#Thank you Clown for the blessing of this site

[mosssunmaniac]

Absolutely fell in love with the interview with Wally. He sounds like such a silly little guy!!!

I had to draw out one of my favorite parts lol

Credit @partycoffin for Wally and all his silliness ❤️🍎🍎🍎

"INTERVIEWER: -Yes, yes! That beautiful world of Welcome Home. Since the show’s really taken off, Wally, I’d say you’re quite the popular character now-

WALLY: [Genuinely surprised.] I am?

INTERVIEWER: You are!

WALLY: [Wally laughs and quickly responds.] I am!" (From Welcome Home Website)

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You Kissed the Clown? Part 12

Just when I thought I'd take a break from the series, I had a small little brain wave. Thank you, Spotify for blessing my playlist with Amir and Indila in my time of need. My French is very limited, but I love the vibe.

Word Count: 2,487

Part 11 back here, Masterlist here.

“Hey, uh,” your bandana clad crewmate uttered, placing a hand sheepishly at the back of his neck as he intruded on your private moment shared with Buggy, “we kind of need him back on deck for a minute.”

You brought your lips together from their slightly agape former position, the shock continuing to roll over you in waves at the confession from the captain of the Buggy-Pirates’ severed head.

“Just a moment, Usopp,” you said, attempting to mask your chattering teeth with a small smile at him. You brought your gaze back to the wide and agitated teal eyes of the unpredictable and dangerous clown who sat unmoving atop the wooden box. He appeared to be staring directly at the wooden wall of the hallway, his eyes glazed over as he withdrew into the recesses of the void within his thoughts.

“Buggy,” you said through a calm and steady voice. He threw his gaze against your own, eyes wide at the way you eloquently spoke his name.

“Do you have an answer for me?” he uttered frantically, “will you accept my-,”

“We have company,” you hurriedly said to him, nodding your head toward your awaiting crewman.

He snapped his gaze up to meet the awkward-looking expression forming on Usopp’s face and groaned in an almost growling fashion.

“What now?” he yelled in frustration, “lost your direction again? How do you lot even get anywhere?!”

“Unless it escaped your recollection,” you again spoke slowly, bringing his gaze to peel away from Usopp and halt his rage, “we are journeying to find our navigator.”

Buggy again groaned and rolled his eyes at you before stifling himself.

“Fine, I’ll navigate. But you,” he said hopping to face Usopp in his addressal, “need to actually follow the directions I give you! And you,” his voice softened as he hopped around to face you once more; “you need to be the one carrying me up to top deck.”

You laughed through your nose and shook your head, eyes falling to the ground at his softness in his orders towards you.

“Alright,” you confirmed with a nod, bringing your attention back to Usopp, “would you mind returning the bento to the kitchen, Usopp? I’ll have my hands full with this one,” you tilted your head toward the clown head, prompting Buggy to smile broadly, baring all of his teeth at Usopp in victory.

Usopp raised his hands defensively and almost eagerly brought himself to the rewrapped bento box, uttering a quick; “I’m good with that,” before retreating immediately to the kitchen.

Giggling at Usopp’s lack of apprehension to complete a chore and his swift retreat, you arched your back and clicked your neck before rising to your feet. You bent your torso over and clasped again the cheeks of the clown you had come to enjoy the company of and stabilised your grip beneath his jaw with your palms.

“Come on then,” you said while hoisting him into the air and holding him in front of you, your brows knitting together as you watched him hold his sites on your cleavage. His mouth hung slightly agape as his eyes glazed over once more in deep thought while hyper-fixated on your breasts.

 “Buggy,” you warned him with a purse of your lips and an arched left brow.

He shook his head before creasing his brows in anger.

“What do you expect from me?” he growled at you, “you’re the one that exposed that small amount of skin to me when you bent down to retrieve me! C’mon, baby.”

His eyes darkened, gulping before once again speaking; “it’s been so very long since I’ve seen you, and I know exactly what that flesh feels like when you pressed yourself against me under the big top tent.”

Your eyes widened as he continued speaking his inner most thoughts to you.

“Just you wait until I get my body back,” he threatened with a growl released between gritted teeth.

You smiled at his vague threat and, before you quite knew what you were doing; you brought his head close to your face and brushed your nose against his affectionately and hummed at him in adoration. You heard his breath hitch in his throat at your movement, prompting you to quickly break him away from your face; eyes wide in embarrassment.

“I am so sorry,” you spoke slowly, emphasising every word clearly in apologies. His eyes focussed completely on the red hue you had claimed from the face paint he adorned on his large nose onto the tip of your own. His lips quivered slightly as he searched for one of the many emotions he was currently brimming with, continuing to lock his eyes on your nose.

Your eyes continued to remain wide as you bore them into the green-blue irises of the clown-captain; hoping he didn’t think too poorly of you at your lack of self-control.

“Sheesh, and you call a simple kiss a relinquishment of my bodily autonomy,” he laughed at you while mocking your tone, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “Although I’m slightly offended you went straight for my greatest insecurity, I’m not angry about it.”

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as your prior warm exterior returned to you. You began to turn him around to face the direction you needed to walk to; beginning your climb toward the hull.

You found the assigned barrel on the navigator’s post and placed him atop the wooden lid. You leant against the railing closed to the barrel and relished under the heat of the sun’s rays and the smell of the open sea. Buggy hopped slightly on it to maneuver his way to face you again, opening his mouth to speak.

“Eyes on the water, clown,” you heard a warning tone rise from the stairs, prompting a frustrated groan to exit from between the clown’s lips.

Limping slightly up the stairs, Zoro began his ascension to the navigator’s booth and plonked himself down against one of the railings of the hull. You smiled at him prompting him to roll his eyes at you and throw a piece of material at you. You quirked your head at him and furrowed your brows, a prominent red hue rising as he gestured silently to your nose with his right index finger.

Quickly, you began wiping at your nose; removing, much to your complete embarrassment, grease-paint from your face that you unwittingly collected from the nose of Buggy.

“I don’t need to look at the water, y’know? I can feel when my body is close,” he said, hopping around again to face the crew.

“That so, clown?” Zoro uttered in a lazy, monotonous tone, “want to go back in the barrel?”

A small growl left the lips of Buggy’s severed head as he reluctantly turned back to face the direction the ship was sailing in. You chuckled lightly and shook your head in response to the little quarrel between the two of them. Zoro coughed, bringing your attention to return to him.

Wordlessly again, he pulled out your tools from your side satchel and tossed them to you within their folded, leather satchel. You caught the bag and nodded at him in thanks before arching your brow up at him in question as to why he brought them to you. He flinched slightly at the tight pinch of his fresh stitches, turning to retrieve something wrapped in a fine, woven cloth from his side and place it on the floor, sliding it along the polished boards toward you.

You stooped to collect the material from the ground, you unwrapped it to see two dark hilts of his broken blades and sorrow overcame you. You placed the open material on the floor and joined it by kneeling on the floor beside it.

“Anything you can do?” he uttered quietly to you. You examined the remnants of the blade, each steel piece collected and assembled like a jigsaw puzzle under your fingertips. You sighed at the pieces, opening your tool satchel and looking.

“They won’t be nearly as strong as they once were,” you uttered, tracing your fingers over the material, “and I hope you like kintsugi.”

He smiled sadly at your confession, looking to the blades on the floor.

“What do you need to make them stronger?” he scooted himself closer to you on the floor, wincing all the way and bringing himself in front of you. You took a moment to pause your thoughts, searching your mind for a semblance of recollection regarding armoury and weapon smithery.

“I’m a finery smith, love,” you addressed him with a small smile, placing your bound hand on his knee in comfort, “however-.”

Your words were halted at the heavy footsteps of the approaching Usopp as he climbed the steps to the navigator’s post.

“I’m here, I’m here! Never fear,” you threw your head back and hung it on your neck as you mimicked the words next spoken, “the great Captain Usopp is here!”

You made eye contact again with Zoro and scrunched your nose in a jesting smile.

“Where to, uh- weird head-man?” he asked, looking to the watchful eyes of Buggy as his eyes bore ferocity at the beautiful interaction displayed between the swordsman and his girl.

“Twelve degrees hard to port,” he spat, turning back to view the ocean rather than keeping his gaze fixed on Zoro and you any longer. You brought your eyes up to look to Buggy, not understanding where his venom was pooling from.

“You were saying?” Zoro’s softly spoken words brought your attention back to the swords that lay in front of the both of you. You sighed and creased your brows to look back at the two broken katanas.

“Listen,” you said gesturing down to the blades, “I can only do what I can with the limited supplies aboard the ship. I’d need a forge, molten steel of the same origin and make as this, and an anvil that’s bigger than the desktop one I keep in my cabin.”

 Zoro growled a little at the thought, looking down at the blades; “what can you do with what you have now? I’m a tri-sword wielder, I don’t do single blade combat.”

“Again,” you softened your voice, “kintsugi wasn’t suggested just to be cruel to you. I would frame them, set them in gold and mount them for you in memory.”

You sighed and gazed at the ground, “if you find me a forge and an anvil, it will take me two sleepless weeks to repair them for you to the best of my ability; but I am a finery smith. My younger brother is a swordsmith, but he’s on the other side of the East Blue.”

--

Buggy’s ear twitched at the conversation, hanging on your every word. He’d get you a forge. He’d get you a bunch of them if you left the crew and bound yourself to his side. Judging by the way your fingers brushed against the knee of the swordsman, he was seeing the prospect of your disbandment from your current crew less and less likely. He snarled his lip upwards as a bitter flavour entered his mouth at the thought of how close you truly were to them. Perhaps you graced the green-haired brat with a kiss as deep as the one you gave him every night.

He'd eavesdropped on enough of your conversations to understand the depth of the intensity you held for your crew, but as his ear lay flat against the red band on Luffy’s straw hat; anything could’ve transpired between the two of you in his absence.

“The best I can do is torch one of my other steel pieces, keep it atop a heavy frame in one of Sanji’s copper bowls and solder the pieces together; but be warned, love,” your voice broke him out of his jealously and held him once again captivated, “it won’t be nearly as sharp or as well balanced as it once was.”

--

“How soon can you see it done?” Zoro asked you, hardening his expression at his old blades in deep thought.

“Five days with absolutely no distractions,” you nodded your head, seriousness overtaking your prior friendly interaction, “longer still if you want me to rehash the inner bands for you in an attempt to rebalance the blades.”

Zoro sighed and leant his arms down to rest atop his knees. He chuckled a little and rose his eyes back from the swords and met with your eyes.

“I suppose that’s one way to keep you out of trouble,” he chuckled, “can’t have you attempting to kiss a fishman or two to escape your trouble.”

You audibly groaned at his jest and shook your head from side to side with a broad smile. He laughed a little at his own joke as he watched you carefully place the assortment of steel pieces back within the material and lace the band around itself to keep all pieces secured.

He reached his hand forward and clasped your right wrist within his palm, prompting you to look up with him with an arched brow.

“Thank you,” he uttered quietly, firmly squeezing your hand to emphasise his gratitude.

“Don’t thank me just yet,” you smiled in return, “I could absolutely fuck them up beyond repair, but I’ll do my best.”

Zoro allowed a full belly laugh to escape from the chasms of his chest, wincing as he grasped the exterior slash mark of his torso as it stung under his movements.

Again shaking your head, you began to assemble your tinkering tools to inspect them, noting the scalpel that injured you earlier had been refastened within the leather satchel.

“We’re close,” Buggy’s voice called from atop the barrel, turning to face the three of you with a deep, angry frown. His expression prompted you to rise to your feet and bring yourself closer to him.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong?” you frantically searched your eyes over his face with your own frown searching, you reached your hand forward and smoothed it over his bandana and resting it against his cheek to calm him.

He leant against your palm, closing his eyes at the affection he received from you before opening them again.

“Darts,” he uttered against your palm, “they’re throwing pointed darts and just leaving them there.”

Your face darkened again, prompting you to turn to face the ships ever loyal First-Mate and address him.

“Swordsman,” you uttered, barely controlling your own rage, “in return for reforging your blades for you-.”

He rose to his feet as Fishman-Island came into view before you, the shore clapping against the coastal line as the tide rolled in.

“Tear them apart,” you whispered a dark order to the green-haired knight at your side.

“You got it, Tinkerer,” Zoro replied with a dark smirk of his own, relishing at the knowledge he was going to fight once more.

Part 13

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[tauforged]

i’m so thankful to be seeing people clown on that stupid fuckin ‘omg if xyz amount of people buy crabs then it’ll pay for tumblrs debt’ like it’s giving 2013-era ‘omg let’s all pitch in and buy a tumblr island’ type bullshit. you really think that spending your hard earned money dollars on pointless in-app purchases right after this website just announced potential features that are gonna make the site worse, as they’re in the midst of coming down ridiculously hard with the ‘mature content’ filter… you are all so stupid. god bless.

[beardedmrbean]

So funny thing about that finnish microapartment on sale for 100k. I just had to look it up, and two interesting things popped up. Firstly, the most likely buyers were investors, our favorites. But secondly, it has already been delisted because its not actually an apartment at all, but an office. Its a whole lot of clown shoes Best wishes from the north!

Oh bless you for the info, I can't read the local stuff and even if I could searching it on US sites probably not so easy, could do it but effort

Seriously though, starting at 100,000 euros thinking it could hit 130,000 for this (totally unrelated, but this dude looks like Elton John to me)

That's your bed over his left shoulder, guessing the bathroom around behind that sink behind on the right (we're using stage not audience)

(OK I lied I'm looking up the floorplan, link in the article tho so still not really effort.)

I like how they stress that the shower is in its own nook and not in there with the shower, I don't know of many places that have a toilet in the shower, squat toilet could work but not sit down.

Also I can't tell if that piece about this place is serious or if it's making jokes about everything since google translate leaves out a lot I'm sure.

I could live there, I'd like a stove at least though. I need more kitchen.

Thank your for the info though seriously, too funny.

[cosmicjoke]

Hi! I hope you're doing great😊

I just saw all the drama these anons caused. I just can't believe how people can be so hateful and negative on the internet. Most of the social media platforms are already full of toxicity, that's why I choose to stay on tumblr Most of the time, but the fact no matter where we are some assholes will always be there to spew shit and spread hate, nothing we do can stop them from being retarded as they are.

These people are just miserable in real life, they just need to vent their hatred and sickness on anyone that shatters thier delusions.

I am so sorry you have to deal with them, you are such an amazing person and I love your blog so much. As a person who loves Levi and want to know more about him, you and your blog has been a blessing for me, it saddens me when I see people failing to acknowledge the truth you say, but care not for these braindead assholes who have never done anything good in their life. They are such clowns.

Anyways, I hope you are doing good, sending love and positive vibes💕🧡❤.

Thank you so much @kikarouflames, truly. You're one of my faves, always! I appreciate anyone who actually cares about and wants to discuss Levi's character, separate from all the ridiculous discourse surrounding shipping and all that nonsense. There's precious little of that in this fandom, sadly. Why obsess over something so, ultimately, uninteresting, when there's so much more you could delve into with Levi's character? I just don't get it.

But yeah, it doesn't seem to matter which social media site you use. There's always going to be vicious and hateful people who hide in their cowardice behind the anon ask. I really do need to learn to just ignore them, I suppose.

I'm glad my blog is a positive thing in your life. All I ever want to do is talk about Levi, and what a great character he is, and really break him down as a character. So knowing my constant ramblings are adding something positive to someone else' experience is just the icing on the cake.

Anyway, thank you so much again, as always! I hope you're having a good week!

[justagalwhowrites]

hi bestie!!!!

I thought it was really interesting how you mentioned that iced lavender lattes are the only overlap you and Doc have as she’s not very you-coded! Which made me wonder out of all the characters you’ve written, which one feels the most you / you relate to their character & thought processes the most?

I’ve been getting clowned by my friends when I try to explain Lavender to them because Doc and I are lowkey the same person 😂😂 especially in your character description of the OCs hahaha

and it’s so funny because they don’t have any Pedro / TLOU context so they’ll be like 🤨🤨🤨 and I have to be like “LOOK LISTEN- hear me out 😭” LMAO

Overall very silly goofy but I will defend Joel & Doc until the very end 🫶

I adore your work so much thank you for writing it!! Looking forward to the rest of Yearling! ❤️❤️❤️

OMG Hi Bestie!

This is such an interesting question!

Firstly, I LOVE that you see yourself in Doc. I adore her and I think her and Joel are perfect for each other. Her gentle and caring nature makes her one of my favorite characters, I love her so much.

To answer your question, I both thought about it myself and also shopped out some of the answer lol

The character of mine I see myself most in is the one I’ve posted least about on this site but I’ve spent the most time with - Tenny from my book series. She’s way cooler and hotter and more badass than me but a lot of who she is at her core overlaps with me. Not totally, she’s far from a self insert, but she’s the one who shares the most with me.

All of my FMCs have SOME stuff that comes from me? I feel like Doc’s intense need to be loved and her willingness to put up with A LOT to feel like she matters to someone comes from me. But Doc is a lot softer and kinder than me and a lot more emotionally vulnerable. She’s also very skilled in ways that I could never be!

I’ve got Doll’s independent streak and a lot of her snark. I’m not nearly as strong as she is or as capable, though. I do have a lot of her protective qualities, too. I tried to beat up a boy who was 5 inches taller than me in high school because he talked one of my best friends into losing her virginity to him and then dumped her the next morning. (Got very mad when he wouldn’t hit me back btw)

I say all this fully aware that I don’t see myself very well? So I also asked my TLOU bestie who is the only person on the planet who has read Ace, Lavender and Beskar Doll (God bless him) and my husband, who is currently reading Beskar Doll.

Bestie said that Tenny, from my book series, is the most like me largely because of her general “I’m handling this myself” attitude. He also says I’m a bit bratty like Doll but not to her extent and that Doc is too much of a pacifist to really align with me (direct quote: If someone threatened one of your baby chicks... Doc would hesitate and mull over her hypocratic oath, and when she snaps out of her thoughts she’d see you’d already taken action and fucking tackled the perpetrator.)

The husband says he thinks Doll is somewhat like me but more who I wish I was than who I really am (not sure I agree with this, mostly on the “who I wish I was” point.) But he thinks the independence and her deep dedication to her friends is a lot like me, as is her perfectionist streak. He also says her desire to be a part of something while feeling outside of it is like me. Bonus, I love kids and am great with kids (“yeah doll with Grogu? Exactly like you.”)

As for Bambi? Basically not like me at ALL. She’s way scrappier than me, way tougher, way more of a loner. Her drive to live is also insane, I’d never do what she does to survive, I just would have no desire to. I think the only overlap with her is, if someone tells Bambi she can’t or shouldn’t do something she’s going to do it even harder on principle. She’s been fascinating to write because her headspace is so different from mine!

Anyway, I know this was super long! I hope you found it interesting! Thank you so much for reading and asking and being here. It’s so lovely to me that you see yourself in Doc and like her enough that you talk about her with your friends!

Love you!!

[statichvm]

Happy Birthday, Macy! I feel so lucky to have met you on this site and seeing you on my dash always brightens my day!💕 I hope you’re having a day that is just at as bright and wonderful as you and that its been filled with love and everything your heart desires! 💕🌸 🪩 🥳

airika you’re one of my favorite clowns and i am BLESSED that we crossed paths 💜💜 thank you and i hope you had a good day as well!!

[anticapitalistclown]

Clown! I just had this great idea and I know you are the only one who can do this request (you can thank me later).

So the request is this: lookism characters as archeologist type.

This is a really great request!

Lookism characters as archaeologists headcanons.

Jake

Specialization: classical archaeology.

He’s the straightforward archaeologist, he doesn’t care about being destructive and skips the newest strata to go directly to his objectives.

“Jake you broke the ceramics”

“We have restorers for a reason”

Actually it is really great to work with him, he is friendly and knows the names of every workmate.

Samuel

Specialization: prehistoric archaeology.

He’s that type of strict archaeologist, he’s always right and he also doesn’t accept newbies, he prefers to get to work than to teach.

You have an only opportunity to get him right, if he has a bad impression of you it’s over.

Be clean and organized, only have the tools you need around you and clean all the sand and mud you extract, he’ll accept you on his team.

Talk about the homo antecessor and its classifications, and you’re his favorite.

Sinu

Specialization: Ethnoarchaeology.

( Ethnoarchaeology is the science that deals with the ethnographic investigation of living communities in order to acquire knowledge of the past).

Oh god

Thank you for being in the archaeology world, god bless your divine soul.

He’s the favorite, every archaeologist, historian and anthropologist loves him.

He is a really good mentor, you understand fast everything he teaches and he is really patient and sweet with the newbies.

“don’t worry about that, I’ve also been in your place”.

Vasco

Specialization: environmental archaeology

He’s that lucky archaeologist, I mean lucky because being in his team is like being in Indiana Jones.

Been destined to a isolated settlement with just evidence of two structures? 

Vasco tripped and fell on a hole, turns out there’s a structure under the first one that shows that there was a subterranean settlement.

You’ll never get bored working with him because the team will always find something.

Daniel

Specialization: underwater archaeology.

(It is associated with the study of underwater evidences such as shipwrecks, water-buried cities, and other inundated archaeological sites).

Everyone had a crush on him in a point of their career.

Like Vasco, he has that “luck”: treasures, lost cities and undamaged ceramics.

Quite new but made his name known fast.

Admirer of the Chinese float.

Gun

Specialization: commercial archaeology

( The study of ancient trade routes and sea ports, harbors and marketplaces).

Like Samuel, or you hate him or you love him, there’s no between.

He’s strict in his ambit, but he’s a great mentor.

His guilty pleasure are the silk rutes.

If you show him your knowledge about some unknown routes, you got him.

Goo

Specialization: battlefield archaeology

He’s a sucker for wars and conflicts.

You have to get used to his eccentricity and dark humor to keep a great work athmosphere.

In battlefield archaeology you have to be coldblooded, that’s his rule for searching workmates.

There’s a rumor about him deactivating a WW2 bomb. 

Eli

Specialization: forensic archaeology

(Duties of archaeologists in this field of archaeology include collecting evidences like human burials, artifacts, footprints, tool-marks, etc., and trying to figure out the situation in which a particular crime might have happened; and to ascertain the influences on the remains of external factors that may have disturbed the crime scene).

A lot of people tell him a lot that his looks and personality doesn’t match his speciality, they’re wrong tho.

He had never failed, has even been called for help by forensic anthropologists.

When searching for workmates he looks for creativity and kindness.

Outside looks like a charming person, at work he’s serious and straightforward.

[folkloreguk]

🍒Cherry Ice Cream🍒

A/N: Happy July! I planned this almost a year ago and finally got around to writing it...I hope you like it! As always, I appreaciate feedback a lot! Hope everyone has a lovely day <3

pairing: optional bias (male) x reader (gn)

words: ~ 3.7 k

genre: fluff, comedy, lifeguard!bias, reader is the most awkward and chaotic person ever (are we at the public pool or the circus?? seriously I’m so second hand embarrassed for her lmao), bias is the hottest man in existence, the universe has something against the reader apparently (rip)

PART 2 (nsfw, both parts can be read independently)

You approached the front entrance of the public swimming pool. Everything was still going by plan. Ever since the weather had gotten warmer, you’d had swimming on your mind. And every single person in your life had been made aware of it. Despite the friendly asking and the occasional begging, you still hadn’t found anyone to accompany you to the public swimming pool. You had heard all the reasons: Work, already planned vacations, a sick pet, a hatred of water, a hatred of people, you name it. After all the searching you had come to the conclusion that you were tired of waiting. Nothing could possibly rob you of your excitement about swimming pools. You’d go alone and have a wonderful time. It would be a relaxing day with loads of time just for you. So you had told yourself. But let’s face it, nothing could have prepared you for the utter chaos you were about to walk into.

It began before you had even set both feet into the facility. Your steps were light, and you beamed, ready to enter after you had paid. The strap of your sports bag had caught in the turnstile in the entrance area. Stubborn as you were, you yanked on it, instead of turning around and manually freeing the fabric from the steel contraption. You had put your entire weight on the line, tugging and pulling, when the strap finally came loose from the turnstile. As expected from such antics, you tripped and struggled in your flip-flops, blundering into the compound like a baby giraffe walking for the first time. By the time you tried to compose yourself to look cool and relaxed after such a mistake, you noticed him.

He, who looked like a Greek god blessing you with a visit on earth. He was all tan skin, red life-guard swim trunks, perfectly sculped shoulders, pushed back hair, a smile that put the sun to shame and sunglasses sitting on top of his head. Instantly you thanked yourself for not seriously injuring yourself. The young godman crossed the lawn, presumably to take his seat by the pool, watching out for the visitors. Only he made it look like he was strutting on a runway at Paris fashion week. All you could do was pray that he hadn’t seen you entering his workplace headfirst like some impatient six-year-old.

As people passed you, you realized you were standing in the same spot where you had almost fallen a minute ago. Manifesting that this was just the silly beginning to a perfect day, you paraded into the shaded grassy area to find a spot to set up your things. Countless groups of friends, families, and lone visitors like yourself had already settled down, but you managed to find a fine spot. It was the superb balance between sunny and shady and not too far from the swimming pools and water slides. In seconds you had shed off your clothes to reveal your swimsuit underneath. Although you could barely keep yourself waiting, you decided it was best to stay there a short while before you threw yourself into the waves. Just until the sunscreen had absorbed into your skin. Meanwhile, you would unpack the catchy book you had recently begun to read.

Now and then you raised your head and peeked at the cute lifeguard. You seriously had no intentions of coming across like a creep, but you couldn’t stop yourself. The way he patrolled the side of the large pool had more coolness than the prettiest shot of a hot movie star in a film. You allowed yourself a few seconds, then you’d go back to your novel. The sounds of summer floated through the air – children laughing, water splashing, birds chirping above you – and the scent of the sunscreen catapulted you straight on cloud 9. It felt like your own small piece of paradise. Little did you know, the universe had so much more in store for you.

You hadn’t been buried in your book for even 10 minutes when a group of kids ran by. They were passing a water ball from one to the other and giggling uncontrollably. You saw it coming in your peripheral vision but had no time to react. As they had reached your level, one of them punched the ball especially hard. And instead of catching it, the dark blue ball bounced off one child’s hands and straight into the side of your face. It knocked your sunglasses off the bridge of your nose, but more importantly gave you the fright of your life. You dropped your book while the children’s mother scolded them from the side. After the initial surprise you couldn’t accept their apologies quickly enough. Anything if it could spare you from even more attention from random guests around you. Impulsively, your eyes searched for the cute lifeguard. But he was looking into the opposite direction. At least fate had saved you from embarrassing you in front of him. The last thing you wanted was to look like more of a clown than you had when entering the facility earlier. But against your expectations, the train of unfortunate events was only beginning.

Surely things would be more peaceful in the water, you had thought. When you finally entered the cool pool, it felt like heaven on earth. Fearing a case of recurrence, you avoided the shallower areas, where the children crowded and went straight for the deeper waters. Finally experiencing some form of relaxation, you swam and dived a few laps around the pool. Now and then you caught a glimpse of the lifeguard on the far end of the pool. Just to make sure he was still there. Just to make sure he’s still as handsome as when you first spotted him. And you weren’t disappointed. Gesturing kindly, he helped an elderly woman find directions to the restaurant on the far end of the site. From up closer, his smile and his jaw were even prettier – even though it had seemed impossible for him to become even more perfect.

After a while, your limbs became tired and you retracted into less busy waters, close to the exit and entrance area of the swimming pool. As you paddled your way through bodies, a bug startled you. It had by all appearances chosen you as its victim, as it took direct flight into your face. Even when you swat it away and turned around to change directions, it kept chasing you and only you. Like some crazy, obsessed stalker, it followed you to the edge of the pool. Eventually, you became tired of running and turned to it. If some random flying beetle wanted to fight you, so be it. To the untrained eye, you might have appeared like a lunatic, fanning the air, and squinting against the bright sunlight. But it was war, and you would square up against the most annoying of bugs. After a while, you realized that you were waving off the air – no more bug in sight. Only then you noted the little girl laughing in your direction from the poolside. You were way too mortified to turn into his direction at first, but when you found the lifeguard, he was conversing with one of his co-workers. Once again, you were safe.

Your next approach at a good time was the colorful waterslide close by. Certainly, these heights would not include micro-aggressive bugs. Instead, they included something far more unsettling. Considering there were toddlers going down the waterslide, you deemed it safe and fun. Your mind changed in the first sharp turn, when you tumbled over and hit your elbow from the sudden change of direction. Maybe you should have just stayed in the ring with the bug instead of choosing this more than violent escape. But it was too late. Once on the slide, you had to make it through to the finish line – more or less in one piece. Your grand finale composed of a semi-somersault off the edge of the waterslide into the pool. Although it wasn’t intentional, you still hoped it looked somewhat graceful to the audience at the bottom. Hint: No, it didn’t. You looked like a baby monkey that had been sent down a self-constructed-waterslide in someone’s backyard. It was a disaster.

Feeling over-heated and exhausted from the sun and your embarrassing antics, you found a drinking fountain by the showers to refresh yourself. Patiently, you waited in the short line until it was your turn. As fate wanted it, the next messy incident wasn’t long in the coming. In fact, it only took four sips of water before you accidentally inhaled some of it. You stepped back, choking, coughing, and gasping for air all at once. A helpful woman showed mercy with you and your awkward behavior and softly pat your back. “Are you okay, dear?” she asked. Unable to speak just yet, you smiled and nodded gratefully. Great. Maybe you should add “clown” onto your previous professions in your CT. By now, half the visitors probably knew who you were – a walking safety hazard to yourself.

After retreating to your bath towel set-up in the shade for a while, you had almost found new hope that the universe wasn’t against you that day. You managed to lie there, for a whole hour, without any issues. But then, slowly, another idea crept up on you. After all, what was summer without ice cream? By chance, you happened to know the little ice cream truck next to the yellow waterslide sold your favorite brand of ice lolly. So off you went, money in hands and wild determination in your head. The visual of the handsome lifeguard lingered in your mind even after you had passed the chair he was sitting on by the poolside. You acquired your ice lolly successfully and ripped the wrapper right away. It tasted like summer in food format, and you reveled in the cold treat for a while, as you strolled back in the direction of your bath towel.

Fully aware that you would have to walk by the insanely cute lifeguard again, you tried your best to look cool, next to the large pool. In your imagination, you were glowing in the sun, hair slightly flowing in the warm breeze and steps bouncing happily. You were the personification of summer bloom and radiating everything good about the season. For a moment, you closed your eyes and actually indulged in the warmth on your face. That was when the next mishap struck.

You didn’t even understand what was happening at first. Someone accidentally bumped into you – or did you bump into them? Upon the impact, you opened your eyes. Your ice-cream had vanished from your hands. Turns out, you had dropped it and it had landed only two feet from you. Out of balance, you stumbled ahead even after the impact. And of course, only a second later your foot stepped directly onto the ice lolly. Inevitably, you skidded and struggled to stay on your feet by means of flinging and waving your arms in the air. As if you were some stranger, trying to attract the attention of an aircraft whilst stranded on a desert island. One thing was for sure, you had everyone’s observance tied to you. With an involuntary but comedic performance of theatrical extent, you fell and hit the water surface.

The cool hit you so suddenly, you had swallowed a gulp of water before your instincts had time to set in. Quickly, your limbs began paddling to get you back to the surface. At that instant, a pair of arms suddenly linked under your armpits and swooped you up from underwater. Your brain processed what was going on. Without a doubt, someone had jumped after you and was pulling you out of the water. Stubbornly, you tried to avoid the idea of the cute lifeguard helping you out. Christ, that would really be the peak of all your embarrassing moments. No, it was probably the person you had run into, or someone who had already been in the water.

When you were placed by the poolside and blinked against the blending sun, your worst concerns came to pass. There he was, so close you could have touched his face. His worried expression changed when you opened your eyes, and he smiled, relieved. “Is everything alright?” he asked. You’d think this would make you into the most shamefaced person on the planet. And yet, all you could wonder was how two people’s genes could combine so flawlessly, so beautifully, to create such a man. When he got no answer from your moonstruck figure, he furrowed his eyebrows in alarm.

“Oh my- my god,” you stammered. “Yes! I’m fine, I’m sorry!”

You weren’t sure why you were apologizing. For worrying him? For inconveniencing him? For causing another scene? Either way, he grinned, and you felt your cheeks heat up terribly. You had to get away from there before something cringy came out of your mouth. Although you weren’t sure there was any way you could have made this more awkward than it already was.

“Make sure you have no injuries, okay?” he asked, helping you up. “If you need any medical assistance, just let me or one of the other lifeguards know.”

“Um…okay,” you said. Wow. That was no way to flirt with the most attractive person you had ever met. With all this drama you had gone through on that day, the universe could have at least blessed you with a romantic, your-life-savior-realizes-he-just-met-the-love-of-his-life moment. But no. The movies really were one massive hoax.

“It’s probably best you take a little break from the surprise, before you go back into the water,” he advised you. “And don’t hesitate to ask, if you need any more help.”

If only he knew how many times you had already tried to take a break from the surprise after everything on that day. You stood on your feet safely but felt like a cat that had fallen into the bathtub. At last, you managed a smile in the lifeguard’s direction. “Thank you.”

Funny enough, the stares people gave you bothered you only slightly as you walked back to your spot under the trees. Maybe you had used up all your embarrassment for the day. Nothing could intimidate you anymore. That meant, whatever happened from now on, it couldn’t get worse. Somehow after the pinnacle of chaos, you finally felt some inner tranquility. You went back to your novel, now and then keeping an eye out for potential water balls coming your way. But everything was calm. As time went on, you lost yourself completely in the story line and forgot about everything around you. Maybe this was all meant to happen. Perhaps it was a message, that you should have waited for your family to have a free day, or for your friend to come back from vacation. Would the same things have happened? There was no way to tell. Just as you reached a specifically exciting scene in the novel, a figure suddenly appeared in front of you. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Hey,” the handsome lifeguard stood there, smiling kindly. Wide-eyed, you straightened up and greeted him shyly.

“I couldn’t help but notice how happy you were about that ice cream earlier,” he said. “But then you…lost your ice cream.”

“What an interesting way of saying I stomped on it and made an absolute fool of myself,” you smirked. He chuckled.

“However you want to put it, I thought maybe you could use some cheering up,” he went on. “So I got you a new one.”

He pulled two ice-lollies from behind his back. “One for you, one for me.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “You bought me this? I don’t want to sound rude… but aren’t you supposed to be looking out for the next victim to repeat my foolery?”

“I’m on my break,” he laughed. His eyes crinkled up cutely when he smiled, and it only made your stomach flutter more. “If you want me to leave, I will. I’m not trying to be weird or obtruding. Just making sure you’re okay, because I noticed you’re here alone.”

“Oh. No! Feel free to stay here for as long as you want!” you said, and now maybe you were the one sounding obtrusive. You scooted over and let him take a spot on your bathmat. You thanked him for the ice cream and gleefully unwrapped it. “My friends and family weren’t available today. But I really, really wanted to come here today. Maybe not my brightest idea.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen way worse plunges than yours. You were lucky, really. You got away with a small shock and nothing more. It was pretty impressive, actually.”

“I’m glad I have entertaining qualities, at least.”

“I’m just messing with you,” he laughed. “I’m glad you’re fine. This place gets a little wild during the afternoon, especially on weekends.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckled.

“I recommend coming here in the mornings or late evenings, if you want a little more peace and quiet.”

“Thanks, I’ll probably consider it. Do you work here full time?” you asked.

“No, this is just a summer job,” he said. “It’s great. I get to swim for free and be outside a lot. Not to mention this is one of my favorite places in town.”

“You love swimming too?” you asked and regretted it right away. A lifeguard who hated swimming made no sense, after all. But he didn’t seem to think your words were silly.

“I do! I come here a lot to swim, when it’s not as busy and I don’t have to work,” he said. The thought of seeing him again when you came back in a few days – which you already knew you would – made you feel some sort of way. You had been embarrassed, but his sweet words had appeased you. You could definitely get used to seeing his face all summer long. The two of you talked for some time, while you both finished your ice cream. You learned his name, which was just as beautiful as its owner, and that he thought you had actually looked pretty cute (!) when you fell into the pool. You swore he wasn’t even real. Perhaps he was merely a hallucination, a product of your imagination, to cheer yourself up after your messy day. Either way, your head was up in the clouds as long as he was sitting there, next to you, with his perfect shoulders and charming voice. Soon, he had to excuse himself, though. His break was over and as he had put it, he needed to prevent any more ice cream-murders from happening.

After your conversation, the universe had apparently shifted in your favor. You spent the entire rest of your day without any more misfortunes. Like you had talked to a lucky charm who had done miracles for you, you had a fantastic time. You were even brave enough to face a few more go’s down the ever-so-threatening waterslide. As it got later, more people went home, and just as he had predicted, things calmed down. And you were convinced you would stay until the bitter end. Only when a female voice announced over the speakers that the swimming pool would close in 30 minutes, you slowly started to pack up your things.

As you approached the exit, you scanned the area for your favorite lifeguard. But he was nowhere to be found. You assumed he had already finished his shift and gone home. But as luck would have it, as you neared the bicycle stands to retrieve your bike, you saw him already there. His eyes beamed when he noticed you.

“Wow, you held out a long time,” he said. “Had fun?”

“I did,” you said. You could only be grateful your ice-cream massacre was the sole of your antics he had witnessed that afternoon. Who knew how he would look at you if he had experienced your full chaotic capacity? “Thank you again, for making sure I was fine. And for the ice cream.”

“It was no big deal,” he said. “It’s what I’m here for.”

“To buy random girls ice cream?” you teased.

“No, only the special ones get the ice cream.”

“Define special.”

“To be honest? I was genuinely concerned you would feel down. I’ve seen you almost trip over when you first came in, you got hit in the face by a ball, I’ve witnessed your little quarrel with that bug and your somersault from the waterslide looked pretty rough. After all that you choked on water and then ended up falling into the pool and losing your ice cream. I supposed you could need some serious cheering up.”

Oh my god. If only you could have opened a portal straight to hell, you would have taken the chance on the spot. All this time he had been watching you? It couldn’t get more mortifying than this.

“Sorry, I sound like some creepy stalker,” he said. “I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just you-“

“I looked like a clown in a neon suit?”

“You’re really pretty,” he said. Your cheeks warmed up and you could have yelled out loud.

“But you have to admit, at least the clown part is true.”

“Maybe,” he joked. “Don’t be embarrassed. I thought you were – are – adorable.”

“Thank you,” you managed to say. What the hell were you doing? The most handsome guy was complimenting you. You had to take your chance. “Maybe sometime I could buy you some ice cream too? If you feel like it-“

“I’d love that,” he smiled. It was only the beginning of summer, but it was a glorious one. You already knew it could only get better. Instead of cursing the universe, you had to say your thank you’s now. Without your string of bad luck, things would have never led this way. Perhaps fortune was on your side, after all.

[birthdaysentiment]

hiii everyone! even though i haven’t been here for that long, i still wanted to make one of these as well. because even though i always scream and write long essays in the tags, i just wanted to tell you how thankful i am for every single one of you amazing and wonderful people. you all deserve so much love! ✨

last year for me was just crazy, weird, confusing and just... different, but i knew i could always come to this place as an escape for what was happening around me, and soon this became a place where i found so much more than what i could have hoped for. back in the beginning of april i decided to make this tumblr and i'm so happy i did, because i honestly don’t know what i would have done without tumblr, wtfock (and sobbe), this fandom and just every single one of you! you have all giving me so much joy and happiness, you are some of my biggest inspirations, and you always make me feel so loved and appreciated, that i just can’t help but smile just thinking about it. i’ll never be able to thank every single one of you for all of it, but i hope this long sappy post will somehow. i want to thank every single one for everything you’ve blessed us with last year. without all of your edits, gifs, fics, memes, posts, reblogs, likes, comments, asks and so much more, this place wouldn’t be the same and i'm so happy to be a part of this fandom ✨

even though last year was what it was, i still hope it was able to give you some happiness in whatever way it was, because you all deserve only the best. i will definitely remember last year for being the year where i met some of the most amazing people in my life, where i got the chance to scream, cry, laugh and clown with everyone of you that share the same love for a belgian tv-show as i do. i hope this year will give you all the love, happiness, positivity and success that you deserve, because you’re all so amazing and i'm so happy and proud to call you my mutuals! ✨

this is so sappy i know, but once again thank you for everything and i can’t wait to experience this year with all of you! i am so thankful for everyone, and i love you all very much. thank you for being you! (also, there’s a way too long ramble under the cut, because why not) ✨

@mijnlief eline, love! i don’t even know where to start, and even though i properly wrote you a hundred messages yesterday, it still isn’t enough to tell you how much you mean to me. meeting you was the best thing that happened to me in 2020, and it honestly wouldn’t have been the same without you. our endless skypecalls is the highlight of my week and you just always know what to say or do to make me smile and feel happy, whether it’s with your gifs, fics, drabbels, messages or just your amazing personality. i know this year is gonna be amazing for the both of us and i can’t wait to experience it all with you. but the thing i look forward to the most is to give you the biggest hug ever! you’re so important to me, and i love you so much! ✨

@onzeziggy laurien! in such a short amount of time you’ve become such an amazing friend to me, and i’m so thankful for haven gotten the chance to know you. i can’t believe we only started talking like a month ago, because it feels like i've known you for much longer. thank you for always blessing my day with your attacks whether it’s your posts, edits, tags or messages, you just know what’s important in love and life and i’m so grateful for that. i can’t wait to scream with you when we get some new content and just talk with you some more. i love you lots! ✨

@annonymannonym alice! you’re one of the sweetest and kindest human beings on this site and i’m so thankful for having gotten the chance to get to know you this year. thank you for always attacking me with your beautiful edits and gifs, you know i much i love them, and for always sending me the best meme pictures in our conversation, you really are a blessing and you’re so important to me and i love you lots! ✨

@indimlights rodrigo! you’re the sweetest person ever and i can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me the last year, whether it was writing the sweetest tags, the loveliest messages or giving me the best christmas present ever, that i'll never be able to thank you enough for. you’re so incredible sweet to everyone and please keep that going, because you make so many people smile. i love you lots!✨

@franboos fran! you have the ability to always brighten up my day! you’re full of so much life, laughter and joy and i love you for the person that you are! please keep the typos, your edited pictures and the music suggestion coming, because i’m living for them! i love you lots queen! ✨

@hopelessromanticvirgo elene! you have no idea how much all your stories mean to me, whether it’s your fics or so/me au’s that i’m so in love with. i always look forward to the next day because i know you’ll be there to bless me with your amazing talent. i love you lots bb and thank you for being the sweetest and kindest person ever! ✨

@driesenrobbe @zoesrobbe @welcometo-saturn @dreamaur @earthling-isa @theflowerisblue @fatouuuu @dagcutie @nyttvera @tsjernobyl @mirroroferisedx @to-enter-polaris @alinok @sanderxrobbee @veerledejaegers @sander-klaas 

thank you so much for blessing me with the most beautiful and creative gifs i've ever seen. honestly, i always get so amazed every time i see one of your creations and i take myself starring at them for so long because i just admire everything that you do. thank you for creating such amazing content, this fandom wouldn’t be the same without all of you. i appreciate everything every single one of you do and i love you all lots! one day i hope i'll be able to make something as pretty as all of you do, and thank you for being such a big inspiration! ✨

@robbesdriesen @ayellowcurtain @peaceoutofthepieces @jensrolt @misunderstoododdity @sonderthroughthestreets @fockinglevendcliche @itubainaretro @honeyandsinn @thenerd10 @phascinationphases @universe-n-3276 @sobbefairytales 

thank you to every single one of you for writing the most amazing fics, one-shots, multi-chaptered fics, drabbels, head canons and so much more, because it’s all such a blessing. you’ve all inspired me to wanting to write some more myself, and i honestly feel like i've learned so much more about robbe and sander by reading all of your beautiful stories. thank you for taking the time to bless everyone with it, whether it’s here on tumblr or on ao3. this place wouldn’t be the same without you and thank you for making the time during season 4 and the hiatus so much easier, i don’t know what i would have done without you! i love you all lots! ✨

@gucciboner @pamouche @hidden-joy @happilyinsane @stardustcontrol @mrijzermans @gele-gordijnen @allee-sander @jenschilt @skam-wtfock-sobbe @wtfockaesthetic @driesendotkom @remy3010 @hopetofantasy @lieverobbe and everyone else (i'm so sorry if i forgot anyone, it’s the last thing i want, because i love and appreciate you all very much, thank you for making this fandom what it is)

a special thanks to all of you for always being so supportive of everyone, for reacting such lovely content and for just being a part of this fandom, for keeping it alive and for just blessing my day whenever i see you icon and name on my dash or in the tag. thank you for being who you are and i love you all lots! ✨

some of you are in more than one of these categories, and i appreciate you all for everything you’re blessing us and me with. i hope i get the chance to talk with even more of you this year! i love you all and happy new year to everyone! ✨

[mosssunmaniac]

FUCK I'VE GOT A BIG ASS THEORY FOR WELCOME HOME AND IT'S SUCH A MESS. I have such an autistic urge to do a google slides presentation/essay on it. I also have such an urge to draw so much Welcome Home art... I may do this. I am, a bit, if not entirely, obsessed.

[tehohaews]

Hello unfamiliar person, questions: 7, 12, & 23. Also 34 (👀)

I can't believe they have wifi in turbo hell too 😩😩

7. Which character you’d like to be friends with

Tian and not because he's so pretty, okay that too but hear me out. I think I can be supportive and give good advice sometimes SO I JUST WANT TO TELL HIM THAT HE IS WORTHY AND THAT HE IS ENOUGH, is that too much to ask for 😩. Other than Tian I feel like I'd get along with Tul very well too. We both have the same chaotic vibes djdjjdjd

12.Favorite Phutian moment (Or the moment that made you SCREAM saying they invented love)

I'll change the answer in other asks just because i CAN jdjdjdj but for now I'm thinking it's the pinky touching under the blanket in ep3. That was the exact moment that made me fall for this show. I've said this before ig but I dont watch a lot of shows and I'm very very selective before watching anything. So when i first started watching atots (i waited until ep3 was out and then binge watched them) I already liked it from the opening line "I always thought that life was like a game". But that pibky touching scene was the EXACT moment that made me go this is it! This is the love of my life now. And I remember replaying that part and crying for 3/4 hours straight 😩😩 I even cried when I was binge watching the eps before ep9.

23.The moment you hated the most

Cheating Nam 😩 Basically that WHOLE bar scene. It was so unnecessary and I hated every second of it.

34.Who is someone you got to know because of the show or someone whose posts/works you enjoyed seeing in the tags

Jdjdjdjdj I literally included this question for me. I wanted to show some love and appreciation so this was an excuse to do it. Oh boy this is gonna be long.

@phapundao Do I know you? 🧐 Why is your name here? Jdjdjdj Okay I'm gonna "try" and be nice but no promises 😩. Nuria, we were actually mutuals for a long time and you were one of my favorite persons in the 2g circus. Even after the hype died down, I knew I could always count on you to keep 2g alive in the dash and I really did (and still do) appreciate all your lovely content. I'm glad we got closer in this atots circus cause it wouldn’t have been this much for without you. Even though I bully you,block you,yeet you on a daily basis I really do love you and your evil,overthinking and phupha simping brain and I wouldn’t trade it for the world 💕💕 okay yuck this is too cheesy have fun in ppd river can't say I'll miss you and your evil ass 🥱🥱

@billkinsdancing Wanna know a secret? I actually wanted to be friends with you ever since I noticed us becoming mutuals cause you seemed chaotic LIKE ME and then you sent me that tuty homophobic ask and the rest is history dkkdkdk Thank you for starting the protection squid and being the 2nd most chaotic person (next to me ofc). I love your rambles and your clownery and I will never forget us screaming in eo's asks after an ep quoting phutian 24/7. Thank you for existing and being your chaotic self 💕 I hope one day you'll get your tagging right 🥴

@atotsphutian LARA 😭😭😭 THE LITERAL LOVE OF MY LIFE 😭😭 I'm not lying when I say that you’re the sunshine of the fandom. THANK YOU SM FOR YOUR SMILING tian and phupha content,your torfun content and happy phutian sets!! On behalf of the yeeters, I'm sorry to have you make up for all the angst with happy sets djdjkdj BUT I KNOW THAT I COULD ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU TO MAKE ME SMILE. I'm really really really grateful to have gotten to know you because of atots cause you’re literally the kindest and sweetest person ever!!

@kaonoppakao SAM I'm gonna miss your atots bingos so so much. I always looked forward to them ever since you started and I appreciate you sending them to me,they really made my day. Even though you're now no.1 on the yeet list after you started making more angsty sets to get away from me in ppd bottom 😩 I appreciate all your content, your parallels, sometimes crack and memes. I'll miss talking about predictions with you too 🥺. Ily thank you for everything 💖💖

@serannes (was tempted to tag the dragon blog just so you didnt have to see this 🙄) ELLIS you art thief 😤 jk jk still can't believe that was how we first interacted dkkdkdkd I had a lot of fun terrorizing everyone with our yeet party and I'm glad to get to know you bcuz of atots. Thank you for your lovely content and for being your chaotic evil self. But most importantly thank you for introducing us to dreaz14 even tho they eloped with sakda 😩😩

@systoles-lfc Nads!! I've said this before but I appreciate each and every one of your metas,analysis™,theories, memes and even sad horny phutian posts!! Ily this fandom wouldn’t have been this much fun wo you!! Thank you for everything 💖

@sexyglances MARIA The real crackhead of the fandom!! I had the time of my life reading your metas,your tags AND YOUR MEMES OH GAWDD THE MEMES. Thank you for always taking the time to send me your atots bingos too and clown me in my inbox rdghdddtgg You made this 10 times more fun for me and I'm so grateful you exist 💖💖

@mixxiw FANZY!! Quan said you were a mix fansite and WHERE IS THE LIE!! Thank you for all your updates and content! I really really really appreciate them. You're a blessing to this site 💖

@faandomcentral I associate you with cats more than I associate you with atots but I love you and yes our souls are made of the same thing whatever that is (insult)

@tianphu KIT!!! Love all your content and I hope we can continue to be friends and bond over our shared love for both 2g and atots!!

@thebadmoonsrising hello i love you and your fics even tho I've said this a million times already jsjdkdkd

@viriyanon-guntithanon i love your metas!! I loved seeing them everytime after an ep when i went to the tags. Thank you so much for those 💖💖💖

@nct-oli ik we've been mutuals for like 17 hours but I love you with all my heart and I'm gonna miss reading your metas SO SO SO MUCH. They were one of my favorite things in the atots tag

Also @seetian (my url twin) and @ionlydidthisforatots aside from the fact that you two have the best urls here djjdjdj i love your blogs 💖💖💖 they're wonderful 💖💖💖

Also shoutout to every single content creator who I'm not gonna name cause I'm shy™. I appreciate each and every one of your content, thank you so much for sharing them with us.

[jamesvanriemsdyk]

it's loving my friends hours, folks

hi so. i hit 1.5k a bit ago and while i dont want to do a follow forever (did one for 1k, it took so fucking long), i do want to like. talk about my friends! because i love them. so here we go, time for emo hours here at james jamesvanriemsdyk dot tumblr dot com

to all of the people ive met and talked to in the past few months: i am so grateful to have met you. i am so grateful to be your friend, whether we talk every day or not, and it is such a huge fucking gift to know you and be known by you. i would give you all a little paragraph but then i would get out of control and this post would never end because i have a lot of fucking love in my heart okay??? i love yall a whole hell of a lot ( @goaliehugs​ @farfrombucky​ @andrewcogliano​ @couturriere​ @brockmcgrinn​ @boesersson​ @steadyfreddie​ @nicolasaube-kubel​ @alexvass​ @beauvilliers​ @girouxes​ )

to all the mutuals i see in my notifications a lot (and the ones i dont), the new followers and the old ones, all my super sweet anons, anyone who’s tagged a post with a lovely comment or who’s messaged me with sweet words: thank you. for just like - existing in the same timeline as me, and being wonderful, and choosing to be kind even though im a clown. i love you all a lot.

to @heckeyleague​ @iceburgh87​ and @assistantcaptainmitchmarner​ : im so grateful we still talk, if only every once in a while, and if only through streak snaps. it’s been, what, how many years? four? more? i look forward to snaps of your pets and the little glimpses of your lives i get every day. i love yall to pieces.

and here we go:

@fireworksatdawn​ : hi jayc. its, like, really hard to believe that ur essay comments on my fics led to this but - im really grateful. just, really fucking grateful. youre so kind and so loving and such a wonderful presence in my life and im so grateful that once c*vid has died down, we’ll, like. be able to see each other? fucking wild. thank you for all the fic convos and the tswift tiktoks, and the memes when im sad. i love you a ton, and im so, so glad you’re my friend. shoutout to philly as, like, a concept for giving me all the emotions i needed to write my heartbeat fics. (im still emotional about the fact that you tell me ‘its late for you, go to bed’ every time i stay up past 10pm. its the being known for me <3)

@pencilhoarders​ : my favorite flyers art witch. what an incredibly kind, talented soul you are. what a beautiful heart you have, really and truly. i love listening to you talk about your ideas and seeing your art process, and i love that your mind works like mine does, and that we really do understand each other. i love that you’re going after your dream and i know you’ll be incredible at whatever you decide to do post-grad - you’re simply too amazing not to be. thank you for sending me those anons about the canes what feels like forever ago; i am so fucking glad i get to call you my friend.

@majorpenalty​ : you are, without a doubt, one of my most favorite people ive ever met on this site. your life is fucking wild and you are so funny and kind and resilient, and i never want to not be your friend. i love losing my mind with you for five to eight hours on zoom, i love just being able to just exist with you even though we have half a country between us. you are so intelligent and strong and lovely, and you deserve every single good thing in the entire world. thank you also for sending me those wild ass anons, and for sending me all the videos of you singing trap bunny bubbles and tswift on snap (we have the yellow heart now uwu) and for just - being there and understanding. you are so brilliant and i cant fucking wait to watch you continue to grow and succeed. i love u so fuckin much.

@softgrantaire​ : hi, alex! kiss the cats and your baby for me and tell your husband i said hey. also, sorry in advance for how long and sappy this is about to be, because im already choked up thinking about it! so: i would not be the person i am today without you. its been a literal month since we became friends, but i literally have never felt more immediately loved or accepted by anyone in my life. you are, probably, the reason i felt comfortable enough to change my name in public; youre the first person i told i was deeply uncomfortable with my name and you changed it immediately, without fucking blinking, and i knew trans friends hit different, but i didnt realize how different it would hit til i met you. and its not just that, either, its the kindness and the trust and the mutual respect, and the pics and vids of jules and the cats all day, its being genuinely excited to see your name pop up on my phone screen, its the voice messages on my way home from work and its the sound of you laugh and the comfort that exists in the little space we’ve carved out for ourselves. i love being your friend, and i love that you’re my friend, and i want us to be that for a long, long time -  ill always be the nolpat to your g. i love you so fucking much, dude.

@codyglass​ : ngl, i typed your url and just like - froze, for a minute. because like. how do you talk about a friendship like this? how do you put it into words? how do you describe all of the laughter and the tears and the years we’ve had together? its the kindness for me, its the communication and comprehension for me, its the unconditional love for me. there isnt a place i feel safer than our friendship; there isnt a person on earth i love like i love you. thanks for all the late nights, all the massive fic concepts/outlines we’ll never write but always find solace in, for all the nolpats roasts, for all the hockey tears and all the real life tears too. for listening to folklore with me for the first time when it dropped, for understanding when i couldnt turn it off for weeks after, for getting the days i send you 30 messages in a row and the days i cant get out of bed. it’s so fucking insane that we’re friends, still - how fucking incredible is it that i met my best friend, who lives 1846 miles away from me, through fucking hockey of all things? youre the best gift life ever gave me, and its such a fucking blessing to be alive at the same time as you, much less to be your best friend. i love you to the moon and to saturn.

[hueningkai]

🎨 if you'd like!!! (u can also do it for mine nd han's txt blog @/huneingkai if u wld like hehe)

no wait... that's YOU???? or at least one half of you lmao I'm a whole clown. In that case I just want to say I love your txt blog! I'll combine them 💖

starting with txt content...

THIS BEOMGYU SET - I know I'm bias but ugh this is one of my favourite sets on this site. The colouring is incredible and the quality is *chefs kiss* I'm in love with this set and having an excuse to reblog it makes me happy. truly beautiful!!

this sparkly yeonjun set - every time this set lands on my dash I am drawn in by the colours and beauty. the teals are incredible and it is truly one of the most beautiful sets on here. it's like a sea foam masterpiece and it's gorgeous. I adore this set and me reblogging it will push it to 1000 notes! yay

I love all the sets sm, and the disco one too of course that's amazing!!

and one for han, who's main I was not following but I am now sooo my apologies, is this TYUNNING SET - I have to hold myself back from using this wishlist vid in every txt set I make because this video feeds us so well. this tyunning set is no exception. it is coloured beautifully and they are adorable and I'm madly in love with it thank u to han for blessing us with this.

now for your main here are a couple of your recent creations I loooove:

this wooyoung set - yeah alright my bias is showing again but he is so cute and I love this set so much. you have so much patience to put all these sets together and you are a blessing to ateez! I love this set so much lemme smooch it forever

ateez relay dances - as soon as I saw this ask I KNEW I had to include this!! the creativity and patience to put all the dances in one place (actual kings) and the colouring is amazing as per usual. you really bring out the best in blues and teals! I love how smooth your gifs are and they look effortlessly wonderful. I can't find any flaws with anything you make. I love your content, irida!!!! THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US WITH YOUR TALENT FOR FREE

[jookyun]

hi friends! I just hit 2k followers on this blog so I decided to do my second follow forever! this is going to be more a mutuals appreciation though because I love you guys so much!!! 

i’m just so grateful for all of the amazing people I’ve met on this site that make this hellsite bearable. There are so many of you that I would absolutely kill to meet and it really sucks that we live so far from each other. but you guys are the most amazing and sweetest people I’ve ever known and I’m honestly so blessed that I’m mutuals with each and every one of you. you guys rlly make my experience here such a positive one. i’m kinda picky with who I follow and if we’re mutuals it really means that i can sense an amazing vibe from you! even if we’re never interacted before, i’m truly am so grateful for everyone and I hope you’re all thriving! 💕💕 

also a huge thank you to all of my followers who have decided to follow a dumb blog like mine. thank you for all of your support and love and cute tags in the rbs! i love you all!! 💖💖

☆ - your content makes my dash a better place 

♡ - friends! 

#-c

@4monbebe ♡ /  @95s ☆ / @angelkyun / @angwon / @anna-something ☆ / @bapofficial / @beekkul ☆♡ / @bignamjoon / @changkynu ♡/ @changkyunned ☆♡/ @changkyuns ♡/ @changkyunsneckmole / @cupidhyuk / @cupidjooheon

d-j

@deokspatch ☆♡/ @dramxrama ♡ / @dreamiegf ♡/ @dwtdmixtape ☆♡ / @gogomato / @hakyunie ☆♡/ @hanjisungs ♡/ @heonsta ♡/ @honeypup ☆ / @hyungkyun ☆ / @hyungnus ☆ / @ikonic-hyuk ♡/ @imcksoo ♡ / @imkyuns / @jiminnamoro / @jooheonbot / @jooheonies / @jookyunlovebot ☆♡ / @joopiglet ☆♡ / @joostruck ☆♡

k-s

@kentaro / @kihobebe ☆♡ / @kihoseok ☆♡ / @kihyns / @kihyussy / @kihyuu / @kinosangel ☆ / @kuromatoki ♡/ @kyun ☆/ @mbbtual / @mingied ♡/ @minhyukist ☆ / @minhyukkus ♡/ @minhyukult / @moncaratt ♡/ @mondoongies / @monpabebe ☆♡ / @mxluv ☆ / @nubebe ☆♡/ @orreur / @psycheos

s-z

@sansuality / @sera-chyeah ♡/ @shineekeylover / @shownuubear ☆♡ / @sophrosynes ♡/ @squirrelly831 ♡/ @thefroghyungwon ♡/ @thekihyun ☆♡ / @vixx-me-up ♡ / @w0ndi ♡/ @warmhyungwon / @wonhosoks ☆ / @wonniesgf ☆♡/ @yongguks ☆ / @yumyuns

also! special shout out to my quickmathsbebes (you know who you are) for being the most chaotic bitches i have ever had the pleasure of meeting.. u guys are literally the best clown crew i ever could hv asked for! luv u all 🤡

[jj-lynn21]

Joy and The Angel

Notes (reedited oct 6,2020) This is a Castlerock fanfiction loosely based on episode S2 E7 and the buzz about who the Angel/The Kid could be in the Steven King Universe. And who will be Amity’s vessel. Here is my take on what could have happened in 1619 after what we saw there.

warnings: creepiness, blood, bad religious leaders, talk of witch craft, a suicide

tag @dragsraksllib​ @grandpa-sweaters​ @waywardtigersandwich​ @sunshineandskarsgards​ @loomis @goblincxnt​

Joy’s mother, Amanda, started to get scared of the way Amity was acting. She believed the story of the Angel and that he made their crops grow so they could finally eat, but she wasn’t so sure after saving the colony he would want them to die. Even if they would be returning in four-hundred years. The statue of the Angel was memorizing as soon as the wood carver brought it into the church. But more and more Amity wouldn’t let anyone in to praise the Angel statue.

Those that didn’t believe everything Amity said were burned. Amanda new she could not verbalize her concerns, but she could try to save her daughter from the colony’s fate. Before she joined the others, she planned to hide her five-year-old daughter.

Joy looked to her Mother for answers as always. “Are we going to be with the Angel today Momma?”

Amanda shook her head no. “That’s not for you today Joy.” Amanda put some blankets down in the closet as she watches for the others to start going to the Angel statue. “I want you to stay in this closet. Don’t make a sound.”

Joys was confused. “Oh Momma I want to be with the Angel like everyone else.”

Amanda puts a loaf of bread and a pale of water in the closet. “You will be with the Angel soon enough. Don’t fuss. Sit down here. When you are done slowly eating your supper and drinking some water you can come out and find the Angel.” She hugs her daughter tight. “I love you Joy.”

Amanda rushes out with the rest of the colony to face the fate Amity had in store for them. She hoped it was truly what the Angel wanted, and she will not be punished for hiding her daughter from death. She told the colonist that Joy had disappeared. This was an easy explanation since children often disappeared from the colony.

Joy sat in the closet quietly as she ate her supper and drank some water. She wrapped up in the blanket when it started getting colder. She fell asleep when darkness completely overwhelmed the colony. When she woke she was freezing.

There was no more bread or water, so she went to find the Angel as her Mother instructed. As she wondered out of the house the colony was eerily quiet for this time of day. Usually there were plenty of people tending to the animals and the garden that was recently full of vegetables thanks to the Angel. She went to the garden to pick a tomato for her breakfast. To her surprise all that was there was rot.

 Joy pouted and stomp her feet. She walked, in her mind forever, until she was ready to give up. But then she found the cliff that Amity had said she met the Angel. As she skipped up the side of the rocks, she felt reassured she would see him and be reunited with her mother.

Night was starting to fall when she saw the warm fire. When she walked over there was a blanket, two large tomatoes and a pale of water with a ladle for her to get a drink. She sat and looked around for the Angel. She said a prayer thanking the Angel before she started to eat her super.  After she was done, she snuggled in the blanket.

She yawned ready to doze off to sleep. Then she saw a pair of white gloved hands coming over the top of the cliff. Then a poof of orange hair. She cowered shaking and scared of this strange drooling man with the white skin and blood red lips. His wicked smile seemed to creep up his whole face. She thought his eyes were going two directions. He truly freaked her out.

As he stood in the light of the fire, he did a little dance. She was laughing when he reached for her as his mouth started to unhinge showing a massive number of teeth. She screamed in terror. The Angel appeared and stepped between Joy and the child eating clown. All the Angel had to do was take his hood down to look at the Clown. The evil entity slunk back down the cliff out of site.

Joy was crying. The Angel knelt to look in her scared eyes. She suddenly felt at peace. “Are you the real Angel?”

His angelic expression didn’t change but she could hear him in her head.

Joy smiled. “You are the Angel. Your Red Daddy.” She giggled. “Thank you for dinner Red Daddy. And thank you for saving me from the monster.”

He laid down by the fire. She laid on him like a bed and yawned. He covered her with the blanket. She drifted off to sleep feeling protected.  When she woke, he was gone only the blanket covered her. The fire was still warming her.

She sat up to see there were apples cut up for her beside the pale of water. “Thank you Red Daddy for this meal and your protection. I will go find my new family. I will return to you when I am a big girl.”

When she finished her apples and drank the water she started on her journey. She was so fully exhausted when she found people she collapsed. A farmer picked her up to take her to his wife who was barren. They both thought Joy was a gift. Even the town clergy thought Joy must be a gift. She was so angelic and well mannered as she grew up.

She never engaged with those who teased her. Soon enough some accident would always make them pay. For instance, the boy who pulled her hair on the playground ended up pulling his own hair out the next day to the point his scalp was bleeding. The girl who tripped her, tripped on a rock and rolled down a hill off a cliff. She prayed to Red Daddy every evening secretly to thank him for his blessings. She was smarter than all in the colony and that did make the men look upon her with wicked jealous.

Some went to the Clergy to claim she was a witch when she turned twenty-one. They claimed she had them all even though she was a virgin. Of course, her beauty making them think of sexual things just proved she must be a witch. She also knew how to make the garden bloom with flowers and the vegetables grow better than they had in years. She was called to talk with the clergy. The man looked down on her when she entered the church walking into the center.

He stolked around her. “So where did you learn to grow things, witch.”

Joy told the truth. “Red Daddy said if you till the earth and respect her, she will give you a bountiful harvest.”

He glared. “Who is this Red Daddy. I would like to meet him if you are telling the truth that is.”

She smiled sweetly. “He is my protector. He is our Angel. He is God…”

The clergyman slapped her hard across the face. Tears streamed down her face. She fell to the ground holding her cheek. He started undoing his belt. “The Heavens do not talk to women. You are a wicked beauty. I will have to teach you a lesson not to make up stories. Unless thy be a witch and can stop me. Though if you prove to be a witch you will be burned.”

He laughed. She backed away as he reached down to grab her. The doors swung open with a forceful gust of wind bringing a large branch from a tree flying in to impale the community leader in the crotch. His pants dropped to his feet. Joy screamed and ran. Others ran into the church. They couldn’t believe what they saw.

Joy kept running. She ran as fast as she could thinking all the colonists would be following her. She ran back toward her home. She didn’t remember where she was really going but something in her moved her towards what would be later named Castlerock Lake. She followed the lake to the high cliff where the fire she dreamed of being with Red Daddy still burned. She fell to her knees.

A shadow loomed behind her. She stood seeing her Angel. Her Red Daddy. “I came back to you Red Daddy. I just knew it had to be time.”

He slowly revealed his angelic face which calmed all her fears. He opened his cloak and enveloped her inside. She could no longer be seen in his embrace. He looked at her.

She trusted him. “I know what its time to do Red Daddy. You know I trust in what ever you say is right. I might not remember any of this, but I will be reborn again as Joy. I will be with you again.”

He opens his cloak. She steps out of his shadow. She looks at him one last time before turning and running to jump off the cliff to her death. He walks to the edge of the cliff just looking at her lifeless body as the water takes it away.