered if she wouldn’t have been happier, if she hadn’t been born with such a big brain, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Was there?

“Anyway, Timmy,” Tecna joked now. “We’d better find a way to save this world, before fairies from the woodlands kill us all for destroying their homes—and for what we’ve done to the planet as a whole—like I read about in that children’s book when I was young.”

#winx club #au #alternate universe #fanfiction #updating and growing #mine #my work #shanna writes

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taylorfiction · 6 years

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Caring.

So at the beginning of this i was in a good mood and ThEn i started listening to slower, maybe sadder songs and it got all mushy.. i prefer the ending to the beginning tho.

This was a requested thing x enjoy :)

I woke up to an empty bed, Joe’s side left bare and cold, empty. My mind wondered as I puzzled about what he was up to and where he was. Had he gone to buy something from the store? Was he making breakfast? Coffee? Had he run away? Did he get an urgent call? Every possibility ran through my head as I stared longingly at the indentation that he had left in the bed. I noticed his jeans still hung over the side of the chair and his shirt still strewn across the floor from the night before when we had only just stopped ourselves from getting distracted from the work we were meant to be doing, painting the walls to be precise. I smiled at the memory of his lips on mine and his hands in my hair.

I turned my head to the bathroom as I heard a noise seep from under the door. That’s where he was. I wondered why I hadn’t thought of that as the bathroom light was so obvious to me now, escaping under the small gap, giving a little light into the almost dark room, the only other light coming through the curtains.

I heard that same noise again.

My mind swirled as I wondered what he was doing in there, it seemed like he had been in there for some time, what was wrong? I peeled the comforter from my legs, letting the chill morning air bite at my bare legs, I wandered over to the bathroom door, knocking gently while asking, ‘Hey, babe? You okay in there?’ concern laced through my voice as I heard the noise again then an extremely croaky reply, ‘Yep’ he said before the noise was emitted again. He was most certainly not okay.

I knew he wouldn’t have locked the door so I pressed on the handle gently and pushed open the bathroom door. The scene in front of me made my heart wrench. He was sat on the floor, the pearly white toilet in front of him, contrasting with his unhappy face. He was pale and there was a small sheen on his forehead, I could see him shivering slightly as his bare chest was exposed to the cold. He had a glass of water sat next to him and Mere was perched behind him, watching everything but not moving.

From the sour scent in the air and the green tint to his cheeks I could tell he had thrown up and I knew he was about to get up and say something like, ‘I’m fine,’ or ‘Don’t worry about me,’ but instead he leaned his head over the toilet and vomited into it. The noise finally made sense.

‘Oh Joe,’ I said quietly as he leaned back and looked at me once more. I took a step towards him and let my knees hit the floor so I was in front of him at his height, I cupped his cheek with my hand and smiled softly at him, ‘why didn’t you wake me up?’ I picked a long strand of hair and moved it out his eyes, my man needed a haircut, ‘You look so serene when you’re sleeping and I didn’t want to disturb that.’ He shrugged at me, his voice sounding like sandpaper, rough and worn out.

‘Joe, you were throwing up, I don’t care if I look serene, wake me up so I can take care of you.’ He looked down at the glass of water sat next to him, picking it up and taking a sip before placing it back in exactly the same place. I kissed him on the cheek before standing up again, making my way to the cupboard where I kept all the remedies. ‘So why are you vomiting everywhere?’ I asked him jokily, opening the cupboard doors, ‘one, I’m not puking everywhere and two, I think the chicken I made yesterday for my lunch, while you were out, wasn’t cooked properly…’ he grimaced at me as he clutched his stomach in pain. Food Poisoning. Great.

‘So, I can’t actually give you anything for that, but we’re just gonna have to wait until you stop puking,’ he groaned as I finished, leaning his forehead on the side of the toilet and shutting his eyes trying to block out the agony in his stomach. ‘I promise to try and make it go away’ I continued, grasping his hand which lay on his knee, kissing his knuckle tenderly.

It was over an hour before we were finally certain that his stomach had settled and he wasn’t going to vomit all over the house if he exited the bathroom, which he hadn’t done since 7 am this morning and it was now almost 11. I made Joe lie in bed, I brought him up everything he needed, I texted his manager about how he had food poisoning so may not be up and running again for a few days, but most importantly, I looked after him, I looked after him like he had looked after me all this time. I looked after him like I should. I looked after him by not letting him leave the comfort of our bed, he needed rest even if I had to force it on him.

I sat next to him on the bed, brainstorming lyrics, my eyes shut and my laptop open in front of me while Joe listened to all the strange sounds coming out of my mouth, a smile painted on his face as I experimented with all the thoughts appearing in my head

It was 1pm before I brought him a up a piece of toast, knowing it was the safest thing for him to eat and crossing my fingers hoping we wouldn’t see it again later. The look on his face when I entered the room was one of pure joy and it made my stomach flip and my heart burst seeing his smile as I sat, sinking down next to him. I knew that seconds before I entered he was probably grimacing in pain, his stomach feeling like it was throwing rocks at his insides, I knew he was probably clutching at it, as he had been doing all day, trying to will the pain away.

I handed him the plate with the toast on, to him it was the highlight of his day and it made him so happy to be able to eat something. He placed the plate in his lap, when he looked back up he smiled at me, the pain still evident in his eyes but I knew he wanted to be happy for me, ‘C’mere’ he said as he motioned for me to come closer, he enveloped his arms around me, embracing me in his comforting warmth, ‘I would kiss you, but I don’t want to put you through that,’ he joked lightly before leaning back again.

I clambered over his comforter covered legs to get to the other side of the bed, crawling over the mattress and almost toppling over as he lifted his legs up, purposefully trying to push me over, we both laughed as I wobbled but ultimately stayed upright, I wriggled into the space next to him and found the TV buttons on my bedside table, I turned to him, offering the remote to him, ‘D’you wanna watch something?’ I smiled at him before shuffling closer, manoeuvring myself into his embrace. ‘Friends?’ he asked, I loved how he always knew what I was thinking, always knew where my mind was wandering, I smiled up at him, an unofficial yes passing between us. I continued to look up at him as he was focused on the TV my heart fluttered as I noticed the way his hair was perfectly placed even when he was ill, even when he wasn’t 100% he still looked it.

I saw my favourite TV show characters appear on the screen, but I wasn’t focused on them, I focused on the poorly man lying next to me, focused on the small laugh that he hiccupped. Directing my attention to losing myself in my thoughts. I remembered that time when I had been ill, I think it was the flu, I was a mess, lounging on the sofa all day, tissues and blankets surrounding me and a warm drink always within reaching distance. I remembered how Joe had run back and forth to get things for me, making me feel better, making me smile and laugh and feel less ill.

I leaned my head against his shoulder and he kissed the crown of it, even now, when he was sick and stuck in bed he was still protecting me, kissing away all my doubts and my second guesses. I could feel my eyes droop as we were enraptured by each other’s warmth, as we lay there, arms entwined, the TV playing re-runs of a show we both loved.

Taylor didn’t know this when she slept soundly on her lover’s shoulder, she didn’t know this as her breathing steadied and her eyelids fluttered, she didn’t acknowledge this as her mind ran wild with fairy-tales of her and Joe evading all the people trying to tear them from the sky, from their castle, from their kingdom. She didn’t know that Joe’s head rested on hers, his thoughts mimicking hers and his chest rising and falling in a regular pattern, the idea of sleep tempting him also.

It was almost as If their presence was curing, when they lay in each other’s arms all their problems seemed so far away, the illness ravaging Joe’s insides seemed to have disappeared, he forgot his pain and his worries when he had her in his embrace. Looking in at the scene, the smiles were visible on both of their faces as they lay beneath the comforter on their bed, they were where they should be, where they wanted to be.

The episodes of ‘Friends’ continued to play, not caring that no one was watching anymore, reminding the silent room that it was still there. There was a half-eaten piece of toast still left on the side table next to Joe, his attention had changed from the food he was able to eat to the girl curled up in his arms, to the one he loved.

They lay there until the paws of a cat wandering across their legs awoke them, they lay there until the soft ‘meow’ and the tickle of fur broke them out of their slumber. They didn’t know how much time had passed, but they knew that they needed it. They needed that time to relax and to take care of each other and that’s what made him different, them different, he knew she needed a break from her life sometimes and she knew that he wouldn’t let her revert to the life she once lived. He wouldn’t let her lose herself, or break apart or forget to live. He wouldn’t let her focus only on others when she was also important.

He made her feel important and he made sure she knew that she was.

#taylor and joe fanfiction #taylor and joe #taylor swift #joe alwyn #requested #caring

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radramblog · 3 years

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CUPPA TEA

Tea is one of those things you have very different perspectives on depending on your upbringing- both who raised you and where they did it. It’s a beverage that has a long history, ultimately soaked in the both the richness of history and the blood of colonialism.

Aussies drink it because the brits brought it over when they decided to run the place. Which as a result means I have some opinions about it.

I’m pretty sure I only drink tea because my mum drinks it. White tea, no sugar, in the afternoon. Not a morning thing in this household, that typically being the domain of coffee. Mum tends to drink a warm cuppa with lunch, a habit that didn’t fully stick with me until my own caffeine addiction started to brew in my late teens.

And then I started drinking coffee in the morning as well because it was faster to make than tea and I felt like I needed the warmth/kick before studying for end-of-high-school exams.

I don’t think my observations about tea are particularly interesting, probably nothing not said before. It’s a good warm drink, and I think having an alternative to coffee (and to hot chocolate) is for the best. I’ve got a few notes here about varieties, though, so I’m just going to spill those and move on with my life.

I have genuinely never understood people liking Earl Grey. It just tastes like shit. Every other black variant- every <commonwealth country> <breakfast/afternoon> is miles and miles better. Earl Gray tastes like it’s been brewed for too long 100% of the time and I just don’t get it. I don’t know who this Earl is, but it seems like he’s as shit as most nobility tends to be.

On the other hand, peppermint tea was basically my crack for a while. Literally, just, I was obsessed with mint things, and this is that, but different, and warm. And also it’s apparently good for concentration (?) so mum would bring me mugs while I was studying. I did, however, see a kinda-friend order a pot of it at a pub, and that felt like such a fucking pretentious thing to do that it put me off it for a bit, genuinely. In retrospect, that is probably a not-unreasonable thing to do in the early afternoon.

What else do we have, Chamomile? As somewhat of an insomniac, I’ve tried basically anything to put my ass to sleep easier, and as pleasant as the subtle flavours of so-called sleepytime are, they don’t fuckin work for me. Maybe it works better for other folks?

I think the sheer invasion of boba/bubble tea into public consciousness is kind of astonishing. On the other hand, I can see how it got so widespread so quickly. Lots of weirdos already drink tea cold, we have a whole thing called iced tea after all. And I think it has largely spread into countries that already drink tea in some form- originating in the east Asian countries known for green tea consumption, through to “western” cultures that still drink tea like here in Australia. I’m not certain how widespread it is in the USA, but they already have places where “sweet tea” is a thing- and I don’t want to know how much sugar is in that considering it’s sweet enough to earn that moniker in America, so I imagine BBT wasn’t that much of a stretch. It’s somewhat of a guilty pleasure for me, because I know how bad it is for you, and I know there probably isn’t that much actual tea buried beyond that sugar, but it tastes pretty fuckin good tho.

In conclusion, tea is nice and cool and probably the one upside of colonialism. Said the white guy. If you don’t drink tea then this was probably astonishingly boring to you. Maybe it was anyway. And if you do think that’s the case, then you can fuck off thank you I only allow positive criticism bye bitch

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