#I needed to share them here and what better day to do so than 28th march!!!

[lardedallwithsweetflowers]

Int.  Where did you meet Jeremy, and when? Sinéad.  Well, we met while I was doing London Assurance and he was doing Godspell. Int.  Oh, I see. Sinéad.  Because the Wyndham's Theatre and the Albery Theatre — there was one stage door for the two theatres and I met him at... Int.  At the stage door. Sinéad.  Well, not quite, I used to see him at the stage door, this tall figure, but I actually met him at a dinner party given by a mutual friend of ours... and it was instant. Int.  Ooh, one of those, eh? Sinéad.  [Laughing] One of those. Int.  He was splendid in Godspell, wasn't he? Sinéad.  [Excitedly] Oh, yes, he was wonderful! But unfortunately I met him... we started walking out together before I had seen the show, because I was doing London Assurance, so I couldn't... but one matinee — I would have been able to see three quarters of a matinee, so I decided to go without telling him. I was very worried about this visit to the theatre because I thought... say I discover he is a terrible actor, say I discover he is reeeaally, I mean, without possibility or hope as an actor — what will I do? Would that change my attitude to him? So I went to the theatre and I sat in the stalls, and I was sitting in an isle seat and I don’t know if you remember but John the Baptist, which was the character that Jeremy played, used to have this wonderfully dramatic entrance from the back of the theatre down the isle. So I was sitting crouched very small in my seat and I heard the back doors of the auditorium open, then the sound of a shofar horn being blown — I thought very weedily indeed, I though ‘that’s not very good’. Then I heard this voice and I thought ‘who’s that?’, I said ‘that can’t be Jeremy’, and this voice — it was a very nice voice, a very plesant voice, but it didn’t have any of Jeremy’s qualities and I thought ‘oh dear, the personality of the man doesn’t relate at all to his stage personality’, and as he went by I looked up and it wasn’t him at all. He was stuck in a traffic jam in Stratton and that was the only performance he missed in the entire time he played the show.

— Sinéad Cusack, from ‘Bob Holness’ Celebrity Interview’. Bob Holness’ 1987 interviews with both Sinéad and Jeremy are available at this link (x).

[roo-bastmoon]

BTS TUTORIAL: Tickets to Concerts

UPDATES NOW IN ORANGE BELOW!

So you wanna see BTS in person? Who doesn’t! That would be so dope.

Let’s chat about it.

Whew, okay, as a toddler ARMY, I worry I’m biting off more than I can chew with this one, because I’ve never been to a BTS concert. But since friends have been giving me good advice about trying for tickets to Yoongi’s tour, I will take a crack at it, share what I have heard, just in case it’s helpful.

So far, the only BTS-related concert we know of for 2023 is Suga’s Solo Tour.

In order to buy tickets, you have to jump through several hoops:

First, you better have an active ARMY membership. Deadline for that (for this concert) is past but you should still get one anyway.

Next, you will have had to apply for ARMY PRESALE. You gotta do this on both Weverse—which will give you a confirmation code/QR—and then you gotta do it again on Ticketmaster.

DO NOT FORGET TO PUT YOUR ARMY MEMBERSHIP ID NUMBER INTO TICKETMASTER.

This will allow you to ENTER INTO A LOTTERY to try for tickets.

IF you win this lottery, you will get an email on the evening of Tuesday, February 28th giving you a special login code for tickets during ARMY presale.

ARMY presale goes live on March 1st at 3pm your local venue’s time.

Research your venue ahead of time so you know the seating arrangement and tiers, in case you have preferences about where you sit.

I have no idea which seats are “good” seats for a stadium (some have a single stage set up at one end, some have ramps or multi mini-stages in the middle). I hear that standing by the front or barricade is really loud and intense so know your limits.

UPDATE:

Go ahead and log in to your Ticketmaster account now and put in TWO debit or credit cards (or gift cards). One as your primary; one as your backup in case something goes wonky. Save that info in your PAYMENT OPTIONS so you won't waste time plugging in numbers the day you want to buy.

On the day of the ticket sale, get onto the site at least ten minutes before the tickets are released, then refresh the page no more than 10 seconds before the release time to improve your chances of getting to the front of the queue. For example, if tickets go on sale at 3pm on a Wednesday, hop on the Ticketmaster site at 2:50pm, then refresh the page 10 seconds before 1pm.

You will then be entered into a queue along with a max of another 2,000 people. There could be 200,000 other people ahead of you, but YOUR cohort of 2,000 will be automatically queued and you can do nothing but wait for your turn.

DO. NOT. REFRESH. ONCE. IN. QUEUE. You will lose your place.

Stay in queue, deep breaths, and wait for your turn, then let the Hunger Games begin.

You want to take a few seconds to pick your seats, then check out IMMEDIATELY.

Note: if you are not handicapped, please leave seats marked WC (wheelchair) and the ones next to them (for companions) to those who truly need them.

You can only purchase up to 4 seats per lottery code, unless as a group you get an agent and try to purchase a box ahead of Presale, but those cost thousands of dollars and there is a waiting list and I have no idea how you actually get that done.

If by some miracle there are tickets left over from ARMY’s special presale, the following day opens to general presale. Then tickets go on sale to the public the day after that. (But we all know they are gonna sell out completely in minutes, and then after that there will be online trading and mark ups and whatnot.)

For step-by-step info, checkout Ticketmaster’s post here:

If you got tickets, the next thing you’ll want to do is book travel and accommodations immediately because mark-ups will skyrocket. Look for safe and well-rated hotels, motels, Airbnb, etc., in walking distance if possible.

Things to consider:

Can you take a bus or train to the area to save on airfare? How are you going to eat? Food at the venue will cost a lot but taste cheap. How are you getting to the venue if everyone is competing for cabs? Do you have a safe and non-obvious place to hide your cash on your person?

These are logistics you’ll want to play out thoroughly before your concert (Roo says, having never been to a popular music concert because she’s a giant musical theater nerd who only goes to the symphony—but this is what my older ARMY friends tell me.)

If you’re part of a community with fellow ARMY traveling to your concert site, it’s always a good idea to meet up and travel together (strength in numbers). Also check the rules of your venue to see if you need to use a clear plastic bag or if cell phones are not allowed, that sort of thing.

A lot of times ARMY are kind enough to bring freebies and giveaways, like stickers or crafts and such. Sorry to “Mom” you guys, but, please think twice before eating or drinking anything that a stranger hands you. If it comes it original brand packaging, cool. Otherwise, maybe don’t risk it. Not that ARMY has a history of poisoning or drugging people but, ya know, stranger danger.

Finally, it’s cool to bring posters and banners and things to hold up during certain moments in the concert when cameras pan to that—but please don’t block others’ views behind you. ARMY are supposed to be considerate and polite. Tickets and travel are expensive; don't ruin others' experiences.

Folks also say that you’ll likely experience a post-concert “high” and then a “drop.” So maybe have some self-care on hand. Make sure you have ways to hydrate. Bring some Kleenex and throat lozenges. Have a soothing playlist at the ready for when you try to sleep that night. Enjoy every ounce of it and then build in some time to decompress. Plan something fun to look forward to soon after.

This is now the extent of my knowledge when it comes to preparing for concerts.

I’m gonna try for tickets for Newark on the 29th but it’s my first time ever doing anything of the sort, so I’m prepared for the likelihood I won’t get one of the 16,000 seats available that one night. If that’s the case, I will try not to be too disappointed—I figure it’ll help me save on travel and accommodations in case Jimin ever decides to tour on this side of the world.

In any case, should you ever find yourself trying to go to a BTS concert, please share tips and tricks and have a good time.

May the odds be ever in your favor.

DISCLAIMER:

I am a Dope Old Person and have been ARMY since January 2022. So I still have a lot to learn.

I’m making mini-tutorials for people like me who are comfy with technology but totally new to voting, streaming, and buying Kpop stuff.

If you know of better, more up-to-date information, please comment or DM me so I can make sure I’m not spreading misinfo. Please be polite; we are on the same team!

Feel free to apply whatever you learn here to other BTS members and other artists; I’m Jimin-biased so I am focused on helping Jimin at this moment in time, but I’m OT7 so rest assured I’ll put my shoulder to the wheel for all our members!

[dadfuckerfest]

Look what we found in Dad’s journal!

Weird.

Anyway, the Man writes like Yoda, but here is what we figured out:

1. What the fuck is a “Dadfucker Fest”?

It’s a weekend dedicated to the “fucking” part of Dadfucking.

2. How can someone contribute to this most wonderful and noble cause?

Give us porn! Remember, Dad wasn’t exactly a monk, and Dean gave him everything he’s ever had. All you have to do is write (or draw or edit) some dadsex and mention @dadfuckerfest and/or tag #dadfuckerfest (mentions are preferred, for consistency and notifications). We’ll reblog it to this page to share with your fellow dadfuckers and to save for posterity!

3. Wait, is it just John/Dean? What about [other canon/original character]?

Characters and ships other than John/Dean are most welcome! However, your work still has to be about J/D to some degree. This means threesomes, gangbangs, third-party POVs, role-play, J/D by-proxy, unrequited fantasies are a-okay. You can find some examples here. If you’re still unsure if something is allowed, feel free to ask for clarification. (Though to be honest, we’re not very picky over here.)

4.When is this dadsex going down?

When is it not going down?! Feel free to start working on your daddycestuous fic/art and sharing it as soon as you like. However, works will be reblogged to this blog on Friday, July 28th through Sunday, July 30th.

5. What’s with the day-by-day break-down?

Think of the day-by-day break-down as our reblog calendar, to help us categorize your works. Or if you like, think of them as very optional, not-at-all-serious “themes.” They are as follows: * Friday July 28th: (Pre-)Canon — i.e. the m/m J/D of our main timeline. * Saturday July 29th: Alternate Universe/Curses/Other Weird Shit— incl. genderswaps, John survives AUs, no-supernatural AUs, fuck-or-die, possession, Huntercorp, time-travel, monsterfucking, omega!verse, prequel AU, whatever your sicko heart desires! * Sunday July 30th: Kink — what it says on the tin: give us some kinky shit. As you can tell, the line between canon and AU is very blurry, and J/D can be kinky in any world. So don’t worry too much about sticking to themes – chances are, your work will fit in at least one of these days.

6. What about prompts?

Flip over to pg. 10 for instruction, and pg.11 for the list.

7. I don’t like any of the prompts and I want to freeball and/or rawdog it.

We see what you did there! Submissions need not be in response to a prompt. This is your chance to finish (or start!) some wips, to distill a story idea to its sexy essence without worrying about plot or worldbuilding, to turn a DFF ask into a little scene, etc. etc. Once again, as long as it’s J/D and porny we will take it!

More lore under the cut!

8. What is the desired porn-to-plot ratio?

As long as there is (a little, a hint of) fucking, we’ll take it! If you feel like you need plot to make your story work better/more enjoyable for *you*, please inject as much as you’d like.

9. How long should a fic submission be?

As long as tickles your pickle! You probably won’t get a lot of fucking done under 500 words, but feel free to prove us wrong.

10. I want you to reblog my stuff but this event name is very cringe and I don’t want to mention it.

A. Fuck you! B. You can notify us in other ways of your desire to share your filthy disgusting porn (e.g. dms, mention us in a reply, carrier pigeon, etc.)

11. John/Dean is so very sexy, but I’m shy and I don’t want to post on main. (This is NOT Jensen Ackles, by the way.)

They are the sexiest! You can post your work anonymously on ao3 and send us a link. You can also create a new tumblr account using a new email address and use that to share your wonderful daddycestuous creations. (If need be, we can also discuss email submissions).

12. Can my fic/art be used for another event?

Sure! As long as it hasn’t been published before.

13. Is non-con allowed?

Yes, but please give some heads-up in the tags or in the beginning of the fic.

14. Is under-age allowed?

See above.

15. I really want to participate but the timing doesn’t work for me.

No worries! a) Remember, you have two weeks from today to post whatever your heart desires. b) The point of this event is that it’s low stakes and there isn’t a lot of prep work required, which means theoretically we can have more than one round! If enough people want to participate again, we can definitely have a repeat later this summer/in the fall, etc. (Also, we always take late submissions!)

16. Who is the fucker behind the curtain?

Hi, it’s @egipci! Please feel free to send me any questions here or on my main blog!

17. We haven’t talked before/we don’t follow each other/I don’t like you. Can I still participate?

(Un)lucky for you, I love J/D about 1000x more than you don’t like me. As long as I can reblog your work to this blog, I will!

18. Your graphics suck! Our eyes are bleeding! Are you making this shit on a toaster?

Actually, I’m making it on an DIY busted-up Walkman-cum-toaster. If you got some better nerd instruments and you want to put them to good use, hit me up!

[mintytoastypoetry]

1

the low frosty air

sirens, echo throughout the streets

the crisp winter air

01/05/21

2

morning it is so

testing our minds growing old

magnificent frost

01/07/21

3

silence as it is

brightly as the sun and moon

our love is glowing

01/08/21

4

dinkydoo is that

hilarious and foolish

small but amazing

01/09/21

5

brethren and sun

community and united

forevermore so

01/10/21

6

long ago with pain

leaves and trees among them stay

my mind pleasantly

01/11/21

7

horizons anew

through and through to do and adapt

for the changing plans

01/12/21

8

warmer than normal

no sustenance today

thus was my fun day

01/13/21

9

productivity

projects and more to do so

comes always a cost

01/14/21

10

endings and more there

it is only another

beginning for all

01/15/21

11

woke up a bit late

introspective mind of young

today is and was

01/16/21

12

this will be a mark

upon our decades of life

fill the memories

01/17/21

13

so contemplating

is the mids of old and young

future and past gone

01/18/21

14

sad thoughts for no reason

characteristic unhelped

no avail unfixed

01/19/21

15

celebration none

is one for me and good luck

pray new creation

01/20/21

16

power and greed someone

we all see the results of it

newly oppressed old

01/21/21

17

news and sociality

stressful and tenuously

restoration needs

01/22/21

18

relax and chill more

this was the new motto today

saturday forever

01/23/21

19

these days for burning

are just the mode of younger

years and tears alike

01/24/21

20

with strength and vigor

we decide we know better

we ignore love ignore facts

01/25/21

(81 days later)

101

oh how I miss my dog

as sad as it is it must be

I have moved on now

April 11th 2021

102

days of spring oh yes

lovely twenty four of such

seventy till next

April 12th 2021

103

withdrawl from there

is the best thing we can do

honestly, come on

April 13th 2021

104

dangerous gov bill

I am sorry but not so

it is not helpful

April 14th 2021

105

nothing e’ver changes

we’re part of a silent

crowd nothing changes

April 15th 2021

106

quiet and quite still

are the tenets of each skill

dormant inside you

April 16th 2021

107

national haiku

poetry day how fitting

quite amazing wow

April 17th 2021

108

chris cuomo what

you just, no words to say

I just have no words

April 18th 2021

109

if you think violence

is okay only for you

you a hypocrite

April 19th 2021

110

anniversary

wow, such wow today indeed

i hate it sorry

April 20th 2021

111

seriously none

nothing ever tends to change

we the silent crowd

April 21st 2021

112

happy earth today

even though we continue

allow it perish

April 22nd 2021

113

thirty five days of

spring hallelujah, praise Him

please summer come fast

April 23rd 2021

114

like pond and sky there

we do reflect, you and I

farther clouds and stars

April 24th 2021

115

you promised you’d love

me that far, the lies, deceit

you’ve told burrows deep

April 25th 2021

116

my soul is left cold

all my memories we share

all my pain to bear

April 26th 2021

117

you and then my heart,

enjoy and find pleasure in

breaking it apart

April 27th 2021

118

mask mania ugh

i understand and now we

should all by now know

April 28th 2021

119

stabbing someone is

not something someone does as

an innocent gal

April 29th 2021

120

banning menthol cigs

much wow, so effective just

as prohibition

April 30th 2021

121

Someone in my car

sleeping called the police here

now its all good now

May 1st 2021

122

fifty days until

the real summer begins yay

much the yay and wow

May 2nd 2021

123

happy one two three

not going to lie kinda

funny, much laughs ha

May 3rd 2021

124

may the fourth be with

gina corano, she did

nothing wrong at all

May 4th 2021

125

if you want vaccine

take vaccine, only if you

know the valid effects

May 5th 2021

126

making humanity

a multi-planet species

quite a feat to take

May 6th 2021

127

spring oh spring go now

thank you so much for being mild

but now its time, warmth

May 7th 2021

128

what in heck china

get better grip on your thing

foolish mistake dudes

May 8th 2021

129

happy mothers day

and to all mothers as well

wish you the best luck

May 9th 2021

130

confederate lost

happy day of defeat yay

victory to union!

May 10th 2021

131

eat what you want day?

well, if this isnt the day

like, this a good day

May 11th 2021

132

no neil tyson, lol

that is not why people arent

getting it, nope nope

May 12th 2021

133

well its about time

ugh cdc, of course now

welp, bye bye gas lol

May 13th 2021

134

oh great still nothing

nothing changing nothing at

all, great yay whohoo

May 14th 2021

135

yes, finally the

stores are doing it thank god

now I cant wait now

May 15th 2021

136

<redacted>

May 16th 2021

137

cannot wait for it

summer just around that little

corner, oh yes oh

May 17th 2021

[lt-catbolt]

Lieutenant's Log October 28th, 2023

I'm not sure what happened to the previous owner of this journal. The great city of Gamedev that they speak of is nowhere in sight, but the towers of Animation loom over me like great clouds. Surely a city could not have fallen and risen within a day? This must have belonged to a great General indeed; or perhaps this is merely the doings of those creatures called Fate, tossing me memoirs of great heroes who have succumbed to Procrasination even as I now feel its sting.

Perhaps the matching date is a lie, a trick of Fate. Yes, I think that must be it.

Even so, I feel compelled to share my struggles with these fragile leatherbound pages. Today's conquest was a grave one, and it seems unfit to leave the many fallen unhonoured.

The day started out so simple. Our men and women were better rested than ever before, a blessing of which we were quite undeserving, but for which I will nevertheless praise our Guide. We tackled the task at hand with little delay, only the small towns of Breakfast and the siren-song of Dance Break luring us momentarily astray. We tore through the kingdom of Animation with little mercy, but it tore back with equal vehemence.

At noon we found many of our soldiers dead and wounded, and the remnant suffering heavily from exhaustion despite our earlier rest. We drew back, regrouped, and permitted a brief amble through the lands of Secret Life as we regained our strength. A cheery song carried through our ranks as we returned to battle, targeting the structural Towers of Title Cards in the hopes of removing the kingdom's fundamental defences.

We had barely completed this mission when a great Dread fell upon my warriors, the Silence creeping through our ranks like an invisible mist and striking down soldiers one after the other. My warriors attempted to blast it back with the cannons of Music, but it merely served to overshadow my orders and drown out the Voiceover that had led us thusfar.

It was a lost battle.

We withdrew to the safety of Red Couch, the hidden refuge south of Bunk Bed. Men and women alike muttered to themselves as though delusional, rehearsing mumbled excuses to provide to their superiors as to why they had failed. But I was not ready to give in; I knew my men, and this battle was one they were equipped to fight. They only needed to believe it.

Which is why I find myself here now, all alone, on this perilous fetch quest. I will skirt around the kingdom of Animation, hoping to go unnoticed in my errand. I will retrieve the priceless Shakèd Milk from the yonder realms of Mac Donald's. I can only hope that it will inspire my beaten soldiers, remind them what it is we fight for.

It brings me some relief to know that I am not alone, that there are other soldiers, Generals even, out there fighting this endless battle against Procrastination. It is only together that we can stand strong.

If anyone finds this journal, I hope it brings you the same solace it brought me. Godspeed, whoever you are.

General's Log October 28th 2023

Another battle ensues in the Great War Against Procrastination.

Yesterday we launched a successful offensive against the Gamedev project, despite our lack of manpower given the earlier shopping conquest. Today we would advance further.

Our strategy was simple. An all-out frontal attack to wipe out the remaining forward bases around the city of Gamedev, to start at noon precisely.

Alas, I don't know what it was, but the men got anxious. Our advance was slowed, as the enemy had laid Sleep Mines and Brunch Obstacles in our path. It took us an hour to dismantle and clear a path, and by that time some of the men chased a mirage down to the land of Disney+. I fear we may never hear from them again.

The remaining men trembled at the sight of the now fortified walls of the forward base. I fear I myself lacked the courage to move on and we altered our plans. We would instead intrude upon the less fortified camps in the lands of Household Tasks and Personal Care, and circle back to Gamedev at 1600.

But that time, too, passed, as we underestimated the sheer number of bases spread around these lands. Eventually, after defeating the 15 militia of the land of Workouts, we made our way back to Gamedev.

Just outside the city, I discovered this logbook, and I decided, for posterity's sake, to write down the events of the day. I fear, though, that even this writing is simply a tactic by the enemy to slow us down further.

No longer, I say! While the all-out frontal attack may not be viable anymore, we should be able to still make a dent in the enemy's forces today. I only hope me and my men aren't too weary to try.

And who knows, perhaps having cleared those camps earlier allows us to now better lay our focus back on the main threat.

So long, and to any fellow soldiers in the Eternal War Against Procrastination, know you never stand alone. The fight never ends, but that should not discourage us from achieving victory in battle. Godspeed!

[dreamboundedstar]

Zekina Wedding Headcanons Because Why Not!

I did a glimpse of a wedding headcanon for this ship in one of my other Zekina posts, but now I want to make it its own thing.

Before I start though. There's a line of dialogue from the episode "So You Stink You Can Dance" that I have been stuck on for a while. I didn't want to make another post for that episode because I already have two. So I'm pairing it with this because it sort of fits the theme. Jimmy Jr.: I know what this is! Tina: Two friends who care about you, and their cousin Leslie. Tina what do you mean "their"?! Leslie isn't your cousin and last I checked, Zeke didn't use they/them pronouns (Not that I'm against him using they/them if the character decides to because that's mean, but I'm just making a point here). Tina could have said "and Zeke's cousin Leslie", "and cousin Leslie", or even just "and Leslie". Either Tina had a Freudian slip moment or Dan Mintz really needed to redo that take so it would stop crazy people like me from overthinking lines like that. XD You don't just involve two people in a sentence and then imply both people have a familial relationship with a third person when it's not the case like that! XD As a self-proclaimed crazy person, I'm taking this as Tina is eventually going to marry Zeke after all so that line can be true and Leslie becomes Tina's cousin-in-law. XD Okay now onto the wedding headcanons 1. Tina and Zeke get married on the beach. (I already said this before but now I'm clarifying it again)

2. They get married on July 28th (it was the day the first zombie movie, "White Zombie" was released. Also, a summer beach wedding seems more fitting than a fall one. The first "Night of the Living Dead" was released on October 1st while the remake was released on the 19th of the same month)

3. Their cake toppers are a tiny, bride mustard bottle and a tiny, groom ketchup bottle (originally wanted to do sea urchin and sea cucumber but condiment bottles fit better in my opinion). The cake is white and blue with yellowish-orange (like American cheese) stars lining the bottom of the layers. I wanted to combine an ocean theme and a burger theme combo for the cake. 4. Bob's Burger of the day for the wedding will be called the "Something Blue" cheeseburger (it was originally the longer version, but he shortened it down when he realized less was more for this one). It's a burger topped with blue cheese, fried zucchini (though Gene insisted to go with the Italian translation, zucchina. Bob didn't really get it at first because he didn't know what ship names were. A whole new world of burger ideas was opened once he got the concept of ship names), and ketchup (because it kind of rhymes "getcha" XD)

5. Since the "something blue" is the burger, here's the rest. Old - Tina's glasses. She inconveniently loses the yellow ones that I gave her in my adult design of her and has no choice but to use her old, thick, black ones. New - The fresh, blue daisies she has in her hair. Borrowed - The barrette Zeke keeps on his ear. He lets her borrow it for bangs to keep them in place. That's right, the yellow thing on my design for adult Zeke wasn't another earring. Instead of barrettecklace, Zeke just clips the thing onto his ear like a clip-on earring. Does it hurt? Maybe. Regardless now you all know that it wasn't another earring but Tina's barrette. 6. Cheryl's kid is the flower girl and Sidecar is the ring bearer. (Though if Cheryl's kid turns out to be a boy then Sidecar is the flower boy and Cheryl's kid is the ring bearer because I thought it be cute and funny.) 7. Louise and Gene share the status as the maids of honor while Dillon and Susmita are bridesmaids. Louise wears a suit, Gene wears a suit-dress combo, and the rest wear dresses. 8. Jimmy Jr., in spite of everything is Zeke's best man while the other groomsmen are Rudy and Leslie. They all wear suits. (Zeke needs another friend just so I can make it even between the bridesmaids and groomsmen lol. open to suggestions for the fourth member. I could do Andy and Ollie and just add Jocelyn to Tina's side but I'm not feeling it for multiple reasons) 9. Zeke, of course, tells the Wagstaff Whaler story like he said he would. Meanwhile, Tina surprises Zeke and everyone (except Louise and Gene) when she provides a stitched-together version of all the moments she wrote about Zeke in her diary in chronological order. It was a very sweet way of showing Zeke the progression of her feelings from when she first meant him to now. Louise and Gene helped her with the idea before the wedding to be sure that it didn't get too spicy and for another Buttloose incident to occur. 10. Gene provides the music for the wedding but I'm having trouble deciding who will sing. For me, it's between Linda, Gayle, Courtney, or Daryl. 11. Zeke takes Tina's last name which represents to Tina that when Zeke first said "he was going to get her" it wasn't to "win her" as if she was an easy trophy but that he was determined enough to do whatever it takes to earn her love no matter how unlikely. 12. Susmita did the best she could juggling being a bridesmaid and wedding photographer. Tina and Zeke appreciate her pictures regardless since they know that she's not an official wedding photographer, she's just really good at taking pictures. Get what you pay for and all that jazz. 13. Zeke and Tina spend their honeymoon sailing and then being marooned on Quippiquisset Island because of boat troubles (and for real this time, for the sake of comedic/dramatic irony. I got the idea from vaguely remembering season 6, episode 1 of the Nanny.). Don't worry the rest of the Belcher family gets the 2 off the island eventually. XD

14. They had lobster at the wedding as well as burgers. Couldn't not let Tina have her fantasy lobster wedding feast. XD Bob wasn't particularly pleased by it but he let it go because it was what Tina wanted in the end. As long as Bob, Gene, or anyone else allergic doesn't eat any of the lobster it should be fine. What the heck, Zeke gets his braised lamb shank too. lol 15. Tina's wedding bouquet would comprise of white gardenias, red roses, and lavenders.

I think 15 is a good number to stop at. Hope you enjoy the headcanons and that it gives you inspiration for later.

[passionatearies99theredhead]

Hello Sweethearts, here the energies in the sky and events of this week from the 28th March to the 4th April.

First off, the MOON is in Pisces.

When the moon is in this sign there are loads of dreamy energies floating around, very sensitive as well.

First of all you, rest up. You can always feel a bit sleepy, take a nap if you need. It’s better 20 minutes of nap and then back to the things you to do in your day, than 2 hours trying to keep your eyes open and not really getting done anything.

Go slower whenever you feel like to. If you wanna train, maybe do some of my beloved yoga.

Meditate. Even if that’s always a must.

Basically, as my mantra says, just go with the flow. And enjoy this calmer energy before our end of the week new moon.

With the moon in pisces, fill your day with creativity.

If you are like me, someone about creativity for the whole day, as the base of your days, just take time to enjoy it more. Especially because, us creative, tend to get very critical over anything we wanna put into creation and make reality, we are perfectionists let’s face it. Some less, some more bit all of us are.

These days let’s just go with it. Don’t doubt anything you start to work on. Share it.

Dance with your wild creative energy.

And in case you aren’t about creation during your days, then try to insert at least one activity that makes you enjoy the dreamy energy. Do something that takes you places, like dancing, singing, reading, drawing and painting, diy, doing your makeup, redesign your space, plant flowers.

Nurture your inner child with any activity you will do. Pamper the little kid ( We are in Aries season remember? The inner child is one of the main themes.

(In case you haven’t read last week post where I mention also this theme, I’m gonna link it at the end of this post)

Take these days to love on yourself, isolate and retreat in a peaceful place for you.

A little reminder from me… you are LOVE and those are facts.

Overall, follow your intuition these days. What feels right, its what is on your agenda.

If I may suggest, one of my favorite small things to do, is buying flowers for my space and for myself. It’s such a small thought but I enjoy it so much and makes me always smile.💐🐞🦋

Finally, you may feel a little emotional.

I’m all about a good cry, so if you feel like crying, do it. Release it. Never push back down tears.

You must get it out of your system, let your feelings out.

Since yesterday we have two main important movement happening that brought STRONG energies upon on. Let’s dive into them

We have a conjunction of three main planets in Aquarius, which are Venus, Saturn an Mars.

You will for sure find it challenging cause these energy may happen rush and quick in the area that are affecting in your life.

To understand better which house these meeting is influencing, check specifically where Venus is transiting rn for you, and pay attention to those areas these next few days.

(ALSO, please remember CHECK THE ASPECTS she is making to other planets, cause that is gonna play the essential role in how events are gonna play and leave you feel afterwards).

With these energies, your values could be tested (Venus). To make it simple, Don’t let anyone try you. Let the haters and awful ppl hate and be delusional. Especially in relationships (not only love ones).

You may be called to learn some lessons or be reminded of things you have already integrated but happen to forget just for a bit.

(For example, an event that makes you doubt yourself and it reminds you and refreshes something you learned already like “never doubting yourself”. Not essentially, a lesson is something caused by a negative action or event).

Talking about Venus, on the 30th of March, there is gonna be also the bending of the nodes at 23 degrees but it’s a bit more complex and I just got only recently into it, so if you want me to do a quick post and note about it, let me know in the comments.

Now onto the second transit of this week and my personal fave.

Mercury into Aries , being an Aries mercury myself ❤️‍🔥 I SIMPLY LOVE THIS TRANSIT.

If you do not channel my daily energy, you will most likely feel it naturally flowing into you from this week for the whole month.

USE IT TO THE FULLEST POTENTIAL.

With both of the transit just mentioned here above, trust me when I say, you will be about that mood, that is instilled into me , of “wait for me, to actually give a fuck”.

You won’t really care nor think too much about doubting what to do or say, no”if”.

Do you my love!

L I T E R A L L Y.

DO NOT GIVE A FUCK

😘🔥

I know what I say, when I state “it’s such a magical way of being and moving through life ✨

DREAM BIG. GO FOR IT.

If you have been wanting to detach from someone or something lately or for a while, this is the right time to do it. Detachment is gonna come as process flowing inside you if wish for it.

The thinking is gonna be QUICK. Sharp minds, witty energy, very well directed and delivered. Assertive as well. And you are gonna be heard!!!

You will feel free to speak up (especially if you aren’t someone who does it naturally. You will for sure feel the shift) because Mercury in Aries is all about that.

You will make a decision, be straight forward. You will take action. No double thinking.

If having a conversation with someone in any kind of setting or environmental, be careful especially if you aren’t used to these types of energies, maybe cause very different form what you have in your birth chart.

You are the boss, you aren’t bossy. No need to be aggressive (due to recent events, please don’t think I mean violence. I DO NOT CONDONE VIOLENCE. I DESPISE VIOLENCE WITH MY WHILE SELF).

You can cut with words and a mind. End someone with intelligence. That’s more than enough and also shows if you are intelligent or not.

Say what you need to say but don’t be insensitive don’t hurt just for the sake of it.

Your mind will be full of ideas put them down on paper and the, as I said before, create them into your reality. I cannot stress this enough. It’s Aries season, own your shit.

Your mind will be a big pot of boiling ideas. Remember to give it a break, otherwise you will overwork yourself. Don’t be restless, hustle culture is a toxic culture.

Great transit if you also wanna get there into something that you have been wanting to learn for a while.

To crown all of these new fiery, passionate Aries energy, craving for her goals and going for it, really giving it all already during the first month of the new astrological year, we have a new moon on 1st of April. New moon always mean new beginnings.

This is a magical energy so you will feel ready, powerful, just invincible no matter any bumps on the road you could find.

However be careful, we have a Chiron in Aries as well. The wounded healer.

Be careful with any childhood trauma you may have not faced yet, or an old hurt coming up. Pay attention to any insecurity about you or on your future.

Worker on anything that you feel coming up that may still hurt.

BUT AS WELL, PAY ATTENTION TO DON’T BE DECEIVED.

Don’t let any old fear you already moved on from, grab your hand to make you turn around to look at it, you aren’t about that no more.

Slap the bitch in the face and step ahead where you were proceeding to go forward.

Those ambitions and goals of yours have set a date to be realized and coming together already, you are on your way to them just now. Keep going forward.

You are healed or are healing.

You are already living and tasting the new, look at you…

How bright you are already while blooming together with this season.

You pretty flower 🌼

As I said before, new moons are all about new beginnings and April is gonna be an enchanted, magical, blessed month. (Events I’m gonna talk about next week between Jupiter and Neptune).

New moons are obviously the perfect time to

SET INTENTIONS

MANIFEST IT ALL

because you can seriously manifest it all, as soon as you realize, it’s already yours.

The new moon is happening at 8.24 am (for all the Europeans like me), while for my Americans at 2.24 am.

New and full moon energies always last two days before and two days after.

The weekend is gonna be characterized with the moon moving into Taurus.

Great energy to ground us and to plan our week ahead and schedule

As a Gemini moon, I highly suggest you to do so, cause when the moon is gonna move into this wild always thinking sign at the start of our week, we perfectly know…

WE ARE GONNA BE ALL OVER THE PLACE.

One last quick note I wanna add for Sunday.

It’s gonna be the 4/4, so when days and month, sometimes even years, repeat themselves, they create powerful portal to help our desires, giving them a push, make them move forward even faster.

So work on all of those intentions of the previous days and contend be grounded.

Have a blessed week my loves.

Here I’m gonna link my post from last week, that is about the energies of ARIES SEASON AND ALL THE MAGIC AND POWER IT WILL DRENCH YOU IN.

- the red head

[thatsadbietch]

So Much for Secrets

My ACNH stories so far feature (and will continue to feature) my favorite villagers. It just comes naturally to me that way. BUT I would LOVE to try new villagers so if you have a favorite and would like them in fiction form, please let me know!

The biggest warnings are this IS a tickle fic, so if its not your thing, there's your warning. Also swearing. The two most common warnings on my page

“Here’s to another morning… Calm… serene… kinda dull…” You said to yourself, waking alone in your fully paid-off house on Tom Nook’s Island.  You’d been on the island for a few months now and had no visitors, just mail.  Which was better than nothing, but you missed your family, your friends… 

“Think of it as a vacation,” You mocked as you got dressed.  That is what you originally thought the excursion to be, until you landed and realized the island was uninhabited. And further, you became the island’s representative.   But admittedly, it was nice being out of school and not employed in some office somewhere, while maintaining a nice living space and keeping food on the table.  Even the villagers have taken a liking to you and seemed to be Tom Nook’s right-hand person when it came to island matters.  So things weren’t going poorly by any stretch of the imagination. You just wish someone, anyone of your friends or family could have come with you.

Once you finished getting ready for the day, you left your custom-made home, making your rounds and greeting the villagers you came across.

“Yo, hoohaahaa, what’s up?” Louie, the fitness-enthused gorilla called, jogging past.

“Hey, Louie!” you called back, and glanced at your phone.  8:13. He was probably on his 28th lap by now.  22 more to go.  “Make sure to stay hydrated.  We don’t want a repeat of what happened last week.”

Louie actually stopped, scratched the back of his head, and blushed.  “Yeah… I was pretty lucky you happened to be in the orchard that day.  You’re the best!” He called out, and continued his work out.

“He’s crazy,” You said to yourself, shaking your head.

“I’ll say.” You jumped, looking to your right to see Keaton snickering.  A bird with vibrant blue and yellow feathers shouldn’t be hard to spot, but somehow he managed.  The two of you hit it off pretty quickly, and his company became comforting, especially when faced with serious homesickness.

“I didn’t plan for a heart attack today, Keaton.” You stated and crossed your arms, but a small grin gave away how amused you were.

“I would never do such a thing, friendo. Never. Now, scare you for my own entertainment… that, I would do.”  You raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, you want a deal on that house expansion or not?”

Keaton put his wings over his heart. “I’m hurt that you would stoop so low… with me of all people.”  You gave him a gentle nudge.

“I’m teasing you, feather-face.  But, if you wanted to make sure that deal comes through, you could help me out this morning. I need to pull weeds, tend to the garden…”

“Hmmm,” he exasperated, “Walk around the island with my bestie and share gossip? I think I can manage.”

They first made their way around Resident Services.  Kicks happened to be visiting the plaza today, selling his shoes and bags.  They stopped to look a bit; You found a bag that you thought to fill with other items and send to your family as a care package.  For now, you slung it over your shoulders, and they continued to the beachside garden and began pulling weeds.

“So, when do I get to meet the folks? The friends? Or are you actually on the run for something and can’t go back home?” Keaton asked teasingly.  You rolled your eyes and shook your head, the signature expression.

“Whenever they visit.” You said simply, knowing that Keaton meant no harm, but you missed them the more they were mentioned. You redirected, not wanting to dwell more on the topic.

“What about you? Just come to the island one day on a whim? Or are you on the run from something?” Keaton paused.

“Well there was that one time with the band, we were pretty rowdy.”

“Keaton, really?!” He chuckled, you could practically see the memory flash in his eyes.

“Nah, it wasn’t that bad. The power outage only lasted like a day. Anyway, I came for a retreat from city life and stayed for the vibes. It feels like home here. Especially with you leading the show, and- uh, nevermind. Anyway-”

“Oh no, back up,” you interrupted.  Keaton winced, hoping his fumble would have gone unnoticed. “Who else were you about to say? Someone here caught your eye?” you grinned.  For once, you saw Keaton hesitate, and he stopped pulling weeds for a moment.

“Hey, if I said something wrong-”

“No, you didn’t. I was just thinking…” he said, casting another uprooted weed aside.  The two of you walked over to the river to rinse off.

“You can tell me. You know the golden rule, we share other people’s gossip, not ours.” You joked, bringing barely a half smile to his face.  They stood and continued to the main garden, where the villagers collaborated to produce hybrid plants.  The two sat on a nearby bench, deciding to take a break.

“I do have my eyes on someone… another bird…”  Your eyes widened.

“Is it Piper? You never told me anything!” You exclaimed in a whisper form.  Even so, Keaton flailed his wings and shushed you.

“NOOO! She and I are just good friends.”  You raised an eyebrow.  “You suuuuure?”

“I’m trying to be serious here.” The smirk quickly vanished, and you nodded.  Keaton brought his knees to his chest, not unlike a scared child during a thunderstorm.

“…it’s… Wilbur.”  You breathed a sigh and chuckled a little bit, infuriating the bird.  He stood up quickly.

“I TRUSTED YOU! And you’re sitting here, laughing at me and- “

“HEY, chill, unless you want to wake up the entire island.” Keaton sat back down.

“I honestly wasn’t sure what I was expecting… But Keaton, bottom line, relax.  I don’t care if you have a crush on Wilbur.”  He tucked his knees to his chest again and looked you in the eye. “Really?”

“People like to make this complicated.  It’s really not.”  Keaton just looked at you for a minute, sighed, and nodded.

“Well, is there something else on your mind? You’ve never been this quiet for this long,” You jested.  He gave you a smirk and a sideways glance before hitting your arm. 

“Shut up.  It just feels nice to get that off my chest.  Thanks, wingo.” He said and turned to wrap his wings around you in a hug.  You squeezed back, glad you could be a support for him.

“Just don’t say anything too early.  I had Bells on you and Piper.” Keaton gasped dramatically (yup, he’s back) and exclaimed, “HOW RUDE!” before pushing you away from him and off the bench.  You cackled the entire time, and once Keaton started laughing too you grabbed onto his legs and dragged him down with you.

“Oh, is that the game we’re playing? All right, you asked for it!” You sprang up before he finished his threat and ran, both careful to follow the path and not ruin the flowers (all the villagers would be upset, but you both would have surely faced Dobie’s wrath).  

Once out of the garden, you made a beeline for the river; you had your retractable vaulting pole thankfully.  You dug it out of your pocket, pushed the button that released the pole, and vaulted over the river.  As you retracted and returned it to your pocket, you turned and saw Keaton on the other side.  You blew a raspberry before calmly strolling away.  Keaton would not be defeated, not like this.  He backed up a bit, enough to get a full sprint toward the river before jumping.  That and one hard flap of his wings got him across the river.  

You were content catching your breath, walking along the beach, until you heard footsteps.  “Oh, this must be Louie’s last lap.  Good for hi-“ your thought was interrupted as a set of wings took you around the middle, tumbling onto the warm sand of the shore.  You landed on your back, but before you entered full-blown attack mode you looked up and saw Keaton straddled over you and laughing loudly.  You couldn’t help but laugh too and tried to topple Keaton over.  However, he took your wrists and planted himself more firmly on the sand, still giggling light-heartedly.

“Oh, I don’t think so.  You were super rude earlier.  I think it’s time you apologized.”  The only human on the island rolled their eyes yet again.  “I was messing with you, dude.”  He shrugged but didn’t budge.  You sighed.

“Oooh fine.  Keaton, I’m sorry about the joke I made with Piper and Bells. Happy?”  Keaton smirked.

“Almost.  Now, you have to tell me a secret, since I told you a big one about me.”

“Are you joking?”

“Does this face look like it’s joking?” You paused.  Keaton glared, knowing there was a sarcastic comment just dying to come out. Realizing the mistake he made, Keaton sighed.

“I swear-“

“No, but it could be a punchline!” you giggled at your own joke as if it were the funniest thing you could have said.

“WOW, you’re so funny!” Keaton exclaimed, the statement dripping in sarcasm. You giggled even harder at your vibrant friend’s expense. However, he was a stubborn bird, and he had a suspicion you were dealing with something by yourself.

“Come on, you aren’t getting up until something spills.  Let’s go,” he demanded, but you shook your head defiantly.

“I don’t have any secrets for you, Keaton.  I’m a pretty open book.”

“That so? Then what are you doing turning in early every night?” Your snickers died down a little.

“I’ve been tired recently. It’s not easy being an Island Rep.”

“Okay, fair. But you’ve stopped asking me to help you with stuff.” Maybe that’s what he was doing right outside your house this morning.

“It’s not your job!” He disregarded.

“And you go back home right after everything’s done. You prep for island events and parties but stopped coming to them.  Piper and Louie have said you’ve been canceling on them.” As he listed more points, you found you had no remarks, nothing that properly explains things other than the homesickness getting to you.

“Now who’s being quiet?” Keaton asked skeptically.  It’s not like you didn’t want to talk about these things, but it was your burden to carry. Then again, he did trust you with something that was weighing on him, and you wanted him to know you trusted him too.  It seemed like he read your mind.

“You can tell me, wingo, we’re besties, right? You don’t. Have to. Do. Things. Alone!” Keaton released one of your wrists and accentuated each pause with a poke to your torso and and sides. You jerked and instinctively grabbed his wrist, biting back a grin.  He was shocked at the suddenness of your movements, but looking back to your face, it clicked.

“Well, wingo… that’s not exactly the kind of secret I was expecting…”

“Keaton, wait-“

“But it is the kind of secret I can totally get behind using against you.”

“Keaton wait-WAIT-AAGGH, no-ho, KEEHEEATON!” Safe to say, you underestimated how strong Keaton was.  He quickly freed the wrist you caught, held both of yours in one wing, and held them to one side, giving him free rein to slightly lift up your shirt and glide his feathers over your now exposed hip bone and lower belly.  You brought your head to your hands and hid your face while you cackled endlessly at the ticklish sensation.

“STAHAHP, KEHEATON, pleaaAH! HAHA!” Keaton smirked at your desperate attempt at coherent English, as he went from gentle gliding to pinching your hip and working his way up and down your side, while you frantically and futilely kicked the air behind him.

“One of the reasons I liked you was because you and I can pick on each other...  But now, knowing this, I know just how to bring you down a peg!” He switched gears to feather (literally) your neck, chuckling with delight as your manic cackles turned to a softer, more bubbly giggle.  Your shoulders instinctively scrunched up, only to trap his wingtips and ultimately make your situation harder.

“Keeeheeeheeaton!,” You babbled, “I cahahahan’t!”

“You want to know what I find funny?” He asked,  pausing so you could answer. You took the opportunity to catch your breath, but had a feeling this wasn’t over yet.

“Really *huff* bad *huff* dad jokes.”

“Despite it all, I don’t think I’m going to break your sarcasm,” the bright bird replied with a blank expression.  

“Anyway, no. I think it’s funny that you’d rather spend your energy hiding your face than stopping me~.” Clearly, your hiding in your hands didn’t go unnoticed, nor did the fact that aside from that, you weren’t making any real effort to get away from him. You didn’t reply, but your cheeks flushed a deep red, and you attempted to hide your face again.

“Nuh uh, none of that!” he exclaimed, and rather than just holding your wrists to the side, he lifted them above your head.  “There’ll be no more hiding for you~.” You shuddered in anticipation and witnessed mischief take over Keaton’s facial features.  If he and Wilber ever got together, you’d have to remember to properly warn him about Keaton’s dark side.  

“Though, I’m willing to make a deal with you.”  You sighed and relaxed… while you could.

“What kind of deal?”  That glint in Keaton’s eye… you were all too familiar with. 

“I think this is a fantastic secret you’ve shared with me… whether you meant to or not,” he started, and glided his feathers across your exposed skin, from one hipbone to the other.  You clenched your fists and gritted your teeth to try to maintain some form of composure now that you couldn’t hide your face.  Keaton chuckled and continued.

“But anyway, I still don’t think it quite adds up to mine.  So if you’re not going to tell me what’s been on your mind, you’re going to tell me your most ticklish spot.”  You tried to feign disbelief.

“You don’t think I’ve had enough?” He snickered, though you’ve obviously heard him laugh before, you can’t immediately recall a time he laughed with that much malicious intent behind it.

“I think there would have been a lot more of a struggle if that were the case. Now, don’t get me wrong, I think this-” He suddenly grabbed and poked at your hip and sides, causing an explosive cackle “-is effective.  And adorable.”

“Fuhuhck off,” you replied casually, then froze after seeing his surprised face.  Then you realized it was the first time you’d ever said that to him.   In jest, of course, but Keaton, ever the dramatic one, played as though he’d never been more hurt or offended.

“Well, I was going to give you the option to tell me.  But that chance has been blown.” He began sinisterly. “It’s almost as if you wanted this to happen.”

“Wait no Keaton I’m sorrehehehee didn’t meheheAAAN IIIITT! NOOOHOHOHAHAHAA!” There wasn’t enough time left in the world for you to have been able to brace yourself as he kneaded up and down your rib cage.  The results were instantaneous and explosive: if the island’s residents weren’t awake already, they might be now.

“KEEHEHEATOHOHON!” you somehow managed, wriggling with everything you have to get out from under your avian friend to no avail. He laughed loudly as well, seeming pleased with your reaction as he released the grip on your wrists, only to bring his other wing down to join the ticklish assault on your torso, causing a shocked squeal to erupt before returning to your rather boisterous belly laugh.

“Well, lucky guess!” he exclaimed, keeping one wing kneading on and in between your rib bones while the other fluttered up and down your sides and underarms.  Your body didn’t quite know which sensation to react to, both sending maddening jolts to your system that you could only respond to in fruitless squirming and endless giggling fits.

“Right? Did I guess right?” he teased, and he chuckled to himself as you frantically nodded, your arms pinned to your sides in resignation to your fate.

Soon enough though your laughing grew silent, and Keaton figured you’d actually had enough this time.  He relented, then laughed light-heartedly as if he didn’t just torment your poor ribs to the brink of hysteria.

“It’s *huff* too early *huff* for this *huff*.”  Keaton cackled evilly.

“Gee, I wonder what discoveries I’ll make if I just, ya know, turned around and tried the other half of you.” Your eyes widened and summoned at least enough strength to shove him off, and turned to run until you were jerked backward:  Keaton had hurried and grabbed the bag you’d bought earlier that was still on your back, the force halting your escape so suddenly that you lost your balance and fell back onto the sandy surface of the shore. 

You and Keaton grappled for a bit, but being you were already in a weakened state, he was easily able to not only overpower your efforts, but also was able to flip you over and straddle your back.  

“Dammit!  That care package cost me more than just Bells…”

“Your folks and I are lucky you’re so thoughtful.” Keaton played, clearly enjoying himself.

“Oh, shut up.”

“Now, I don’t think you’re in a position to be even more rude to me. I’ll have to fix that attitude,” Keaton teased, and you braced yourself again…  But nothing came.

“… on second thought, nah.” Keaton said while standing and offered his wing to help you up.  You looked up at him skeptically and took his wing.

“What?”

“I decided you deserve a break.  Plus, that reaction was gold. Now I know you’re hiding other spots, and I’ll try to find them when you least expect it.”  He said triumphantly, though still sporting a sinister glare.

“That’s almost worse,” You replied, but couldn’t help but grin. That devious look of his hadn’t left yet.

“I don’t think you mean that.”

“Oh, you don’t?” The red glow was beginning to return to your cheeks, suspecting where he was going.

“Not at all, I think you had a good time.  I daresay, I think you enjoyed yourself.” Maybe he knew you better than you thought, if he was able to read you so easily.  

“...I don’t know what you mean.” You said sourly, just above a whisper, and began walking down the beach with your arms crossed.

“Oh, I think you do,” Keaton started as he followed, continuing along the shoreline and picking up shells as he walked. 

“I’m not oblivious, friendo.  You barely put up any fight and not once said the word “stop”.”  The statement did NOT help, as you turned away again, feeling the heat intensifying on your face.  

“Hey, there are no hard feelings, are there? I mean, I was just playing, that’s all, I didn’t mean-“

“You’re okay, Keaton,” You stated, finally turning to face him, though didn’t quite meet his eyes.

“You’re right though. I do… actually… enjoy… that.  I’ve never told anyone about it.”

“Really?” Keaton asked, suddenly aware that this is a more sensitive topic than he would have originally thought.

“It’s not like it comes up in normal conversations.” He crossed his wings against his chest.

“I guess that’s true. But I’m glad you told me.”

“I didn’t tell you, you just happened to figure it out.” Keaton chuckled.

“Well, we don’t share each other’s gossip, that’s the rule. This beak is sealed. No matter how cute I think it is.” He smirked at your eye-roll and ever-blushing face.

“And I’m totally gonna do it again.”  Your eyes widened at the threat and you turned away again, flustering butterflies fluttering in your chest and belly.

“Keaton!” 

“I have to keep you on your toes somehow, wingo.  Oh! That could even be the next spot-”

“Do NOT finish that thought,” you warned, and he laughed. It seemed he was doing a lot of that at your expense recently.

“You make this too easy, wingo. But I’m done, for real this time.  For what it’s worth I’m also having fun and don’t want you to be embarrassed.” You contemplated this for a minute, finding yourself feeling… safe. And fortunate to have crossed paths with him.  Your features softened.

“Thanks, Keaton, really. I know it's stupid but-” you were cut off by the blue and yellow shaded hug that enveloped you.

“It’s not stupid, wingo, not even a little. Maybe a little quirky, but it’s like variety, a spice of life!” You laughed, never having thought about it that way before.

“If you say so.”

“Now, here’s what we’re not gonna do,” he said, breaking the embrace to meet your eyes, something you hadn’t been able to do up to now.

“We’re not gonna just finish our chores and go back home to do whatever it is you do by yourself. I’m temporarily going to forget that you still didn’t tell me what’s up with that because I think I’ve gotten plenty of new intel on you today.” You groaned, fearing that this will be forever a part of the arsenal Keaton has accumulated of ways to tease you.

“We are, however, gonna come over to my house for a little dinner party I planned with some of the others, and they’re gonna be glad you're there and everyone’s gonna have a good time.”

“I can get behind that. I do have one errand to run before that though, so I’ll be seeing you later.”

“What? Why can’t I go?” Finally, finally, it was your turn for mischief.

“I’m going to go see what Wilbur’s doing this evening.”

[falsegoodnight]

a new header??? it matches better <3 these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with a star (*). 

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 28th only

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main list ~

✰ Don’t Wait Up by reliablyimperfect | NR | 1k

Without Harry’s warmth next to him, he felt the chill of the air creep over his skin. He tugged the blanket down from where Harry kept one draped over the back of the couch for him, grateful. With the blanket, he instantly felt warmer, but it backfired when his eyes began to droop again. Trying to keep his eyes open was impossible, and he was consciously aware of how long his blinks were becoming. They stay closed longer and longer until, eventually, they didn’t open again.

so soft and sweet and lovely! made my heart feel so warm <3 will return to this for some quick comfort in the future!

✰ my ugly mouth kept running by @hadestyles | E | 4k

Sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

rori’s lush writing + abo + exes to lovers = absolute perfection. my fic cameo gives it a bonus too :’) definitely one of my rori favs 

✰ i’ve loved you three summers now honey, i want them all by @softloubabie | M | 4k

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do.

After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

so cute and sweet! their kids were so adorable and the proposal so lovely!! they love each other so much <3

✰ love me in between the future and the past by navigator & quitter | E | 11k

Harry's scared of history repeating itself.

this honestly hurt to read but in such a raw and emotional way?? was mad at harry and then sad for him :( this writer duo’s fics never fail to amaze me!

✰ sunshine on my mind by @raspberryoatss | E | 13k

Louis visits Harry in Portland

this was so sweet and lovely! the perfect addition to this wonderful universe! pip’s characterizations and fluff never fails to make my heart feel warm <3

✰ rapture in the dark by @stylinsonsupporter | T | 13k

Harry Styles is a breakout musician who has shed his boyband label in favor of embracing his inner brooding rockstar. His PR team think that his rebrand is the perfect time for Harry to come out of the closet and have devised the perfect plan for doing so. Enter Louis Tomlinson, up and coming (and very openly homosexual) model whose public image as America's Sweetheart is the perfect foil for Harry's new edge. From a PR standpoint, it's a dream come true - a power couple that can slowly coax the public into accepting Harry's altered image. The only problem? They hate each other.

always love a good fake dating au and this is no exception! and model louis >> really enjoyed this!

✰ Maybe, Baby* by thoughtsickles | M | 16k | mpreg

It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis' daydreams, the kind of life he'd always imagined he'd have when he was younger and bored at his momma's work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He'd felt so important being allowed to touch them. He'd told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn't peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.

You can't stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn't want to listen.

have reread this one quite a bit of times now and it still makes me so happy <3 this Louis and Harry deserve the world <333

✰ Let Me Inside by reliablyimperfect | E | 18k

Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis. 

loved this one! really enjoyed the balance between h&l and how they maintained their dynamic in subtle ways outside of the bedroom while also keeping it separate. very much enjoyed the jealousy as well <3

✰ a scintilla of predilection by @dehydratedpoolfics | T | 20k

There, in the far back of the room, next to the only available seat left, is none other than Harry Styles. Harry, who grew up next door to him, who knew all his secrets as a child and played FIFA with him on Saturday mornings after he would spend the night Friday evenings every week, whose curly hair would tickle his nose as they held each other during bitter cold nights that made his room glow a haunting blue.

love ex-childhood friends with misunderstandings!! louis was so cute and i loved his poetry <3 harry too was so stupid but so smitten and lovely :’) really enjoyed this!

✰ Keeping The Flame Alive by @crazyupsetter​ | E | 20k

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

✰ like it’s a game* by @soldouthaz | E | 32k

There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare.

And Louis.

queen of enemies to lovers! it’s been a while since i’ve reread this but too absolutely no surprise, it’s just as amazing as always <3 sarah never misses!

✰ Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2 | M | 35k

Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

really enjoyed this as per usual! exes to lovers is my jam and the added angst of Louis dating someone else at the beginning... love <3

✰ Some Things Take Root* by  navigator & quitter | E | 50k

Louis' ex doesn't get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

stumbled upon this randomly and decided to reread on a whim... ended up staying up to read it in one sitting! so good!

✰ Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) by @all-these-larrythings | E | 58k

When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It's just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can't get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

i don’t know how i’ve never read this before??? it was absolutely amazing though! perfect blend of humor and fluff and tension and angst <3

✰ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) by @youreyesonlarry | E | 74k

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day. 

the slow burn in this fic killed me - which is to say, it was perfect! loved how they progressed from working together to being friends to something more and how much they genuinely cared for each other! the hockey was so fun too!

✰ Call Out My Name by frenchkiss | E | 102k

Apparently, it's bad PR to fall in love with the omega you hired to help you through your rut.

Harry Styles begs to differ.

ellen truly knocked it out of the park with this one!! had everything i could ever want: abo, famous/non-famous, fluff, humor, angst, drama, and more! i loved it from beginning to end!

wips ~

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies | E | 64k | 7/11

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

am thoroughly enjoying each chapter!! it’s been a wild ride so far and although things are currently calm, i am still on edge!! but i trust mar with my life <3

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved | E | 83k | 8/16 

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

caught up last night! still really enjoying every chapter and can’t wait to see what happens next!! things are *happening* with h&l and answers are being given!! (love the jealousy too!)

non-1d ~

✰ Keep Me Close (I Need Your Faith) by @princelouisau | E | 23k

Somewhere along the way he had fallen in love and in doing so, had broken the one rule he knew he couldn’t come back from. As quickly as he realised, he decided that he must never dare speak it. He resigned himself to loving Draco in silence.

first foray into reading drarry... and, to no one’s surprise, i loved it! beautiful writing as always and beautiful atmosphere! it’s really not a shock that i fell for these characters and their story when danielle is behind it <3 it had me entranced from beginning to end!!

finally, i myself actually posted a fic this month:

my fics ~

✰ yesterday came suddenly by me | E | 49k | mpreg 

Harry the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

[hwrryscherry]

HARRY x MODEL Y/N  facts part.1

HARRYxMODELY/N masterlist is here.

Credits: The middle manip on this edit picture (the one with Harry’s yellow suit) was made by the beautiful @/94sbells.

Author’s note: HEY GUYS! I know that I’ve been kinda gone lately, but I have reasons for that. My summer vacation ended, and I had to go back to school. We’re still studying online, but I had to take a diagnostic test this past week so they’d know how’s my scholarity level. So, because of all the studying and trying to keep up on a new school (yes, I moved from schools.), I didn’t have any time to write or finish my writings. I’ll try finishing a request today because I’m feeling super creative and nostalgic BUT to everyone who follows HARRYxMODELY/N series, like it and miss it, I just did this ‘’facts-timeline’’ in a hope to feed you guys lol. Anyway, this is like a time line of 2017 and how their relationship developed on that year. I plan on doing one for each year till 2020 and post it on the break between posting the requests. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and maybe discover things about them that you didn’t know yet. Love you all and thank you for the support and love! TPWK and remember that you’re so golden.

The first ever communication between them was on May 12th, 2017(Model Y’N’s 20th birthday) AND the realesing of HS1 album.

She sent a DM to him on instagram congratulating him by saying she loved the album and wished him all the success.

No, they didn’t know each other and she honestly thought that he’d never answer to her.

After a few hours, Harry answered to her message and she freaked out but never answered back because she didn’t want to bother him.

They officialy met on November 28th, 2017 when Harry performed on Victoria Secrets Fashion Show that occured in Shanghai, China.

It was the first time that Model Y/N ever walked for Victoria Secrets.

She walked the Goddesses segment while Harry sang ‘’Only Angel’’.

Harry literally got on his knees when she walked past him.

He likes to describe his emotion at that moment as “mesmerized”.

Even though she knew that VS models and the singers are supposed to flirt a little on stage to create a teasing sensation, she was so surprised by his actions.

After the show was done, Harry wasn’t going to attend the VS after party but decided to attend last minute because he wanted to know her.

He approached her very calmly and gentle and invited her to ‘’hang out’’ with him and his band through Shanghai as he was going to leave on the next day to complete his tour.

She asked Bella to go with her because she didn’t want to hang out with him and his bandmates alone as they didn’t know each other.

But she did felt a huge connection between them almost immidiately.

Through Shanghai, Harry was hitting on her the ENTIRE time! He was complimenting, being super nice, and flirting as well but she honestly thought he was just being nice.

Harry thought for a while that she was playing it hard to get until he realized that she wasn’t.

They spent the whole night going through Shanghai.

They went to Nanjing Road and walked around seeing the lights.

They bought those film cameras and took the funniest pictures ever. They still have those films but never digitalized it to the computer.

They went to all those mini bars and had a few drinks while eating chinese food.

Btw, Harry and Model Y/N LOVE chinese food.

They were on the same hotel.

They didn’t go back yet but plan to do so when quarantine is over.

When it was about 8am, they came back to their hotel.

They both agreed that they would come back to Shanghai one day to go to disneyland.

So Harry went back to his tour and Model Y/N went back to NYC.

On the night out in Shanghai they exchanged numbers because Bella Hadid(Model Y/N’s bff)noticed that Harry was interested on Model Y/N, so she casually told them that they should get each other’s number.

The media was crazy about them. First it was the VS move and then there was tons of paps photos of them out in Shanghai.

The media was trying to sell the story as if they were already dating before the VS, which wasn’t true.

They talked for months as friends because of the number exchange.

They talked via texts, calls and face time all the time but it wasn’t anything more than friendship to her.

Model Y/N and some friends of her was planning on traveling to Ibiza, Spain to celebrate New Year’s Eve and as she and Harry were getting really close to each other she invited him and told him that he could take whoever he wanted.

Of course she thought he was cute and had a small crush but nothing extreme.

Harry did invited her for some of his shows but she couldn’t attend any of it.

That made Harry think that she didn’t like him.

She thought he was going to take a girlfriend.

Harry took Gemma and her boyfriend to the trip with him.

Yes, their whole group of friends were there as well but midia acted like there was only them in it.

They were in Ibiza from December 28th, 2017 to January 3rd, 2018.

The group of friends that was in Ibiza with them included Bella Hadid, Fai Khadra, Imaan Hammam, Grace Elizabeth, Gemma Styles, Machine Gun Kelly, Model Y/N’s brother, etc.

And yes, there were TONS of paps in Ibiza following them because the media was selling the whole ‘’Harry Styles’s new girlfriend’s thing.“

Harry is super private about relationships and Model Y/N had ended a serious relationship early that year so they just didn’t address any rumors because they didn’t care about what the media said.

They “saw” each other as friends and that was what mattered.

It was probably the most random group of friends that she ever traveled with, but it was fun on the same way.

They had a really cool and funny vibe, and it was really easy to everyone to get along.

When fans noticed that Y/N’s friends were following Harry on social media they really thought all the rumors were real.

Their house was really close to the beach, so you could actually see it by Harry’s bedroom barricade.

They usually went to the beach or stayed by the pool during the day and went out at night.

Honestly, they used to come home from the nightlife of Ibiza at 3/4am.

They’d wake up after noon for sure.

Harry wouldn’t eat his breakfast until Model Y/N’s woken up.

He’d cook an avocado toast sandwich to her every morning and wait for her to wake up.

He’d do it because on one of their late night talks, she had told him that she loved it so much.

They’d eat at the barricade while watching the beach.

Model Y/N HAD always been obsessed with Harry’s hair and she’d tell him that he needed to moisturize his hair as they were under the sun all the time.

It was just an excuse to touch his hair.

So they’d exchange it. She’d put oil on his hair, and he’d put on hers.

If they had to go to the beach, Harry would convince her to do the craziest things like fly board flying, going on jetskis together and those things.

He was the only one to convince her to do it because she is TERRIFIED of swimming in the ocean.

They’d all go out for lunch on some restaurants and after going shopping before the sunset.

Harry would always come to her saying like “oh, this would look good in you” whenever he saw a piece of cloth that he liked.

Some fans would post pics of them on social media only making the rumors go hard.

Then one fan would post that met up with them and they said they’re just friends, which was true at that time.

Back at the house, they’d get ready to enjoy the Ibiza nightlife.

They’d dress a little better and go out to some bar or club.

Do you know those videos of Harry dancing in Anguilla? It would be the same vibe. Harry and Model Y/N would vibe so hard to the songs, and dance and shout and sing. It would be really funny.

Model Y/N used to go to his room at 4 am when they came back from the street because they usually sit by the barricade and talked for hours.

They’d talk about all the things that mattered to them, like: career, fashion, music, video, paintings, friends, family, how fame changed their lives.

They’d laugh about all the dating rumors as well, but it would be that type of laugh like “lol I wished it was true.”

They’d tell each other dad jokes and stories about their lives and experiences until the sunrise.

By the afternoon of December 31st, 2017, they were all talking about their new year’s kiss and they decided that Harry and Y/N would be one of the pairs to kiss.

Model Y/N agreed but it was more of a joke to her than a real kiss; she didn’t take it seriously.

They all got ready to celebrate NYE on the beach.

On the next day there were tons of videos of them dancing on the beach and them with fans as well.

When the New Year came, they had their first kiss and of course that changed everything.

Both of them felt sparkles and by the effect of a few drinks that both of them had on that night, they did share some other kisses here and there on that night.

For a miracle, no one captured them kissing on camera.

FACTS OF HARRY & MODEL Y/N’S RELATIONSHIP THROUGH 2018 WILL BE CONTINUED ON THE NEXT POST.

[bitletsanddrabbles]

WIP Wednesday: Goodbye for now!

Well, here we are. The second movie is starting to hit theaters which means in order to avoid spoilers, I need to steadfastly avoid all social media and Ao3 until...

...May 28th. No biggy, right?

The good news is that I have my laptop back up and running! This means I can work on all of the stories I’ve not had access to in over a month, can move the ones I started in Drive into a better writing program, and assuming I can get my brain to concentrate in between work, photography, craft projects, yard work, adoring my cat, and going out with parents, I should be able to work up a nice little collection of writing by the time I make it back!

...

Why are you all laughing like that?

...

Okay, look, if you crack a rib with that hyena imitation, I am not to blame!

Anyway, leaving you all with one, partial scene from the most recent @alex51324 inspired piece of work. My brain’s actually poked at this for a bit and just now insisted on starting to put it down, so odds are that even if it decides to take a vacation to Tahiti for a bit, it’ll come back and this will eventually be finished. I have hope.

-

Dear Mrs. Hughes,

I hope this letter finds you well, or, if the events you mentioned in your last letter are still unresolved, as well as it can. You probably won’t believe it, given our past history, but I’m sorry to hear that the Bateses are in distressing circumstances again. While we’ve not always gotten on as well as we could, Anna especially deserves better. 

I feel almost guilty saying that my life is about to take a turn for the better, but maybe something to brighten your day is called for? I am, at long last, moving out of the main house. I believe I’ve mentioned that getting out and into your own living arrangements is the goal of most men on the island. Of course, unless you can get into a business and live above the shop, the cottages are a bit expensive for one, so we normally wind up sharing the accommodations. As my business partner has claimed the flat above the press, I will be moving into one of the more substantial cottages (it has six rooms) and sharing my living arrangements with one of our communities most preeminent members. Despite the difference in our stations, I don’t see this being too much of a difficulty. He’s been here almost as long as I have and we’ve come to respect each other quite well. He’s a very artistic individual - a painter - and surprisingly community minded. He’s been a great help with the paper, almost from the start. Besides, it’s not as if I’m going to be his servant!

Of course, these things take time to arrange, so I won’t be moving in for another three weeks, but I am looking forward to it, or I am when I’m not expecting to wake up and find it’s all been a dream! October fifteenth is the exact date. We won’t be putting it in the paper or anything like that. What would be the point? But I thought you might like to know. 

I want to thank you. You’ve always been kind to me when it’s mattered. I can’t say that about many people, and I’m grateful. 

Best Always,

T. Barrow

Elsie folded the letter and tucked it away in the drawer where she kept her correspondence. With a soft smile, she picked up her tea and took a sip, the warm liquid pushing the last of her worries to the very edge of her mind. It didn’t take much reading between the lines to know that the announcements in the papers Thomas occasionally sent, the ones saying that two men were taking up loding together, had to do with more than living arrangements. She had only shared two such advertisements with the rest of the staff before Mr. Carson had put his foot down on the subject. From then on, the only way the hall boys were to know of such things, even if they didn’t understand the significance, was for them to steal the paper from her desk when she was out of the room.

They were surprisingly good at getting it back in almost the exact place she’d left it. 

(The senior staff had, after much consideration, concluded that the announcement about puppies being born was just that, and therefore suitable for public consumption, although who would take out a space in a newspaper for that Elsie couldn’t imagine.)

( ...well, perhaps Lord Grantham might, if he ever bred his personal dogs.)

[mimisempai]

Love is being with you anywhere

Summary:

For the first time on vacation together, Loki and Mobius share a tender moment on the beach.

Notes:

28th day of my 30 Days of Domestic Fluff. - 28: Vacations

List here : X

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33902365

756 words - Rating G

Loki stood on the terrace of their bungalow, enjoying the warm, gentle late evening wind. He was glad that he and Mobius could finally get the vacation they deserved after all this time, and not a few hours or half a day stolen here and there.

The sun was still half in sight as it set over the sea, unfolding a festival of warm color on the water's surface when he heard and felt Mobius coming up behind him. The shower-wet hair pressing into Loki's neck made him shiver slightly, but he leaned against his lover's chest anyway. Loki felt an arm slip around his waist and he turned to place a light kiss on Mobius's ear as he tightened his arm around him.

"Hmmm did you make tea?", Loki asked, smelling the scent coming from the cup Mobius had in his hand. "Hmmm," Mobius murmured into his neck. He put his arm around Loki's shoulder so he could take a sip. "Even on vacation, you can't go without your little evening tea, can you?", Loki teased gently.

"Oh," Mobius breathed into Loki's ear in retaliation, "do you think I'm a man of habit?"

Loki laughed at Mobius' breath in his ear and returned to a slightly more serious expression before answering, "Only a few habits, which make the perfect balance to the chaos I bring."

He hugged Mobius in turn.

This moment was more than he could have dreamed of. Like every peaceful moment he could share with Mobius. But here, on vacation, it was even better. As if for a few days, time had stopped. But because Loki always needed reassurance, he asked Mobius softly, "Are you happy, here, with me?"

Mobius didn't think twice and replied straightforwardly, "Perfectly happy, sweetheart. And whether it's on this paradise beach, in an apocalyptic desert, in the TVA offices, or just at home, my answer will be the same, I'm perfectly happy because you're here."

"I love you," Loki simply replied, because it was true, because before Mobius, he had spent so much time denying himself to say it. Because Loki didn't think he was worthy of receiving or giving love.

Whereas now, it had become the easiest phrase to say because as soon as he said those three words, Mobius returned them with the same strength and conviction whether it was with words or gestures.

"I love you", Mobius whispered in turn. But even though the words were repeated over and over again, the emotion and warmth they evoked in Loki's heart was always new and even more so when Mobius added in his warm voice, "More than anything.

Especially when those words brought that special smile to Mobius' face, the sweetest, deepest smile as he pulled Loki's head toward him to kiss him. He could feel Mobius' cup of tea pressing against his back, but as soon as Mobius began to kiss him, he could only think of his lips on his, a sweet mixture of tea, salt spray and sunshine.

The kiss ended in the same dazed state it had begun in, their foreheads pressed together, and Mobius had placed his free hand on Loki's neck.

"Loki," Mobius whispered softly.

No matter the tone, intensity, or pitch of Mobius' voice, Loki never tired of hearing Mobius call him by his name. In response, Loki tilted his head just enough to place a kiss on Mobius' mouth.

"How about we go for a walk on the beach," Loki whispered into Mobius' neck, carefully turning to take the cup from his lover's hand and place it on the patio table. Mobius nodded as he let Loki's hand run down his arm to entwine their fingers together and lead him onto the jetty.

A little later they were embraced on the beach, contemplating the ocean that stretched out endlessly before them, just illuminated by the moon and the stars that reflected on the surface.

Mobius asked Loki, "If now you could do whatever you wanted, without worrying about anything, what would you do?"

Loki pretended to think and then in all seriousness, he replied, "I will be on a deserted beach, with only the sound of the sea in the background and the man I love in my arms and I will do this."

He turned Mobius in his arms and kissed him deeply, showing him that there was no other place in the universe he would want to be, no other person he would want to be with than Mobius.

No other glorious purpose than that.

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30 Days of Domestic Fluff - Lokius

Next day : 29- house cleaning As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

[daathren]

Stream Schedule + Life Update

Let me get started with a bit of a life update because I feel like I need to lay some things out in order for you to understand the stream schedule changes. I’m going to make them as brief as possible because I don’t want to linger on anything. My focus is on my health, improving my overall life, and I don’t want anything dragging my focus too far away from that.

Back in March, my live-in partner and I split but we were still living with each other until recently. He decided to move out suddenly and has done so. I wish him nothing but the best. With that said, it has allowed me more freedom to stream as he did work from home and needed to have no background noise.

Also, streaming from the office space set up for me was hard as well as it required me to sit up, which is a very painful activity for me given how my fibromyalgia pain manifests. Now that I am no longer sharing the bedroom space, I can stream from my bed more often and in better comfort (though not complete comfort as supporting myself on my elbows does hurt after a while as well).

That isn’t the end to the changes that have happened in my life though. In July, a long time friend of mines who has seen me through quite a few relationships and even lived here for a while when I was with my ex-partner actually asked me to be their girlfriend and...yea. Now I am splitting my time between two households. To say that my Summer has been a series of interesting plot twists is an understatement!

Not to mention, I’m 60 pounds down in my weight management journey. WOOHOO! And while my pain is not under full control, I am in a regular routine with all of my specialists at this point and pain management has been very communicative with me, addressing every concern that I have and really explaining the medicines we are trying and what we are aiming for. There is also the fact that I have been off oxygen since February so progress! Of course, there is no reversing the damage to my heart but I am taking my medication to try to make sure the damage isn’t further progressed.

So, how will this all impact my stream schedule? Well, given Dion’s work schedule/days off and how I want to have at least 3 set days a week on the official schedule for you guys to look forward to (well, his schedule changed again and the 3 official day dream has come to an end so check out the P.S. update at the end of this post for a full explanation), I am going to change things to the following: Tuesday & Friday:  5:30pm - 8:30pm EST

Sunday:  9:30pm - 11:30pm 1:30pm - 3:30pm EST

Sunday is very tentative as this will be a travel day but this was the best day to keep the schedule manageable for me with a third day. If I find that I’m canceling the Sunday stream too often because I’m tired from traveling then I’ll drop the schedule down to just 2 official days. BUT, and keep this in mind, there is so much potential for me to have surprise streams just because I am feeling up to it! I didn’t have that option before due to my ex working from home. I am hoping to do more of that!

The new stream schedule will take effect on Sunday, August 28th and is reflecting on the community calendar already. You can check that out by clicking here.

So, yea, here’s to the end of an era and surprising new beginnings!

P.S. Update:  SOOOO...before this schedule change could even take full effect, my partner’s hours at work changed as they moved into ‘winter’ hours. Given his new days off and wanting to keep our routine as simple as possible, I just couldn’t fit a 3rd official day onto the schedule. Now, that’s not saying I won’t stream more than 2 days a week but I just don’t want to commit to a 3rd day. I rather have additional streams because I feel up to it and during a time that is convenient for me, not feel an objective obligation to do it because it is on the schedule and then overwhelming guilt when I need to cancel. In the end, I’m making sure to keep the balance in my life so I can be in a healthy place mentally :)

[the-darklings]

coa one year later & self-reflection

(*drags out a creaky metal chair and plops down on it heavily*)

Hi. It’s me, ya boi skinny--

Wait, wrong one. Do over.

Hi, it’s me, Kat, and I’m not dead. Clearly. Today being one year anniversary of COA has kinda put me in a reflective mood, so I guess I decided to sit down and just...talk about some things, thoughts and feelings I’ve been bottling inside for a hot sec. Especially given how radio silent I have gone on here and people deserve a bit of perspective. 

And before anyone starts worrying, it’s all good, and I’m still around and currently in good health for the most part. 

So, let’s take it back to the start. Regardless of how dramatic it may sound, we need to go back a year for that. 

By technicality alone, COA actually turned one year old on October 12th. That’s when the first part was posted. However, the reason I’m treating today as the aforementioned birthday is simple: I had no intention of this story ever being more than a short two-parter. I told this to the discord gang already but COA was only going to have two parts. V was going to die in Tokyo and the rest of the story follows glimpses of John throughout the movies and it’s her ghost that haunts him. Skipping ahead, it was going to have a bittersweet ending of John eventually dying, having completed his task, only to be greeted by V, Daisy and Helen in the afterlife. A peace of sorts. Then, I realised that, well, no. I have more to say on this world and intrigue about this placeholder character V kept growing. 

November 1st happened and I made a very last minute call to continue COA but with the added pressure of doing it during NaNoWriMo 2019. And boy did I. Most of the story was figured out during that very intense month. I posted Part 2 on this day a year ago because I was so eager to share it. Perhaps, in retrospect, a bit too eager. 

For those of you who may not know this, I work as a writer full time for my actual every day job. I’m the main writer for an original webcomic called In the Bleak Midwinter on Webtoon.com and have been for almost two years now. Getting what is essentially your dream job is amazing. I’m very lucky on that front but it also taught me stark realities of having your job and only hobby overlap. It’s a dangerous creative mix. Especially because I was not used to being constraint in what I create or the feeling like I have to please anyone else. Writing as a job is a whole other avenue of creative exhaustion. I love my job a lot and am very, very lucky to have it but it doesn’t change the fact that those initial stages made me fall back on COA a lot for creative freedom that I craved so desperately. To an unhealthy degree looking back on it now. 

But going back to November last year. NaNo time. I did it. Finished on the 24/25th I believe. A juicy final count of 52k+. All while maintaining a weekly update schedule for a fic that usually hit around 10k per update, if not more, even during those early days. Add writing an original story on top of that. Writing every day for hours on end (we are talking 10-12hr days) without any time for other hobbies or time for myself in general. I kept pushing and pushing and pushing. Losing weight and sleep in the process. I think the thing that convinced me that I should continue doing so is the fact that the outpour of support for COA ended up surpassing anything I ever expected or even dared to hope for. I’m not a huge numbers person but the outpour of love and just sheer investment in the story and characters blew me away. John Wick fandom is on the smaller side and has been going through downtime when I posted COA so my expectations were...well, small tbh. I like keeping expectations low to avoid any disappointments in general. But I’ve also always had an issue of being a massive 0 or 100 kind of person. If I love something, it consumes me. In this case, it brought me as much joy and freedom as much as it was steadily pushing me towards the ultimate crash. 

That being said, I can’t thank you all enough for every comment, like, reblog and message and fanart. You’re the reason I got this far. With your support. It brightened some really dark days for me.

But. 

To be frank, it’s never been about you guys. I never wrote or pushed because I felt like I had to appease anyone. That creative mindset is pure poison and I long since learned to let go of it. I kept pushing and kept working myself to the bone because I liked it. I liked how reading peoples’ responses made me feel. I liked the addictive nature of reading all the comments and theories after an update. I loved the idea of brightening peoples’ days and giving them something to cheer them up after what might have been a shitty day. Even if that was at expense of my own time/well being. But for a long time, it wasn’t. I love writing a lot but facts remain facts. 

It was beyond unhealthy and burnout wasn’t a question of if but when and that when was approaching at neck-breaking speed. 

So we come to the end of November. Part 4 has just come out. People were invested and I was invested alongside them. I was just finishing up Part 5 which (back then) was the biggest single chapter I’ve ever written and god I still recall my sheer dread because that was the beginning of Santino being established as a LI. Looking back on that now, it’s downright hilarious how worried I was about the reception of him and V together after John.

So honestly, I hit burnout at around Part 8. Because that’s the first time I recall struggling with writing a chapter. Part 8 came out on December 28th. I had a brief break for holidays. But my mistake was not taking longer back then. Because I continued writing with a barely healed burnout. Followed by almost a year of struggling and continuously creating through that state. It wasn’t like I eased off the pressure, either. Oh, no. The chapters grew in size, the world and the characters with it. AUs amassed quickly and while I adore every single one - again, I didn’t know how to pace myself well enough.

I’m spiteful though. The more the chapters struggled the more I pushed against the burnout. By the time Chicago arrived, however, I knew I was in trouble. I ended up writing 43k+ in a span of 2 months, I believe. And while to some it may not seem like a lot given the time frame, it’s a lot when you’re burnout to a crisp & writing an original story for work + deadlines. Which I was burned out and then some. Chicago was something I was looking forward to writing for months. I have built it up since Part 4. It was a long time coming. So while I’m still proud of it, I would be lying if I said that some scenes were not sacrificed for the sake of keeping to my invisible schedule that no one but me actually cared about. You guys have always been patient. I never felt pushed into anything. It’s always only ever been me doing the harm. 

Chicago was the downwards spiral for me mentally. I felt like I was failing to live up to my own expectations. That people were drifting away from it. I was plagued by the thought that the story I poured so much into was falling apart and growing weaker. Which this has always been an issue with me: I am my own harshest critic. Always have been. In fact, I’m a downright mean little fucker when it comes to just tearing at myself. I know writing is for fun - and it is - but I still like the idea of being proud of my work which only made everything worse despite the love each update received. 

This takes us to the beginning of June. Specifically, June the 2nd. Or, as I like to call it: Kat Makes Another Impulsive Decision but This One Actually Works Out For the Better. On this day, I created the COA Discord server. And damn, I’m not sure what exactly I was expecting when I did ngl. I did it for fun and as an escape more so than anything. But somehow it ended up being the best decision I made in a long while. I know some of you are reading this. So love you lots, dorks. It’s such a privilege to be able to call so many of you my friends even outside of COA now. That little community has given me some of the best memories from this year and helped me to crawl out of my own metaphorical pit I was stuck in. Mentally, I’m doing much better than I did beginning of this summer. Which could be summed up as a constant self-hatred cycle and a feeling of inadequacy. 

That, however, does not mean my burnout magically disappeared. If anything Chapter 17 just put a nail in the coffin so to speak. 2020 has been a shitty year just across the board for obvious reasons I don’t need to go into here but that can only partially be attributed to my mental state. Chapter 17 was...exhaustive. To say the least. But I was determined to stick with my vision and not split it up. I was also starting to be a bit more forgiving towards myself in terms of how long I may take to write it thanks to guys on discord though the feeling of failure and worry never quite faded fully. I’m proud of Part 17. Truly. But that was also when I hit rock bottom creatively on COA. It drained me completely. 

I tried writing Part 18 for weeks after, day in and day out, not getting past the first scene and hating every word I wrote. So I took a deep breath and stopped. Figured I let it marinate and wait instead of trying to piece one of the most crucial chapters in this story like some Frankenstein monster two sentences at the time.

So my solution was simple: give myself some distance from it and write other things. Get my spark back. Of course that’s always a good idea. Having multiple creative escapes is the best thing you can do for yourself creatively. There was just one tiny little problem. 

I was still burned out. Still am. The problem went deeper than just being burned out over COA. I was burned out over writing itself. 

Which is an issue for a person who only has writing as a creative outlet.

I don’t have any other way to express myself. So I was stuck in a runt, trying to write because it’s the only thing that makes me genuinely happy even when I really shouldn’t have. And let me tell you. It’s a shitty fucking feeling. My burnout worsened. I had a thousand ideas but every time I tried to get them down it felt forced, fragmented, and weak. Repetitive and dry. Now, this is also in part because English isn’t my native language, so my vocab is limited as a result, but I hit that sweet rock bottom in that regard, too. 

So, I worked on V (but in her OC form Clara), Lucien and The Elites. All those characters have grown so much since you last read about them. I have multiple original projects planned down the line that will feature all of them existing in their own world, with their own stories and no longer constrained by JW canon.  

Which, finally, takes us to the end of October and beginning of November 2020. 

I was convinced that the best course of action was to do NaNo again but with an original story this time (involving V). Suffice to say, it took a grand total of maybe 5-6 days and hating every second of writing it while also feeling like this project I’m so passionate and excited to write (still am) is just...going down the toilet to be blunt, to realise I may have made the wrong call. 

Still, the stubborn ass that I am, I pushed through. Convinced I can get into it if I just keep going. The realizations that I am sharing with you right now won’t have been possible if it hadn’t been for a rather curious turn of events about a week and a half ago.

I recently bought a gaming laptop, all in preparation for Cyberpunk 2077 dropping ofc. But, in the meantime, I kept recommending a game to a friend on the COA server. That game? Far Cry 5. (It’s a blast to play btw, just a side note.) And playing it brought back all the feelings of nostalgia from the days when I used to write for that fandom. So I revisited some old work. Checked the stuff I never published and that has been sitting ducks in my docs for months and hoo boy. Let me tell you it was a vibe check of the worst kind. 

The stark difference in the prose and the ease with which it flowed was...startling. It made me remember why I love writing so much and how proud I used to be of what I wrote back in the day. Which is not to say I’m not proud now, but it was just such a sharp dip in quality it was impossible to ignore.  

So I didn’t.  

I paused NaNo, moving it to another month. I paused writing for everything but work, which with our season coming to an end I will also get a rest from soon, too. I kinda paused in general. For the first time in a while, I finally forced myself to switch off. Rest. 

The reason why I haven’t been on here is simple: guilt and not having energy to be on here. I like making my blog a safe space for everyone. Similar to escape it has become for me. I couldn’t pretend I was fine when I wasn’t. I felt obliged to perform and being here became exhausting. I haven’t been checking my inbox. Haven’t done much of anything except occasionally dropping by and reblogging a random post so people know I’m alive.

And that’s that, folks. That’s where I am currently. Resting. Completely exhausted mentally but resting. Getting my energy back. 

So where does that leave us, huh? If you read this far, dunno what to tell you. Thanks, I suppose. It’s still odd to think people actually care about my existence sometimes.

I know what you’re likely thinking, too. So does this mean COA is never gonna be finished? What is gonna happen to it? Are you abandoning it?

The answer: no. 17 out of 25 chapters and 250k+ in, I’m too far in not to give it a proper conclusion. Not because I owe it to anyone other than myself. I want this story to be a stepping stone for my future as a writer. I want to prove to myself that I can get this done and finish it. As of right now (as you can no doubt tell with how long it’s been since last update) it’s on a soft hiatus while I rest. This rest? Not sure how long it may last. Right now, my plan is till mid December at which point I will reevaluate. Ideally, I finish the year with an update. But my New Year’s resolution is to finish COA. That timeline has become a little more murky now but, again, ideally it’s within the first quarter of 2021. Will that happen? I don’t know. And I don’t want to make false promises, either. 

All I’m saying is that it will be done. I’m just no longer sure how long, exactly, it may take me to reach that Epilogue. I don’t expect many people to stick around for however long it may take me, but if you do, thank you. Truly. I really and deeply mean that. 

So what’s on the cards for this blog in the meantime? Well, CP77 is coming out in under a month (if it doesn’t get moved again lmao rip) and I expect that to be my soft return to posting my writing on here again. We will see where the muse takes me, if at all. Regardless though, I’m excited. 

One doctorate thesis later, here we are at the end of this really long rambling session. I hope that this has given you some perspective on things going on behind the scenes. I spared you some of the gorier details but I think this post has been long overdue. I suppose I, myself, was just too unwilling to face these things despite knowing about them deep down for a while now. I’m too self-critical not to notice but acting on correcting this behavior has been a whole other matter clearly. 

Thank you for reading this post, my writing in general, and supporting me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m still around. More is on the way in the future. I’ll be seeing you all real soon. And all my love to all of you. 

Love,

- Kat.   

[pitiless-achilles-wept]

Not dead yet!: Marking my 2-year anniversaries

On Sunday I marked my two-year “cancerversary” of my diagnosis and on Tuesday a member of the support group I co-founded (for young women who are stage 4) died. Like me, she had triple-negative breast cancer. Like me, she was diagnosed stage 4 two years ago. Like me, she had exhausted several types of treatment (because triple-negative is a beast) and was looking for the one that would work. She asked me about Saci (Sassy!) and proposed trying it to her doctor less than a week before she died. Nine days before she passed she joined our Sunday cancer yoga group from bed at the hospital to join our meditation exercises. Like me, she remained confident and positive and absolutely refused to give up hope. (Like me, she also wore her hair purple sometimes.)

There were many things that are unlike about us too. She had two teenage children who now don’t have their mother. She was twelve years older than me and had had Hodgkin’s before she had breast cancer--even worse luck than mine, to triumph over one cancer only to get this diagnosis. Unlike me, she wasn’t strong enough for Saci, the only targeted triple-negative line of treatment, because her body had reacted badly to immunotherapy. She was in the hospital for two weeks with somewhat mysterious symptoms all of which added up to her body shutting down. On Saturday she went home with her family in hospice care. 2 days later she was gone.

It’s not usual for things to go so fast. Typically, doctors, patients, and family members all have some advance warning and patients spend a solid amount of time in hospice care. I am sure that people will ask me why it went that way for her. I’m asking myself why too, since it is so shocking and so entirely unfair. The fact that it can happen that way at all is frightening to me as a fellow patient since it’s the scenario of nightmares. That really could someday be me. No one ever wants to think that--and I cannot live my life focused on it either--but it has to be acknowledged as a possibility.

[More below the cut about memories from 2 years ago today and hopes for the future. Also, an invitation to contribute to some writing if you want.]

Today, January 28th, is the 2-year anniversary of my stage 4 diagnosis. In a way, it feels more significant than my initial cancer news. I had four days being horrified, but thinking that I would get through this as a phase in my life. It would be terrible--I’d have a double mastectomy, scorched-earth chemo, radiation, anything to get rid of the cancer--but then it would be done. On the Monday following my first set of CT scans I learned that that was not true. My lungs were full of tumors. (Later, after lots of waiting, MRIs and biopsies, I'd find that my lymph nodes, spine, and liver were affected too. I still have tumors in all those locations, but no new ones.) I wrote a description of getting that news in an email to a friend over the summer, after I had read Anne Boyer’s "The Undying”:

“The worst part about the lung tumors for me was that my dad had gotten a very early flight and I learned the news while he was in the air. My mom told me we could not text or tell him on the phone, that he would need to be with us both. So I drove to Newark straight from the doctor's office. It was in the teens outside and windy as we slogged to the baggage area where we were to meet. I saw my dad in his warmest and ugliest puffy orange down jacket, looking small in it, forlorn and horribly vulnerable. I fell into his arms, thinking at least that airports were such horrible places, so impersonal and banal, that no one would look twice. 'It's in my lungs,' I said into his shoulder so that I would not have to see his face. I was crying into the jacket that somehow smelled of winter cold even though he had been inside for hours. 'Please, Daddy. Fix it, please.' I spoke like a child because, on some very deep level, I think I really did still believe that my father could fix anything. I was embarrassed, though, and so I tried to stem my tears as he put his big hand on the back of my head and said, 'Oh sweetie, we'll get through this. We will.' I knew that really he could do nothing--and that this was his nightmare of powerlessness--and so I sniffed and blinked and I did not let myself cry again until June.”

Two years later this moment seems as if it just happened. The impact of my diagnosis on everyone dear to me, and especially my parents, is one of the worst things about it for me. We all know that there’s only so much “better” I can get, with the current science, and we’re all playing for time while the research moves forward towards something better, something that would make this a treatable chronic condition. I go back and forth, emotionally, on how likely I think that is and how good my position is for the future. Right now, comparing myself to the group member who died, I feel relatively fortunate, even as chemo exhausts me, I lose every scrap of hair that was ever on my body, and I spend half of my days being almost unable to eat from nausea and loss of taste. I feel glad that I was able to get Saci, that my body has so far stood up to the ceaseless trials I have put it through, with four treatments and surgery (and full-time work and living alone etc. etc.). I feel strong, not scared, even as I feel the emotional toll of terrible loneliness from covid isolation, winter, and carrying a sick body through my days alone.

I do not love the “fight” metaphor because so much of having an illness is completely out of your control and I never want to take myself (or anyone else) to task for “losing.” And so instead I will praise my body for enduring. I will praise myself for my enduring also, in both an emotional and physical way. I checked back in on how I was feeling as this anniversary approached last year and was pleased to see how much better I feel about it now, partly as a function of being in a treatment that is (likely) keeping me stable rather than in the midst of choosing another new one. Here is what I wrote back to my group of friends in November 2019, the run up to the one-year mark:

“I’m feeling like I can’t plan and don’t want to celebrate, like I can’t perform “fine” for the people in my life to spare them from the pain I’m causing by not doing better and feeling horrible about it. Perhaps it would help if I let them know that they didn’t need to perform “fine” for me? I understand the desire to protect me from the obligation to take care of them and appreciate it. But sometimes it can feel like I’m the only one experiencing anger or grief or pain, though I know I’m not. Feeling so isolated in my emotional response provides no catharsis for it. Compassion and sympathy function on the notion of “fellow feeling.” If you’re just out here, feeling by yourself, you can’t expect any comfort. As always, I think of the moment in the Iliad when Priam and Achilles cry together over dead Hector. Grief (and you can grieve for many things aside from a death) is something explicitly to be shared.” So I guess I’ve shared it here. I can do that. And I can do another thing, which is to tell you I love you. People don’t really say it enough and reserve it too entirely for romantic contexts. It’s weird--it’s not like we are wartime rationing love! And every time anyone says it to me it helps. It’s an affirmation that I am integral in some way to people’s lives which, in a society that so greatly valorizes marriage/partnership and children, is something I can be in doubt about.”

There are some things I like here, though, and that I would now like to reiterate and invite you, my far-flung friends, to do for my 2-year milestone. Never has the notion of “fellow feeling” in times of grief and depression hit harder or been more important than during covid. In a way, the nation (or even world) was forced into much the same position, emotionally and practically, that my cancer put me in. People are isolated, unable to perform “fine” and wondering if other people feel the same way, or even if any of us can take care of each other at all. I am here to tell you that you can. Maybe not immediately but--sooner than you think--you can. Emotional reserves may be low but reaching out to support someone else can actually replenish them. You do not have to feel alone, or to feel, alone.

And for me, for this milestone and for the cancer-related depression that I certainly do have, I’d like to invite you to help me, so that I can do the same for you. I invite you to write something about how this milestone feels for you (either about me or not), how it relates to all the other insane things going on in the world or with you (not about me at all), how you felt on the original day when I shared my stage 4 diagnosis (definitely about me)--really anything that is on your mind or in your heart.

“Oh great,” you may think, “the English PhD has asked us to do homework!”. But no! It's up to you what you do. Write in whatever form you want, however long, even anonymously. And if you do I will write you back! Not with grades or comments, but with something to connect to what you shared. It is a way to create fellow-feeling; to open up, connect, heal. With me, yes, but also as the group of extraordinary people who have gone with me so far on this hard road. It’s a very different proposition to support someone through time-limited treatment with a good outcome than it is to sign on for whatever comes next. You are all, truly, pretty extraordinary.

Anyone who wants to send a note or reflection can email me or drop a file or post in this Google drive folder. Like I said, feel free to share whatever and do it anonymously if you’d rather. You can also askbox me here (better than DMS) or submit a post to this blog. (I'm taking a chance with open DMs for now...we'll see if that needs to change.)

I am grateful for all of you every day, but especially today.

Love, Bex

p.s. The title of this post refers to the cinematic classic "Monty Python and the Holy Grail," a film my high school self and friends loved. They, along with other wonderful folks. gave me a "cancerversary" cake with "Not dead yet, motherfucker!" on it this Sunday. p.p.s. The average life expectancy for people who get this diagnosis is 18 months to 3 years. Hitting 5 years would be extraordinary. Starting Year 3 is a huge deal and I have every intention of being extraordinary. (Never been average at anything in my life...I either succeed spectacularly or fail epically!)

[tokugou]

do you have your favourite tdbk fanfics? (share pls i'm out of things to readdd) ♡

Finn!!! I gonna try my best to share something and hope you gonna like at least one of them. Also I didn't have time to read anything for a past month (?) so I am not very up to date with new ones.

okokok I need to share this one first because it was written for me (well i requested it but it still counts!!)

the right kind of home by @dabibones​

“comfort food”

I will start with on-going I really liked so far (I need to catch up with them too)

love lies bleeding by twopinchesofcinnamon - the best setting I could ever ask for - Zombie Apocalypse AU

“We could. Y’know,” Red-eyes sucks his teeth hard, as if his own words physically pain him. “Compromise.” Shouto lets himself slip down the railing until he’s propped against it. “What do you propose?” “Easy,” he zeroes in, contemplating, and Shouto can’t quite decipher him anymore. “Split the food and go our separate ways. We never need to speak again. Deal?” Shouto tips his chin up at the clouds. He blows out a breath, counting to seven. “Can I get two thirds?” Or: a loner, a wanderer, and flowers that glow in the dark.

20:04 by redonthemoon - it is finished already but I still didn't finish it

He’s now lying on his floor, naked, listening on repeat to the same song trying to come up with an idea of what he is supposed to do. He has watched all the movies that are out there about the topic. He has even taken the car and drove as far as he could. He has even taken a plane to another country and landed there but the second the clock hit midnight, he woke up on his bed, alarm pounding and the same date: Friday, October 28th. He can’t do it anymore. He can’t repeat the same day over and over.

let's ignore my 200 tabs opened on my phone - to read later - cos I am lazy, so I went through my bookmarks to pick the ones I think are good (and not embarassing to share) - under read more because yeah there is a few

better late than never 

Bakugou and todoroki get hit by a body swap quirk, and physical contact seems to be the only answer to their predicament

My Hero Love Story 

After the two of them are spotted at a Valentine's Day hero convention while on a mission, Shouto gets the brilliant (and extremely bad) idea to pretend he and Bakugou are there on a date together. It's brilliant because it's the perfect cover story. It's bad because he's desperately in love with Bakugou, and Bakugou has no idea.

Whatever It Takes 

That one where Bakugou agrees to pretend to date Todoroki just to piss off Endeavor, and ends up falling in love instead.

Bam Went My Heart 

Bakugou Katsuki is 100% not on a date with Todoroki Shouto

A fishy deal

Bakugou Katsuki, a rebel spy, attends an auction and leaves with more than just intel.

better than myth

Amidst domestic disasters, the infernal water bill and the armchair in the shower, there was a comfortable rapport between them. Bakugou was falling disgustingly in love with it.  

The Energy Between Us Blossoms Colors In My Heart

Todoroki Shouto has always been a bit curious about his punk roommate with red hair tips, but he never had the opportunity to get to know him better. That's until they get assigned as partners for their university projects.

Teenage Rebellion

Shouto dye his hair

Can I Get A Name For Your Order?

Coffee Shop AU

i like you so much (what do i do?)

Katsuki is really good at what he does, except when Shouto's there. another coffee shop au

i wanna ruin our friendship

Todoroki and Bakugou make out, become friends, and fall in love, all in that order.

You Set My Soul Alight

When enrolling into college, Shouto thought he’ll be freed from under his father’s thumb, but that’s not true. Never was true. Even here his father is controlling his life. To be more specific, his dating life out of all things. After witnessing his roommate, Bakugou, arguing on the phone with his mother about significant others, Shouto gets an idea. They form a compromise. Shouto is tired of his father orchestrating dates for him and Bakugou wants his mother to leave him alone. Nothing could go wrong.

Sweeter than Victory

In which Katsuki sets out to slay a chimera, ends up hunting down an elusive, mystical flower, and encounters a nymph known for being beautiful and unattainable. He really needs to have a damn talk with the Fates. Or Aphrodite. Because seriously, what kind of bullshit quest is this?

Sorry (Not Sorry) For The Distraction

Bakugou Katsuki may have made a mistake. Not that he'd call it that, of course, but he probably should've thought more about what he chose to wear when he allowed Todoroki into his home to work on their shared case.

He just hadn't exactly anticipated that Todoroki would notice his piercings. Or more importantly, not shut the fuck up about them.

hope you think of me high, hope you think of me highly

Shotgunning

Raising the Steaks

Inasa serves dishes, Bakugou serves food, Camie serves customers and Shouto serves looks.

threadache

Todoroki asks Bakugou to make his outfit for the Met Gala - nothing is what it seams.

love you sideways

Katsuki is the undisputed King of the arcade until some asshole comes in and starts beating all his high scores.

Synergy

Katsuki, a top pro gamer, encounters a worthy and very irritating rival—who may also be about to become his teammate.

Bloom

In recent years, it's been assumed that the appearance of soul bonds has disappeared. Katsuki, a cocky pro hero, and Shouto, the barista at Katsuki's favorite coffee shop, are about to discover that's not quite true.

Upon My Back

the soulmate au where every time your soulmate cries a flower tattoo appears on your skin

Vampirism wasn't in the roommate contract

“You’re a vampire?!” “And you’re a werewolf. You don’t see me complaining even though-“ Todoroki’s nose scrunched, and Bakugou could feel the vein in his head about to pop. “If you say I smell, I’m going to kick you out right now, dead blood.”

The best kept secrets aren't secrets at all

In which, Todoroki dates the edgy chemical engineering student who keeps stealing his friends parking spaces and is only just learning how to get along with others.

i want you (to want me)

invisibilia (or voyeur, of the unwilling kind)

Hagakure Tooru is invisible, and that is sometimes a lot more trouble than it's worth.

Just One Bite

This particular fuckup begins when he saves a cat from a demon in a sketchy alley.

How To Lose A Costume Contest But Still Win At Life

Bakugou Katsuki was determined to win a costume competition with the most realistic werewolf costume he could feasibly put together.

Without Hesitation

The first time Bakugou told Todoroki he was in love with him, he thought he’d die.

did i say a few? i overdid it I AM SORRY but i do hope you gonna like/read a few of these, I liked them. Also thank you so so so much for the ask! It made me so happy no one ever ask about my favorite things it was such a nice thing to do!