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Gosh, I can relate to this.
I think about what fandom is a lot since I sort of lurk in a lot of spaces (until I feel brave enough to speak or share).
First off, the point of this addition isn't to guilt trip anyone, but to get people thinking about what community means. What inclusion means, and what engagement means. And how those are interconnected.
One of the crucial pillars of fandom, and the reason fandom exists at all is because of community.
Writing fanfiction and sharing it for free is about building community with one another. It's people who loved a show/movie/book enough that they wanted to play in the world longer, so they play together in that world with other people who love it too. That's what fanworks are -- it's people playing together in community because of a love toward a specific series/media.
But community requires communication. It requires building connections. It requries engaging one another.
I write long fics. In fact, adding up the word counts of my fics in AO3? It's well over a million words in two different fandoms. These are free novels written because the community had been welcoming at first and it had encouraged me to keep going.
But I made a mistake. Two of these projects (in two separate fandoms) I made into a series. Because of how each part in a series means the sequel gets less engagement, it feels like I'm watching a community dissolve, and that's painful. I don't get paid for this. It's all free, and part of the reason I went to fanfic writing was because of community.
Lack of engagement gives, often unintentionally, the author the message that they aren't really part of the fandom's community. At least not anymore (if they ever were).
Some say, "Well, don't write for your readers!"
Well, no, I don't write for my readers, but the act of sharing for free is me giving to the community and building up community.
But part of building up community requires people to give back in turn. Oherwise the community will fracture and fall apart.
The reason fandom exists at all is because of community.
It's the community part of fandom that has helped me to heal enough to write again, but when that community dries up or no longer engages with me, then what am I to do? I've lost that community, and if I continue to engage with it and get very little (if not nothing) in return, then at that point, I'm throwing my energy into a void in hopes for a scrap of community.
It ceases to fulfill the need. It leaves me feeling lost and alone. And finding out later how much people loved a fic I wrote but that fic received very little engagement? It tells me that I'm not loved as a person within the community.
I have watched and listen to people talk about how much it hurts when the work they put in so much effort in for the community gets little to no engagement. It often pushes them to engage less, to stop writing, and watching that happen? It hurts to see.
Community requires communication. Do not treat an fanfic author like a kiosk, where you grab the story and run. Treat them like they are part of your community. By doing so, by including them, you bolster their sense of belonging and are more likely to get stories in return.
Community needs to be reciprocal. And I fear fandoms are losing that understanding of what community is. They expect and sometimes demand more, but what are they doing to support that fanfic writer or artist? Are they engaging them and uplifting them within the community? Or are they not engaging them?
If you read an author's work and love it, include them in that community by sharing your thoughts in a comment. You don't necessarily have to comment on every chapter of a longer work (Though it is so lovely some do), but to at least offer up comments here and there to be inclusive of that author.
Engagement bolsters the community bond.
The lack of engagement breaks the community bond.
And that's a sort of grief. Us writers came for community and to share our love of the fandom with others. When we fail to be included in that community, it will hurt. It's a type of rejection that people may not even realize they are doing.
Community requires communication, and for fandoms, part of that communication is comments, kudos, (and gosh, even tumblr asks).
I hope that helps give people another perspective to consider.
Think it over. Think about what you'd like to give back to the creators in your community.
And please understand, if you can only give back one or so comments? That's okay and valid, and that too builds up community.
Even little actions matter.
Never think your small action doesn't matter or that your comment or kudos doesn't matter. It does. It helps build community too.
Thanks for reading. Be safe.
A writer friend told me something that broke my heart a little bit today; they're going to quit publishing their fanfic.
My instant thought was that they had been trolled or attacked or that something terrible had happened in their life because this person is so passionate about their writing. It wasn't any of that. Engagement with their works has been going down, as it has for many of us. Comments are like gold dust a lot of the time, and just looking through the historical comment counts on old fics on ao3 demonstrates this trend very clearly. It was not simply the comments dropping off which caused them to decide to stop posting, however.
My friend came across a discord server for their fandom (I should point out here that their fandom interest and mine diverged a couple of years ago, we stay in touch but don't currently read each other's posts because I'm not into their fandom and they would rather gouge their eyes out with a wooden spoon than read anything Star Wars) and specifically to share fic in that fandom. They joined, because we all love a good fic rec, only to discover that their latest multichapter fic, which has almost no comments and very few kudos, is being hotly discussed in this server as one of the best stories ever. Not one of these people has bothered to say this to them on the fic. When they asked, none of participants could see the point in telling the author of the fic they apparently loved so much that they love it.
This discovery has absolutely destroyed my friend's love of sharing fic. They share because they love seeing other people's enjoyment, and fic writers do that through comments and kudos/reblogs/likes because we don't get paid. There is no literary critic writing a blog post/article about how amazing the story is for us to copy and keep/frame. There is no money from royalties. All we have are the words of the people reading our works.
Those people on that server could have taken five minutes of the time they spent gushing about how amazing my friend's story was to other people and used it to tell the one person guaranteed to want to hear that praise how much they loved it. They could have taken a moment to express their opinion to the person who spent hours upon hours plotting, writing, editing, and posting those chapters. Instead, they deprived my friend of thing that keeps them sharing their writing, and in the process have killed their love of it. My friend now feels used and unmotivated.
I won't be sharing a link to their fic, they said I could share their experience but not their identity. I know they plan to post one final chapter. I know they intend to express their hurt at being excluded from the praise for the thing they created, and I know they intend to announce that as a consequence they will not be posting for a long while, if at all.
So please, I beg you, don't hide your love of a story from the writer. It's just about the only thing we have.
#Just some thoughts on fandom and community#what I think readers may not realize when it comes to what comments are within the fandom community#I need to be better about comments too so I'm reminding myself too#bird speaks
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Vander x Reader - 5 Years Later...(Part 2)
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Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of grief, feeling of dega-vu
You knew the Undercity wasnât the safest of places to go, at least thatâs what your father had always told you.Â
So why were you down here?Â
Because as much as you appreciated your fathers protectiveness, what type of friend would you be if you let one of your closest friends go down there alone?Â
A pretty shit one.Â
Which is why, despite the risks, you went with Jayce down to the Undercity.Â
Besides, seeing as you were training to be an Enforcer and Jayce was just a student at the academy it was basically your job to escort him and make sure that nothing happened to him; thatâs at least what youâd tell Greyson if she asked where youâd beenâŚand your parents, if they asked which you hoped they wouldnât.Â
âRemind me where weâre going?â You asked in a slightly hushed tone as the two of you turned a corner walking down a dimly lit alley, beforeÂ
âI need to get some supplies for a project Iâm working on,â Jayce answered simply; with an optimistic gleam in his eyes.Â
âWhat project?â you inquired, unable to keep your curiosity at bay; it had certainly been a while since youâd seen Jayce this excited about a project.
âItâs best I donât tell you, until I can get it working,â he replied; his answer only furthering your curiosity, but perhaps it was for the best for you to know as little as possibleâŚespecially if the academy wasnât aware of it, which by the seams of things, they werenât. The less you knew the better; though it still played on your mind as the two of you continued walking through the Undercity. Â
To most people the Undercity was just an underdeveloped land across the river, deep in the canyons, beneath Piltover, filled with misfits and thugs; but as you walked through the lanes of the Undercity, you couldnât help but admire the beauty of it.Â
The beauty of how vibrant the lights atop of the shops shone in the darkness; the difference of industrial architecture, making each building its own, if only in a little way.
It was different from Piltover, of course, but beautiful nevertheless.Â
Since you'd arrived down here you couldnât shake this feeling of deja-vuâŚlike youâd been here before.Â
It was odd.Â
Youâd never been down here; not once; so why did it feel so familiar?
You were so lost in your own thoughts that you hadnât realised Jayce had stopped walking until you walked into the back of him.Â
âSorry,â you whispered, hearing a small chuckle fall from his lips.Â
âLost in your own world again?â he teased, turning around to look at you.Â
You simply rolled your eyes at his comment and looked at the building youâd stopped outside; a pawn shop.Â
You shot Jayce a confused look; you didnât understand what this place had that any of the shops in Piltover didnât; except from some anonymity.Â
Down here no one knew him.Â
But that only caused the curiosity you had about his project to grow.Â
âStay out here, I wonât be long,â he said before disappearing inside the shop.Â
You went to follow him, before you heard a song in the distance, that halted your steps.Â
You knew it.Â
But you were certain youâd never heard it beforeâŚ
How did you know a song from the Undercity?Â
You turned on your heel, following the sound of the song; you knew it was risky, venturing off into the Undercity alone and you knew Jayce would be worried if he came back outside and noticed you gone, but you couldnât help it.Â
It was like your feet had a mind of their own and before you knew it, youâd come to the source of the music, it was a bar, or at least thatâs what you assumed it was seeing as it was called âThe Last Dropâ and had a logo of a tankard in the middle of the name.Â
��Why does this place seem so familiar?â you thought to yourself, your eyes narrowing as you stared at the building in front of you.Â
You were about to take another step, before you felt someone grab ahold of your wrist; instinctively your training kicked in and your guard went up, ready to fight.Â
That was until you saw that it was Jayce who was holding your wrist; he was panting slightly with a worried look in his eyes, âI thought something had happened to you.â
âIâm sorry,â you apologized, guilt washing over you, âI didnât mean to worry you,âÂ
âItâs okay,â he answered softly, tugging on your wrist slightly, leading you away from the bar, âLetâs just get out of here.â
And with that the two of you made your way past the pawn shop Jayce had been in, passing a little boy with white hair leaning against the wall, he had a proud smile on his face that was until he saw you.Â
You waved at him politely, confused about why he was staring at you; but the little boy said nothing, he just continued to stare at you, his mouth hanging slightly agape as you vanished out of his view.Â
All you could think about as you made your way back to Piltover was how strange today had truly been.Â
The deja-vu, the song, the bar, the little boyâŚ.none of it was making any senseâŚ.
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Vander hated seeing Vi hurt; he also hated that she was a mirror image of how he was when he was younger, so eager to rebel against the topsidersâŚbut it wasnât that simple.Â
Thatâs what he was trying to get her to understand.
Every action had a consequence.Â
He knew that better than anyone.Â
He was the one who was too stubborn to call off the uprising, because he wanted to show Piltover that they were worthy of not being left behind on all the grand new ventures Piltover were indulging in; and because of that, he lost so many people that were close to him.Â
But no ones ghost was more haunting than yours.Â
He just needed Vi to understand that violence wasnât the way to play this.Â
He knew Greyson would probably be paying him a visit soon; the kids, unintentionally, broke an agreement that heâd made with the current sheriff of Piltover, to keep a peace between topside and the Lanes.Â
A peace that was now hanging by a thread.Â
Once he was sure Viâs injuries were clean, he rose from the table and began putting away the supplies heâd used to clean her cuts.Â
âVanderâŚthereâs something else,â Vi began, halting Vanders movements and making his attention focus back on her.Â
âGo on,â he said calmly, though in his mind he was dreading the next words that were going to come out of her mouth; sheâd just been part of blowing up a building in Piltover, what more could there be.
âEkko saidâŚ.he said he saw Y/n,âÂ
Her words short-circuited his mind at the mention of your name.
âWhat?â he asked; thinking that maybe, somehow, heâd misheard what Vi had said.Â
âHe said he saw Y/n walking with that topside guy that came into the shop,â she repeated, noticing how Vanders eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to process her words.Â
âThat was partly why I went up thereâŚ.to see if she was there,â she continued, rising from her seat, walking over to Vander and placing her hand on his arm.Â
She knew how much Vander loved you.Â
She knew how much losing you broke him.Â
She knew how much losing you hurt both her and Powder; whoâd grown so close to you in the few years prior to the uprising.Â
Thatâs why she wanted to be sure that Ekko wasnât wrong; sheâd barely believed him herself when he first told her, but before the explosion happened, she was sure she heard your voice; but without actually seeing you, she couldn't be sure if it was you or if it was just the wishful thinking in her mind.
âSheâs dead, Vi,â Vander stated; his voice remaining balanced; although the look in his eyes showed a growing sadness.Â
âYouâve never believed that,âÂ
It wasnât a lie; he didnât believe it.Â
He mightâve said that you were dead; but Vi knew that deep in his heart, he had never believed it.
He never found your body; and without your body, he could still cling on to the hope that you were alive.Â
Vi never really understood why he couldnât believe your death was real; but now she knew that he was right all along.Â
âEkko got it wrong, it canât have been her.â
âVander, he knows what she looks likeâŚ.â Vi tried to counter, they all knew what you looked like from the photos Vander kept of the two of you; but Vander just went back to putting away the medical supplies before heading to the stairs.Â
âHe got it wrong,â he answered back, slightly harsher than heâd intended to,before leaving the basement entirely and heading to his own room.Â
He all but collapsed onto the side of your bed; his eyes landing on the photo of you he kept on his bedside table.Â
You were dead.
Thatâs what he kept telling himself.Â
Thatâs what he'd had to tell himself for the last five years to keep his own sanity.Â
But there was a little voice in the back of his head, a voice that reignited his failing hopeâŚwhat if you werenâtâŚwhat if what Ekko said was trueâŚ?
Vander didnât know what to believeâŚ.the memories from that day flooding back into his mind as the pain heâd felt re-entered his heart, tears fell from the Hound Of The Undergrounds eyes, as he tried to work out what to believe.Â
What if all these years youâd been alive?Â
Why were you in Piltover?Â
Why hadnât you come back to him?Â
Did you blame him for what happened on the bridgeâŚ.did you blame him for the deaths so many people had succumbed toâŚ?Â
Is that why you never came home?
So many thoughts were running through his mind; but even if his mind hadnât settled on a decision, his heart had; he needed to find out the truth.Â
And he would; just as soon as heâd smoothed everything out with Greyson about today's incident.
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Chills Right to the Marrow Part 52
ao3 link| part 1 . . . part 49, part 50, part 51
Wayne had a bed. The âFor Saleâ sign in the front lawn of the Harringtonâs house has a giant red âSoldâ sticker. Boxes fill the trunks of cars, and all the lights go dim. Every speck of life from that house, what little there was, is gone.
They were ready to move on. Move forward. Together.
There was no going back once his truck left this driveway. This would be the last time that he would ever live in a house larger than his own imagination. Larger than his dreams could afford. Living here was never permanent, but it was safe. A space that he came home to and felt at peace. Knowing that his nephew was there, alive, that there were people that cared about them. More than he thought they should, but they did anyway.
It was unbelievable, really. Knowing how many people rally together to help people they barely know. How Wayne deserved that, how he was able to get it at all, he will never know. Heâs still wondering when they will all up and leave daily. Heâs been fighting on his own for most of his life, he doesnât know what to do with the small army thatâs rallied behind him. Behind Eddie. Any of it.
When the key turns in the lock of his new home, it feels like the first time. Like it knows that this time he walks through the door, itâs permanent. Tonight, will be the first night of his new life. Almost a fresh start. He can hold it in his hands, but it doesnât feel real.
Steve and Eddie walk in a bit later. Steve with two duffle bags slung over his shoulders. Ever since Wayneâs known about them, theyâve hid their relationship less. Still a bit when the kids are around, but once you see it, you canât unsee it. He still has his worries, but they seem to be working together. Figuring it out as they go. Trying, failing, and trying again.
Heâs never seen them so happy. Not this kind of happy at least. As they walk down the hall to Eddieâs room, laughing about something that Wayne doesnât even know, it makes him smile. It brings a light to this house that only makes it shine.
Wayneâs room isnât anything special, plain walls and carpet flooring. But it doesnât matter. He has a door. He hasnât had one of those since Eddie moved in. He has a closet. A small closet, but a closet none-the-less. He has a space of his own, one he has no clue what to do with, but canât wait to find out.
The bed gets made; his clothes get unpacked. It still looks so bare, but itâs growing. Everythingâs growing.
For the past few months, it was one thing after another. Running so fast and hoping that everything was done right in between. There were so many mistakes, so many changes. So many things Wayne wants to take back but never can. His life changed, for worse, and for better. Funny how change can do that.
âWayne, what pizza toppings do you want?â Eddie yells from the kitchen. He had to make it through several walls now, they werenât in such close quarters anymore.
âThe regular,â he yells back. Hoping it was loud enough to hear.
The first night is good. The three of them at the kitchen table, laughing. Ready for something new. When Wayne went to sleep that night, it was the most peace heâd had in a while. Every little worry he had was put on hold. Let him finally rest, so he can continue with everything else tomorrow.
The doorbell rings in the mid-morning. Dustin waiting behind it with a casserole dish.
âMy mom sends her congratulations on the house,â he says, pushing the casserole in his hands. âIâd say this is the last of it, but that would be a lie.â
Wayne laughs, nodding for Dustin to come in. âIâm surprised you guys didnât throw a welcome party or anything. Thought you would be the group to do that.â
âEddie talked us out of it, said it wouldnât be what you wanted.â
âWell, heâs right. Can I get you anything?â
He shakes his head. âNo, Iâm heading over to Mikeâs. Weâre doing this summer campaign that he made with Will and itâs taking forever.â Heâs silent for a moment, before continuing, âI still canât believe you guys actually moved.â
âCrazy how life moves sometimes, right? Iâd never thought I be able to have a place like this.â
Thereâs a crackle coming from Dustinâs backpack, a muffled voice coming through.
âI gotta go, hope you like the casserole, but donât let my mom know that unless you expect a dozen more.â
Wayne follows Dustin out, grabbing the morning paper while he watches him bike away. Itâs crazy how heâs seen that boy become the shell of a person after that week, and slowly come back to the person he is. Not quite fully there yet, but close.
Itâs even crazier how the boys eventually emerge from Eddieâs bedroom and get food. How Wayne can just faintly hear the clink of mugs as they get coffee. The crash of dishes as they make something to eat. The noise used to echo through their little space before, now is muffled by the wall that separates them.
âPaperâs here,â Wayne says when he enters the kitchen, tossing it on the table.
âThank you.â Steve puts down his coffee to go and grab the paper, flipping to the ads about vacancies.
âAnything new?â Eddie asks, eating some cereal at the table.
Steve shakes his head. âNot yet, Iâll check the other ones when I go to work though.â
âGameâs on tonight, want me to tape it for you?â Wayne asks.
âThat would be great, thank you.â
Eddie groans. âThe fact that I live with two sports fans is something I never thought would happen.â
Wayne pushes off the doorway. âWell, youâve been living with one for years, so I think you can learn to deal with it.â
He leaves them to their breakfast, looking around to find something to do. Thereâre a few things he found at the thrift store heâs still trying to find the right spot to hang. A new shelf, picture frames waiting to be filled, a painting he liked. All things to help him make this the place he always dreamed, even if it was already there.
At night, when the door closes behind him and he lays in his bed, he can still hear the movement in the house. The patter of feet as they walk down the hall and the creaks of floorboards. The thump of Eddieâs can or his crutches. The water flowing through the taps, and the music coming from the room across the hall.
All of it, everything, was more than he ever dreamed. The people that stuck by him, stood up for his family, are now his friends. A community that welcomed him with open arms. His nephew is getting better. Learning how to manage his new life, in all the aspects of it. A person who not only opened his doors for them, but wanted to stay even when there wasnât enough to give back.
What started in uncomfortable hospital chairs landed him in a plush bed, in a house that is his own. Pain transformed into hope he couldnât even conceive. Life moved, and he moved with it. Funny how it landed him here, happier than heâs been in a long time.
A laugh forms in his chest, and he frees it.
âWhatâs so funny,â Eddie asks, walking over to the couch.
âNothing,â Wayne shakes his head. âNothing at all.â
Note: Wayne's pov is now complete. One more chapter of Dustin's pov before we start the epilogue.
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Soft Launch Competition - Suna x Reader
for @moochiwoochi for the Milestone Event Week 2
You donât want to be the one asking for it.Â
But with how much time Rintarou spends on social media, you shouldnât even have to, right?
âWhat are you doing, Rin?â You ask, cuddling into his side.
âScrolling,â he huffs out, swiping upwards one last time before putting his phone away to focus on you. âJust wasting time. What are you up to?â
âCuddling?â You offer and he pulls you further in, rests his chin on top of your head.Â
âI like that idea.â
âDo you-â You hesitate. âNever mind.â You grab the strings of his hoody and pull on them, hoping it will distract him enough.
But this is Suna and heâs got laser focus when he shouldnât, really.
âNo, no, what did you want?â
âNothing,â you push your lower lip out but heâs not buying it today, biting it but keeping his eyes sharp. You shouldnât have started what you canât finish.
âIâm hungry,â you decide. Itâs your best bet to push this away from you.
It works for a while, at least, because youâve been undecided on food before, weighing the options of different restaurants, eating and not eating late at night.
Rintarou knows you like that, so you have reasonable hope that heâll stitch it up to this.
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âNow,â he drags a fry through the ketchup on your plate and holds it up to your lips. âWhatâs on your mind?â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âLiar,â he drags another fry through the ketchup and taps your cheek with it, grinning when you move to pat away the ketchup stain. âStop.â
âOnly if you tell me whatâs going through your head.â
âThat youâre annoying is going through my head.â
âBoohoo, youâre so sad about it. Tell me.â
âNo.â
Rintarou grabs another fry and you know you canât win this one, you just know.
âFine,â you huff and he drops the fry with a winning smile. âI was wondering⌠whyIâmnotonyourinstagram.â
His smile does not waver.Â
âAh,â he nods. âI should have guessed that.â
âRight?â you nod, despite the anxious thrumming in your stomach. âWeâve been dating quite a while.â
âMhm,â he eats a fry and chews slowly. âYou know putting you on my Instagram is going to unleash hell, right?â
âWhat?â You furrow your brows. âNo, itâs not.â
âYouâve seen my posts, right? People follow me for my jokes.â
âAnd your thirst traps.â
âOh,â he blushes. âThose. Yeah. I do upload these for you, so.â
âLiar,â you tell him. âYou could just send them to me if that were the case.â
âBut whereâs the fun in that?â Rintarou grins, teasing you. âBesides, you havenât posted me either.â
âI was waiting for you to post first.â
âOh, are we scared now?â
âNo!â You pull your phone out and put it on the table. âBet?â
âOh, itâs on.â He waves his phone around. âWhoever posts first pays for the food?â
âWe already paid, itâs McDonalds.â
âNot today,â Rintarou scoffs. He means business now. âThis Sunday, big date. Loser pays.â
âFine,â you hiss, grabbing your phone. You already have the perfect picture saved. âGo.â
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You win by a measly five seconds and you suspect that Rintarou let you win, not that youâre going to complain.Â
Heâs got the bigger paycheck.
âLet me see what you posted,â you giggle, still high from your win.
âYours is cute,â Rintarou comments, turning his phone to show you your post, the two of you, sunglasses on, at golden hour.Â
âI kno- Rin! Whyâd you pick that?â
âWhat? Itâs cute!â
âItâs not cute, my shirt has stains on it.â
âAnd I still claim you as my girlfriend. Youâre welcome.â
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This hit way too hard. I came out to my mom late last year for similar fears. My parents aren't bad people, per say, and they love all of their kids - myself tentatively still included - very much. But it has always felt like there were strings attached. I told her that I'd been with my partner now for over a year and we plan to get married eventually. She said that while she and my dad would not shun me from the family, they would not be celebrating my relationship. Most of my family are very religious so I was amazed that I wasn't cut off on the spot because my parents had shunned my older sisters (who have since been welcomed back into family functions) for years on end for far less. I was proud of them for that and it showed growth and while I wasn't expecting them to be elated and jumping off the walls in excitement for me, I am sad that they will never be happy for me and that I've found someone I love, loves me in return, and that I want to spend the rest of my life with.
We spent our last Christmas with our respective families before moving out of state and neither my partner nor I were able to spend it together at each other's famiy homes because they are both incredibly pious and have forbidden the other from being at their house. So we are allowed to still be with our families on the condition that our partner is not with us. This just drove home even more the "loved with strings attached" aspect of family who isn't awful, but definitely not great.
"It's just so sad." This something my mom has always said about people who are LGBTQ+. Especially about my uncle, who has been married to his husband for three decades at this point, but I didn't find out by that he was gay until I was fifteen. He'd been a part of my life with his "roommate" who'd occasionally come to Christmas or other holidays. It just wasn't talked about because of the homophobia and essentially the homoerasur from my parents and their parents.
Whenever she would say things like that, I'd always think, "No, what's sad is that you think it's sad for people to love someone of the same sex. Or to realize that they identify as someone that they weren't originally assigned at birth. It is sad that you can't accept or respect people who have different beliefs than you and don't adhere to the rigid system you do, and you reject them on principal."
My only hope is that after my partner and I are married, my parents at least will allow me to bring my wife to family gatherings. Because I have every right to do that just as much as a heterosexual family member would.
To come back to what OP said, most parents of queer people usually aren't just straight forward good or bad, kind or abusive. It's very often some confusing and emotionally trying combination of "We still love you, but with conditions" and because of that you never know where the line is or what is safe to mention or talk about before they go off on you about "life choices".
Overall, having parents or family members who are passive aggressively "accepting" of your being queer is likely more far common than media shows and that aspect, as much as it sucks and is complicated, is still worth sharing.
I feel like we always see parents who are 100% super supportive allies, or parents who are horrible and cruel.  At least in media or in the most popular stories.  But I feel like that ignores just how many people have parents where you just have no idea?  And even if you think theyâll accept you on a surface level, you donât know if they have a breaking point.  Especially if you need to go on hrt, or request they change the way they think about and refer to you.  Sure theyâre liberal and all, or centrists, or âtolerantâ, but how far does that stretch?
I think most closeted LGBT+ kids live like this, wading around in the grey area. Â Iâd like it of more of us knew that was normal, Iâd like if we talked about it more.
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I would love to see the chain react to reader from the atla universe or just one that uses bending in the same way? Just using bending unconsciously and freaking them all out because of it.
I love Atla, I loved writing this! I didn't know what kind of bending you were expecting, so I did waterbending, I hope you like it.
A notice about orders; I'm doing them in order, so if yours takes a little longer, it's probably because I'm working on others, but they'll all be done! And I'm very happy with them too, don't worry about it, you can send them, I'm loving your ideas.
It was a hot sunny day, so much so that Chain mutually agreed to take a break to go into the nearby river. It was a calm river with a small waterfall that made a pleasant noise in the environment. Wild and Wind were the first to jump in, excited as children, well, at least one of them was one. I couldnât have been happier. You could say that the water is my territory, so on a day like this, being in cold water was paradise for me.Â
Little by little, the others started to enter the river too. It was easy for them, they could just take off their tunics and equipment and get in, while I had to temporarily separate from the group to change and put on a bathing suit, but that was okay, it didnât take long. Soon I was also entering the river to enjoy the sunny day.Â
The cold water touched my body bringing a welcome feeling of relief, cooling my hot and sweaty skin, but this moment of peace was short-lived after I felt a wave of water hit me directly in the face, followed by the sound of childish laughter. That brat. I imitated his attitude, pushing water with my hands towards him, hitting him with everything and stopping his laughter. The sailor still had the audacity to better himself with indignation, as if he hadnât been the first to start. I could hear the others laughing in the background too, but they didnât have the courage to get involved in this. Now it was war.Â
Soon the area of the river where we were became a mess of water being splashed in all directions incessantly. Until I could feel a particularly strong attack coming from Wind, and instinctively wanted to retaliate even more. The movements so natural to me happened without me even being able to think about it, soon a small wave, but bigger than any I could generate with my bare hands, appeared next to me and went towards the Sailor, strong enough to make him stay underwater for a few seconds, raising his head in surprise and confusion right after.Â
â Aha, I won! â I exclaimed excitedly, but my excitement died when I saw the lack of reaction not only from the sailor, but from all the boys. â What happened? Was I too harsh?Â
â How did you do that?! â Wind was the first to speak, coming towards me excitedly. Only then did I understand my mistake.Â
â Yeah, was that some kind of magic? â Wars asked, intrigued.Â
â Iâve never heard of magic like that. â Hyrule replied, looking curious and suspicious at the same time.Â
â Well, thatâs because itâs not magic. â I replied, creating even more doubts in everyone, who remained silent waiting for me to continue. â You know, you may not know much about the place I come from, but thereâs no magic there. On the other hand, there are people there who can have some control over one of the elements of nature, using specific movements. Weâre called benders.Â
Even when I tried to explain, they seemed terribly confused and incredulous. Of course, they already knew I came from a different kind of world, and had somehow ended up here through a strange portal, but Iâve avoided talking about my home to them, precisely because I thought it might be too much for them to take in. Just as it has been for me.Â
â So, you can simply control the elements of nature? â The Champion questioned, not very confident about it.Â
â Not all of them, and we call it bending. There are four main types of bending, water, fire, earth and air. People who have this ability can only bend one of the four, with the exception of the Avatar. â I canât tell if throwing all this information out was useful or just made the situation worse.Â
â Thatâs cool! â Wind exclaimed. â Show me more, thatâs really cool!Â
â Well, thatâs definitely interesting, could you demonstrate more of that? â Time asked, and I could tell he wanted to analyze it better.Â
â Yeah, what do you normally use it for? â Twilight was the next to ask.Â
â Well, waterbending can be used as a medicinal method, and each bending can be used for various everyday things, and for fighting.Â
â You mean you could have used it to fight this whole time and you just chose not to?! â Legend seemed indignant at that.Â
â Well... I already imagined it would be difficult to explain about this. â I replied, while using my bending again as they had asked me to, making a large ball of water float over the river.Â
â Cool. â Wild said. â Now that we know and you can use it, Iâm sure it can be very useful.Â
â Yeah, you said it has medicinal properties? That would be really good. â The Traveler questioned, receiving a positive answer from me.Â
â Guys, youâre forgetting the main thing! â Wind said, getting everyoneâs attention. â Have you thought about the games we can play with this?Â
Everyone snorted at the boyâs childish answer, when we expected something a little more important than that. I was afraid to talk about it with them, but they ended up being much more understanding than I imagined. Thatâs good.Â
â But I must admit that Iâm very curious about this too. Can you show me other things you can do? You said there are four main bends, does that mean there are other smaller bends? â Sky asked excitedly, and everyone seemed as curious as he was about the subject.Â
â Hey, this would be really useful for forging swords, can you help me next time I work on the Championâs sword? â The blacksmith was the next to ask, which created a gap for a flood of different questions.Â
â Can you close wounds?Â
â What exactly would an âavatarâ be?Â
â How does earthbending work?Â
â Can I be considered an airbender?Â
â How do movements influence this?Â
Soon, I was surrounded by curious blondes and being drowned in their curious questions. I think weâre going to spend a good amount of time on this subject.Â
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A little fix it fic cause the Zaun family deserved a better ending. Also, I just realized, this is my first Arcane fanfic, so I hope yâall like it!
Not Over Yet
âIs that singing I hear?â Caitlynâs voice pulled Vi away from the fire for a moment. Despite the teasing smile, she still tried to covertly look at the plate on the table beside her partner. The sandwich was half eaten this time. That was at least some progress.
âOh, yeah. Itâs just this..silly little song my mom used to sing to me and Jinx when we were little.â Vi laughed under her breath. It was still a little strange calling her sister that.
âBefore sheâŚyou know.â Vi looked back at the fire and shrugged, and she could see Caitlyn nodding slightly. The fire was a welcome distraction, but it still put her on edge. It reminded her too much of Vander dy-âŚof the accident. She swore she could see all their faces in the flames if she looked hard enough. All those she lostâŚor maybe she was just starting to see things too. Was this how Jinx felt all those years? That weird sense ofâŚof emptiness while never being alone? Like some ghost was always watching over her shoulder?
Well, it wasnât like she could ask her now.
âHow did the service go?â Caitlyn wrapped an arm around Vi and leaned her head on her shoulder.
âAlright.â Vi shrugged again, unable to pull her face away from the flames, âI donât know how I didnât break down by the time it was my turn to get up there and spew sappy shit.â
Caitlyn chuckled, a dry and bittersweet sound.
âI think little manâs taking it pretty hard. He couldnât even look me in the eye.â Vi recalled.
Caitlynâs brow furrowed for a moment as she took in Viâs words, trying to think of anything that would provide some comfort, ââŚI think Ekko just needs a bit of time. We all grieve in different ways.â
âOh yeah, cupcake, some people go crazy, and other people decide to play dictator and declare martial law.â Vi remarked with a playful glare. Caitlyn huffed affectionately and flicked a strand of Viâs hair, which in turn made Vi chuckle.
But then as soon as the happiness came, it vanished. It was so hard to be happy these days, with all that had happened.
âHave, uhâŚhave the reports come back yet?â Vi asked cautiously.
Caitlynâs eyes softened in sadness as she leaned forward to kiss Viâs cheek, âStill no signs of any remains in the Hexgates. Only the bomb shrapnels we were able to initially recover.â
Viâs jaw clenched ever so slightly and her eyes hardened for a moment. Damn it all, three times and they still couldnât find any sign of her family??? Werenât Enforcers supposed to be good at sticking their nose in stuff like this?
âHowever, I was looking at the schematics of the Hexgates, andâŚâ Caitlyn let herself trail off as she dropped a piece of paper into Viâs lap.
Viâs eyes narrowed as she looked it over, some of it made sense but some of it was just nonsense, âCupcake, what the hell is this?â
âIf you and I know anything about your sister, itâs that sheâs always two steps ahead.â Caitlyn pointed out, âThe Hexgates have plenty of air ducts that she couldâve used as an escape route and weâd be nonethewiser.â
Viâs eyes widened as Caitlynâs implication hung in the air. So Jinx and Vander could beâŚher family really could beâŚ
âIf sheâs alive sheâll turn up sooner or later. But we have a lot of work to do until that happens. For Piltover and for Zaun.â Caitlyn spoke softly, a gentle determination in her voice. Vi was helpless to the smirk that appeared on one side of her mouth. There she was, there was the Cupcake she knew.
ââŚAre you still in this fight, Violet?â Caitlyn couldnât help but ask. At her question, a fond huff escaped Vi. She turned to look at her partner with a smile as she interlaced their fingers together.
âI am the dirt under your nails, cupcake.â She declared, âNothingâs gonna clean me out.â
Caitlynâs eyes sparkled with love, and then she smirked playfully, âThatâs Sheriff Cupcake you you, creampuff.â
The couple shared another laugh as their forehead gently pressed together. For a moment, the world fell awayâŚit was just them.
ââŚcould you teach me that song?â Caitlyn asked.
Vi blinked in surprise, and then nodded, âYeah sure.â
Then she began to sing, âDear friend, across the riverâŚmy handsâŚare cold and bareâŚâ
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âDear friend, across the river, Iâll takeâŚwhat you can spareâŚâ
Jinx alternated between humming and singing as she steered the airship, just staring out at the horizon before her. She wasnât even sure how far away from Piltover they were now.
A familiar little shove pulled her attention away however.
âHeyy, do not distract the driver.â Jinx scolded, though her tone betrayed that she wasnât actually that serious. Not that she ever was.
Janna above, Jinx was more grateful than ever for that mischievous that little smile now. If Ekko hadnât saved Isha, then, wellâŚ
Jinx thought it best not to dwell on that. Or else Mylo might start up again and the last thing she needed was his smart mouth. Either way, she owed Ekko a solid for it. And of course, for helping her steal an airship.
Isha giggled and hugged Jinx, but still made a bit of a stink face as she saw Jinxâs hair.
âWhat, you donât like my new haircut?â Jinx teased, and rolled her eyes fondly when Isha shook her head.
âAh, youâre just mad cause you canât play jumprope with my braids for a while.â Jinx reached out and gently pushed Ishaâs helmet to cover her eyes for a moment. Isha giggled again as she pushed her helmet back up. Jinx stepped back and let Isha take the wheel.
âSooo, what next Fishbones?â Jinx pulled her shark rocket launcher out.
âWeâll do our laundry, wash the dishes, pay some bills, and get Isha into a good school!â Fishbones âspokeâ sounding rather excited about such mundane activities. Isha looked excited too as she steered, while Jinx looked incredibly annoyed.
âStupid dumb rocket launcher.â She muttered, giving Fishbones a firm smack. At the sound, a rough old growl was heard a few feet away. Neither Jinx nor Isha flinched, they were used to that sound by now.
âHey, donât worry, Vander.â Jinx set the rocket launched down and sat beside her adopted father, âWeâll find another way. We always do. In the meantime, Vi can relax a little playing housewife to the Hat Lady.â
Isha pulled a lever near the steering wheel of the airship and moved over to sit next to Jinx and Vander. After she was settled all snug and cozy in Vanderâs fur, she signed at Jinx.
âOh, you want me to keep singing, huh? MmmmâŚwell alright.â Jinx agreed.
âYou still havenât mentioned where exactly you plan on going.â Silcoâs voice could be heard, his hallucination lingering in the shadows by Mylo and Claggor.
Jinx smiled and shrugged in acknowledgement. She still hadnât quite figured that part out yet. For now, the top priorities were keeping Isha safe, and getting Vanderâs mind back.
This time, Jinx chose to ignore Silco for once as she sang, âWe raiseâŚno mighty towers, our homesâŚare built of stone, so comeâŚacross the river, and findâŚthe world belowâŚâ
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between the ride and the roses (4)
Pairing:Â Jungkook x (f.) Reader
Genre/Tags:Â biker/ motorcycle shop owner! jungkook x flower shop owner! reader, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, slow burn, angst, smut, fluff
Word count:Â 3.3k
Series summary:Â There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.
Chapter Warnings:Â forced proximity, jungkook is emotionally constipated, OC is clueless.
A/N: I really hope that fans of "Gilmore Girls" come across this story, because the town hall meeting scene is entirely inspired by the show. Iâve tried to capture the same essence and energy, so I hope you can envision it just like it's depicted in the series, with all the quirky charm and fast-paced dialogues etc etc. that said, I feel like things are about to take a dramatic turn. what do we think? ;)
part 4: mixing the grease with the soil
As the days slip by, the tension between you and Jungkook has become an unspoken constant, like the hum of a distant engine, always there, always humming beneath the surface. Itâs an unyielding stalemate neither of you seems willing to break, as if maintaining the distance is safer, easier, less likely to damage the delicate balance of your lives.
But then, without warning, subtle shifts begin to take place. Jungkookâs friends, once notorious for crowding your shopâs entrance with their gleaming motorcycles, now park further down the street. The loud laughter, the sharp revving of engines that used to echo through your workspace, disrupting your day, have faded into memory. The newfound peace feels like a long-overdue truce, and while it doesnât erase the tension, itâs a welcome relief.
Your encounters with his friends Jimin, Hoseok, and Yoongi have settled into something almost cordial. A nod here, a wave there, brief exchanges that are polite but still distant. Itâs enough to keep things civil, but when it comes to Jungkook, thereâs no such middle ground. You donât greet him, and he doesnât acknowledge you. Itâs a silent agreement to maintain the distance between you two.
Yet, for Jungkook, the distance isnât as simple as it once was. The quiet animosity, the unresolved arguments, the invisible barrier between you guysâthey all weigh heavier on him now. He canât put his finger on it, but your presence has started to linger in his mind in ways that unsettle him. It gnaws at him, a persistent whisper he canât ignore.
He finds himself noticing things he shouldnât. The way your hair falls into your face while youâre tending to flowers. The way your laugh rings out when your friends visit, lighting up your features in a way he can't help but admire. His eyes find you before he even realizes heâs looking, and it infuriates him how easily you captivate him, how effortlessly you draw his attention without even trying.
It started small. A passing glance as he worked on a bike outside his shop. Then, the details began to add up. Like last week, when he saw you laughing with your friends outside. Heâs pieced together their names now, after observing from a distance.
The man who visited your shop that day, the one who elicited the first genuine smile he ever saw on your face, is Taehyung. An artist, Jungkook suspects, given the occasional specks of paint adorning his clothes, arms, or sometimes even his cheek.
Then there was Namjoon and Seokjin or at least that's what he thinks their names are. Their exact roles in your life are a mystery to him, but they tower over most people with their astonishing heights and they mostly show up late, long after your closing hours, often bringing you food or whisking you away in their cars for reasons he can only imagine.
And then thereâs a girl, Juwon, who seems to frequent your shop the most. Sometimes she buys flowers; other times, she simply lounges inside, waiting for you to finish your work.
Jungkook feels ridiculous for how much heâs noticed. He shouldnât care about the details of your life or the people in it, yet he finds himself drawn to them, piecing together bits of your world from snippets of conversation and stolen glances. Even the sound of your laugh, carefree and genuine, has a way of pulling his focus no matter how hard he tries to ignore it.
It hits him in unexpected momentsâhow beautiful you look when you laugh, how your smile seems to brighten everything around you. And in those moments, he feels the tension between you two fade away, replaced by something softer, something he doesnât want to acknowledge. You look happy, and it stirs something deep within him, something he wishes he could suppress.
He doesnât know why it matters so much. Why does it bother him that heâs not the one making you smile? Why does it sting to see you so effortlessly connect with others when he feels so distant from you?
He always tears his gaze away, forcing himself to focus on the bike in front of him, but itâs futile. The image of your smile lingers, a persistent flicker in the back of his mind.
The ease with which you interact with the people around you only serves to highlight the chasm between you. Youâre kind, approachable, a natural at making others feel at ease. And Jungkook? He feels like an outsider, watching from the shadows, wrestling with feelings he doesnât understand and canât seem to shake.
Why is it so difficult to be around you? Why does everything feel so impossibly complicated? The questions haunt him, their answers elusive, leaving him restless and frustrated with a distance he doesnât know how to bridge.
But what you donât notice is the quiet way Jungkook has begun to weave himself into your life, his actions subtle, small gestures that he hopes will somehow make up for the things left unsaid between you two.
Like that one time you were struggling to move a heavy bag of soil into your shop and he pretended not to notice, yet somehow, when you turned around to get something else, it was already sitting inside, untouched by your hands. Or the way heâs started parking his bike just far enough away so that it doesnât block your view of the flowers from the shop window, as though heâs silently trying to make your space feel a little more yours, and a little less his.
He never says a word, never acknowledges the thought behind it. He simply continues working, silently apologizing in a way that only he understands.
And then thereâs the smallest, most hidden gesture of all: the way he wipes his hands clean on a rag before leaving the garage to walk past your shop at the exact moment youâre working outside. His steps slow just enough for you to think heâs passing through casually, but if you weren't so oblivious, youâd see the way his gaze lingers just a second too long on you, a silent question hanging in the air that neither of you have the courage to ask.
Itâs as if, in every small action, heâs trying to show you something... something you canât quite see, something he canât quite say.
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Itâs a quiet morning when Mr. Kwon, a man in his early 60s and also the town head, steps into your shop, his polished shoes clicking against the wooden floor as he heads towards the counter.
Youâve just finished arranging a fresh batch of daisies, their bright white petals catching the light. He adjusts his glasses, eyeing you with that steady, slightly intimidating gaze.
âY/N-ah...â he begins, his voice as measured as ever. âI wanted to remind you about the town hall meeting later this week, on Thursday. Itâs about the annual fair. Please be there.â he says calmly.
You raise an eyebrow, wiping your hands on a towel. âThatâs it? No more details?â you question, amused.
He gives a small smile, one that barely softens his usual stern demeanor. âThereâs more to discuss at the meeting, so just be there.â And with that, he turns and leaves as quickly as he came, leaving you wondering what exactly heâs got planned. You watch him walk towards the shop next to yours and you're quickly distracted when a customer walks in.
Right next door, Jungkook is having his own first encounter with Mr. Kwonâs business-like approach. Heâs just finished cleaning his motorcycle when the town head arrives in front of his shop, looking like heâs stepped out of a corporate boardroom.
âJungkook...â Mr. Kwon begins âIâm here to remind you about the town meeting this week, on Thursday. Itâs a big oneâplanning for the annual fair. Since youâre part of the community now, I strongly encourage you and your friends to attend. We need fresh perspectives.â he states, eyeing the rest of the boys behind him.
Jungkook blinks, taken aback. âWait, I donât even know what this fair thing isââ
âYouâll figure it out. Just be there.â Mr. Kwonâs tone is firm, his back already turned as he walks away, but he suddenly stops in his tracks, turning his head over his shoulder. âAnd wear something presentable. Itâs not a garage.â he says.
Jungkook chuckles faintly as Mr. Kwon left, his friends stifling laughter behind him. âPresentable.â Yoongi drawls. âYou gonna show up in a tux, boss?â he jokes, causing everyone to snicker.
As Jungkook continues with his work, his thoughts linger about this so called town meeting. It was his first time being summoned to one, and while he wasnât particularly eager to attend, Mr. Kwonâs authoritative tone made it clear it wasnât really optional.
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The evening of the meeting arrives, and you walk towards the town hall with Juwonâs arm tightly clinging to yours. âIf weâre late because you had to rearrange just one more daisy, Iâm blaming you.â you hear her say and you laugh. âRelax Juwon-ah." you reply, rubbing her hands that held your arm.âNamjoon said heâd save us seats.â you inform.
As you approach the town hall, the streets hum with excited chatter, the townspeople preparing for whatâs sure to be an eventful fair. Suddenly, the low rumble of motorcycles grew louder. Heads turned as Jungkook and his gang rode in, their bikes gleaming under the evening sun. They parked with an air of nonchalance, right outside the town hall, drawing curious glances and a few whispers.
âFirst time seeing the townies up close?â Yoongi teases Jungkook as they get off their bikes. âI guess." Jungkook mutters, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets as he waits for Jimin and Hoseok to take off their helmets so that they can head inside.
While the bikers still seemed to be parking their bikes, you and Juwon were already inside the hall. You instantly spot Namjoon, Seokjin, and Taehyung, eagerly saving two seats for you and Juwon. They wave you over once they see you, their faces a mix of impatience and playful annoyance.
âWe got prime real estate!â Seokjin declares, gesturing to the front row. âMore like you just wanted to be close enough to whisper critiques about Mr. Kwonâs tie.â Namjoon says dryly. "Someone has to keep the man humble.â Seokjin quips, shrugging.
You and Juwon take your seats and just as youâre getting comfortable, Taehyung grins. âSpeaking of critiques, how long do we think itâll take Mrs. Han to bring up her pie-eating contest again?â he asks, stifling a laugh. âIâm giving it five minutes. Namjoon replies as he holds up his phone. âStarting the timer now.â he chuckles.
Once Jungkook steps into the hall, he finds himself slightly out of place among the vibrant crowd of familiar faces and lively chatter. His eyes instinctively scan the room, landing on you and your friends seated in the front row. You laugh at something Juwon says, your eyes crinkling with genuine amusement, while Taehyung playfully argues with Namjoon about something he can't quite hear.
Jungkook feels a strange pullâyour energy, so warm and lighthearted, stands in stark contrast to his own awkwardness in this unfamiliar setting. His gaze lingers for a moment too long, enough for Yoongi to notice and nudge him. âSpot something interesting?â he teases, smirking.
Jungkook shakes his head quickly, looking away. âJust taking it all in.â he mutters, though the faint flush on his cheeks betrays him. He follows his friends, as they all take their seats somewhere in the middle of the hall.
The room fills with excited chatter, the buzz of anticipation thick in the air. People whisper eagerly about the fair and what it will bring this year. As Mr. Kwon takes the stage, he adjusts the microphone and clears his throat and everyone falls silent, waiting for him to start.
âGood evening, everyone.â he formally begins, his voice commanding. âThank you all for coming. As you know, the annual town fair is upon us, and tonightâs meeting is about planning and assigning tasks. This year, weâre aiming to make the fair even betterâmore organized, more collaborative, and, hopefully, more memorable.â He pauses to scan the crowd.
âNow, I know some of you have suggestions...â His gaze lingers pointedly on Mrs. Han, who immediately raises her hand. âMr. Kwon.â she begins, her voice carrying. âI really think itâs time we bring back the pie-eating contest.â she says, standing up.
Mr. Jung groans from the other side of the room. âFor the last time, Mrs. Han, the clinic is not sponsoring antacid tablets for everyone!â he says, his nose twitching. âMaybe if you baked better pies, fewer people would need them.â Mrs. Han shoots back, earning a ripple of laughter from the crowd.
âOkay, okay!â Mr. Kwon interjects as he holds up his hands. âLetâs keep this civil... or as civil as possible.â
Namjoon leans over to Taehyung. âThree minutes. Sheâs getting faster.â he whispers as they both cover their mouths, not wanting Mr. Kwon to catch them giggling like children.
Mr. Kwon clears his throat, signaling for everyone to settle down. âWe need to make this fair something special. This yearâs theme, âA Night in Stardust,â is all about wonder and magic. We want the fair to be an experience that stays with people long after itâs over." he announces.
"âA Night in Stardustâ, huh?â Taehyung whispers. âSounds like something out of a sci-fi romance.â he says while Namjoon smirks. âOr Seokjinâs poetry journal.â he jokes. Seokjin feigns offense as he dramatically clutches his chest. âExcuse me, my poems are classic.â
As Mr. Kwon continues, he outlines more exciting events, including a fortune-tellerâs tent, carnival games like ring toss and a scavenger hunt, handmade jewelry booths and various other things along with a stargazing dome to tie in with the theme.
At the mention of the fortune-tellerâs tent, Seokjin laughs. âLast year, she told me Iâd meet someone tall and handsome and that they would save me from a storm that was supposed to ruin my life.â you hear him say. âTurns out it was just Namjoon holding an umbrella when it rained heavily that one night in September.â The room erupts into laughter, Namjoon included.
âAnd weâll also have the hammer strength game. Letâs see if anyone can beat Taehyungâs record.â Mr. Kwon adds as Taehyung grins smugly, while Namjoon mutters something about âunfair leverage.â
âLetâs not forget the stargazing dome.â Mr. Kwon continues. âWhere weâll have a real view of the stars... no glitter, no tricks, just pure, unfiltered stardust.â The crowd applauds, everyone eagerly imagining the magical experience the dome will bring.
As the meeting continues, Jungkook watches the people around him with quiet fascination. He notices how easily they laugh and joke with each other, their voices filled with warmth and comfort. Everyone seems so relaxed, as if theyâve known each other for years. His attention shifts to you and your friends.
Heâs especially taken aback by how involved all of you are in the conversation. You and your friends arenât just listening; you're actively participating, cracking jokes, teasing one another, and sharing in the laughter. Each one of you adds something to the mix, whether it's a funny remark or a playful comeback.
The easy way everyone interacts with one another catches Jungkookâs eye. Itâs not just about the words being said, but the bond they share. There's a warmth in the room thatâs impossible to miss. The sense of unity is so strong that itâs almost like a shared heartbeat among the townspeople. He canât help but smile at how effortless and natural it all seems.
As he watches, it finally clicks for him... this is why the town fair is such a big deal. Itâs not just about the rides or the food stands or the games. Itâs about the connection between people. The fair is their time to come together, to celebrate their friendships and shared history.
Jungkook realizes that the fair is more than just a traditionâitâs a celebration of the townâs unity. Itâs a chance for everyone to bond, strengthen their ties, and create memories together. In that moment, he understands the deeper meaning of the fair, and he feels a sense of appreciation for the way this community truly values each other.
As the laughter fades, Mr. Kwon clears his throat, signaling the shift in the meeting's tone. "Alright, time to assign tasks for the fair." he announces, looking around the room. His gaze moves around as he begins assigning tasks to various townspeople.
Your friends Taehyung and Namjoon are responsible for setting up all the games, while Seokjin is responsible for the food stalls and making sure all the stalls have everything they require. Juwon is in charge of the performances as she's needed to choreograph a dance for the little kids.
Mr. Kwon continues his rounds of assigning tasks here and there. As he goes down the list, you shift in your seat, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. When he finally comes to you, the room quiets, all eyes turning in your direction.
"Y/N-ah." Mr. Kwon starts with a smile. "Your shop will be in charge of the decorations... think glowing flowers, twinkling vines, anything that will transform this fair into something magical." he says.
You nod, a little taken aback by the responsibility, but youâre ready. The pressure is real, but you canât let it show. "I wonât let you down." you smile, even though the weight of the task settles in your chest.
"And..." Mr. Kwon continues, his eyes now flicking to Jungkook. "Since your shop is right next to Y/Nâs, Iâm assigning you both to work together. Jungkook, you and your friends will handle all the logisticsâsetting up tents, building stages, and making sure everythingâs in place and all that. You two will be coordinating directly."
A hush falls over the room. Whispers ripple through the crowd as the news sinks in. You glance at Jungkook, who shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His expression is unreadable, but you can feel the tension in the air. Itâs clear heâs not thrilled about the arrangement, but thereâs no backing out now.
Seokjin leans towards Juwon, his voice low but just loud enough for you to hear. "Oh, this is going to be fun." he whispers, and Juwon chuckles, eyeing you.
You catch Jungkookâs gaze for a moment, his eyes lingering on you a bit longer than expected before he quickly looks away. Itâs clear neither of you are particularly excited about working together, but the task ahead is unavoidable. Though there's an invisible wall between the two of you, you both know you can't avoid each other forever.
"Is everyone okay with this?" Mr. Kwon finally asks, scanning the room with a hopeful smile. "Remember, weâre all in this together to make this fair a grand success. Letâs show these other towns how we do things here !!" he laughs as everyone else in the room, nod in agreement, their energy buzzing with excitement.
For most, itâs just another fair, but for some, itâs an opportunity to come together and create something truly special. Jungkookâs eyes briefly meet yours again, and for a moment, the weight of the responsibility settles in. Neither of you speak a word, but thereâs a quiet understanding that the next few days are going to be full of surprises and challenges.
As the meeting wraps up, the lively chatter and laughter return to the room. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, you canât help but feel the tiniest flicker of annoyance, nervousness and excitement. The fair will bring more than just stardustâit will bring a new chapter for you and Jungkook, whether either of you are prepared for it or not.
<- part 3
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I thinkâŚI donât know, the context of these three screenshots are kind of wonky.
Midwest Indigo - Heâs home and he wants to be there and wants something to be happening, but instead itâs hard to be home. Kind of like how, in freezing cold Ohio after a long bleak winter, the sunshine should probably be a welcome thingâbut instead itâs uncomfortably bright. And theyâre on a frozen lakeâif the sun thaws it out, thatâs going to be even more uncomfortable.
Snap Back - Heâs in a garage where heâs been alone, pondering the space between losing-progress and a fresh-start (which is what shaving your head looks like) and then heâs not alone anymoreâsomeone is coming into the garage. Theyâre going to see what heâs done to his hair, and, whether for bad or good, theyâre ending that moment he was having, where he pondered it all. The moment is over when the lights come in. Plus, the lights are bright in a way that looks like heâs exposed, like a convict caught in a spotlight or a naughty kid whose hiding spot has been found.
Next Semester - He was losing himself in the music, which is describing a momentâso again, lost in a moment. Then the lights are too bright and they remind him of another time when, lost in a dark moment, headlights brightly illuminated what he was doing. And almost ran him over. And he was kind of welcoming their approach because it meant he could get out of the life he was in, even if that would obviously hurt him. At least in Next Semester, the lights are followed by a voice telling him to get out of that dark moment, get out of harmâs way.
I guess the pattern is:
Miserable Moment Where Youâre Stuck Thinking About Where Youâve Been vs. Where You Wanna Be -> Moment is Interrupted by Bright Lights, Which Are Uncomfortable Because They Expose You & Could Kill You -> Ultimately The Lights Are Good Because You Need to Get Out of That Miserable Moment Whether Itâs Uncomfortable Or Not, & Lights Can Move You Forward
You canât kill the Old You til the Old You is exposed. A fresh start doesnât come from avoiding truth. Once itâs exposed by light, it can also be burned up by lightâthen, start fresh.
At the show I went to in Raleigh, Torchbearer kind of appeared out of nowhere (in character) and brought his torch to the B-Stage where Tyler had been singing nostalgic songs, and Tyler got into character, looking grim and interrupted and uncomfortable, and then Torchbearer (holding that natural light) gave Tyler the Clancy jacket and he put it on and they went to DEMA to fight.
So. You know. The light seems harsh and unavoidable and uncomfortable in each of these music videos, but I think itâs actually supposed to lead to something good, even if that good is currently seen in a feared and uneasy perspective.
âThis is the verdict: Light has come into the world, but people loved darkness instead of light because their deeds were evil. Everyone who does evil hates the light, and will not come into the light for fear that their deeds will be exposed. But whoever lives by the truth comes into the light, so that it may be seen plainly that what they have done has been done in the sight of God.â (John 3:20-21)
After all, what is Blurryface? Insecurity. And insecurity is self-focus. And self-focus loves to over-analyze âWill I ever get this right or will I always fail.â That type of analysis is actually just pride, trying to âget betterâ in your own power. âNobody needs to see how messed up I am, they just need to see me fix it.â Insecurity. But the Light exposes everythingâhow messed up you are, and how you need Help to fix it.
Maybe this is wishful thinking.
But please oh please if the Light is representative of God, I hope it shows Him off the right way.
âI can feel the light shine on my faceâ
#verbally processing#twenty one pilots#theory#lore#Clancy#dema#twenty one pilots lore#meta#next semester#Midwest indigo#clancy#torchbearer#Snap back#the line#the line arcane#clique
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Hi! Welcome to a cozy haven, made for YOU! đ
I made this because I want to offer a place for people who feel despised in fandom to take refuge. Specifically, people who have been, are being, or even fear being dogpiled/ostracized for their art, fan interests, or association with anything accused of being ""proship"".
And to be clear right off the bat: I generally understand "proship" to just mean the belief that one can indulge in fiction about horrible things without necessarily being horrible themselves. Proship is a belief. But a lot of people accuse things of being "proship" too (for example, calling a fictional pairing "a proship" or calling the act of indulging in taboo kinks "proshipping"), because the people who attack what they perceive as "proship" believe that proship means "content that endorses pedophilia/incest/abuse/etc." and/or "supporters of those things".
And frankly, at this point, the label is useless, but I just want people to know, in no uncertain terms, that this is absolutely not an, "uwu you were criticized for being a child predator, lemme support youwuwu" blog. I especially have to make this clear because some of the people I intend to give support to do not identify as proshippers, so they might genuinely have a different interpretation of what that word means and then get the wrong idea of what I'm saying, ya know?
Anyway!
You do not have to be a proshipper or enjoy taboo fiction to send an ask. In fact, I made this with neutral- and anti-shippers in mind, because fandom bullies absolutely do not discriminate. I've seen them attack totally sfw, non-shippy art. I've seen them attack other "antis". And I know there are some people out there who are mostly in anti circles and are afraid of stepping out of line. I know there are people who do not like dead dove content and have no desire to make it, who still get attacked. People who actively go after others to appease their friends, and still get attacked. People whose first language isn't English, who get attacked for not conforming to American cultural standards.
But here, you are safe from all of that.
You do not have to out yourself. You can give as much or as little detail as you want, to keep your identity safe. And I will listen and be here for you, and try to provide links to other understanding spaces too.
Whether you want to vent about being in a sticky situation with your friend group, or want advice or new perspectives, or want to send positivity to other followers of this blog, or if you just want me to share your GoFundMe or something... I'll try to give everyone a spot!
Unfortunately, I do have to set some boundaries so that I don't hurt myself. I wish there didn't have to be any limits on how much support I can give you, but I can't emotionally handle talking people through things like a therapist would. That's why I chose to make a blog instead of opening my DMs. Asks and Answers are my sort-of middle ground. For that reason, I can't have extended conversations about this in DMs, but I will answer your asks with as much care as I can.
I want to reach out and help, I really do. But I'm just as messed up as everyone else and I need to take care of myself, or else how will I even help others? ovo
If you also have friends who will support you for who you are, I strongly encourage you to reach out to them too! My friends and loved ones have been wonderful to me when I've gone through awful times, and even when I've made genuinely bad mistakes, and I've made massive strides in self-improvement partially due to their support!
Thank you for reading, and welcome to the blog!
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Here's a set of resources for people who have been harassed online.
For proshippers, there's a server called Profiction Hub that directs to other servers, all of which are proship-friendly, but may have other rules that don't fit your needs (such as some being anti-endo and some having a maximum age cap). Only some of them have either of these rules btw. One server is even open to neutral-shippers as well.
#pinned#introduction#support#positivity#fandom#anti harassment#help#proship#antiship#neutralship#I at least hope this is welcoming to people ^^;#I'm not trying to claim to be a âsafe adultâ or a âfandom momâ#I simply get sad when I see people getting harassed so I wanna give them a place to talk about it#just wanna help!
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Small detour of what I usually post, but I absolutely wish (other) clown the best of luck during these confusing and almost hopeless times- nobody knows how to deal with such amount of attention in such short amount of time- a blessing and a curse to behold
#Seeing their posts absolutely shattered me#I may never be able to relate to how heâs going through rn but at least I can relate to the fear of living in absolute fear#the fear of unable to be yourself in your own home with creative and personal freedom#The fear of being terrified that the thing that gives you the most innocent happiness will be heavily demonized and threatened#The fear of getting caught doing something you love and being yourself with your found identity#The fear of destruction#I relate heavily to this and to feel you are going to be caught doing anything that isnât a crime hurts#I wish him safety and love during these stressful days#Heâs brought so much joy to my life that I must keep private irl too#Whatever he decides for the fandom I will fully support it#I will still continue posting of course unless he wishes otherwise#If he sees this (which I doubt) hey other clown lmao- you are loved and not alone#It may be scary but you are not alone- you will never be alone#There will always be people out there who love you and there will always be those who are not even worth giving time of day#The internet is both a blessing and a cruel cruel unforgiving place#I hope it doesnât deter you from doing what you love and hold dear#I hope you have anyone you can be with online or in irl that can give you the comfort you need#You deserve peace and security#Do what you feel is best#Welcome home
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Dear new followers,
Change your avatar, put anything in your title! Did you know that when lurking here, you can just hit the reblog (two arrows) button to keep a copy of the post/art on your blog and turn your blog in a scrapbook of stuff you liked? It works a lot better than just liking a post and makes people who post stuff happy! (you can also search your blog to see those posts again later that way!)
And if you made a side blog to be active on instead, know that your main blog is the visible one in follow and like notifications, so make sure to check that too!
#hello new people! welcome and take care!#and sorry to people who have been here for a long time i know i've been making too many posts about this#this is the last one though (and i hope the ridiculousness made you smile at least)#i'm pining it and will stop worrying about blocking real people because i can't#do you know how many default empty blogs follow me on the regular? which i know for a FACT are mostly bots with real people sprinkled in#and this is my SIDE ACCOUNT. which means i have to block them MANUALLY.#and that's enough work without feeling guilty about blocking maybe people maybe spam on top of it#your destiny is in your own hands#nawy's comics#nawy's edits#nawy's art#nawy's doodles#nawy's 3d#bsd#for visibility sorry#important
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Read "Infinity welcomes careful drivers" and "Better than life". And I don't regret it for a second, it was a worthwhile experience.
But. Who on Earth recommends them as comedy books. They do have some funny and even hilarious moments, but overall it's such an upsetting read. Genuinely.
Like sure, it's absurdist and some weird/dumb shit happens and there's some quirky narration, but evidently my brain is very good at suspension of disbelief, so those bits don't really give a tonal whiplash, and it has the full ability to focus on the parts where the main characters are going through some kind of torture carousel of horrors and have horrible things happening to them constantly.
And I heard the next books are even worse in that regard, especially Last Human. I'm still gonna read them, probably, but maybe like a few months down the line, I don't think I would be able to handle them right now.
Maybe I should have listened to the audiobooks, maybe hearing human voice would have offset some psychological damage.
#infinity welcomes careful drivers#better than life#red dwarf#I'm kind of embarrassed that they got me so bad lol#if I'm honest#I'm sure when I reread them in five years time I would be wondering why that happened & find them absolutely hilarious#but rn this is the most genuine reaction that I have#I mean I *could* try reading Last Human rn. Maybe it'll actually make me throw up. That'll at least create an anecdote I can tell people#EDIT: I hope it's obvious that even though the books had upset me I don't think it makes them bad. Can't even say I didn't like them#I just happened to have experienced an emotion
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THE FERRARI LIVERY IS SO FUCKING DISAPPOINTING IM GOING TO SOB đ "homage to old f1" MY ASS THE OG LIVERY DID IT BETTER đđđđđđđđ is it an homage to old ferrari or hp be fucking for real rigbt now
#died feb 7 born may 1 welcome back disappointing livery#im talking abt the pink camo that alpine teased btw#girl do NOT hype up ugly ass liveries it gets peoples hopes up#at least alpine was mediocre#ferrari livery is just ugly as hell#i say this as a tifosi#my god we're not going to be winning any races soon cant wr at least keep our dignity#ferrari#f1#formula 1#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#miami gp 2024
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X reader fics are getting tiring. If theyâre nsfw they always have reader doubt he can dominate them because heâs disabled and then he needs to prove himself itâs TIRING.
Iâm glad this felt like a safe space to come out and say this. I do my best to make sure that isnât a sentiment that readers come across in my fics. Even though my specialty and favored NSFW topic are submissive men, Iâve found myself really enjoying dom Viktor, so I feel like I can kind of speak from both perspectives.
I agree with the sentiment that many (not just x reader) fics that portray him as submissive often approach it from the angle of his insecurity which some writers assume would stem from his disability. The thing is, though, that doesnât really⌠seem to be a source of insecurity for him, so it feels both out of character and at the very least vaguely ableist.
I also agree that the inclusion of the reader doubting him just because he uses a cane/crutch is⌠not great, to say the least. I think something like that is a telling sign of ableism that goes beyond just internalized. And is probably something the author should take a hot second to work through.
Of course thereâs bodily limitations that come with a physical disability, but I really donât think Viktor would approach them from a place of feeling broken or incapable. Thatâs not how he approaches anything in his life. It feels much more healthy and in character (and engaging as a writer) to include workarounds, or even just make him dominant in a power bottom and/or pillow princess kind of way. Thereâs a lot you can do with Viktor and his disability in NSFW contexts, as long as you take the time, patience, and care to stay true to his character and have fun with it.
#i definitely did not cover all aspects so anyone is welcome to make additions as long as they are civil#friendly reminder that i also am physically abled and have a lot to learn myself still#but i like to believe ive been doing a good ish job so far#also people are not ready for this conversation BUT#some portrayals that go all out on Viktor having a fucking horse cock or whatever feel like they are desperately trying to ââcompensateââ#for his disability#am i making sense here#obviously write him w a giant yogurt slinger if thats what gets you going but in some fics it gets treated like his redemption and itâ#doesnt sit right w me#anyway anon thank you for starting an interesting discussion and giving me a place to express some more thoughts#i hope this at least brought SOME comfort and or consolation#dicax answers
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kieran and javier finding moments or even seconds of domestic bliss in canon pls
my friend i have scoured, deep sea dived, deep cleaned, poker all-inned and i have never once in my rdr2 career ever been able to find a positive interaction between them in canon. i didnât think they even had ANY for the longest time until someone found one and its literally javier threatening kieran ⌠which i would personally not categorize as âdomestic blissâ. i think our best bet for canon content is crossing our fingers and praying that the ai for them in camp has them sit next to each other momentarily
#unless i misunderstood the ask#we javieran shippers are running on slim pickings#talk about rarepair 𤊠weâre on-par with the people who ship characters who have never actually even met in canon#i can make some times up though if youâd likeđŤś#like that time that arthur rejected javierâs invitation to go fishing and the way javi deflated gave kieran the courage to offer to go in hi#s stead. because javi looked like a wilted flower a wet cat a kicked puppy and kieran felt his chest hollow out and he could never live with#the guilt otherwise if he didnât at least offer#or when javier plays his guitar next to the scout campfire a night a week so that kieran gets a front row seat (at the early stages of this#javi says its âjust so he can practice away from prying earsâ) (kieran believes him but still feels special and grateful to get to be The On#e who gets to hear and see what no one else is allowed to)#or when javier strained a listen from his tent when kieran was telling sean his life story#like literally if you walk over as arthur you can see javi looking over towards the campfire where they are (obvious lie)#or that time in clemens point where after theyâd just got done with a fishing date the night prior that no one knows about#javi is fishing on the bank next to camp and kieran is leading the gangs horses to the lake for a drink#and they make eye contact#and giggle and giggle and giggle#did this help ??? welcome to my mind palace#i really hope i didnât misunderstand ur askđ#THANK YOU FOR SENDING ONE THPUGH TO GET AN ASK ABOUT JAVIERAN IS LIKE GOD PERSONALLY VOMING DOWN TO SAY HELLO YO ME#hello !!! and iâm waving back oh so happy#rdr2#text#idk if i should tag the characters#iâll tag the ship for account organization#javieran#hero's yelling at folks again#(i think thatâs my ask tag ?? i forgor)
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