#I haven’t played OE in a really long time…

[namakes]

This doesn’t matter at all but it kind of bugs me they translated it as both Kamabo Co. and Kamabo Corporation because Co. is short for Company. If you want it to be Corporation it’s supposed to be Corp.

[cherryistired]

Speaking of octo expansion….

I can’t explain why, but I think my reaction after fighting agent 3 is funny

[thelastspeecher]

Best Revenge AU - Closure?

I have to go to work soon, so quick summary: angst.  Complicated emotions and relationships.  Max revealing that he’s not as much as a dick as he seemed.  Enjoy.

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              Max waited patiently in the back of the classroom for the kindergarten teacher to introduce him.  One of his favorite things about being a hero was coming to school classes to tell them about what he did.  And kindergarteners were always the best audiences.  Their wide-eyed enthusiasm was infectious.

              “All right, kids, today, we have a special guest!” the teacher said cheerfully.  “So, everyone go to the back and sit on the rug!”  The kindergarteners obediently got up from their chairs and went to the back of the room, where they sat on the rug in front of Max.  One child raised her hand.  “Yes, Lisa?”

              “Who’s the guest?” she asked.

              “We are very lucky today!  Our guest is the famous hero, Richter!” the teacher said happily.  Like always, the children clapped and cheered.  Except for one.  A small boy sitting at the front.  The boy frowned at Max.

              “Ew,” he said, crossing his arms.  The teacher frowned, visibly confused.  “Hewoes-oes awe icky.”  Max opened and closed his mouth a few times.  The boy had a heavy lisp and stutter, but as someone who’d had a speech impediment when he was young, Max had no difficulty understanding the child.

              “What makes you say that?” he finally asked. The boy wrinkled his large nose.

              “Hewoes-woes-woes awe n-n-n-no good,” he said firmly.

              “Junior,” the teacher warned.  “Be polite.”  The boy – Junior – stuck out his tongue.

              “N-n-no!  They awe smewy!” he insisted.  “They don’t-don’t n-need powite man-n-n-news.”

              “Stanley Pines Junior, if you don’t stop being disruptive, I’m going to talk to your parents,” the teacher said.  Max’s blood ran cold.

              Of course.  Junior’s nose was unmistakably the one that ran in the McGucket family, while his stutter was the same Angie had until she was six.  This must be the child she was pregnant with the last time I saw her.  Junior smirked.

              “Okay,” he said.  He looked directly at Max.  “You awe bad and stin-in-in-inky.”  The teacher opened her mouth.

              “It’s okay,” Max said quickly.  He smiled at the teacher.  “I can handle a heckler.”  He straightened.  “So, do you kids want to know what it’s like to be a hero?”

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              Other than his ex-wife and archenemy’s son heckling him at the beginning, Max’s presentation went well.  Afterwards, while parents were coming by to pick up their kids, the teacher pulled Max to the side.

              “I’m sorry about Junior being disruptive,” she said.  “He’s normally the most well-behaved student I’ve ever had!  I have no idea what came over him.”

              “It’s okay,” Max said.  He forced a small smile.  “Variety is the spice of life, you know?”

              “Still…”

              “Trust me, I’ve dealt with much worse,” Max said. The teacher sighed, but before she could continue apologizing, a parent called her over.  Left to his own devices, Max did his best to watch Junior without seeming obvious.  During his presentation, he’d felt a growing discomfort about the boy.  Clearly, Junior was too old to be the child Angie was pregnant with when he’d seen her four years ago.  In fact, he looked to be about six years old, which would mean Angie got pregnant immediately after leaving Max.

              Or that she was pregnant when she left. Junior had Angie’s large nose and gentle face, but all his other traits were ones Max recognized.  He saw those big ears, amber eyes, and straw-like hair in the mirror every day.  The final nail in the coffin, however, was that Junior had the same lisp Max had struggled with until second grade.

              No…  Max quickly looked away from Junior, trying to convince himself he was imagining things. No.  Angie wouldn’t do that to ya.  She wouldn’t have yer child and not tell ya.  Right?

              “Richter?”  Max looked over.  The teacher had come back with a man and Junior in tow.  The man, someone Max hated with every fiber of his being, smirked. “This is Stanley Pines, Junior’s father. I told him about Junior’s behavior.”

              “Yes,” Stan said, nodding.  “She did.  I’m very surprised Junior was so rude in class.”

              “It’s fine,” Max said.  “Children don’t really have a filter.”  He cleared his throat.  “Still, that sort of language is concerning.  I’d hate for him to grow up to become a villain.”

              “Oh, yeah,” Stan said in a clearly exaggerated tone. “Yeah, that’d be awful.” He looked down at Junior. “Wouldn’t it, Junior?”  Junior nodded sulkily.  “What do you have to say to Mr. Richter?”

              “I’m sow-w-wy,” Junior muttered.  Max smiled.

              “And I accept your apology.”

              “Thanks for being so understanding,” Stan said. “C’mon, Junior, your sisters are waiting at home.”  Stan flashed another grin at Max.  “Good luck keeping the streets clean.”

              “Thank you,” Max said, continuing to smile.  The second Stan, Junior, and the teacher turned away, he dropped the smile.  Seeing Stan and Junior next to each other had confirmed his suspicions.  Junior didn’t look anything like the man that was supposedly his father.

              I have a son.  I have a six-year-old son I didn’t know anything about. 

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              Max walked up to the tan craftsman house that Angie and Stan lived in with their three children.  It hadn’t been that difficult to track down where she lived now, given that he had access to HQ’s database.  He felt a bit guilty about using the database for something personal, but he couldn’t let this slide.  He had to get down to the bottom of this.  After taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door.

              “Comin’!” said a voice he recognized.  Shortly, the door opened, revealing his ex-wife. Angie’s mouth dropped open in a small “o”.  “Max?”

              “Angie,” Max said shortly.  He blinked.  While most of Angie’s appearance hadn’t changed, there was one major difference. “Yer hair’s shorter.”

              “I cut it after I left ya,” she replied. “Like I always wanted.  I only kept it long fer you.”  She frowned.  “It was this length when we crossed paths a few years back.”

              “Well, I was a bit too distracted by yer obvious pregnancy to notice yer hair,” Max said.  Angie sighed.

              “What do ya want?”

              “To talk to ya ‘bout my son.”  A flash of fear crossed Angie’s face, so briefly that Max almost missed it.

              “I don’t know anything ‘bout the son ya sired when cheatin’ on me,” she said.

              “You know I’m not referrin’ to him.  I’m referrin’ to the son what heckled me the other day in his kindergarten class.  I’m sure Stan told ya ‘bout the incident.”  Angie was silent.  “Angie. Don’t drag this out.”

              “Fine.”  Angie stood to the side.  “Come in.” Max stepped inside.  “Follow me.”  Max followed Angie into a nearby living room.  Junior was sitting on the floor playing with building blocks. “Junior?”

              “Yes?” Junior asked, looking up.  He frowned at Max.  “Who-who-who’s that?”

              “An old friend,” Angie said after a moment. “Would ya be willin’ to play in yer room?  This feller and I have to talk ‘bout boring grown-up things.”

              “Okay.”

              “Thank you, bean.”  On Junior’s way out of the living room, Angie kissed the top of his head, eliciting a giggle from him.  “Please, Max, take a seat.”  Max sat on the tan couch.  He looked around.  The room was cozy and warm.  A mixture of family pictures and pictures of amphibians decorated the walls.

              “Did you take those?” he asked, nodding to the photos.

              “Obviously.  You know I like usin’ my camera,” Angie said, sitting on the couch, but a slight distance from him.  “Yer not here to talk ‘bout my home’s décor, though.”

              “No.  I’m not.” Max closed his eyes.  He took a deep breath.  “Why didn’t ya tell me ‘bout Junior?”

              “Max.”  Max opened his eyes to look at Angie.  A weariness had settled over her.  One he recognized.  “Ya know why I left, right?”

              “I…”  Max swallowed.  “I was too overprotective.”

              “You weren’t just overprotective.  You tried to control me.  Tried to keep me from livin’ the life I wanted.  And, when I left, ya tried to physically stop me.” Angie leaned in.  “You grabbed me hard enough to leave a bruise.”

              “I- I did?”

              “Yes.”

              “Angie, I never-”

              “I know sometimes it can be difficult to control yer own strength.  But that’s all the more reason to not get physical with someone when yer in distress.  You think Stan ‘n I haven’t had fights?  Of course we have.  But we don’t make it physical.  We know better ‘n that.”  Max stared at her in horror.  He had read between the lines, and now had an idea of what Angie was dancing around. “What?”

              “You didn’t tell me ‘bout my son ‘cause you thought I’d hurt him or you,” he whispered.  Angie looked away.  “Angie, I would never!”

              “Maybe you’ve worked on yourself since we were married.  But back then, you would’ve done anything to get me back.  To get yer son,” Angie choked out.  “Don’t pretend that ya wouldn’t have taken every course ya could. And- and-”  Angie let out a sob.  Max’s heart broke.  “I knew that if ya tried to make me come back, I would have.  I would have fooled myself that you had changed.  That it was safe fer me and the baby.  But I would’ve just been miserable again.”

              “I-”  Max paused. He thought back to every fight they’d had.  They both would shout, she would leave, but then she’d eventually come back and they’d make up without resolving the thing they’d fought over.  And Max would ignore her obvious weariness, the same that had come over her at the beginning of this conversation.

              “All of our fightin’, too, it- it wasn’t a good place to raise a child,” Angie continued.  “Junior’s happy and well-adjusted.  If I’d stayed, he wouldn’t be.”  Angie looked at Max.  Her eyes glimmered with unshed tears.  “Yer parents fought.  You know how much that messes up children.”

              “…Yeah.  Yeah, it does.”  Max clenched his hands into fists.  “But one of our biggest fights was that ya didn’t want a child at that point in time. Ya can’t deny how it looks, fer you to be sayin’ over and over again that ya wanted to wait, only to leave while pregnant.”

              “I didn’t know I was pregnant until after I had left.  It was too late by then.  You know that I could never- never- terminate a pregnancy.”

              “But after Junior was born, ya kept him.  Yer fam’ly definitely offered to have a cousin or siblin’ take him in.”

              “Yes.”

              “So why did ya keep a child that ya claimed ya didn’t want?” Max demanded.  His voice rose.  Angie frowned at him.

              “Keep it down,” she hissed.  Max took a steadying breath.

              “Okay,” he said in a calmer voice.  “But the question stands.  Ya kept him, despite sayin’ ya didn’t want a child.  Why?”

              “I told ya I didn’t want a child ‘cause I was worried ‘bout my job.  I was. I knew ya would push and push fer me to take as much time off as possible, and I would.  Then, you’d push fer me to eventually leave, ‘cause I’d been off work fer so long.  I would cave in to that, too.  That wasn’t a worry no more after I left.”

              “I wouldn’t-” Max started.  Angie glared.  He fell silent.

              “Don’t claim ya wouldn’t.  We both know ya would.  Without the stress of our marriage weighin’ on me, everything fell into place.  I was comfortable and safe and settled and…”  Angie softened.  “…and I had a lil bean on the way.”

              “And Stan knows?”

              “You think that poorly of me?” Angie spat. “That I’d claim to a man I was pregnant with his child when I was pregnant with someone else’s?”  She got up.  Max stood as well.

              “Angie, I didn’t mean-”

              “No.  You did.”

              “I’m just surprised he’d raise a child what wasn’t his.”

              “He’s a good man, Max.”

              “He’s a criminal.”

              “That ain’t a dealbreaker to me.”

              “It should be!”

              “It-”  Angie crossed her arms with a huff.  “I tried to keep this conversation civil.  We both could use some closure.  But it’s clear to me that ya haven’t changed enough fer us to have this talk peacefully.”

              “We can-”

              “You need to leave,” Angie said shortly.  Max clenched his hands into fists.  Angie’s eyes narrowed.  “You have three options.  Option one: ya leave on yer own.  Option two: I kick yer sorry ass out myself.  Option three: Stan kicks ya out.”  She checked her watch.  “He should be home with the girls any minute now.”

              “I-”

              “Choose.”  Angie’s eyes bore into Max.  “Or I’ll choose fer ya.”

              “Fine,” Max snapped.  “Fine.  I’ll leave.” He threw his hands into the air. “It’s not like I had a million more questions to ask ya or anything like that.”

              “I can answer ‘em.  Some other time,” Angie said firmly.  She escorted Max to the front door and opened it.  “I want us to both be able to close this chapter.  But right now, we can’t without comin’ to blows.” Max stepped outside.  “Work on yourself, Max.  Then we can finish this conversation.”  She closed the door.  Max stomped away.  His anger ebbed with every step, until, a block away, he felt completely empty.  He came to a stop.

              What kind of hero am I?  My ex-wife was afraid of me.  She was worried ‘bout what I would do to her and our child.  And she was right to be scared.  His shoulders drooped.  My first son I had to give up ‘cause I couldn’t take care of him no more. My second son was six ‘fore I found out he even existed.  He closed his eyes.  I’m no hero.  I’m a deadbeat.  He looked back in the direction of Angie’s house.  Maybe…maybe it’s time fer me to work on myself.  Maybe…  He put his hands into his pockets and began to walk again.  Maybe it’s time fer me to hang up my mask.

[astralaffairs]

Hey! I was wondering, is you're still doing asks, if you could do, "What would everyone say if they saw us together right now?" with our man T-Jeffs? Thank you!

I couldn't help but set this in the fotp universe 👀 enjoy the teaser loves !!! perhaps spoilers ahead ;)

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The world from out the wide penthouse window felt small, detached from where you sat on the couch that wasn't yours. The twinkling lights of the city reflected back at you on the Potomac, and you just stayed, sipping your coffee, allowing yourself to get lost in the mirage of the life you didn't have.

The living room around you smelled of the coffee you had (shouldn't have) just brewed as a late night indulgence -- you'd get no more sleep that night, but that'd been true long before you had the first sip. The warm coffee tasted of bitter comfort, soft and sweet in the hazy penthouse, but harsher than the oversized tee shirt you'd cuddled into the earlier evening, harsher than the plush couch you'd sank into when you couldn't sleep. You'd stay like this for eternity if you could.

"Hey, sweetheart." A groggy voice came from the hallway behind you, and while a soft smile settled onto your lips, you didn't turn around.

"Hi, T." The ghost of lost sleep was hardly audible in your tone, light and sweet as you glanced to your right toward where you could hear his footsteps approaching.

"What're you doin' up?" He sniffed, rubbing the fatigue from his eyes as he leaned against the cool kitchen counter. You shrugged, bit your lip.

"I couldn't sleep." Finally, you glanced to him. "What about you?"

A noncommittal hum left his lips, and he gave a sleepy smile as he made to join you where you sat cross-legged on the couch. The tall windows of his penthouse stretched out before you, city lights twinkling like stars, but your tired gazes still fell to one another. He took a seat to your right.

"Woke up and saw you weren't there," he admitted with a shrug and a small smile. "Had me worried." His morning voice was still gruff as you raised an eyebrow, though his eyes had brightened since seeing you.

"Oh yeah?"

He hummed his assent as he leaned in to kiss you, fingers hooked under your chin, and you smiled against his lips. The kiss was short, chaste, but sweet -- there was no implicit question behind it, no desire for anything more. When you pulled away, his hand still rested at your jaw, thumb atop the slope of your bottom lip while your foreheads lay pressed together, leaning into each other, soft gazes still locked together under the soft city lights in his dark living room.

"I can take care of myself, T," you murmured gently, lips twitching at the corners as you fought a smile. "'M a big girl." He grinned.

"I know you are," he said, watching you with fondness in his eyes as you turned back to where you sat, facing the skyline yet still fixated on him. His arms enveloped your waist, pulling you into him as he shifted toward you in his seat, and you let out a soft hum of approval, closing your eyes and leaning back into his chest, savoring the warmth of his body. "Just don't like not knowin' where you are. Makes it harder to keep you in check."

He grinned, clearly pleased with himself as you glanced back at him, indignant. "So what, this is just babysitting to you?"

"Aw, 'course not, sweetheart." He leaned down with a chuckle to kiss the crown of your head. "If it was, I'd at least be gettin' paid."

You scoffed, turning back away from him, and his arms only tightened around your waist, pulled you closer still. Your eyes began to flutter shut as he traced patterns into the skin of your hip, riding up the hem of your (his) t-shirt, but you didn't doze off, more than content just to be where you were.

An intimate silence fell over you as Thomas's gaze drifted to the city below. While the buildings, streets and people all felt so distant, to him, they only served as a reminder of the lives you had beyond the walls of his home, the diametrically opposed roles you'd continue to find yourselves playing, and he pursed his lips. This kind of quiet was rare.

As though reading his mind, or perhaps also mourning what might have been, you sighed. "What would everyone say if they saw us together right now?"

As you spoke, Thomas forced himself to swallow the lump growing in his throat. He gave a soft smile. "Well, sweetheart, 'depends on who you consider 'everyone'."

You hummed, entertained by the thought. "Oh yeah?"

"Absolutely." His smile grew to a grin as he nuzzled his chin into the crook of your neck. "Like dear, sweet Alexander," --She rolled her eyes-- "He'd have a bounty on my head in minutes." At that, however, you chuckled.

"Then again, James would be out for blood since I'd suddenly found a new way to ruin your political career."

Thomas scoffed. "I don't wanna hear it. James loves you."

"For now."

He rolled his eyes. "What about that roommate of yours, hm? And your family?"

You couldn't help but groan, your head at once falling back onto his shoulder. "God, would my family be thrilled. 'M pretty sure they like you more than I do."

"Aw, really now?" He huffed, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey, that was a compliment!" You glanced back to meet his un-entertained gaze with a smile. "My roommate might slash your tires, though." He let out a huff of laughter, and you continued, leaning back once again as your gaze fell to the city, "What about Lafayette?"

There was a skip; you could feel him tense behind you. "What about Lafayette?"

You grinned. "I have a feeling he'd be annoyed that neither of us told him." His muscles eased beneath you, and he exhaled heavily, warm breath brushing across the back of your neck.

"Please. You really don't think he already knows?"

You whirled around instantaneously. "He does?"

Thomas stared at you for a moment, unsure whether you were being serious. "You really haven't picked up every time he's made some joke about it?" Your stare was blank, and he chuckled, kissing your temple. "That's adorable."

You scowled as he began to softly kiss down your jawline, the side of your neck. "Thomas, I just..." He paused as you trailed off. "What if he tells someone?"

He stilled, slowly taking your hands in his as he pulled back, and he knit his brow. "Why would he?"

"Why wouldn't he?" You huffed, unable to meet his eyes even as he shifted to look down at you, not wanting to face him. You suddenly felt uncomfortable in your own skin; your pulse was jumping."If Lafayette knows, it's only a matter of time before Alex finds out--they're too close of friends for Lafayette to be able to keep that under wraps, and then if Alex knows, he tells Angelica and Eliza, and then they all start hunting you for sport, and if all my friends know, it'll eventually get back to James and Dolley when Angelica is chewing you out for... God knows what, but--"

"Hey, sweetheart." He brushed a hair from your forehead as he cut off your anxious rambling, cupping your face in his hand as he looked down at you, his gaze soft. You swallowed. "It's gonna be fine; I promise. Lafayette isn't gonna snitch, and we're gonna be just fine, okay?"

You sighed, leaning against his chest as he held you close. "And if we aren't?"

He chuckled. "Well, on the bright side, if he did slip up and tell someone," --you raised an eyebrow, unsure where the sentence was going as he looked down at you with sparkling eyes, an ever-growing grin-- "Your parents would be thrilled."

You promptly whacked his chest with a groan.

[denouxments]

dylan minnette. cismale. he/him. — did you see { alex mercier }, i haven’t seen the { twenty-one } year old in a while! you know, they’re a { musician }, and have been living in jersey city for { twenty-one years }. some say they're { cynical & indecisive }, but i think they're { generous & talented }. regardless, i’m glad { alex } is here.

backstory

aaaaaand in the door to the right we have trash son #2, alex !! ( woo ! ahh ! ) you can find his dossier page HERE, his biography does not exist yet ( i’m gonna kick my own ass ), and there is a pinterest board for him HERE.

ok so boy is a middle child through and through LOL. his dad is a writer who also works as an english professor at new york university, meanwhile his mom works in human services helping people who have fallen off their track in life and stuff.

alex is essentially a male carbon copy of his mom in appearance but his personality is 100% his dad’s lmao

his siblings are a wanted connection !

also his household includes a deaf cat named shrimp that alex literally fished out of a gutter when he was 14. she’s his baby despite the fact that he’s mildly allergic to both cats AND shrimp ( i r o n i c ). here’s the instagram of the cat i’m saying she looks like

real mundane middle class life. there have been highs and lows like any other family, but there’s no tragedy here folks ! that comes later and has nothing to do with his family !

his dad was really into rock music and playing the drums when he was younger cuz wow the 80s and really wanted at least one of his kids to have good taste in music, so he kept the drum set and all the old records despite the fact that they were just collecting dust in the garage . . . until alex came along !

first was the drums, then it was the guitar, then it was being dual-enrolled in both the band and choir classes, and then, finally, it was starting his own band with 2 friends at only 11 years old

his dad got real lucky cuz alex clearly loved music, and he considers the 80s to be legendary. 

i'm gonna revisit his music in a moment cuz we gotta start getting into the tragedy that i mentioned ! so alex was like a really chill dude when high school started. he was a bit of a pretentious hipster bitch, but he was chill. he didn’t really say no to things ? like if something or someone just fell into his lap, he’d roll with it and didn’t really think too much about the consequences ? he was a big stoner and lost his virginity and probably way too young of an age because of it. he just didn’t really Care too much lol

he was essentially that quiet stoner that played his guitar in the courtyard and didn’t pay much attention to anything going on around him 

. . . unless he overheard you talking about something that was stupid or he didn’t agree with. then he’d butt in to be like “l o l that’s wrong !”

then he met molly ! if you’ve read chloe’s intro for bobbi you know molly ! we love molly ! molly was cute in that girl-next-door way and she was funny with good taste. it was hard for alex not to fall in love with her, really. they were friends first before they started dating, and it was through her that he met all of his current ride-or-die friends. he had never been good at making them, so she was a blessing for his social life. she was amazing. he loved her, his parents loved her, they were good. she was good and then she was gone. just like that. a car accident in which she wasn’t even the driver.

to say the loss devastated him would be an understatement. he shut down completely. he stopped hanging out with friends, stopped playing guitar in the courtyard; his presence in class was like that of a ghost. nobody ever knew what to say to alex before, and it was twice as true now. he just sort of Existed for the remainder of junior year, throwing himself into his studies instead of ever really taking the Time to Deal with it all.

it really hit him like a truck when summer hit and it was at this point that his parents forced him to start seeing a therapist.

his therapist recommended he use his band and music as an outlet, since that seemed to be his healthiest coping mechanism. ( see, i told you we’d get back to that ! ) taking this advice, he threw himself headfirst into it. like, he got really into his band. it’d been a bit of a hobby between friends before, and sometimes they worked small gigs, but now alex was also trying to produce them on a bigger scale. this helped him through his grief tremendously, especially because if felt like he was doing molly proud.

alex was 18 and had graduated when all this hard work paid off. after releasing a self-made ep entitled after molly, the band started gaining some serious traction. we’re talking getting featured on spotify’s indie hits lists and their fanbase skyrocketing in size from the couple hundred monthly listeners it had been. suddenly they were getting booked sold out indie gigs left and right all across the manhatten area. it was nuts and it is still nuts. they even have a well demanded

they’ve put out a 2nd ep since the initial takeoff and are now working on a full blown album ! exciting !

so, yeah, that’s definitely an exciting exchange for being utterly heartbroken i suppose. its been years since molly passed now, so he’s okay now for the most part. he still gets sad sometimes, and he still has all the pictures they took together and all the cheesy playlists they made for each other saved. she’s always gonna be the first girl he was ever in love with,, and i don’t think he’s yet to have a serious relationship since her, but don’t worry about him just being a clay jensen 2.0. my boy is faaaar from that and he’s had his grace period, y’know ? he good.

personality

fuuuucking hiiiiipster buuuuullshiiiit ! coffee and vinyl aesthetic all day bby. will call out your shit taste in music

loves to debate and argue semantics. will always play devils advocate even if he agrees with you 100%. also will go on for hours about the political climate and existence if you accidentally get him there

a bit antisocial. he doesn’t really know how to, like, approach people ? and then when people approach him he has a tendency to rub people the wrong way with his lackluster people skills

tries to go to parties and bars and stuff sometimes because that’s Normal, right ?

a ride or die pal when you do manage to befriend him though ! would drop e v e r y t h i n g for his friends and loves to spoil them relentlessly. the type to randomly show up at your house in his 3,000 year old mustang and take you to lunch or just go driving. 

big ole hufflepuff

he’s not really that super free spirit that he was before molly passed. now he actually cares a more about his actions to the point of being lowkey paranoid, honestly. like he’s always wanted tattoos but he constantly second guesses what he wants to get cuz he doesn’t wanna be the guy that got a shitty tattoo, y’know ? so he hasn’t done it at all

cynical boyyyyy. he’s one of those guys that’s like “i’m a realist, not a pessimist”. definitely doesn’t have a whole lot of faith in others outside of his friends and family. will always assume the worst out of people and question their motives

thinks of himself as really boring. not in a self deprecating way, but a factual way

hobbies include music, video games ( he does streams of him being shit at pubg on twitch sometimes ! ), watching movies ( horror specifically is a favorite ), sitting on his roof at 3am to look at the sky, going on walks when there’s nothing else to do, and aggressively frowning when his car breaks down in the middle of nowhere

seriously he really enjoys horror. halloween is his favorite holiday even though he isn’t really big on candy or dressing up. he just thinks the spooky aesthetic is real fun and its cool to see what everyone else is doing

he’s a skeptic on all things supernatural so all you boogaras better snatch him up !!

i drew this expression doodle page that honestmeme sums up his personality pretty well ( it is messy so plz be kind . . . )

connections

his bandmates is a given. i just need 2 others , , , any gender any fc. i have a wc for it.

either of his 2 siblings . . . another wc

any music friends tbh

rival musicians ? yes

people he just doesn’t get along with in general. he’s a pretentious snot so its pretty easy

unlikely friends ( probably someone super idealistic and bubbly )

childhood friends

he hasn’t had a serious relationship since molly so maybe someone he’s kinda into and that’s kinda into him but they taking it REAL slow

on the off hand some exes from him trying to see if he was ready to date again and just wasn’t

someone he debates with a lot. friends or not, they’re just really fun to banter back and forth with

horror night movie buddies !!

gets blazed w/ him on the roof in the middle of the night rambling about if ants have a conscious

he’s got his own place but a roommate or 2 would be nice !

anything anything anything. he’s constantly finding himself in bizarre situations that he just rolls with so long as it doesn’t leave a bad butterfly effect. hmuuuuuu and we can brainstorm

[teddy-feathers]

I haven't shaved my legs in like... Half a year? Cause it itches when ir grows back and I aint here to impress none of you, and also its a hassle when mostly my legs are covered so why bother.

But I wanted to try that sugar scrub thing cause bad set of days and anything to make you feel... Okay. Break the routine. Take care of youself.

So I did and shaved and theyre smoother than theyve ever been and... My first thought was how... Weird they looked. Girly.

And so yesterday I spent all day obsessing over how I hate my long hair and how without it my round face looks stupid and and and

... And I'm so...

Its weird how safe a binder feels. Its not that different from a sports bra but it feels different and I LOOK different

Like yeah im not perfectly flat but neither are non boobed chests.

And its weird because Ill look at the mirror and go "i look off" because booba make you look round and with a binder im square.

And while I feel guilty for it... I like looking square.

It all feels like... Like Im juat easily susceptible. But... I also try not to get attached to things I like.

I cant tell which is at play here. Maybe its all some sort of vanity.

Im not a guy - Erics a guy and he told me weeks ago and then came out at work and Im happy for him but im not a guy and the idea of people calling me such just feels like a hassle and wrong.

Ive been a girl my whole life and aside from that bs stage where I hated EVERYTHING about being a girl... It never bothered me the parts i have or the pronouns applied.

Well the period thing is bs and god I really think boobs are bullshit and want them gone...

Which is why ive been like... Testing myself.

And honestly. I dont fucking know. Or care.

Im me.

Just me.

Im just... Scared that being me isnt.

That it isnt okay or that I'm being fake or appropriating what isnt for me.

Cutting my hair doesn't change shit about me... But it scares me what people will see and say.

Im not a guy. Im not a butch lesbian - or a lesbian at all. Im not as work puts it "counter culture" im not... Anything really.

But sometimes I go to work and I have a bra on, or I dont which is annoying how naked i feel when i didnt sign up for boobs, or a binder.

And soon I may cut my hair off almost entirely because I want to and... I think most of the reason Ill hate myself for that is just how much of my life revolves around how people see me.

Im not here for anyone... But I dont want all that... Trouble.

I started wearing boxers at home. Its the nice balance of wearing no pants but also theyre like shorts so i dont feel naked.

And i wear my work clothes or leggings and a long top with them and wearing girly clothes seems less bad...

Dont get me wrong I LIKE my clothes a lot. Especially the ones i picked out and bought for myself without anyone around because... I bought them for me and I can feel that.

But I feel again like a huge fake.

Why wear a binder or boxers if i dont want anything to change much? Or if i cant narrow down what that much is?

Why bother cutting my hair if itll just make me feel exposed and wrong even if i want to do it?

Why do my naked legs look grosser to me now than they did when I didnt shave? How did the shape of them change so much?

Why does any of this MATTER to the point its bugging me, when it doesnt feel like it does or should?

Somedays I want to be hard lines. Others I want to be that sort of soft in all the right ways that ive never put in the work to achieve. Mostly though I just bounce between two different flavors of casually relaxed/cutish?

Idk. Gender is bullshit anyways. But its easy to SAY "just do what makes you happy" and its another to exist in the real world where if I or someone else doesnt like it I don't have a character slider to fix myself to how I feel.

How many times have I dont something only to hate it after the excitement wore off?

How many times has one wrong look set me into hating everything?

Being a girl... Even a lazy one who doesnt try. Is kinda like being invisible once I learned how to live inside myself.

Now I want to do things that will... Make me less invisible and in a way older folk will disapprove of and people will judge me on.

Idk how to reconcile that.

I don't know how bad i want this.

I dont know how much is fake or how much is just a struggle to find a bit of newness to push back all the bad emotions you know?

Avpd and self discovery is not a great combination.

"Whats the worst that could happen"? Usually youd be right but uh. The worst is self loathing and having to put myself back together after the fallout.

And ill ponder and stress about this... And ill either not do it and be sad, oe give into an impulse and emotionally shit will hit the fan.

Nonbianary feels like the wrong lable but. Ive never wanted to be a girl and even though I'm at peace with it i still don't want it.. And Im not a guy.

Eric knows hes a guy. A girl I know knows shes a girl.

Im just. A stupid attention seeking idiot.

[ooxiebooxie]

“ 'Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams. For the story you're about to be told began with the holiday worlds of auld. Now you've probably wondered where [ nightmares ] come from. If you haven't I'd say it's time you begun. “

BASIC INFORMATION.

What is your character’s full name?

Tim Page

How is it pronounced?

TIM  PAYJ

Is there a meaning behind it?

Tim is derived from the Greek Τιμοθεος ( Timotheos ) which translates into “ honouring God “. His parents chose the name for their son, naming him after his great grandfather who was known for his compassion heart. Page is also derived from a Greek word παιδιον ( paidion ) with the meaning “ little boy “. The name is an occupational name meaning " servant / page " — and thus we do not need to ask question why Oogie chose to change his name.

Does your character have any nicknames?

Oogie Boogie. Oogie. Mr Oogie Boogie Man. Meanest Guy.

When and where were they born?

Tim Page was born on the nineteenth of april in nineteen-seventytwo in the town of Carthay.

What’s their zodiac sign and what traits do they most relate to?

Aries rules the head and leads with the head, often literally walking head first, leaning forwards for speed and focus. Its representatives are naturally brave and rarely afraid of trial and risk. They possess youthful strength and energy, regardless of their age and quickly perform any given tasks. Aries is one of the most active zodiac signs. It is in their nature to take action, sometimes before they think about it well. Their challenges show when they get impatient, aggressive and vent anger pointing it to other people.

What’s their nationality?

American – but that depends entirely on which paper he chooses to show authority to identify himself. He has several. Sometimes you just need to be a different person, when your name and the stories strung to it travel faster than you.

What’s their occupation?

Being a winning gambler. 

What gender do they identify themselves as?

Male.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

What’s their eye color?

Dark brown, appearing to be black.

Do they wear glasses or contacts?

Neither.

Hair color?

Black, although depending on the light it can appear to have a hint of dark brown in them.

Have they ever dyed their hair or wanted to?

In the young age of seven Tim has been obsessed with the colour green and wanted to dye his hair a bright neon colour ( maybe add some purple streaks for additional fun ) but fortunately, it was one of the things his parents did not allow their son to do. 

Height?

179cm ( back at it again, being European and this time lazy )

Body build?

Surprisingly slim considering his messed up lifestyle. 

Do they have any birthmarks?

No.

Do they have any piercings or tattoos?

It is no secret Oogie is as much a gambler at heart as a person could be, and thus it should not come as a surprise that his obsession has gone under his skin too. He has a tattoo ( that keeps getting added onto ) which proudly display his undying love for games, gambling and most importantly, winning. His tattoos tell a story and if you understand the language, you might just learn what ( or who? ) he has won too.

If not, do they want to get some?

Now let me tell you something about Oogie Boogie: He’ll never stop playing, and as long as there’s the chance to win he will take it, and thus more tattoos are to come.

Do they have a healthy life style?

No. His life is about as healthy as his shack is clean — his nights are too long, gambling always combined with alcohol and cigars, his days survived on coffee and cigarettes, his kitchen is used but only to stock the take-out containers in and literally lives among bugs — but honestly what do you expect? Oogie doesn’t have the time to have a healthy life. He is a busy man.

How easy do they get sick?

Let’s just say Oogie is lucky that he spends most of his time at the casino, because if he was to spend it in his shack between all the filth and his beloved bug collection he sure would get sick a lot more often.

Any marks on their body ( injuries, … )?

If you mess with the wrong people, you are bound to have some nasty scars. Oogie has several faint ones scattered across his knuckles though they are barely visible. The worst ones are those who needed stitches — if he takes off his jacket you can still see the messily stitched ( because there were times he just hadn’t been able to go to the hospital, knowing they would ask tooo man question ) scars on his arms especially, but his back and chest too.

What’s their personal style/how do they like to dress?

Comfortable but fitting clothing. His trusted black leather jacket is something he basically does not leave the house without, and the rest of his clothing is too rather dark in colour ( the only bit of colour he owns is in form of plaids ). Important to notice is that every piece of clothing is ridiculously expensive — that white t-shirt you see him wearing? Yeah, that was about 400 bucks. Now, you might wonder why Oogie of all people would waste so much money on ordinary looking clothing, but what can I say other than that he just really hates loose threads.

What is their favorite and least favorite feature about themselves?

His skills, and though this might not be a physical feature, it’s the one answer you will get from Oogie about his favourite thing about himself: He is proud to call himself a winner, one who does not need to rely on ‘ luck ‘ but can rely entirely on himself. His least favourite is a weakness and thus shall never be revealed — after all, a gambler never lets his pokerface slip.

PERSONALITY.

Positive traits?

Ambitious, Analytical, Attantive, Bold, Brilliant, Cautious, Confident, Determined, Devote, Efficient, Eloquent, Hard-Working, Intelligent, Inventive, Logical, Mature, Observant, Persistent, Proud, Punctual, Reliable, Strategic, Strong, Succesful, Tough

Negative traits?

Angr, Annoyed, Argumentative, Bad, Bossy, Cold-Hearted, Critical, Cruel, Cunning, Dangerous, Dark, Devious, Dishonest, Facetious, Greedy, Harssh, Hot-Tempered, Ignorant, Impatient, Lackadaisical, Lazy, Manipulative, Sadistic, Scheming, Self-Centered, Unforgiving, Violent

What do they consider to be the best and the worst part of their personality?

The best part is hands down his determination. For all the ‘ evil ‘ character traits Oogie’s determination is actually the most dangerous one, because the moment he sets his mind onto something, he doesn’t let go off it until it is his. He strongly believes there’s always a way — it has been proven to him nurmerous time by himself, and if that’s not trustworthy, what is? — to get what he want; you just have to set the stakes straight. His worst trait is the inconsideration, or rather, it has the worst impact on others ( which needless to say, makes Oogie fine with this trait too. Why would he care about others, right? ) but while he thinks everything through on a logical level, the lack of considering he does of the effect on others can get him into trouble. 

Are they more extroverted or introverted?

Extroverted.

Any talents?

Winning, and if you say that it is no talent, ( Oogie would first of all like you to know you are wrong, but fine ) it’s knowing how not to take chances when gambling. He can read other people’s face, can figure out if they are bluffing, can make the maths in his head to know what his, his opponent’s and the cards still remaining in the deck say — and if he can’t, he always knows how to turn the game so he’s the one to win with a little cheat or two. 

What are their fears?

Unravelling — not his clothes, of course, but the web of lies and cheats and crimes he’s built over the years of gambling with the worst of people. They are all secret, and though he is known to be a gambler across town and there are horror stories being shared at night in the darkest of alleys, they are all just that: stories. There’s no proof, his slate is still clean — unless, of course, the carefully crafted web starts to unravel and truth begins to spill.

Do they have any phobias?

No.

What is their soft spot?

Hidden behind a pokerface.

List 3 pet-peeves they can’t stand?

People believing in luck, talkativeness and optimism.

EDUCATION.

How far did they go in school? Are they still studying?

Tim successfully graduated from college with one hell of a good degree, always having given his best at any sort of school. He could’ve easily gone further and he’d already scored a solid and high-paying job, but unfortunately, he won a game in the casino then and everything changed.

Did they like school?

Tim was thrilled about school, glad to have the opportunity to learn new things ( admittedly, some of them were boring, but you have to do what you have to do, right? ) and even on the most annoying days, he had his group of long time friends to make any situation a billion times better.

What type of student are/were they?

In every school there are these type of students who somehow manage to get good grades no matter what, and Tim Page was one of them. One might call it luck ( even Tim did back then ), but the truth is that in his case anyway, Tim was just attentive. He listened in class, worked on the tasks which were given to him and though he did not sit down with a book and learn after school, he was focused enough inside of class to understand and remember what he’d been taught later during an exam. 

What was their favorite subject?

Math. It was the one class which made the most sense to Tim, which made sense everywhere around the world too. For that reason alone it came easy to him, and thank god that it did, because card counting is a lot easier if you know what the fuck you’re doing.

And their least favorite?

English, because he always found writing interpretation was stupid, because how would anyone ever know what the author of some long-outdated literature piece tried to say when they were long dead? It’s not like lying on paper is hard. The only way Tim survived the endless hours he wasted on writing essays was by making his interpretations as ridiculous as one could get. 

What were they/would they have been voted as “ most likely to… ” in the yearbook?

Most likely to suceed.

FAMILY.

Who are your character’s parents?

Belinda and Dunstan Page.

How would your character describe them?

Oogie Boogie would not waste a single breath on them, but they had always been kind and in the time Oogie was still their son, when he was still Tim Page they were the best parents he could’ve ever wished for, supportive and kind, loving him with all of their heart and without any conditions. 

Do they have any siblings?

No.

Are they close with their family?

Tim has always been close to his family, his heart staying close at home wherever he went and if he ever left them for long he made sure give them a call and check up on them. However, time changes everything and when Tim changed into Oogie Boogie so did his relationship with his parents. He didn’t give a shit about them anymore, too distracted by the constant need to win, and when they moved away he barely noticed and did not hear of them again until he found the invitation to their funeral in his letter boy. Needless to say, he did not go. 

ROMANCE & SEXUALITY.

What’s their romantic and sexual orientation?

Bisexual with a preference towards females, and he’s Oogie Boogie, he doesn’t have romantic emotions ( that we know of, anyway ).

Are they seeing anyone right now?

No.

Have they ever been in an relationship?

Yes, there have been several relationships in the course of his life, but none of them were particularly seriouss.

Have they ever been in love?

Yes. He was seventeen when he met her, and it took him not more than a few spoken words until he was head over heels in love with her. There just was something special about her, something that no one had ever had. After going on a couple of dates, their relationship began and their love has been growing ever since — until it ended, of course, like all of his connections did when Tim turned into Oogie.

How easy do they fall for someone?

It’s the toughest task in the world to get through to him and have him even notice you as a potential love interest, therefore not easy at all.

What do they look for in someone?

He doesn’t look for anyone. However, if he did he’d want someone who supports him, who joins his gambling and who he can rely on when they learn what exactly he has been gambling with.

Do they believe in love at first sight? or fate?

Definitely not. Neither exists. You’ve got to take matters into your own hands.

What’s their views on romance? Do they go after it or avoid it?

Oogie doesn’t care. In fact, he’s convinced romance in that sense doesn’t even exist. 

Did they have their first time already? How was it in their point of view?

Yes, and truth be told, it’s been so long Oogie hardly remembers it, but it was with the girl he was in love with... so probably awkward and sweet? who cares?

What is their view on sex?

It's the best part of any relationship he ever had and the only reason why he pities not having a significant other, because it means he can’t just come home to someone and share the joy and enthusiasm that comes with winning with someone... in his bed. 

What are their turn ons and turn offs?

Power is the biggest turn on. One might say winners like the companies of winners, and it could not be truer for Oogie. There’s just something about a person being able to meet you on a similiar level that makes them attractive. On the other side, he hates stuidity and he finds it comes in the most various of traits, making most people nothing but exhausting to him. 

Were they ever cheated on or have they cheated on someone?

He has never been cheated on, but he has definitely cheated. He is Oogie Boogie. The real question is who he hasn’t cheated on.

Do they want to get married in the future?

Hell to the no.

Have kids?

The greatest joy in the world is to have children, and let me tell you a little secret about Oogie: He absolutely does not agree. He has three little minions and they are already enough to handle, plus he can actually hate them and mistreat them without having to feel upset about ruining his own flesh and blood. The real joy in life is winning.

QUIRKS.

Are they right or left handed?

Right Handed.

What’s a word that’s always on their lips?

The name Lock, Shock or Barrel angrily being yelled.

Is there a saying they keep on repeating?

Not a phrase, but he does hum his ‘ Oogie Boogie Song ‘ all the time — that being said, make sure he never sings the lyrics around you for it’s never a good omen if he gets to the line ‘ this may be the last time you hear the oogie boogie song ‘.

Do they curse?

He definitely does. There are times which just need a little bit ( or a lot ) of cursing.

What’s their worst habit?

Spending his money. No matter how often you see him walk out of the casino with a thousand of dollars in his bags, you’ll never see him keep it for longer than a day. Either he pays his debts to the Fates, he spends it on his beloved bugs or he walks right back into the casino to wager it all again.

Do they drink or smoke? How frequently?

He drinks and he smokes cigarettes and cigars at least every week, if not every day.

Are they an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl, because the unfortunate thing about casinos is that they are rarely opened in the normal day to day hours. Oogie wastes his night completely in there, spends his early mornings in a coffee shop of his choice and sleeps the rest of the day away until he can finally go gambling again.

How tidy is their room?

His entire shack is a complete mess and though Oogie recnogises it as one, he does not give a care in the world about it. His belongings are piling all over the floor, his kitchen is filled with the containers of the many take-outs he’s ordered in and is that... a bone? Honestly, at this point you can find almost anything in there.

How long do they usually take getting ready in the morning?

Fifteen minutes tops. His mornings usually include him going into the shower, brushing his teeth and leaving the house a moment later. That being said, his mornings are rarely happening in the morning and more so in the late evenings.

FAVORITES.

What’s their favorite color?

Now, you might think his favourite colour is black because everything he owns and loves seems to be black, but while everything about Tim Page changed when he became Oogie Boogie one thing didn’t: His favourite colour is green, always has and always will be.

Favorite movie?

' Fight Club ‘ because it’s kind of a fucked up movie, isn’t it? and at the same time it is really interesting, allowing a look into the minds of others and how a group ( a colony, one might say ) can work together and create something purely brutal. Oogie always thought in a way they are gambling too.

Music Genre?

Rock’n’Roll.

Food?

Anything that comes per delivery.

Book?

' It ‘ by Stephen King.

Favorite non-alcoholic drink?

Ground black Coffee.

Ice Cream Flavor?

Dark Chocolate.

Indoors or outdoors?

Indoors.

[araniaexumae]

Do You Want to Fall in Love With Me (and Go to France) ? - chapter eight

Read the first chapters in this tag or on AO3

James and Lily had spent the rest of the afternoon playing a card game in their hotel room. It was now time to get ready to meet the other guests at the dinner reception. Noelle had told them that they might be filmed, but only from a distance. They wouldn't have to speak this time. After the short meeting, Lily and James had gone back to their room without mentioning what he had said. Now that it was over, James realized it might have been a bit much. The most beautiful person ever, really? Lily had been graceful enough not to talk about it. Now, she had gone in the bathroom to change into her dress while James stayed in the room. He was thankful Remus had helped him pack and reminded him to bring fancier clothes. He would have looked slightly out of place in shorts and a t-shirt. He took the aforementioned fancier clothes, which consisted of a classic black tux over a white shirt and put it on, struggling only slightly with the cuff-links. He guessed all the receptions his parents had brought him to when he was growing up turned out to be useful.

He was just finishing with tying his tie when he heard the door of the en-suite opening. He turned around and was faced with Lily, looking breathtaking. She was wearing a dark blue, strapless dress which stopped at her calves and the colour looked beautiful with her hair. Speaking of hair, it was flowing down her shoulders in shiny, shiny curls and he really wanted to touch it. James only noticed his hand had flown up to his hair when he felt his hand on his scalp. He ran his hand through his hair, like he always did, and smiled at Lily.

“Evans! All of this for me?”, he joked. “You look positively ravishing.”  

Lily smiled and looked at her feet, which were still bare. Her toenails were painted turquoise, although most of it was chipped.

“Thank you, James, you look handsome too.”

She put on her shoes, which were simple and elegant black flats. “I only wear heels if I really have too.” She explained. “Which is basically whenever Marlene manages to talk me into it. Seriously, why would anyone willingly wear these. I personally don't see the appeal in suffering so much. For what, to be tall?”

“Well not everyone can be naturally tall.” James teased her while patting her head. “And everything that's small is cute.”

“Piss off, Potter.”

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James and Lily entered the reception side by side. It was taking place in the interior garden of the hotel. Fairy lights had been strung from tree to tree and made the place look joyful and welcoming. Lily immediately led James to the buffet tables, where they both grabbed a flute of champagne.

“To crazy shenanigans.” James lifted his glass towards Lily.

She clinked her glass with his. “I'll drink to that.”

James was about to suggest that they go meet the other guests when Noelle came towards them.

“James! Lily! Thank you for coming. You both look dashing. Let me introduce you to the other couples.” He tried to remember the last time someone had payed him so many compliments. He couldn't help but think there were too many of them for them to be genuine. Nevertheless, he smiled politely.

��Yes, that'd be lovely.”

The brunette woman led them towards a group of four people. There were three women and one man, who were called Jean, Florence, Alice and Frank. The two first looked mostly annoyed to be there, while the last two gave them bright toothy smiles.

Later in the evening, Lily found herself alone with Alice. She liked the girl. It really seemed like they could become friends. They each grabbed a macaron of the buffet table, raspberry for Lily and lavender for Alice – the catering company really had gone all out, the macarons tasted heavenly - then walked towards a small fountain in a more quiet corner of the garden. Alice nodded in the direction of James, who was laughing with Frank and a woman Lily hadn't met yet.

“You haven't been together long, have you?”, she asked.

At least the answer wouldn't be an outrageous lie. Technically, they had not been together long. Never is a pretty short time. “No, it's fairly new.”

Alice smiled. “I can tell. You look like you're not completely used to each other yet. Don't worry, though, it's obvious James is crazy about you.”

Lily felt her cheeks heat up once again. Damn those redhead genes. “Yeah I like him a lot too. I'll admit we rushed into this a bit, participating to the contest and all, but I just really wanted to go to France, you know?” Lily felt comfortable with Alice. She didn't think revealing their charade was a good idea, especially not before speaking to James first, but something about the other woman made her feel at ease.

“Don't worry, I get you. If I hadn't already been engaged to Frank, I think I would have just picked somebody at random to go with me!” Alice joked. If only you knew…

“You guys are engaged! I didn't know! Congratulations!”

Towards the end of the evening, James and Lily had found each other again and were wondering if it was acceptable to leave. They had both been up pretty early in the morning for the plane and couldn't wait to go to sleep. Of course, it was that moment that Noelle chose to come and speak to them, yet again. Contrary to the connection she had immediately felt with Alice, someone Lily did not like was Noelle. All her fake smiles and constant pushing were starting to annoy her. If she had to be honest, though, what truly infuriated her was how she interacted with James, always telling him how handsome he was or how funny his jokes were and how he was just made for tv.

Does she flirt like that with all the men on the show? Doesn't she get that they're, you know, in a relationship? (Or supposed to be at least.) Lily noticed the other woman walking towards them out of the corner of her eye, and couldn't help what happened next. It was just to keep Noelle at bay, really. That was the sole reason why Lily grabbed James, one hand fisted in his jacket and the other on his tie, and yanked him down towards her to kiss him.

[xoldroom]

Little story time *not that anyone interested, I just want to share* (or pour my heart out)

So, I’ve been listening to KPop since December 2016, so, not that long ago. I’ve watched Coffee Prince when I was in middle school and I watched a couple first episodes of Boys Before Flowers before I stopped (I still find Meteor Garden is more interesting to me). I watched a couple episodes Running Man, mostly when they have a guest that I know of. The episode that hooked me on Running man is the one with Lee Seung Gi and Park Shin Hye. I thought they are very cute. So Korean anything hasn’t been that big part of my life but it has been there for a while. Last year (like around summer) my best friend played this game, Mystic Messenger. She really like the game. She once mentioned that someone has matched the MM characters, 707, with Korean guy named Chanyeol (if someone made MM into drama, 707 would be played by Chanyeol, you know what I mean). I didn’t play the game and I didn’t know who Chanyeol is. So, I just said okay and let that go. Then around October 2016, my old loving phone, a samsung s3 mini, just shut off. It sucked. I was just doing my usual thing with that phone, watching youtube and I only use two messenger, Line and Whatsapp. So, I wasn’t doing crazy multitask. On December 2016, my brother gave me his old phone that’s still on good condition. So, I received his phone. My best friend, couraged me to download and play MM. I did that. And that’s a good game. I really enjoyed that game. So, little by little I walked deeper into Korean stuff. One night, just like any other night, my best friend and her boyfriend and I, usually eat dinner while watching a movie on my laptop. They chose Train to Busan. I was never really into Asian movie unless it was a horror. But then I know Gong Yoo is starring in that movie. The Choi Han Kyul that I adore. I was into the movie more because of that fact. As I get a little more into Korean stuff, my best friend (who took a big role in this part of my life), fed me one Kpop group, EXO. Before we listen and watch the MV, she showed me a pict of Chanyeol (who I thought looks like a little boy) with Sehun (who caught my eyes from the first sight). Then I thought, I want to see them in action. So, we searched for an EXO MV (we’re both diving into Kpop on the same time, at the the we’re both newbie in this thing) we watched the wrong MV to look for either Chanyeol or Sehun. We watched EXO CBX’ Hey Mama (which I thought is catchy and this is the song that got me hooked into EXO). While watching the MV, we thought Baekhyun is Chanyeol just because of the red hair (stupid) and we thought Chen is like a Korean Joseph Gordon-Levitt. So, for a week, we binged on their MV (Mama confused the hell out of me). All through watching their MV, I started to learn their face and their names. I was having a hard time to remember Suho. Everytime we watched an MV, I always asked “and who is that?” And the answer is always Suho. My best friend said “When in doubt, it’s always Suho” By new year, I have their full album on my phone, I binged listen to every song, tried to sing every lyrics (which by the way, Korean Romanji is way way harder to read than Japan Romanji. Those ‘eo’ and 'oe’ and 'ss’ that sometimes is a 'tt’) -> brings me to learn to read hangul (by this point, I only can read hangul, but I don’t understand Korean Language) One day, I was doing things while my laptop is on, playing EXO lyrics video on youtube then it played another song I’ve never listened to. It was BTS Butterfly. I listened to it and it’s a really good music. But that’s all I listened to, BTS’ Butterfly and I never explore more about BTS stuff because at that time, I thought BTS are rough while EXO are easier to listen to (I still think that). I have weird (maybe) habit that I saved a picture of celebrity that I know just so I have it documented. While I search BTS on pinterest, one guy caught my eyes and that’s V. But rather looking manly (I was setting my standard to Sehun) he’s rather cutesy guy and I wasn’t really into that (until, I changed my mind, of course. Now I couldn’t get enough of V) Then, my best friend introduced me to a new group called NCT that consist of more younger guys. She said Taeyong and Mark are the cute one, but my eyes caught by cute Winwin. We both watched Firetruck and Limitless and it was a total culture shock. We listened to EXO that’s friendly to our ear and then there’s NCT with their 'Lit’ music (let me just call it that) Although my best friend and I have mostly the same taste (except for a couple of things like guy type or book genre or movie genre, or in this case, tv show) she likes to watch Kdrama while I prefer Variety show, to me it’s more light and fun. But the explosion of Goblin made me watch it. Only a couple of episodes and still haven’t finish watching the whole series (don’t yell at me. I just think it was too heavy storyline. I know it’s a good story but my brain couldn’t process too heavy stuff. Sue me). Then, Goblin’s descent (?), the Deok Hwa guy looked a little too familiar, or at least I thought he’s kind of cute. Turned out, he’s also and idol, Sung Jae of BToB. So, my best friend and I went on a mission. She looked for MV while I looked for Weekly Idol (which I think is a good way to find out about your idol, I’ve oriented to new idol group by watching Weekly Idol). Which lands me to their anniversary episode with BToB, Twice, GFriend and GOT7. So, I learn to know more idol group even though I wasn’t paying much attention to the other three groups except for BToB. I was exclusively watching and listening to EXO for about two months. I was watching a compilation of girlgroup doing boygroup dance. There was one act that still my favorite. They played EXO’s Call Me Baby and there was Twice’s member, dancing to it and she was good. I was blown away. It was (of course) Momo. I was only listening to EXO, but listening to their song only for probably almost two months can get me bored. So, I started to explore the songs. Starting from BTS, the best way (I find) to know if I’m gonna like the song is to see the lyrics video, I listened for a few seconds and if it’s loud from the start, I skipped. I only have 9 songs at the start (I couldn’t remember what were they because now I have the full album on my phone). Then NCT (I gave it a second full chance). Then BToB which is one of the group that easily slides into my heart with their songs and their beagle personality which I LOVE. Then Blackpink (I forgot where were they in the timeline but long story short, Boombayah caught my attention, the more I hear it the more I love it). Then Twice. Then GOT7 (Jackson caught me from a Weekly Idol corner with Jackson, Dahyun and Jooheon). Then GFriend. Then Red Velvet. By this point, I have all the boygroup album on my phone (EXO, BTS, NCT, BToB, GOT7) and all 4 songs of Blackpink and have a couple of songs of Twice, GFriend, Red Velvet, SF9 (because of Rowoon that I saw on Lipstick Prince), iKon (just stumbled on one of their song Apology on youtube), Seventeen (Because of cutesy Woozi that I saw with Chanyeol on ISAC).

Also, I found watching ISAC or variety show like Running Man or Roommate or The Law of The Jungle didn’t help with my addiction (as I call it myself). It just makes me want to search for everything, watch everything, listen to everything, know every one that caught my eyes. I just fall deeper and deeper into Kstuff

That’s all for my (not so) little story time.

tlnr, once you dip your toe into Kstuff ocean, you will never go back to the island. It’s a quick sand. Everything related to another thing. You can never seem to find the end of it. It a quick-beautiful sand that will suck you in.

Cheers, Trucey

[captain-k-nuckles]

Answering these

1. Who was the last person you held hands with? Probably my nephew 2. Are you outgoing or shy? Outgoing, I’m just laid back 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? No specific person at the moment 4. Are you easy to get along with? Yeah 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? They are that type of person, yeah. 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? Tall, sarcastic, and funny 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? Who knows, probably not cause I’m me 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? A person.... 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Not really 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My best friend 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? “It’s on Friday at 10. Just taxes, social security numbers, and emails.” 12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Believer- Imagine Dragons, Candy Girl- (Riverdale) Josie and the Pussycats, Inner Demons- Julia Brennan, Woke the F*** Up- Jon Bellion, and Bad Liar- Selena Gomez 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Yesss, dude 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? That’s hard to say, kind of I guess 15. What good thing happened this summer? I got closer to my best friend 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? I’VE NEVER KISSED ANYBODY 17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Sure, why not 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? Nah, we have Spanish together though 19. Do you like bubble baths? Love them, but I haven’t taken one in years 20. Do you like your neighbors? Like, two or three of them. I live in an apartment, there’s lots of neighbors 21. What are you bad habits? I clench my jaw/grind my teeth without noticing 22. Where would you like to travel? ALASKA, I’ve always wanted to go 23. Do you have trust issues? Heck yes 24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Going home 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? All of it 26. What do you do when you wake up? Go to the bathroom 27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? It’s skin, bruh. I’m pale as heck, though. 28. Who are you most comfortable around? I have no idea 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? I don’t have an ex, ha. 30. Do you ever want to get married? Maybe. I’ve never seen a marriage last though 31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yeppers 32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with? None... Dude. 33. Spell your name with your chin. stop b. Be Fujj Hry oe 34. Do you play sports? What sports? Used to. Tennis 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? TV 36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? My life, man 37. What do you say during awkward silences? It depends on who I’m with 38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Funny, tall, respectful towards me and my family, and theirs. Someone I could have a conversation with, and who would love me for me. 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Hot Topic, Journeys, thrift stores, Books-A-Million, Party City. 40. What do you want to do after high school? I just wanna be happy 41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? No. They’re great if you believe in them. But, I’ve dealt with people who should never get one. 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m uncomfortable, I’m mad, I’m having an anxiety attack, or I’m sleepy 43. Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Trip home! 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? Friggin school, man 46. What are you paranoid about? Everything. Right now it’s ghosts, no joke. 47. Have you ever been high? Nope 48. Have you ever been drunk? Nah 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about? Not really.  50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? Black and grey 51. Ever wished you were someone else? Of course 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My body. Just be thinner. 53. Favourite makeup brand? Elf. But it’s cheap and I have no money, so I don’t experience much makeup. 54. Favourite store? Most of the time I just shop at Walmart. 55. Favourite blog? ALL OF THEM 56. Favourite colour? Yellow unless it comes to clothes, then it’s black 57. Favourite food? Chicken nuggets 58. Last thing you ate? Ice cream 59. First thing you ate this morning? I didn’t have time for food until dinner, lol. Chili 60. Ever won a competition? For what? Yep. Reading. I read the most books in our local, summer reading program. 61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? Nope 62. Been arrested? For what? No 63. Ever been in love? Nope 64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? We’ve been over this. I’ve never been kissed 65. Are you hungry right now? Eh, I could go for chicken 66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends? Nobody really talks to me on here, so I don’t have Tumblr friends. 67. Facebook or Twitter? Facebook, both are awful though 68. Twitter or Tumblr? TUMBLR 69. Are you watching tv right now? Yup 70. Names of your bestfriends? Jenny and Sky 71. Craving something? What? Pollo con Queso 72. What colour are your towels? All the colors 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two 73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals? No 74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have? About 10 75. Favourite animal? ELEPHANT 76. What colour is your underwear? Light blue 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Mint Chocolate Chip 79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Black with a rainbow skull 80. What colour pants? Blue and black plaid 81. Favourite tv show? Riverdale 82. Favourite movie? So many.... 83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2? Mean Girls 84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street? Mean Girls 85. Favourite character from Mean Girls? Karen or Janice 86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo? Dory 87. First person you talked to today? My mom 88. Last person you talked to today? My mom 89. Name a person you hate? Not really anybody 90. Name a person you love? EVERYBODY, jk. My family and friends 91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now? Well duh 92. In a fight with someone? I have been, if that’s what you’re asking. 93. How many sweatpants do you have? None. I want some though 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have? 8 or 9 95. Last movie you watched? IT (1990) 96. Favourite actress? I can’t pick 97. Favourite actor? I just can’t choose, dude 98. Do you tan a lot? I prefer to stay pale because my legs won’t tan, but I do tan for some dang reason 99. Have any pets? A puppy (he’s 10, but he’s a puppy) 100. How are you feeling? Sleepy, hungry, and bored 101. Do you type fast? For the most part yeah 102. Do you regret anything from your past? YESSSS 103. Can you spell well? I would think so 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Of course I do 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? No, BUT I WANNA 106. Ever broken someone’s heart? Oh God I hope not 107. Have you ever been on a horse? No, but I have ridden a camel when I was little 108. What should you be doing? Sleeping 109. Is something irritating you right now? My feelings and people and yeah.... 110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?Unfortunately 111. Do you have trust issues? HECK YEAAHHHHS 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? My niece and nephew 113. What was your childhood nickname? I didn’t have one 114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yep, been to 10 states in total 115. Do you play the Wii? Used to 116. Are you listening to music right now? Nope

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup? Eh 118. Do you like Chinese food? Yesssss 119. Favourite book? If I Stay 120. Are you afraid of the dark? What’s in it 121. Are you mean? Apparently, lol 122. Is cheating ever okay? No. Leave the relationship or suffer with your bad test grade. My head is in two different places, bro 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? I can’t keep any shoes clean 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No 125. Do you believe in true love? I believe in strong love. Don’t know about true 126. Are you currently bored? All the time 127. What makes you happy? Playing music 128. Would you change your name? Maybe.  129. What your zodiac sign? Aries 130. Do you like subway? YES BRO YES 131. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? I don’t got one.  132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? I don’t know 133. Favourite lyrics right now? “Angels please protect me from these rebels. This is a battle I don’t want to lose.” 134. Can you count to one million? If I wanted to, but I don’t 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I had a baby brother. I was four though 136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? I usually fall asleep on the couch. When I’m in a room though, they’re closed 137. How tall are you? 5′7″ 138. Curly or Straight hair? I have curly hair 139. Brunette or Blonde? Blonde for me 140. Summer or Winter? Winter 141. Night or Day? Night 142. Favourite month? March or November  143. Are you a vegetarian? Nah 144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Not really any of those. Dark I guess 145. Tea or Coffee? Coffee 146. Was today a good day? Not the best, not the worst.  147. Mars or Snickers? Twix 148. What’s your favourite quote? “I’m not great at advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?” 149. Do you believe in ghosts? YESSSSSS 150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? “In the next section I list the eight sabbats and mentions some of the more common themes, but I do not explain the legends, as the legends would take up a book in themselves.”