#Sorry for rambling I’m bored and lonely

[ssreeder]

Hi! I have read a lot of LIAB and I loved it but it was honestly getting a bit too much for me and I had to stop reading cuz I was way too lost in the depressive feels. Your writing is so brilliant though!

I was just wondering how you think Azula would feel if she saw Zuko’s scars? I’m not even sure if you’ve already written this as the story continued or if you plan to soon and so won’t be able to answer, but the thought intrigues me!

haha yeah I have had NUMEROUS people say they started LIAB & couldn’t finish because it got to be too much, which is totally fine!! That’s why I love fanfic because there’s so many options for what different people wanna read. When I started liab I wanted to write a really dramatic emotionally dark and tragic love story - which I know some people aren’t into haha especially with how it’s written. (It was my first time writing ive learned a lot haha)

Seriously though! Thank you so much for complimenting my writing!!<3

ok that’s so crazy you asked this because we’re just at the part in the story where azula will be in the same city as zuko. But in ANY liab situation, I do think her initial reaction would depend on if she was prepared to see zuko or not and how much she knows about where he’s been.

Azula doesn’t enjoy not having control over people and situations- and we all know that when azulas not having a good time no one else is either. So if zuko pops up alive and she’s not expecting it I’m sure she’s going to be annoyed

But no matter what, I do think seeing his scars would surprise her, whether she expected them or not the sheer destruction that was done to zukos body would shock anyone. That’s also her brother, like she knows him he’s not just some extra in the background. she grow up with him and watched him throw tantrums and whine about his mommy and they played in the garden sometimes - & yeah she was prepared to see the SCAR but not all the Scars.

Since she’s rarely caught off guard I think her initial response would be to say something mean and clever to try and overcompensate for the shake in her voice and tremble in her hands. I’m sure she’d have a physical reaction - elevated heartbeat wandering eyes increased breathing but she wouldn’t wanna give zuko the satisfaction of catching her off guard (especially not if she thinks he’s working with his uncle to overthrow her)

she’d play it off but I think it’d haunt her, even if she had zuko in her clutches as a prisoner or ally his scars would stick with her. she’d see them in her dreams and when she closed her eyes, they’d burrow into her consciousness and if she starts to mentally unravel in liab like she did in canon and I’m sure zukos scars would be a significant part of pushing her into that insanity. Especially if she doesn’t know what the fuck happened to her brother lol. sorry I started rambling! I hope I answered the question lol! Thanks for the ask!!

[citricacidprince]

Could you draw that "I trust you" scene with Mabel and Stan but with the relativity AU? (The stan twins and pine twins swap ages au)

OF COURSE, I WILL GLADLY DRAW THEM!!! 💥💥💥

I’m gonna post a long winded thesis about my thoughts on this AU, my take on the AU, and two additional arts under the cut because ooooh boy it’s a tad bit long lol. Also, please please forgive the formatting, I’m writing this all on the fly and it’s extremely disjointed, sorry- 💥

I know there’s the ‘canon’ Relativity AU designs and character dynamics, however I don’t really like them that much ngl. I feel like it mostly just ends up with ‘Mabel and Dipper get switched with Stan and Ford with no nuances once so ever’ and that BLOWS!!! There’s so much potential there and no one is playing with it!! YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN HAVE MABEL PRETENDING TO BE DIPPER, WHATS THE POINT????

Not only that but I feel like making Dipper and Mabel’s dynamic just Ford and Stan’s when they’re adults is a HUGE simplification of their characters. Like, Mabel and Dipper fight, but they don’t fight like Stan and Ford, they’re not as hard headed and stubborn. Mabel would commit some crimes yes, but I don’t believe she would get into some of the heavy shit Stan had in his past. I refuse to believe Mr. Dipper ‘Undiagnosed Anxiety Disorder’ Pines would fall for Bill’s flattery as easily as Ford did.

The Pines Twins are very different from the Mystery Twins. Mabel and Dipper didn’t grow up with a father constantly comparing the two and pinning them against each other, outright telling one kid they’ll always be a failure while the other is going to have the burden of making their family rich. They never had that tension. They wouldn’t be walking on eggshells around eachother as adults.

I know that makes the concept sound boring to some, ‘Where’s the fun in the AU if you take away the sibling fighting’. You cowards, you can still have it, young Stan and Ford are RIGHT THERE. During the second half of the show when Dipper comes back through the portal, instead of having the older set of twins, something that doesn’t male sense with their characters, have a building tension that’s going to explode soon and keep it between Stan and Ford, don’t take it away from them. If anything, I think taking away the resentment and anger growing between the two and giving it to Mabel and Dipped is a butchering of all the characters.

Sure that means some of the episodes would have to change or be completely erased, but that’s fine!!! Make up some new ones!!! Get silly with it!!!

Mabel and Dipper talk about feelings, Stan and Ford don’t. Mabel and Dipper can’t stay mad at each other, Stan and Ford will try and stay mad for decades because being angry is easier than being upset.

In my idea of this AU that fight at the end of Weirdmageddon HAS to be between Stan and Ford, and Stan HAS to still be the one getting his memories erased.

💥 Post Not-What-He-Seems Relativity AU Rambling Below 💥

Dipper is a paranoid man, fool him once you’re never going to fool him again. He would never in a million years ever work with Bill again. Ford however is an extremely lonely child, both he and his brother are desperate for any type of positive attention. I think Bill would see him as a potential protege, especially since Ford is a ‘freak’ like he is and the kid is extremely smart for his age. He’s malleable, Bill probably thinks he could shape him uo to be the perfect lackey.

Ford, being the lonely kid he is, probably does fall for the praise initially. He craves attention and Bill pushes all the right buttons and says all the right words, tries and gains his trust even if time has proven again and again that he shouldn’t be trusting the demon.

The tension between the Stan Twins would grow after Grunkle Dipper comes back because Ford is upset that Stan didn’t listen to him (even if it was for the best that he did) and that Grunkle Dipper forgave Graunty Mabel so easily because if Ford was in those shoes he wouldn’t have. It grows more and more as Ford becomes distant and Stan tries to connect with his brother to no avail. Which, of course, comes to a boiling point when Ford says he’s going to stay in Gravity Falls and learn under Grunkle Dipper. Stan is rightfully upset. He can’t go back to New Jersey by himself. It’s always just been the two of them, he needed Ford, he couldn’t handle school or their father by himself. He can’t be alone.

Unlike Mabel who just wanted one more day of summer, Stan wishes that he wouldn’t be alone, which indirectly causes Weirdmaggendon.

Stan’s prison bubble would probably be a fake New Jersey-esc town full of a bunch of little Stans running around. Town O’ Stan. A place where no Stan is left behind.

Ford says some nice words to Stan there to get him outta there but there is still this intense tension between the two.

During the Cipher Wheel Ford is the one who tackles Stan. The two fight, whining out hurtful words neither of them mean and only stop when Bill shows up and captures them. Graunty Mabel and Grunkle Dipper run off and distract Cipher in hopes that they can keep the attention on themselves long enough that their great nephews could come up with a plan to escape.

The younger twins don’t find a way out and instead, finally, have an actual talk about their feelings, one that definitely ends up in tears as the two talk about the pressure that’s put on them or how worthless they feel. After that the boys get a rush of determination to escape when Stanley has a plan. Ford immediately hates the plan but Stan insists that they do it, in his own words, ‘Let me prove I can do something right for once.’

When Bill comes back and threatens to kill either Mabel or Dipper just for the hell of it, Ford calls out that he’d like to make a deal.

He wants to work with Bill, let Bill into his mind willingly. Bill immediately jumps on that offer. Ford is a promising young kid, perfect henchmaniac potential, not to mention it would absolutely devastate Dipper is his great nephew willingly turned to Bill’s side.

He goes into Ford’s head, revealing Stanley just in time to reveal that he was trapped, panicking as he was erased with a swift left-hook along with a kid who was happy to prove he was good for something after all.

Everyone was devastated after Weirdmaggedon of course, a child had his mind completely wiped. Stanford took it the worst, he just managed to finally break down those words that others built in his head, that he was too good for Stanley or that he didn’t need a knucklehead like him dumbing down his brain, and now his brother was gone. Just like that.

We all know what happens after this, Stan gets his memory back, everyone celebrates and the Stan twins are sent home, promising each other that they’ll never let anyone try and tear them apart ever again. Dipper and Mabel stay at the shack, after all, all they could ever want is there, where else could they possibly go?

Sorry this was… extremely rambly and long, I am extremely tired and can’t think straight I have a bunch more ideas and concepts so if anyone’s desperately wants to hear them just ask I guess, sorry you read this dumb of ass essay haha 💥

[paper-possum-party-pal]

Meet The Narrator!

And it appears that there are two other characters to unlock in this lineup!

I’ll give you all the lore for main tsp AU once I reveal the design for the final character, but for now you get to learn about my Narrator!

The Narrator is a being known as an Informis Voxumis that has spent years observing humanity. The Narrator and other beings like him do not have natural physical forms, they’re just a voice/consciousness stretched across planes of dimensions and reality. This existence intersecting these planes can allow them to build physical forms for themselves, but it’s incredibly difficult to do so considering the matter that needs to be pieced together in a functional manner. It’s a miracle that The Narrator would eventually manage to pull it off. Informis Voxumis, or ‘Voices’ for something simpler, existed across the galaxy since near the beginning of time, but their numbers have dwindled to the point that The Narrator and his two cohorts have only interacted with each other, and while there’s still probably more out there, it’s unli they’ll ever meet. There are two more Entities similar to the Informis Voxumis that are also watching over Earth and the three Voices, but that’s a story for another day.

The Narrator’s Bio!

(The Narrators fear and disdain for humanity is completely warranted. Not only are living things, to him, gross meat things that do awful gross stuff, but intelligent mortal beings are fully capable of killing or controlling the Informis Voxumis. How? Oh I definitely totally remember how and am certainly not stalling to tell you when I figure it out)

After spending years watching humanity The Narrator begins to grow bored, and while he’s weary about interacting with any aspect of Earth, he’s become insatiably curious. The Narrator gets the clever idea (in his opinion) to create a human and place it in a little sandbox he’s created to study the idiosyncrasies of humanity.

This is the start of The Parable.

Unfortunately for The Narrator, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing and while he thinks he’s making a completely original human, he’s actually plucked the recently deceased soul of one Stanley and has begun fiddling around with it. The original Stanley is mostly lost in this process, and beyond the few remanents left of Stanley, he is nothing more than a shell of what he once was, so at first he doesn’t really do much. The Narrator then has to tweak Stanley until he can move around, understand orders, etc. This creates a new Stanley with no memories of the past beyond what the Narrator has shoved into him for his character. This new Stanley starts out curious and optimistic, but you know how the story goes by now. He loses that optimism, starts doing everything he can to go against and irritate The Narrator, and they start butting heads. This begins their on again off again friendship and rivalry.

I’m still deciding when in the timeline it happens exactly, but The Narrator eventually makes his human form, partly to prove that he’s better than humanity and that he’d make a great human. Another repressed part of him did it because he was curious and lonely, and the most repressed part of him did it because he noticed how lonely, depressed, and touch starved Stanley was becoming. He doesn’t use it for a long time after making it, he hides it and doesn’t tell Stanley, but eventually he’s given the push he needed to try it out and finally greet Stanley in person.

He is immediately punched in the face.

Stanley doesn’t apologize, which is warranted, but that’s the moment they really start over and try to get along better.

That’s one(ish?) part done. Sorry if I’ve rambled on too much or if it’s disjointed. I’m honestly not used to writing things down like this and I needed to put what I had in my head out into the world. I’ll probably write a more comprehensive document or something, maybe answer questions, idk. It probably doesn’t help that there are certain aspects of this AU that I’m still trying to develop. I’ll need to make a separate things so I can make it clear exactly what’s going on with Stanley.

One final note, my Narrator does share a human name with one of @shinakazami1 Narrator’s from her lovely Ao3 fic “Destiny Surely Likes to Play Tricks” that she made with Taking_L’s. I wanted to make sure they got proper credit, and if you haven’t read it already, you really should! I’ll be posting a link to the fic separately since this post is already long enough.

Congrats if you managed to wade through my idea speghetti, good job! And thanks for all your lovely words in my last posts, it really makes my day!

The first image but without the character shadows

[beebeetheclown]

Hey! I have an imagine request for domonic from banshees

Hi thank you for this request💕

I was obsessed with Barry’s character in this film and am happy to write about him for you though I don’t write many imagines but I hope I did this right and you enjoy it🥰

Dominic Kearney Imagine

Dominic Kearney x reader

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Living alone had its pros and cons. You liked the quiet and it was just easier in general to live alone, but if you ever planned to go out for a long period of time, you always had to find someone to look over the house and take care of the three cows you had. You didn’t trust a lot of the people around you, you worried that they’d steal something when you were away or that they would do a poor job of looking after the cows. Dominic was the only one you really seemed to trust.

He didn’t live far from you, so you thought it wouldn’t be that much of a bother to make him be the one to guard the house and cows while you were away. He was always happy to do it as it always gave him something to do; he grew bored quite often.

As the two of you got to know each other more, he would sometimes stop by your house without telling you that he was coming over. He’d knock on the door and he would have a smile on his face every time you would open it for him.

“I hope I’m not being a bother to you.” He would say. You’d let him come into the house as he would keep you company wherever you felt lonely. Sometimes, you would let him stay for dinner or while you did house work. He talked a lot, sometimes he talked so much that he would just ramble on and on and you wouldn’t even really pay attention, you’d just nod your head and act like you were listening to him.

One time, he came out to help you with the cows. He pet them and helped you feed them. He helped you name the three cows, calling them Ferguson, Penelope, and Leonard. As he was petting Ferguson a thought came up and he shared it without thinking, it was a thing he always did, he would share his thoughts out loud without thinking first,

“Have you ever thought about having one of these guys for dinner? Ferguson looks like he'd make a good burger.”

“Dominic! Bloody hell, not ever have I thought like that.”

“Right, sorry, sorry. It was just a thought I had I guess. What’s for dinner anyways?”

“I don’t know, ask your father.”

“Can’t I just stay here? I’m sure you’re cooking up something better than my daddy.”

“Dominic, you have been staying for dinner for the past three days, I think it’s time you go back to your own place for dinner.”

He scratched the back of his head, “Yeah, okay, I guess you’re right. My daddy will probably like me to eat with him anyways. He always gets bored easily that one.” He took his hand off Ferguson and began to walk towards the gate, “Well, if you’re not having me for dinner, I guess I should be heading off then.”

“Okay, good bye Dominic.”

“Goodbye, do you think I could come by tomorrow?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I have quite a lot to do.”

“I could always help you out.”

“We’ll see okay? Now you get back home.”

He nodded his head a little, “Alright, I’ll get back home, Goodbye again.”

“Goodbye.”

He began to walk back home now and you watched him leave. The truth was that you didn’t think you could bear to have another meal with him, he talked so much even when he had taken bites of his food. Dominic always had so much to say. You needed to eat dinner in silence for once. You did like Dominic, but he was just a bit much at times.

On that same day, he came back to see you just as you were cleaning up the dishes. He knocked on the door four times before he began to call your name then he knocked on the door again. He kept hollering and knocking until you had opened the door. It was a little dark out now as the sun had set, but you could still see the scars on his face. The scars were not there earlier that day.

“Dominic, what’s happened to your face?”

“My daddy didn’t really like me sayin’ that I didn’t like his cooking. I guess it made him a little angry.” He said with an awkward little giggle. “I know I wasn’t supposed to come here but I didn’t want to stay with him.”

“Come in, come in. Let me fix you up.” You put a hand on his shoulder and allowed him to step inside your small home, “Sit right at the table, I’ll clean you up.”

With your hand still on his shoulder, you guided him over to the table and pulled a chair out for him and he sat. You went to the sink and got a clean washcloth and ran it under the water before walking over to him. You sat right next to him at the table and faced him. You brought the cloth to his face and lightly dabbed where his scars were, wiping away the blood. His blue eyes watched yours the whole time you cleaned up his scars.

“I hope I’m not being a bother to you.” He said quietly, “I guess I just didn’t really know where else to go.”

“No, not at all, don’t worry about it. I am always here to help you Dominic.”

“But why?”

You lower the cloth down into your lap and smile at him, “You help me with things like taking care of my cows and looking after the house when I’m gone.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You could tell he had something else t say but for once, he was hesitant.

“What is it?”

“What is what?”

“What is on your mind?”

“A lot of things.” He replied with a little grin, “Which would you like to know first.”

“You were hesitant about something, I could tell, what were you being so hesitant about.”

He inhaled, then let a sigh leave him, “I don’t know, you probably won’t like the idea very much.”

“Just tell me anyway.” You brought your thumb to brush over the scar that was on his cheek just below his eye.

It got quiet for a moment, “Do you think maybe I could, I don’t know, stay here for the night? My daddy is probably still angry with me for runnin’ out of the house, or he’s probably wanging himself to sleep.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at the last part, Dominic wasn’t very good at keeping private information to himself.

“Oh, I don’t know-”

“I can sleep right on that couch there, I won’t be a bother to you. I promise I don’t snore, at least I don’t think I do.”

You weren’t sure if you liked the idea of him spending the night, but you also didn’t want to force him to go back home, “Alright, but just for this one night and then you go back home.”

He got excited, “Really? No one’s ever let me have a sleepover before you know? Thank you!” He leaned over and gave you a hug. You were taken back by the hug at first but them hugged him back,

“Yes, you’re welcome, but just for this one night.”

“Just for this one night.” He repeated.

He got up when the hug ended and walked over to the small couch. He immediately lied down as soon as he got on it, “It is not as comfortable as I thought.”

“Well, would you rather sleep with the smelly old cows?”

“No, no. Don’t make me sleep with the cows. Here is just fine.” He sat up again, “It would be nice to have a blanket though.”

“This is no motel you know? I am not your servant.” You teased, “But I’ll get you some blankets, I won’t make you sleep cold.” You went to get him some extra blankets you had in your bedroom and when you brought them out to him, you sat down next to him, “I don’t have many extras, I hope this is enough.”

“I think it will be enough for me, thank you. I didn’t make you take blankets off of your bed did I?”

“No, I’ve got my own, you’re alright.” He fidgeted with his sleeves then looked at you deeply without saying anything, “What is it now?” You asked softly.

The next thing he did took you by surprise as you weren’t expecting it at all. He leaned in and kissed your lips. It was a very quick kiss; it was the type of kiss little elementary school children would give each other. You looked at him blankly, not knowing what to do or say.

“I’m sorry,” He said, “I’m sorry, that was silly of me wasn’t it?” He looked down at his lap then laughed a little, “I guess I’ve made a mistake haven’t I?”

You felt a little bad for him as you could tell he was embarrassed by his actions, “No, it’s okay. Don’t, uh, don’t worry about it.” The room got quiet for a moment, “I think I’ll be off to bed now.” You said.

“But it isn’t even late yet.”

You couldn’t help by lie to him, you felt a little awkward, “Yes, but I guess I’m just feeling very tired.”

“Oh, okay.” He replied, sounding a little disappointed, “Goodnight then I guess.”

“Goodnight Dominic.” You stood from the couch and when you made it a couple feet away from him he spoke again, “I didn’t make you dislike me did I?”

You turned to face him, “No, of course not Dominc. I’m fine, really. Just try and sleep now, okay?”

He nodded his head, “Okay, I will sleep now.”

When you made it back to your room, you stayed lying wide awake in your bed. You didn’t know how you felt about Dominic kissing you. You never thought of him that way, then again, you didn’t dislike feeling his lips on your lips.

Maybe you liked the kiss because you felt sorry for poor little Dominic, maybe you liked it out of sorrowness. Or maybe, you liked the kiss because you actually enjoyed it.

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for cutting off a friend over an inappropriately timed confession?

tl;dr at end. it’s been a while since this went down, but i’m still feeling uncertain about it all. 

i (18m) hosted a birthday party a few months ago. the guest list was small since the activity i chose was pricey. among the guests was a guy we’ll call carson(17m, same grade). i honestly was already drifting away from him before this incident, and sort of regretted inviting him, but i’d already told him about it and had just known him for so long, it felt mean not to. the day’s plan was to grab lunch at my favorite restaurant, drive everyone to the activity, do that, drive everyone back to my house for cake, and then send everyone home. at lunch, people handed me gifts. carson hands me the actual gift and a card with a printed sheet of paper tucked inside. the card’s paragraph text was normal enough, but then i open the paper inside, and it’s a goddamn love poem. like, “i’m scared of how you’ll react if i give you a valentine” levels here. i am not into poetry even a little. i’m obviously uncomfortable because i barely like him as a friend, but i thank him and move on. 

for some background, carson and i dated in name only for about five or six days during the pandemic. we didn’t actually do anything, i think i was just bored and lonely. i am attracted to men, just not him. i am also autistic, and he’s suspected to be. he also has a pretty shit home life(he’s recently pivoted to “actually my home life is great!” but none of us really buy that. i won’t go into it though, it’s not really relevant nor my business), and that might affect how he views relationships, since his parents had a pretty nasty divorce when he was young.

after cake, everyone left except carson. he then says something like “do you remember when we dated sophmore year?” he gives this stuttering, rambling buildup that ends in him asking if i’d like to go out with him. i tell him no, and he apologizes for if he made me uncomfortable. i lie and tell him he didn’t. i was actually extremely uncomfortable because as the host i couldn’t leave! i really felt cornered. after more awkwardness i ask when his ride will get here, and he says his mom is already here, he just “needed to get it off his chest.” 

a little more context, i had some pretty shit birthday parties in the past, and only started having them again last year after being tired of them going badly.  they’re still an incredibly sensitive time for me. i’ve told him this, although he claimed to not remember(i’m not sure whether him lying or forgetting would piss me off more.)

two months or so go by, and he still hasn’t apologized. i realize that i’m not going to get over this like i hoped i would, so i confront him, asking him why he would do that. he basically tells me that he didn’t think about it, and is sorry i got upset. 

here’s where i might be the asshole. i was giving him the cold shoulder before, but after his apology, i completely cut him off. i refuse to even acknowledge his presence when he’s around with my other friends. i know he apologized, but i’m just still so mad at him, and it felt like such a non-apology that he only gave because i asked him to. my friends who have other personal grievances against him think i’m in the right to cut him off, but my family says i’m being too hard on him, and that he was just trying to shoot his shot and mistimed it. i’m definitely not going to make up with him because even thinking about him pisses me off. but i feel like such a dick for doing this, and i’m still thinking about it months later. am i the asshole here?

tl;dr, friend asks me out at my birthday party when birthdays are a sensitive subject for me, i cut him off after thinking his apology isn’t good enough

What are these acronyms?

[supernaturalgirl20]

Meet You There

Pairings: Ezra x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst,references to sex, second chance romance, mentions of injury, low self esteem (Ezra).

Part of @toomanystoriessolittletime writing challenge

December writing Challenge

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

He felt nervous.

For the first time in cycles as he slowly approached the familiar bookstore. It was a simple red brick building with a bright red door and he supposed many passers by wouldn’t even give it a second look. After all, it was nothing special. It blended seamlessly in with all the other buildings surrounding it but he knew different.

This was the place where rare books could be bought. This was the place where a scoundrel like himself could weave through the aisles of old books unnoticed. It was the place where he met you.

***

As his feet carry him through the crowds a smile edges its way onto the corners of his mouth as the memory of your first meeting flashes through his mind. He’d been browsing some of the books from the old earth when you literally crashed into him, the pile of books in your arms obscuring your view.

“I’m so sorry, oh I’m such an idiot,” you said with a tinge of embarrassment, your cheeks reddening under his stare. He couldn’t help it, truly. He’d never seen anything more beautiful and he’d seen the rarest of gems. He helped you pick them up and carry them to a little nook in the back where you proceeded to talk and talk for hours.

He must have been good in a past life he had thought to himself the more he learned about you. You both shared an interest in literature, poetry and ecosystems and he loved the way your eyes would light up when you talked about something you were passionate about.

He made the first move. Leaning in and kissing you softly as you rambled on, the feel of his slightly dry lips on yours silencing you.

He was enraptured. You were like a siren in the books of old calling him to his doom and he would gladly perish at your feet. The soft kiss became more heated and then you asked him back to yours where you became a tangle of limbs and soft moans as he buried himself inside you.

His skin tingles at the memory and his cock stirs to life beneath his sweatpants. The memory of your naked form had kept him company on those long lonely nights on the green.

Now, as he stood staring at the doors to the bookstore that started it all, he can’t help the worrisome feeling that settles in the pit of his stomach. Will you be here? Would you want to see him if you were?

***

You’d both made an agreement way back when, that every year you would both meet here, same time, same place. Until such a time that you both would give up prospecting and settle down somewhere. That had gone on every year for six years until he became trapped on that Kevva forsaken moon.

Ezra pushes open the door, the small bell overhead signalling his arrival and as it closes behind him he quickly scans the store for any sight of you. A disappointed sigh leaves his lips as it becomes apparent you aren’t there. You had probably moved on. Met someone new, someone who could be there for you.

He moves slowly through the store, his feet carrying him to the aisle where you’d first met and he can feel the stares of the patrons boring into him. No doubt staring at the lack of appendage as the sleeve of his jacket hangs loosely at his side. At least he doesn’t have to bear the rejection you would no doubt have shown him.

His eyes rove through the new titles that have been added when a familiar voice echoes behind him.

“Ezra?” You almost whisper, and his body stiffens with shock. Is it really you? Have you really waited for him?

“Moonbeam,” he questions as he turns in the direction of your voice. He gasps at the sight of you before him, a hopeful look in your eyes. “Is it really you, Ez?”

He takes a step forward, slowly reaching his hand out, the need to touch so overwhelming. He nods his head, his eyes taking you in. You haven’t changed a bit and a warmth floods his veins as he thinks he’s finally found his home. “It’s me, I assure you. I..”

His words trail off as his hand caresses your cheek causing your eyes to flutter closed. “I cannot believe you're truly here, moonbeam. It’s as if all my dreams have come true, or I’ve finally run out of luck and met my maker.”

You open your eyes and smile brightly up at him, “I thought the worst last year Ez when you weren’t…I feared you were…” you gulp, unable to speak your worst fears aloud.

“I will not lie, moonbeam. I almost perished on the green moon but a saviour came and helped me leave that wretched place, albeit minus a limb.” He says, lifting the right sleeve of his jacket and your eyes drift towards where his arm should be.

“Oh Ezra. I’m so sorry you had to endure that. I should have been there….maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Hush, do not blame yourself my star…if you had accompanied me on that trip it could have been you who perished and it would have killed me twice over.” His thumb rubs soothingly over your cheek before drifting down to your chin where he tilts it upward.

“Dare I hope that you have waited all this time for a lonely soul such as myself?” His voice is laced with hope as his eyes flicker from yours to your lips.

Your hand wraps itself in his sweater effectively pulling him close. “I would wait forever for you, Ez. You should know that.”

Before he can say another word you reach up and touch your lips to his in a soft kiss. His tongue teases the seam of your lips until you open for him. The kiss is aching and all consuming as your tongues caress each other. A throat clearing pulls you apart and he rests his head against yours.

“I think I’m ready to settle down now, moonbeam. If you’ll have me?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

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[noxsoulmate]

💞⚾ Noxy’s Tarlos Baseball Fic ⚾💞

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3

Chapter: 1/2 | Word Count: 5390 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: baseball, valentine's day, different first meeting, meet-cute, running into each other, coffee shops, farmers market, night clubs, hook-up, baseball player TK, baseball player Carlos, rivals, Red vs Blue (but not the episode), banter, sexual innuendos, flirting, teasing, basically Tarlos uses the baseball game as foreplay, and they don't hide it, implied sexual content, but TK has a dirty mind so the rating is explicit, making out, strangers to lovers, love at first sight | Art made by me

Summary:

The moment he spots him, he freezes. For just a tiny second, he wonders if all his thoughts of Carlos have summoned him. And then he takes in the man as a whole, attire and all – and his mind goes blank. Because Carlos is wearing a jersey as well. And it’s blue. Carlos is wearing the blue jersey… of APD.

~*~

Meet cutes are only meant for rom coms, right? So why is it that TK has a total of four of them with the same stranger in just one day? Besides, Valentine’s weekend is certainly not the right time for him to have his head in cloud nine – not when the annual Baseball game between Fire and Police is on the line. Apparently, Police hasn't lost in years thanks to their pitcher. But now Fire has TK on their team – a paramedic who had a chance to play in the major leagues...

This fic is finished, chapter two will be posted tomorrow.

The biggest, biggest thanks goes out to the amazing @lightningboltreader and @bonheur-cafe. These two spent the past few weeks explaining an American game that seems to have no rules to a European who had zero knowledge about it - and they did it in a way that said European was able to write a fic about it. I bow to you two! They also helped plot out every step of the game - Char, Dalawa, this fic truly wouldn't exist without your help, and for once, that's not just a phrase 😂

💞⚾ Read Chapter 1 on ao3 ⚾💞

Sneak peek under the cut:

TK knows better than to check his phone while walking. He actually has been dispatched to scenarios in which walking while looking at the phone had ended in tragedy in one way or another. So clearly, he should know better.

But that doesn’t stop him from answering Nancy’s text while he’s in the middle of the supermarket, walking along the cereal aisle. The moment he hits send, he’s reminded just why it is so bad to not look where you’re going.

The only thing he really registers is that he smacks into something solid, losing the grip on the few groceries wedged into his arm – because who needs a shopping cart or basket, right? Apparently, he does because right away, everything tumbles to the floor; the oranges roll away and for a split second, his heart stops when he fears the jar of honey will break, but it lands on the jug of milk first so the fall is softened, thankfully. The only thing he can catch is his phone – thank God – and with his heart pounding, an apology on his lips, he looks up.

Only to lose his breath again.

He’s staring into the warmest, softest brown eyes he has ever seen and while that should be a completely boring color for eyes, it certainly isn’t on this man. Those eyes are eyes he could stare into for days and still not get tired. And that isn’t even acknowledging the rest of this perfect face.

“I’m really sorry, are you alright?”

It takes TK a second to realize that the man just spoke – holy hell, what a voice – and he has to shake himself to get his head back online.

“No no, that was all my fault, I’m the one who’s sorry,” TK hastens to apologize before quickly kneeling down to pick up his stuff. The handsome stranger follows, crouching down to help with the oranges while TK starts rambling. “I was checking my phone. I know that’s something you shouldn’t do but my partner just messaged me and she sometimes gets impatient when it takes me too long to reply and I don’t want her to worry. She’s worried about me enough already and–” He looks up to see the man holding out another orange to him, a soft grin on his face. “Aaand I should stop talking. I’m sorry,” he adds one last time as he takes the last orange and stands back up.

Once again, the handsome man follows and for a second they stand and look at each other, frozen in the moment. Until TK remembers his manners.

“Are you okay? I ran right into you.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Also, all of my groceries are safely in a cart,” he adds with a little grin, definitely teasing TK, who huffs out a laugh.

“I only have a few things, no need to bother with a cart.”

“If you say so.”

TK wants to reply – wants to stay and spend hours talking and teasing with this man – but right then, his phone pings with a new message. His eyes fall to the screen.

“Well, uhm, sorry again for crashing into you,” he says with a little smile. “I need to get going.”

“Careful though. No need to run into someone else.”

For a wild second, TK wonders if the man means this in a flirty way. For an even wilder second, he wonders if he should just take a leap of faith and ask for the man’s number – but then he remembers that he’s living in Texas now – has been for over a year, in fact – and that in this place, he can’t just hit on random strangers even when his gaydar tries to convince him it would be okay. The risk of hitting on someone who will take it the wrong way is just too high. So, accepting defeat and the fact that he can’t just ask a random stranger for his number because it would sound weird and crazy and be potentially risky, TK simply smiles and nods.

“I’ll try my best.”

The whole long way down the cereal aisle, TK forces himself not to look back, not even once, not even when his senses try to convince him that someone’s staring at his back the entire time.

💞⚾ Continue on ao3 ⚾💞

Written for the @tarlosweeklyprompts Valentine's Fic Exchange and my giftee @sugdenlovesdingle. The prompt was: TK and Carlos meeting via the police vs fire baseball game when they’re on opposing teams (bonus points for a grey’s anatomy-like thing where they hook up the night before without knowing who the other is and then seeing them at the game).

Dear SugdenLovesDingle, I'm really sorry you get your gift this late, Corona stole a whole month from me... I really hope the story will make up for the wait 💖 I loved your prompt so, so much! I've always wanted to write a coda for Red vs Blue - but this is even better. I'm a sucker for alternative first meetings, so this was just brilliant! I hope you like the little twist I put on your bonus points prompt - I just couldn't decide on the meet cute I wanted for them, so... I gave them all 😂

Bingo square used:

@mfbingo O3: Meet Cute

Noxy’s Tagging List: @chaotictarlos, @detective-giggles, @sgirl18,  @sapphire11, @bubblesandroses8, @firstprince-history-huh, @beautifulhigh, @rangergurlgleek1211, @shadesofdeviant, @otter-love-asl, @ramblingdisaster73, @first-kanaphan, @xtltokio, @lightningboltreader, @buckybarnesalways, @meditating-honey-badger, @mangacat201, @tarlossource

[itrytobeoriginalbutimnot]

COPYCAT

Summary: Everyone in Minnesota knew about the menacing serial killer in a Ghostface mask. The state tried to keep the crimes a secret but news travels fast and unfortunately murder tends to inspire copycat killers.

Or

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher are inspired by the original Ghostface killer and set out to commit their own murders, unaware that the original Ghostface is more closer to home than they thought.

Warnings: murder, stalking, gore, violence. Anything related to horror movies. Each chapter will come with its own set of warnings as they may change.

Prologue

14 July 1995

The sound of the VHS rewinding a tape resonated throughout the living room as a lone sixteen-year-old blonde girl sat on the couch bored and playing with her long hair to pass the time. Her grey eyes glanced over to the clock ticking on the wall, her boyfriend Matt should be over soon to watch the movie with her.

Heather removed her hand from her hair and giggled to herself. Despite the two watching multiple movies together they somehow never manage to finish watching the whole movie. The blonde stretched her limbs and got up from the couch, walking over to the TV to stop the tape rewinding since it was at the start of the movie. Her eyes went over to the slip-case.

Poltergeist was tonight’s choice, a recommendation by a blockbuster employee.

Heather froze turning her attention away from the VHS and going towards the landline that had begun to ring on a nearby table. With a huff Heather walked over to the device and answered it, expecting the other caller to be her boyfriend.

"About time you called Matt. I've got the movie ready and I'm just about to put on the popcorn. And please don't say that you're going to be late," told Heather with irritation clear in her voice. The last time Matthew had come over to her house he had been over an hour late.

“I’m not Matt,” said the other person on the phone, clearly amused at the mistake.

"Oh." Heather was taken aback by that replied. "Then who is this? Unless you have the wrong number." She was so sure that this was Matts phone number.

"Do I?"

"I think you do creepy stranger." Heather ended the call and walked into the kitchen to prepare some snacks. The phone rang again as Heather put some popcorn on the stove. "Hello" She hesitantly answered into the phone.

"Hello, again." It was the same caller.

"Why did you call me again?"

"To apologise for the mix up."

"Now that you've apologised now, I'm hanging up."

"Wait, don't hang up!"

"Why? Do you want to ask me out on a date Mr stranger?“ Asked Heather with a flirty expression on her face as she watched the popcorn pop on the stove.

"Maybe later. What are you doing right now?" They changed the subject.

"I'm about to watch a movie. Poltergeist. Do you know that one?

"I know that one. Do you like scary movies Heather?" Asked the sinister voice that sent shivers down the blonde’s spine. Panic began to rise as Heather’s grip on the phone loosened causing it to nearly fall to the ground.

"How do you know my name?" Heather was freaked out at the new information; she shakily took the popcorn of the stove as to not burn it. "Listen you asshole I'm going to end this call and you’re not going to phone me again!”

As if on autopilot Heather ended the call, running to the front door to make sure that it was lock, staying for a moment more than she should as she tripled check that the bolts were secure and that nothing could get in. Once the front door was locked, she went to lock the back door, declining an incoming call before pressing the numbers for her boyfriend’s phone.

"Matt you won't believe what just happened. You better hurry up because I'm really scared,” she rambled on giving the details of everything that just happened.

“Sorry Heather.” The blonde froze, more frightened than before. “Matt can’t come to the phone right now.”

“How do you have his phone!? What have you done to him?!”

"I think you should be more worried about yourself.”

“What?”

“Let's play a game Heather."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why Heather? It’s because I wasn't to see what your insides look like." Heather eyes widened as she realised that she hadn't locked the backdoor. She rushed to the door to lock the thing before he could get in. "Why don't you turn on the lights"

"What?"

"Or are you too afraid to find out." They taunted.

Heather was scared and now angry at the taunt. Part of her mind still believed that this was a prank. She would wish that she hadn't risen to the bait.

Flicking the lights on, Heather brought a hand to her mouth as she miffed her shocked cries. She felt sick to her stomach at the sight of her boyfriend Matt who was tied to a chair, gagged and gutted with his organs trailing all around the chair. She heard a noise outside and backed away from the glass door.

"Who's there?"

"Are you stupid? Saying that is a death sentence. Do you want to die Heather cause Matt sure didn't."

The house lights turned off and Heather screamed as she rushed to the front door on the other side of the house. A black robed figure with a Ghostface masked sprang out from a closet closest to the front door grabbing her and forcing her to the ground.

The Ghostface stabbed her in the stomach as she kicked and screamed, trying to get them of her. The knife went through her left leg as she attempted to kick them off her.

"Please, don't kill me! You don't have to do this." Heather bargained as she realised that she was close to her end.

The Ghostface skillfully slid the body behind Heather, positioning themselves on top of her back and pining her to the ground.

"You're right. I don't have to do this... but I can." The Ghostface slit Heather's neck, watching in fascination as the blood spilled onto the ground. After a minute, the Ghostface reached for a camera inside their black robes.

"Say cheese."

Click, click, click.

[abubblingcandle]

ankle or pain or stiff or bored

Thank you! This is helping with the football induced hysteria as I lay in bed screaming at the tv. Putting it under the cut as it is long!

Ankle - from Have You Noticed You Are Breathing

“I’m not sticking around here until after lunch with you wallowing and trying to play video games with a messed up brain,” Keeley tossed Jamie his lone slide and laid his crutches next to him. “I’m doing a good job of playing video games with a messed up brain actually,” Jamie protested, hand clutched against his chest in mock outrage but he did slide on his shoe to his good foot and hop up to his feet. “You don’t really need to babysit. I am able to exist on my own with a fucked up ankle. I’m getting good at hopping. God I’m going to be so unsymmetrical after this. My good leg is going to be so mint,” Jamie rambled but despite his protests he now had a coat on and was ready to leave. “Come on Mr I Can’t Shower Alone,” Keeley teased, helping him hop out down the stairs from Ted’s apartment. “I said you don’t need to. Didn’t say I wouldn’t like it babe,” Jamie smirked.

Pain - from Make Me Fret or Make Me Frown

“Nothing to be sorry for Jamie. Just don’t want you to be in any more discomfort than you need to be,” Ted whispered and smiled. Jamie huffed and Roy nearly reflexively did the same. Jamie was visibly in a fuckton of discomfort, what was a little bit more pain when you were currently the talk of the nation? Ted, Rebecca, Keeley, Georgie were all focusing on the slating of Cartrick and Rupert but Roy had been looking deeper. He had seen all the people calling Jamie a wimp and a weak little bitch for going down and hiding in hospital while the real footballers were being punished. He had seen all the people calling for the suspension to be over ruled because Williams was just playing the proper game not the babyish sport that Tartt wanted to play. They didn’t care that Jamie was in pain. They didn’t care that he had nearly died. Rupert was playing the orchestra of online assholes, like the pied piper of keyboard wankers.

Stiff - from Like a Black Hole

Jamie woke up with a throbbing head and a stiff neck. He couldn’t remember the much of the day before after resurrection of Dani Rojas’ knee. He was already plastered then. It would be easy to believe that his chat with Miss Welton was just a really bad dream. But then Jamie opened his eyes to find himself sat on his floor, empty bottles of assorted cheap alcohol around him and still wrapped in the Richmond sideline cape that he had stolen in a fit of anger. It had happened. It wasn’t a nightmare.

Bored - from Snap

“I won’t mind if you take the call,” Jamie muttered. Beard turned it over and it was just a text. His eyes flicked side to side and then the phone was returned to the table. “He’s fine. He just wants company but you need this. Assuming you didn’t just call because you are bored?” Beard raised an eyebrow. “No, no. I,” Jamie stammered, drumming his fingers on the table. Beard, despite his best friend’s requests for companionship, seemed to content to sip his drink and wait for Jamie to find the words. There were only three words that could sum up all of his raging thoughts. “I fucked up,” Jamie sighed, eventually breaking the silence.

[gunnerkriggcritical]

Everyone is homing in on Annie's dad as a big problem, and he is. But I juust want to point out Annie's treatment by the hand of the author. I loved it when she was finally venting her feelings openly, I remember that one chapter when Kat asked if she got in trouble for something, and Annie said she was supposed to be in detention, but what were they going to do, tell her parents? It was clearly a sign of both freedom and bitter teenage angst over her situation. I never read it as her being...arrogant. Yeah her cheating off Kats work was bad, but I assumed her comeuppance for that was the fight with Renard that lead to her finding out why her mother died. Then Tony came back, and all of a sudden it was just emotional abuse almost every chapter, and after all that I hear characters describing Tony coming back as 'reining Annie in' and I find myself staring at a wall. Why does Tom punish Annie for being a teenager with absent parents stuck in an actually hostile boarding school? Did he seriously write getting emotionally abused by her dad as a wake up call to be humble? Is boring Annie we see in recent chapters supposed to be mature Annie now?

Thank you for this ask. I agree so, so much; I definitely find this to be a troubling and weird aspect of how Annie & Tony are handled. I personally view her situation as more nuanced. Yes, she’s badly behaved and rebellious and careless, and she knows it, and she’s doing it on purpose, and she does need to be reined in, to an extent… but the Court are more or less evil, their rules are (at times) overly harsh and arbitrary and deserve to be rebelled against, and on top of that, Annie is a lonely, traumatized, grieving child who’s spent years with no parental guidance or support. She has ten million valid excuses.

It’s ridiculous for the comic to present her as a spoiled child who needs to be punished. Ridiculous and irresponsible and even cruel. When Idra says Annie is spoiled, or when Ysengrin dismisses her dad’s abuse, and I’m fairly certain they’re both supposed to be presented as this common-sense, no-nonsense voice of reason who the reader is supposed to agree with… Whew. It sucks pretty hard!

In earlier days, I thought Annie’s circumstances were intentionally being portrayed as more complex than just a spoiled kid acting out for no good reason. I guess I was wrong and the nuance was an accident? Or something? Disappointing as hell, either way.

Annie deserves some compassion and a loving home and a normal what’s left of her childhood. I just want to see her get that. If the comic has a good reason for her not to have that - okay. Right now, it seems like the reason is “she’s spoiled and a brat and needs to be brought in line by a stern parent.” Which, obviously, I’m not gonna accept as fact.

Sorry I really rambled here. Thanks for a great ask.

[onlyswan]

this is soo jungkook stans’ core. describes us all 😀 he’s the solution. sad? jungkook. feeling down? jungkook. lonely? jungkook. depressed? we got jungkook. happy? because of jungkook. truly this applies to all 7 of them (our happy pills ♡) i’m so happy that they exist in this world and got united as a team and reach their dreams together. istg i wouldn’t know where and who i’d run to if i feel all on those negative emotions if i don’t have them… yes, i have friends and family, but idk i just don’t want to pour all of those negativity towards them and make them see me all sad and depressed 🙃 ofc if they got too bad, i talk to my mom about it, but as for like sad and lonely (the ones that can come frequently from day to day), just watch some tannies contents and ✨boom✨*cured* :]

honestly i don’t know if it’s okay to feel this way about them, sometimes i’m scared of loving them too much that most of the times, being happy is something that depends on them. but at the same time, i know it’s because that they’re genuinely want to make us happy. like ‘happy’ is what they want to make us feel when we listen to their songs or think about them. so again, most of the times i just say “fuck it. happy is happy, no matter the source it comes from. who wants to be sad all the time? use bts to be happy”

oh artemis i’m sorry for rambling. have a lovely day!

-🌷

oh tulip anonie come get your hug voucher from me 🫂🎟️

i used to kind of feel this way before, especially at the height of the pandemic, but as i was getting to know the tannies in a much deeper level, i started seeing it in a brighter light. i think of the reasons the tannies has formed a strong bond with us because they are fans themselves, and they understand fan culture. they always talk highly of their favorite artists and how they inspired their dreams, motivated them to keep going when life was a storm. in the suchwita episode with tablo, yoongi talked about how he listens to epik high’s entire discography when he’s feeling drained with a lot of worries. it also makes me think of joon, who went to a museum one day because he was feeling bored in his hotel, and now his house is a museum in itself. and that one time when he talked about how he cried looking at a black and red and white painting because he thought the artist must’ve been feeling the same emotions he was having at that time. and he hopes his music can do the same for us.

of course there is always a line not to be crossed! but a part of life is discovering joy in the world around us (food nature sports arts media and all that jazz) and it just so happens that we find that very often in humans <3 after all, we are a mosaic of everyone and everything we’ve ever loved 🥹

[occult-roommates]

Salut les amoureux

On a video call, Audrey wanted nothing more than to know what her best friend had been up to this past month. The two haven’t had the occasion to see each other since Dawud moved to San Myshuno, as they’re both busy adult with a job now. Also, plane tickets aren’t cheap, and the entire car ride would be more than 24 hours. For a good hour, they talked about everything that had been going on in their life. Audrey didn’t had much to say, for her it was business as usual...  

On the other hand, Dawud’s life barely looked like what it was barely two months prior. And sure, he could have tell her about Kino, but he couldn’t. He didn’t receive the full approval of the alien yet, and he didn’t want to betray their trust...Speaking of trust betrayal, he then went on to ramble for several minutes about his sort of relationship with Charlie. He actually had not mentioned that earlier in the conversation. On one hand, Audrey was happy to see her friend finally improving after being a depressed mess for so long, but also...

Audrey: You...You have a girlfriend?! Dawud: I mean, kind of, I guess. We’re more like fuck-friends than anything... Audrey: What do you mean by that? Dawud: Well, like I said, we’re sleeping together, and it was flattering to feel desired by someone at first, but at this point, I’m starting to realize her and I is not meant to be. Like, I’m reaching a point where I just kinda space out during sex cause I’m bored and not that into it, and I don’t really see myself with her in the long or short term. Audrey: Then break up you idiot!

Like, really? Audrey knew her friend was...not that mature emotionally, but how did he get himself in such a pickle in barely a month? 

Dawud: But like, I told you, she has severe trust issue because of her ex-boyfriend, and I don’t want her to think I only used her for sex or just for my broken ego. Those were not my intention at all! At first I legit thought we might become a couple, sadly it ain’t the case. But also, she’s like the head of the apartment, so if I piss her off I might get kicked out. Audrey: The earlier you tell her, the less likely she is to be mad at you. Be honest, tell her it is not meant to be, and hope for the best. At worst, you’ll just move back with me, eh. Dawud: You know what, you’re right. My mom was a feminist, and I don’t think she’d be proud of me if I lied to a woman about how I feel just because I get to have sex with her. It’s gross and wrong, and I don’t wanna disappoint my mom. Audrey: Speaking of disappointing your mom, does she know you’re no longer a student at the Oasis Spring Technological Institute, and haven’t been in more than a year? Or that your breakfast is literally a coke?  Dawud: That’s a problem for another day.

After that, Audrey had to hung up, she had to start getting ready for work. Dawud, on the other hand, was on his day off, which means that as soon as Charlie came back from taking picture of the city for her Instagram, he’s gonna tell her. And since nobody has ever taught him breaking up etiquette, he decided to do it in public, at a local park near the water. 

Dawud: Look, Charlie, I’m sorry. I just...Don’t really feel anything for you except friendship. I was afraid to tell you, cause I didn’t want you to think I used you or anything, but that wasn’t my intention. I was hoping that attraction I felt for last month would evolve into something deeper, but sadly it did not. If anything it kinda...faded away. Charlie: Oh! Dawud: What? What does this mean? Charlie: I actually felt pretty similarly. Like, when I first saw you I immediately felt attracted to you, which I thought was a sign since I didn’t felt anything like this since Thomas. But I quickly came to realize I was probably just lonely and horny. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid of breaking your heart, since I do think you’re very nice and I know you don’t have the best self-esteem. I mean, I still think you’re my type, but I was starting to tell I wasn’t your type. Dawud: So...we cool? We’re still friend?  Charlie: Yeah!!

Wow, ok. This whole break up thing is easy, ABBA lied in Knowing Me, Knowing You! Just like that, Charlie and Dawud kept on walking, before stopping for lunch. It was a bit early for that, but the sun now fully out, and Charlie being a big fan of not burning to death, they had to take shelter inside a building quick.

This whole thing was under one condition, and it was that neither of them should ever bring up this weird month of their life where they were sort of dating.

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[distortedataraxia]

HIHI! I was curious if I could do a bsd matchup? (Whenever you’re available and have time!)

Appearance

-I have very dark brown shoulder length thick hair

-Same goes for my eyes

-I have a few beauty marks on my face and neck

-Light Brown skin

-And chubby cheeks

Personality!

I’m a very compassionate person when it comes to friends, families, and even lovers! Usually I’m quiet but not necessarily shy but overtime I speak in a very loud voice, I’m also very passionate about my interest and certain topic so I’ll ramble and ramble on about it or when I’m bored out my mind / lonely I’ll start talking to someone about the most random topics, I’m very understanding, I think I can say I am funny usually so I make people laugh here and there or smile! And I have a lot of Divine Feminine energy!

Hobbies!

-I usually hang out with friends going to a Café or at the mall or anywhere!

-I read books during my spare time also and have a bookshelf for them

-I love listening to music and simply just hum quietly to the lyrics

-being on social Media

-Baking sweets

-and playing with my pets!

And some fun facts??🤨

-I’m a June Gemini

-I move my hands a lot during conversations so they’ll mostly go left and right while being near my torso

-when im nervous I’ll usually rub my hands / pull on my fingers

-I often like looking outside when it’s gloomy or even taking a walk around the block to enjoy the sky

-I usually bake small sweets during my free time and giving it to friends or eating it by myself

-I have a collection of stuff plushies

-my favorite animal is a fox (I ABSOLUTELY adore them!!)

-and my favorite color is purple!

-I’m half Hispanic and Half white!

(Also if matchups aren’t open at the moment please ignore this! I didn’t get time to read it which I apologize for! And you have a lovely day / afternoon / Night! and all year around!!)

Author note : Hi - I opened matchups again so here you go ^^You seem really nice and I really hope you'll enjoy ★ ~

Now into the matchup ★

I pair you with...

Atsushi !

At first , he likes your quiet nature , and when you start to speak in a loud voice , it kinda catch him by surprise but he loves that you are starting to feel welcomed around here and that you're enjoying yourself.He also admires your passion for what you randomly ramble about and he will let you ramble about whatever and will even ask you questions , even if what you ramble about is random , he won't judge you and he'll enjoy talking with you.

You usually make him smile with your jokes or when you hum a random song and he likes you very much.He'd love to go to a Café with you , he doesn't mind the mall ( yosano flashbacks ) , please don't make him carry all of the bags again-

When he has time he'll probably enjoy talking about books with you , since he spent most of his childhood days in a library , he'll be very interested in what you read and he'll give you a few suggestions for sure.

You love being on social media ? I can imagine him following your account and randomly going there and noticing you like something and make a random surprise about it -

And you'll bake him sweets bc he's a sweetie idk

Just me imaginating a surprise war between you and atsushi

taking notes and putting this idea in my drafts

he'd love to take care of your pets when you're busy and plays with your pets if you let him , i mean he's a cat himself so everything should go well unless there's a dog - i'm sorry

He would find the fact you like going out when it's gloomy nice , though he wants to make sure you're warm and you don't get sick , please don't feel like you're 9 years old and that he's a pedophile - i'm sorry yet again

I can imagine you two on a date and him just getting plushies for you

And , overall , you both would make a nice and sweet duo , take care of yourselves !

[existentialmagazine]

Review: Jazzygold’s new soulful pop single ‘lonely afterparties’ encompasses easy-going hazy sounds and a night filled with regrets, loneliness and more

After the success of her first two singles ‘boring like me’ and ‘dyed my hair red’, and a series of live shows across Europe, the up-coming soulful artist behind a unique blend of R&B and pop Jazzygold is back on the scene with yet another track just as gracefully ethereal. In the form of a soul-pop dream, ‘lonely afterparties’ dives into the post-night out experience for a nearing three minute experience you won’t forget.

Drawn-out synth and snippets of layered voices laugh, talk and shout over one another, immediately setting the scene for the unravelling narrative of ‘lonely afterparties’ that flows just as much through its sound than it does its words. Fading into drawn-out, pulsating synth and steady tapping beats alike the ticking of a clock, Jazzygold manages to set-up a sound that’s easy-going while still capturing the overwhelming booming electronics of a late-night event, almost feeling the reverberations through the floor. Confidently singing atop her R&B ladened sound, Jazzygold powerfully soars through a lower-toned range, spilling out like the familiar ramblings of a friend with a more impassioned, floating delivery. The chorus shifts into more striking beats and rising synth, surprisingly more slow and paired-back than the verses and yet all the more atmospheric and impactful for it, all the while Jazzygold glides into a haunting higher range. Continuing to build as things progress, ‘lonely afterparties’ reaches into piano keys, built-up synth, layered backing vocals and intermittent vocal effects, a dominant progression you’re completely mesmerised by every ebb and flow of. Closing out with an instrumentally heightened final chorus, ‘lonely afterparties’ makes sure to leave you wanting just that bit more, turning it on for just one more play that perfectly loops back into its crowds of chatting voices.

Reaching into her own vulnerable past experiences, ‘lonely afterparties’ soaks up all of the realities that come with those late nights spent partying, providing a glimpse into the not-so-high moments that come with drinking, swarms of strangers, loneliness, pounding music and more. As she sings ‘Should’ve gone home with my friends before… how’d I end up here?, Jazzygold questions what she’s even searching for in these unknown places and new faces, desperate to continue her night but always feeling a little jaded by the end of it all. Admitting that she ‘don’t wanna seem uninterested, so I’m still here’ , it’s almost like ‘lonely afterparties’ spills out as a need to be perceived and liked, finding confidence in those yet to know her as any more than a stranger at a party. Falling into more of an empty shell, the hook reveals that ‘every lonely afterparty… ends up with me feeling sorry for myself’, an intimate admission of how isolating it can feel to be amidst hundreds of people and yet feel completely alone. Dissociating from herself, lyrics like ‘I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I never ever see myself any clearer’ almost allude to the blur that things soon become, detached from her identity and looking at a person she doesn’t recognise on the other side of the mirror. Torn up with regrets and piling bad decisions, Jazzygold asks ‘where are my friends? I need to make amends, admit to my mistakes so I don’t get replaced’, bringing out all of her self-doubts and fears in the haze of a messy night. Sure to be relatable to most, ‘lonely afterparties’ really is that anthem for those still finding themselves, looking for highs in places they can’t be found.

Check out ‘lonely afterparties’ here to appreciate Jazzygold’s easy-going sound mixed with a more poignant message.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: analogram

// This coverage was created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

[6okuto]

how'd u know i love to talk about myself and overshare. Wehehe... thank u for the tag!!! 🙆🏻‍♀️

started writing: Omfg. tried writing a luke hemmings x reader fic on wattpad when i was definitely not supposed to have wattpad almost a decade (🤯) ago. i don't think i wrote more than a few chapters before deleting it so my irl could follow me LOL

also tried writing one (1) jungkook thing when i was like 14 (it had like no plot & was mostly metaphors. sooo embarrassing thinking back on how my irls read it 😭💔), but then i didn't write again until tumblr 😭 some of you have watched my main writing journey from the start

started blogging: well known(?) nia lore… first post was december 2021… accidentally posted my asra relationship headcanons and here we are! but i was a lurker for a couple years i think

followers: 5.6k.... bizarre considering the long droughts i've put u all through + i only Rlly write for haikyuu 😭 i'm sure many are inactive or bots but 5k is still nonsensical like i'm just a girl fr… love u guys 🫵🩷💌 thank u 4 rocking w me.

communication: i don't. it's bad. i'm so bad dawg i'm so sorry to u all 😭 but i appreciate Every interaction and message !!!! 🥹🥹 i see an inbox/dm notif and go (!! :D !!)... i smile at my screen and think about ur message and how i could respond.. i pinky promise U r all Always On My Mind!! even if i don't reply to ur reaction I see it and go !! :00 YIPEE !!

really sorry i don't approach people…even moots... i DO really want to talk but i Still struggle to even follow people (back) because i get nervous. what if u don't want me to follow u. what if u think i’m stupid. i still only follow like 60 blogs because of this. fawk my stupid Baka LIFE bro IM SORRY 😭💔 i'm trying. i feel miserable and lonely when i think about this IMGONAN TRY HARDER PLS WAIT 🫵!!! thank u everypony who messages me despite it all. I will cry and wail and sob in front of u /pos /very grateful ☹️🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

for me,, i Love leaving long reblog tags but i can get overwhelmed(?) at the thought so it can take ages to actually reblog ;; i also try 2 make it clear i rock heavy w interaction.. i hope i give off a friendly aura. pls. how i talk here is exactly what my irls get too,, ur all my friends. it's just that i'm akin to a scared cat that takes months to be comfortable ☹️

likes: they're alright!! i don't mind spam liking, it's kinda fun to watch and i've never dealt with any shadowbanning because of it.. i don't know where that idea came from to be honest 😭?? i appreciate them & i get why leaving tags can be nerve-wracking or awkward to do at first, so don't worry ! 👍👍

i do wish the ratio of likes to tagged rbs/comments was better, but i found a post from a couple years ago where i talked about how my ratio was also only like 10% rbs (not taking into account which actually had tags) so it's never been very good/gotten better… it was better with multi-chara posts—i'd post late at night and wake up giddy to read all the tags but that doesn't really happen anymore.. probably both because of my posts and how the community has changed.. it's disheartening to say the least so i try not to check a lot anymore 😭 just try to write what makes me happy 👍

requests: general relationship hcs r OK to ask for. but other than that they'll stay closed… i push myself to write a certain amount minimum and then get tired… and i feel so bad when i don't get to one/i'm not inspired… they sit there for months and months like girl just let it go.

i think they're still good and fun for events though! and i like when people ramble or just share thoughts with me so i don't Have to write a full post ^__^

writing: let me get all of This out of the way. i think i've gotten less creative over time tbh.. and a lot of my ideas are fun to daydream about but feel flat or boring or too short when i try to write them… and i wish i was more concise,, had better descriptions,, filled the work with more than action beats and movement (or Stopped adding them and just let the dialogue exist),, could write fun au’s and stuff other than fluff oneshots…

i have a lot of thoughts but,, it's all still fun when i've locked in!!! i really like writing and i'm probably not as bad as i think, but i'll keep trying 2 improve on the things i listed. i think i've gotten a little better atp at least!!! 🙂‍↕️🫡

hcs are generally easier to write, plus i get to be silly and ramble 👍 that's why i didn't even Write oneshots in the beginning… twas scary.. especially bc i had no experience w them...

i don't even consider myself a Slow Writer i'm just not creative. LOL. literally just no ideas. if i had them i'd write more 😭 will try to do more short .txt posts..

dialogue is still my strong point. pretty much all my fics start as what could be described as scene scripts 👩🏻‍💻 i try hard to make it fun but still realistic,, and i think my characterization is pretty good.. hopefully... (;ﾟ∇ﾟ) maybe not my smaus LOL

and i don't really write angst anymore but i'm alright at it! 👍 i also have my moments writing nsft stuff and part of me wants to make a sideblog for it but,, IDK. we'll see.

i also want to write for more fandoms but.. scary. scawyyy... scawy... or just more for the ones i Have written for tbh. LOL. cove... may ask for ideas 4 him 🫡

works i'm proud of. umm. …

notes wise idk for sure, i'm assuming it's clingy boyfriends with 14k and flustering moments with 12k. all my old multi-charas did well. I ROCK W THIS! they're rlly fun to do when i actually have an idea to work with, and they Take Time, so i'm not mad they did so well tbh. i'd like to do some again ^^

i liked the iwaizumi sitting on the lawn one but i didn't like the ending… confusing mood and not what i wanted so i deleted it ;; you know it's serious when i actually delete a post guys. but i was cooking! tried hard on it and it was fun to do :3 will maybe go back and revise the ending some day...

i also liked “the most attractive person in the room” !! largely because i got to write banter, but also i was pushing myself to write more than Action beats and Movement so i was happy with myself ^__^

the smau where they react to your new post... i don't even like the actual reactions that much,, but people liked the different reader pics and that made me really happy !! 🙂‍↕️ i want to do another part but i'd have to remake all the accounts so 😮‍💨😭

#THROWBACK, this post for LL where mc wanted to go back to earth. who's rocking with nia 6okuto angst. i miss writing it sometimes LOL i remember really liking writing this one.. the ideas just kept coming...

and here's a Bunch of parts of fics i'm probably never going to finish / post bc i have nopony to (not nervously) tag so. u might as well get something + i like them. yaaayyy!!! ε=ε=(ノ≧∇≦）ノ

(1 + 2, 3 + 4 (copium fic. mb if the beginning is cringe.), 5, 6, 7, 8)

Behind the scenes of a Tumblr Writer - Tag Game

Hey there, I love behind the scenes and since this is something that's rarely talked about, let me start the chain... if you feel uncomfortable with a question, just skip it. You can add some if you want as well.

Started writing: I wrote my first Harry Potter fanfic at age 10. Started posting around 15,16 years old. I'm now 31, so...

Started blogging: I started on a German fanfiction site around 2010/11 I think. Might have been earlier too, but back then I was mostly reading, no posting. I really started when I got into One Direction (very late, tbh)

Followers: Currently at 961, which is wild to me. I don't even know that many people IRL. I convince myself that half of them are bots tbh, so I don't freak out all the time.

Communication: The people I talk to regularly are: a few writers who answered after I constantly reblogged and commented on their works and a few people who commented and reblogged my work. Writing and blogging on here can be pretty lonely, depending on your personality and the time you're active (I'm from Europe and a lot of my followers seem to be living in Northern America, so there's the Timezone thing) ... And I found that the best way to strike a conversation is to reblog, comment, and to not be shy. I do wish I got more asks, though....

Likes: I actually filter them out. I have 793 original posts up at the moment. It doesn't give me anything to know how many likes a fic has other than to tell me which characters are liked more than others or maybe that one fic does especially well. My activity only shows me comments, asks, reblogs with tags, and answers to my own asks. I live for the tags and the comments.

Requests: I love talking to people about ideas. That's how I started the plotbunny game because I have so many ideas and so little time. And sometimes an idea just doesn't want to be written out fully. Requests are fun because YAY, I get some mail... but then I freak out because I don't really know how to write this NOW and then I freak out because it's been a week already, two weeks, wait, two months? I'd rather have suggestions where people tell me vague things like "I'd love to read something about this side character" or "Have you ever considered this character with a soulmate trope"? because then I don't have the feeling of failing the request when I write it a little bit differently.

Writing: I am a fast writer. I know that's one of my talents. I can churn out a oneshot of 1k words in less than an hour. People read slower than I write. That can suck sometimes because you've just posted this and you want to know what people are thinking but they're not as fast as you are. I do have a lot of ideas. I want to write constantly but my brain doesn't always want to. I am trying to respect that.

There are also certain things that I just feel wrong writing. I cannot write anything suggestive (I also don't like reading it) and everything past that gives me panic attacks. I can hardly write mean characters and jealousy feels so wrong to me that I cannot write it. I've also overdone it with the soulmark trope and now I feel like everything I write about it feels lifeless.

I write best in the mornings before going to work, but I don't have much time there. I don't need special music (but it helps), but I need to have at least some energy left and at best, no distractions. But I have been writing for over 20 years, so I will say experience helps a lot.

Tagging: @revasserium @shoulmate @lemurzsquad @screamin-abt-haikyuu @toomanygoldfish @satorisoup @emmyrosee @reverie-starlight @alienaiver and @writingsofanomnivore and everyone else who wants to join

[backhurtyy]

my top three posts all being about stede…. as they should be!