#This is definitely not a way to make a playlist for me

[katemoneymartinsgf]

I think a Paige x Azzi fic where Azzi catches Paige watching TikTok edits of them would be fun… you can choose if they’re already together or not hehe

Caught in 4k |pazzi|

They were tangled up on Paige’s couch - limbs everywhere, one blanket barely doing its job, Azzi's head tucked under Paige's chin, both of them comfortably full from takeout and half-watching whatever was still playing on the TV.

Azzi was half-asleep. Maybe more than half.
She’d stopped answering Paige’s nonsense a good ten minutes ago, content to let the warmth and weight of the day lull her into that sweet, quiet space where everything felt far away — except Paige’s arm wrapped around her waist.

And then she heard it.

Barely.
But definitely.

A familiar bass drop, followed by a voice she knew too well.
Her own.

Her eyes opened — slow and suspicious — and shifted up toward Paige’s phone, still held against the crook of her thigh. The screen lit her face blue in the dark room.

"...Paige."

No answer.

Azzi nudged her ribs.
"Babe."

Paige flinched like she’d just been yanked out of a dream.
"Huh? What?"

Azzi lifted her head just enough to see the screen.
And there it was.
A TikTok.
Of them.

Fan edit. High quality. Slowed down clips of on-court moments and candid hugs. Paige’s smile in that one clip from media day. Azzi’s hand resting on the back of her neck during the postgame interview from two weeks ago.

The audio was feels like by Gracie Abram’s

Paige scrambled to lock the phone.

Azzi blinked at her.
"You’re watching edits of us?"

"No!" Paige said way too fast. "I mean — yes. But like — it just showed up, I didn’t search it—"

Azzi blinked again.

"You’re literally in the 'Pazzi' hashtag."

Azzi raised a brow, amused now, sleep forgotten.
"You’re ridiculous."

"And in love," Paige said, defensive but still flustered. "I’m allowed."

Azzi reached over and gently took the phone from Paige’s hands. Scrolled up.
Paused.
Scrolled down.

“You literally have a playlist these go back like… three weeks," Azzi said poking her side.

Paige let out the most dramatic groan and threw her head back on the pillow.

“You liked this one twice."

“That’s not even possible bro!”

Azzi set the phone aside, just far enough out of reach.
Then she nestled back down against Paige’s chest, letting her arm drape over Paige’s waist sgain.

"...You’re lucky I think it’s cute," she murmured, barely above a whisper.

Paige looked down at her confused.

"You’re not gonna make fun of me?"

Azzi shook her head slightly, forehead brushing Paige’s collarbone.
"I mean, I am, just not right now, too tired."

Paige smiled softly and ran her fingers through Azzi’s hair.

There was a quiet beat.

Then Paige whispered, like it might break if she said it too loud:
"I watch them sometimes when we’re on trips and sometimes when i don’t get to talk to you as much"

Azzi didn’t respond right away.
Just pressed her nose into Paige’s neck.
Then she whispered back, “Yeah?”

"Yeah."

Another long beat of silence, warm and safe.

Azzi pulled back just enough to kiss her.
Quick, soft, thumb brushing against Paige’s jaw.
Then she laid her head back down, arm tightening around her middle.

"That’s still a little embarrassing babe" she mumbled.

"That’s fine," Paige said. "I’m winning."

——

Later, when Paige dozed off first — finally, after swearing she wasn’t tired —
Azzi unlocked her phone.
Scrolled down to the edit she’d stopped on earlier.

And saved it to her camera roll.

Azzi looked up, kissed her cheek gently, and murmured, “Love you, weirdo.”

[psformybss]

Home for the Holiday

drew starkey x reader

based on this ask

warnings: soft domesticity, light teasing, childhood photo embarrassment, implied intimacy, holiday fluff, emotional warmth, minor chaos

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The drive to Hickory isn’t long—barely two hours—but it feels like stepping deeper into a painting the farther you go. The mountains swell on either side, slopes brushed in goldenrod and copper, the winding road slicing through valleys that shimmer with late-autumn light. Trees bend toward the shoulder like they’re listening. The air sharpens, turns crisper with each mile, and when Drew cracks the window, the breeze slips in cool and earthy—laced with woodsmoke, pine, and something older still, like nostalgia.

“You sure you’re ready?” he asks, one hand draped lazily over the wheel, fingers tapping in an absent rhythm. He’s wearing that half-grin that makes your stomach flip, but his eyes flick your way like he’s actually asking. “Last chance to fake a tire blowout and drive straight to Florida.”

You glance over your coffee cup, raising a brow. “You want to spend Thanksgiving at a beach motel with vending machine food?”

“I mean… could be fun. No chaos. Just us. Low risk of being tackled by Logan.”

You snort. “Tempting. But I think I’ll take my chances with the Starkey family stampede.”

Drew’s grin widens—lazy, crooked, and so familiar now it feels like home. “You’ve met my siblings before. It won’t be that bad.”

“Right, but not in their natural habitat. Last time, Brooke wore heels and didn’t scream at anyone. I think she was trying to impress me.”

“She’s definitely over that phase.”

By the time you pull into the driveway, the Starkey house looks like something straight out of a Southern Living holiday issue. White columns frame the porch, and a few stubborn pumpkins cling to the steps, leftover from Halloween, now nestled among scattered oak leaves. The air smells like damp bark and someone’s been baking for hours. A car is already in the driveway, and from a cracked window, music spills out—Fleetwood Mac, you think—soft, scratchy, and just a little chaotic.

You barely get a chance to knock before the front door swings open.

“Took you long enough,” Brooke says, holding a glass of red wine with the confidence of someone born to host. Her hair’s in a high ponytail, and one perfectly arched eyebrow lifts as she smirks. “Mom’s been pacing like she’s expecting royalty.”

“Hi, Brooke,” you say sweetly, stepping in behind Drew.

“She even fluffed the couch pillows,” Mackayla calls from deeper inside the house. “That never happens.”

Drew shoulders his duffel bag with a grunt. “Did y’all coordinate this roast in the group chat, or—?”

Brooke sips her wine. “Oh, honey. This is just muscle memory.”

Mackayla’s next, sweeping into the entryway and pulling you into a hug that smells like cinnamon, hairspray, and some expensive perfume. “Glad you survived the drive. Asheville traffic this week is practically apocalyptic.”

“Logan still narrating the Macy’s Parade?” Drew mutters, kicking off his sneakers.

From the living room: “I can hear you, and I’m providing valuable commentary!”

You peek in and find Logan draped dramatically across the couch like a Roman emperor, a bowl of Chex Mix balanced precariously on his chest, eyes glued to the TV. “The Rockettes,” he announces, “remain undefeated.”

The house is warm in the way only lived-in homes are—firelight flickering in the hearth, a distant clatter of pans, the smell of roasted turkey and sage rolling in like a tide. The walls hum with activity. Someone yells for a potholder, Brooke’s playlist is at war with the TV, and laughter crackles from the kitchen.

Family photos line the hallway—graduations, toothless grins, beach trips. A penciled height chart runs along the laundry room doorframe. There are shoes by the stairs, dog-eared cookbooks in a basket, and a lone wine glass abandoned on a windowsill like it’s mid-conversation.

Jodi rounds the corner wiping her hands on a red-checkered dish towel, her face lighting up like a porch light when she sees you.

“There she is! Oh, honey, come here,” she says, pulling you into a hug that smells like cinnamon rolls and dryer sheets. “I’m Jodi. It’s so good to finally meet you in person.”

“You too,” you say warmly. “Thank you for having me.”

“Of course. We’ve heard plenty about you.”

“Okay, and we’re done here,” Drew mutters behind you.

Todd appears a moment later with a cheerful, “Welcome, welcome,” and a firm handshake. “We’ve got a seat at the table with your name on it.”

“Dad,” Drew warns, tone sharp with dread.

“I’m just saying, your mother and I were starting to wonder if we needed to set you up again.”

“Again?” you ask, your eyebrows lifting in delight.

“Long story,” Todd says.

“Not long enough,” Mackayla quips, sailing past with a tray of deviled eggs. “You should’ve seen the girl from church. That was… a choice.”

Drew groans. “Can we not do this today?”

“No promises!” Brooke sing-songs from the kitchen.

Within minutes, you’ve got a cider in one hand and a wooden spoon in the other, helping Jodi stir cranberry sauce while Mackayla debates garnish strategy like she’s on Top Chef. Brooke drifts between rooms with a Bluetooth speaker tucked under her arm, spinning like she’s in a musical.

“Logan!” she yells. “Stop changing the song—this is the good playlist!”

“Says who?” he shouts back.

Drew pops into the kitchen just long enough to swipe a cube of cheese, only to catch an elbow to the ribs from Jodi.

“Put her to work already?” he teases.

“She volunteered,” Jodi says, grinning. “Keeper behavior.”

You shoot Drew a look. “I just didn’t want to get benched for being the new girlfriend.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Brooke says, breezing in with a fresh glass of cider. “We’re judging you silently and putting you to work.”

Later, leaning against the counter as you stir gravy, you nudge him with your shoulder and murmur, “You weren’t kidding about the chaos.”

“Never do,” he says, brushing his hand gently over your hip in passing.

Dinner is everything—loud, barely manageable, and so perfectly alive it makes your chest ache a little. Everyone talks at once. Todd gives a theatrical toast that earns four synchronized groans from his kids. Logan drops his fork mid-meal and never retrieves it. Jodi refills your wine glass twice before you can say no. The stuffing disappears in seconds. Someone gets emotional over sweet potatoes.

After dessert—pecan pie so good it could start a cult—the cleanup turns into a full-contact sport. Dish towels fly. Brooke hums along to the Mariah Carey playing on the speaker. Logan somehow gets out of helping by claiming “decorative supervision.”

Drew kisses your temple as you collapse beside him on the living room floor, your backs against the couch while the rest of the family filters in around you.

The fire crackles low. Someone hits play on a cheesy Christmas movie—probably Brooke—and nobody objects.

Halfway through, Mackayla stretches like a cat and says innocently, “Has she seen your room yet?”

Drew stiffens. “She hasn’t?”

Brooke gasps, scandalized. “Drew. Show her your room. Immediately.”

“You act like I’ve got a dead body hidden in there.”

“No, but you do have that weird basketball trophy with your face on it,” Logan chimes from under a throw blanket. “And the Buzz Lightyear blanket.”

“That blanket was iconic,” Drew says, wounded.

You glance up at him, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Now I have to see it.”

Drew groans but stands, offering a hand. “Fine. Come on. Witness the shrine.”

The hallway creaks beneath your steps, lined with school photos and a penciled height chart just outside the laundry room. When his bedroom door opens with a familiar squeak, you’re hit with a wave of teenage nostalgia —posters on the walls, a crooked hoop on the back of the door, a Buzz Lightyear blanket folded neatly at the end of the bed.

You step inside slowly, taking it all in. “It’s cleaner than I expected.”

“My mom probably snuck in here with a can of Lysol the second we left for college.”

You trail your fingers over the comforter—soft from years of use, that distinct Carolina blue faded from washing—and sit on the edge of the bed, giving him a teasing smile. “This is kind of hot. All-American baller-boy vibes.”

He narrows his eyes. “Please never say ‘baller-boy’ again.”

“Make me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Two steps and he’s in front of you, hands cupping your face as his mouth crashes into yours. The kiss is unhurried but deep, purposeful. Like he’s been holding back all day and finally let himself give in. You tug him down with you, falling back onto the bed as he settles over you, his body a perfect weight against yours.

Your hands slip under his hoodie, skimming warm skin, and his breath hitches when your nails lightly scratch down his spine. His lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, to the pulse beneath your ear, making you shiver. The room spins slightly, but in a good way—like everything else can wait as long as this lasts.

Eventually—slowly—you untangle yourselves. Clothes straightened. Hair smoothed. Heartbeats still a little too fast.

He helps you up, pressing a final kiss to your cheek before pulling the door open.

“You know if Logan heard us, I’m never living this down.”

“Then we better walk back out like nothing happened.”

“Think we can pull that off?”

You grin, smoothing your sweater. “Let’s find out.”

You return to the living room just in time for the second half of the Christmas movie. Mackayla gives you a look.

“Y’all took forever.”

“We were just talking,” Drew deadpans.

“Uh-huh.”

Jodi pats the spot beside her on the couch. “Come look at these. I pulled out the old albums.”

You sit beside her, and she flips to a page of plastic-covered memories. “That’s Drew in kindergarten,” she says proudly. “He used to call himself Captain Defense.”

“He wore elbow pads to school,” Mackayla adds, grinning.

Your eyes land on a photo of five-year-old Drew in a Buzz Lightyear costume that’s three sizes too big, face smeared with chocolate and pride. “Oh my god.”

“There’s more,” Jodi promises, turning the page. “This was his mullet phase.”

“Mom,” Drew groans.

You lean in. “Is that a rat tail?”

“A beautiful one,” Todd says solemnly from the recliner.

“I’m obsessed,” you laugh, as Drew drops his head onto your shoulder, groaning into your sweater.

The night winds down in soft layers—Brooke scrolling half-asleep, Logan snoring into a throw pillow, Jodi still humming beside the photo album. The fire burns low, shadows dancing across the ceiling.

Drew wraps an arm around your waist, voice low against your hair. “Thanks for coming.”

You melt into him, full and warm and happy.

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

[darqx]

Pick up the receiver I'll make you a believer

❗️For commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ

After doodling the first image that hug body slam meme immediately came to mind and i couldn't help myself 😂

Thanks very much I'm glad you are enjoying my art and characs! :D

To put the answer simply, Rire used to work for the prior King as a Collector (of souls) and he was that King's only Collector and so got the brunt of his ire for any related, perceived fault. Aside from that personal connection Rire also really disliked him because he viewed the prior king as a useless glutton who failed at ruling a sector (conditions were tanking/had tanked for ages), and which the Royal powers were wasted on.

Almost all of his sunglasses are actually normal human sunglasses, he can just see better than a human can 😎

Anything can be a kink, anon :d

Boring victims are often exceptionally weak-willed victims so that's something in particular he dislikes.

Yes he can play the piano and violin, and horseback ride and ballroom dance etc. Put it this way he has a lot of particular small skills that he picked up during his Earth visits so he could hide in plain sight with the upper echelons XD

Not like how a snake or cat hisses which is what I'm assuming you're implying XDDD He can't bite off a limb (his mouth ain't that big) but his teeth are very sharp so he can feasibly take a chunk out of someone or like, completely bite off something smaller (finger, ear...)

I havent added to it in a while (since I dont often find songs I like enough to actually download lol) but this is my current playlist for him in no particular order:

Anon, the fact you capitalised "Aliens" made me think of Xenomorphs and I had to immediately stop thinking 🤣

On a side note, I can't actually tell you either way because he hasn't encountered an alien (that isn't a demon or a human) lol. He'd probably initially treat an alien much like he would treat a common demon, if they are obviously not human, and then if he realises they are also not quite a demon this could peak his interest.

Pointing you in this direction because regardless of the canon answer this proves he could look good in one LMAO

Sorry to burst your bubble but no :d Though I suppose he could simulate the effect by reverting parts of them to their "liquid" state 🤔 DO WITH THAT INFO WHAT YOU WILL.

It is theoretically similar to a human's.

If you can remember his age then that is how old he is :d I'm not really like other creators who give their characs a definitive "birthday" down to the year, mainly because I don't often have set "time periods" in my stories lol.

His birth date falls somewhere between late October - late November though.

In the context of BTD; they just don't like each other XD Well I can't actually speak for Cain, but Rire not liking Cain is partly a riff on general angel/demon rivalry dynamics, and partly because Rire would see Cain as more of a threat since canonically Cain is way more OP than him.

Most of the time when i draw them Cain is also actively getting in Rire's space whilst Rire is actively trying to avoid him, so there's also that XD

It...depends. On which aspect of "ownership" you're implying. For those that he has deals with, he'd calculate what exactly the value of the deal lost would be and in this situation he'd likely write them off as Cain would be more annoying to handle then they'd be worth (he can always make more deals).

If someone was specifically marked by Rire, that's a different level of possessiveness and he'd actually try cos like

Hey guys some offence but why are some of you sending me asks formatted as if i were ChatGPT

Is there one for like, personal ambition or cunning or something cos I don't think he'd be any of those listed lol.

Rire doesn't have a mobile phone and he doesn't need one because he has a demon power that basically CCTVs all his citizens to himself. And really, if he wants to find you he'll find you.

He's somewhere in the middle of that scale through the sheer fact that he's been around long enough to see technology change and would've kept up with how to use things to blend in better, but also doesn't need to use the electronics to the point that he'd need to be an expert at it.

Is this cos Gato is Canadian cos I don't remember a country location being specified when we did it? |D Personally I figured most of the settings were in the US since the US has the most documented serial killers

Also sos no i dont anon, you'll need to either ask Gato or EP or dig through any of their lore posts they might have left.

Think kind of like Rire (he did learn a lot from her after all), but with a more Elizabethan era socialite vibe. Possibly a black widow but we dont have any proof about that.

Has/had a p good relationship. I use both terms because I still never decided whether she was currently dead or not lol.

Lol a misconception but Rire doesn't actually perceive humans as trash XD Trash suggests that he hates them and they wouldn't be worth regarding at all, whereas Rire usually finds them more like...novelties. Or like whatever that feeling that is associated with viewing ant farms or animals performing tricks is. Rire's mother would view them as more like working animals or livestock.

[thebitsandblurbs]

Marathon

Prompt: Analyst!FemReader x Jack Abbot x Michael "Robby" Robinavitch

Warning: None... Slow burn?

Author's Prompt: I literally told myself I was going to write every day, but as Finals Week goes, that didn't happen 😅. But yay, multi-pairing... well, not yet- but soon!

When the race started, he kept to your side for the first few miles. Though upbeat, it was clear that he was self-conscious of his peers. Rather than keeping his eyes forward, his focus darted from runner to runner.

As the amount of runners grew thinner with each passing minute, he soon left you in the dust which was fine.

Pacing was important- you knew this. By the first portion of the thon, it was just you, your playlist, and the sound of your breaths.

Towards the end, you noticed your friend staggering along before collapsing. He seemed disorientated. His legs struggled to carry him even a step forward. Other runners passed him with a glance and a look of pity, but did nothing.

Speeding up, you got to his side. Concern was plastered on your face as he used you as support. “Hey, man-“

“I can do it- I can do it.” He mumbled, more to himself than to you. His feet slipped against the burning concrete, arms pushing against you, threatening to throw off your balance. Shaking your head, you sighed.

He owes you for this.

“Alright, c’mon,” you murmured, slinging his arm across your shoulders and wrapping your other arm around his side. The height difference was substantial, making it somewhat of an awkward stance. Regardless, you made it work- you had to make it work. No way were you going to leave a thon uncompleted, or make this a bad experience for him.

A part of you felt that you should have gotten help, but at this point, you were locked in.

Commit. You have to commit.

Those words echoed over and over. Each step re-started the mantra.

The journey was slow, and people passed you by without so much as a second glance. The cheering of the crowd grew more intense the closer you got; but the closer you got, the heavier he felt. Honestly, if you had dropped him, he would be none the wiser.

On your second -or maybe third- adjustment, you felt his weight shift. Lighter surprisingly. Either that or you actually followed through with dropping him. But you didn’t-

Peering to your left, you could see another guy- probably the same height as your friend- had taken his other side. He gave you a nod, and together, all three of you passed through together. Frankly, he definitely took most of the weight. At this point, you felt more like an accessory than actual help.

Medics were there to take him from you as soon as you all passed that finish line.

You were exhausted enough from doing the race, but that extra burst had you beat. Hands on your hips, you bent forward as you try to catch your breath and clear the rapidly multiplying stars in your vision. The tell tale signs you were going to faint.

“You good?” The stranger asked, guiding you to a nearby chair.

“Yea, just tired.” You huffed, leaning into the back of the chair. “Thanks…”

It took a moment for you to catch your breath. By the time you opened your eyes, you find yourself peering into crystal blue eyes. He seemed somewhat concerned for your wellbeing.

Robby couldn't help but stare at you. Something about you just drew him closer. With Collins, it was a feeling that grew but with you- it was just there. He was concerned about you, there was no doubt about it.

And rightfully so, you were unnaturally pale and your breathing was still rather heavy. Drops of sweat dribbled down your face before being wiped away. Someone gave you a cool wash cloth, and God, was it appreciated.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll just sit with you for a few moments.” He said as he took a chair. His hand was out for you to shake by the time his back pressed against the seat backing. “Michael, but everyone calls me ‘Robby’.”

“Y/N,” you tell him, “Robby?”

“My last name is Robinavitch. ‘Robby’ sounds a lot friendlier.”

“Teacher?”

“Close enough, but doctor.”

“Oh.”

“You?”

“Analyst.”

He won't deny it, he was a little disappointed. Some fantasy in the back of his head imagined you showing up through the ER doors, claiming that it's your first day.

It was idle chatter for a while- shallow things anyone could find on a LinkedIn or FaceBook Profile. After about 15 minutes, you saw someone approach the two of you. It looked like he was also a participant, going by the number plastered on his chest.

“Robby, I got to the finish line- Jake said he saw you go into the Medic’s tent.”

“Yea, one of the runners had some trouble staying on his feet. Y/N and I helped him cross. Jack, this is Y/N. Y/N, Jack.”

Contrary to Robby, his companion was shorter. His hair was greying, but it suited him. Overall, he seemed serious. In fact, his eyes bore into your very being. His face said nothing, but his general energy was unnerving to say the least.

You couldn’t help but shrink away from the cold stare emitting from the man before you. You did, however, offer a small wave before turning your attention back to your friend. He seemed to be doing better, considering he was doing his best to flirt with the female medic.

After your friend was well enough to get back on his feet, he insisted on taking you all out for dinner. After some insistence, you went back to you apartment to get refreshed and changed.

That social battery you had, it was awfully low today. A part of you just wanted to get back in bed, but at the same time, you wanted to see him again.

Robby- he seemed like a nice fellow.

You were a tad late having walked from your apartment, but you had just caught up with them when they were getting seated by the waitress.

It was kind of a nice dinner. You had expected it to be an awkward one given you all had just met, but Alistar kept the conversation going. The topic transitions were smooth, segueing into the next interesting topic. In a way, you kind of envied him- out of the two of you, he was the more social one.

More than once, do you catch yourself ogling at them. When one or the other turn to meet your gaze, you look away almost immediately. Every now again, you sip the glass of water by your right.

By the end of dinner, you all had gotten to know each other rather well but not enough to call each other friends.

You stayed long enough to have another drink with Alistar before heading out.

Just about a block away you encountered the two men again, but they looked rather heated. Opting to stay out of it, you tried to sneak around them, intent on avoiding any eye contact or look in their general direction. Though you caught a glimpse of Jack's eyes as you passed, and as you have done in the past, you quickly look away.

As you left them behind, a part of you hopes that you would see them again.

[isaysexualthingsaboutrobinavitch]

Which 5 characters are your favourites in the pitt?

IT'S LIKE PICKING A FAVORITE CHILD. I'll choose, but it's going to be a hot take (and in no particular order)

ROBBY

We stan a motherfucker who can run an ED while also experiencing a menty b, all while still supporting his staff and making sure his bff doesn’t dive off the roof. He’s seen some shit, doesn’t abide by wearing scrub bottoms, and looks like he hasn’t gotten 8 hours of sleep in years. But he’s funny, and he’s supportive, and he shows more empathy for patients in one shift that I can sometimes muster in one week. I’d trust him with my life, on his worst days, even in the middle of reciting prayer while crying. 

2. ABBOT

MY GUY. Prior war medic who you know has definitely seen enough shit to make him both funny and traumatized. We both flourish in the dark. He’s no bullshit, calling all the questionable shots, and rarely panics. You know you’re going to be waking up with some makeshift medical device saving your life in a MCI. Definitely number one on my active suicide list, but cute as a button. I would follow him anywhere and would give him all of the free therapy. 

3. MEL

A neurodivergent princess, and she’s got a bangin’ spotify playlist. Number one lava lamp fan, so you know she’s a PRO at mindfulness. Cries at the right times and is empathetic and smarter than most of the people there. Is definitely a top tier sister and I would bond with her so hard, as I also have a problem with picking up social cues. I would bet money that if you asked her how 2 and 7 are alike, she’d say, “they’re both sharp.” 

4. DANA

I can’t imagine my life without her. That place will burn to the motherfucking ground the second she retires and she’d probably watch it happen with a cigarette in her mouth. Probably has a huge dog at home and bakes a badass lasagna. Knows every patient and keeps that place running smoothly. Ain’t no finding out for Dana, because that queen does not fuck around.

5. MOHAN

She’s smart and tortured and reminds me so much of myself in graduate school. Burns the candle at both ends. She’s an absolute machine but cries in the bathroom when she’s got a free five minutes. Cares more about learning about her patients and doing good work than being quick, and I can appreciate that on so many levels. Flirts with Abbot because IYKYK. Would literally fight anyone who tries to be mean to her. Would trust her with my entire family’s life. Would bring her lunch everyday to remind her that she is important.

And an honorable mention for SHEN

I know people don’t often call him one of their favorites but I am him and he is me. A typical millennial, letting the chaos happen because some boomers made him this way. Dark humor, sarcasm, an affinity for Dunkin’. Probably has Abbot and Robby in his phone as “old dad 1” and “slightly older dad 2” in his phone. Will never attend a staff meeting but will never panic. Definitely fucks. Probably does cocaine socially. 10/10 would be his absolute best friend and biggest cheerleader.

[joyswonderland1108]

“We decided” — Sorry, didn’t realize you were the BTS parliament.

So apparently now ARMY has turned into the French Senate because every time I blink, someone’s out here talking about “we” — who tf is we??? Because I definitely didn’t RSVP to that shady group chat, the triple K if you will, where the fandom council sat down with their gavel and robes and decided RM is the one to vote for — and anyone who breathes in Jimin’s direction is suddenly a “solo” or an anti.

Really?? That's where we are?

An OT7 account encouraged people to vote for whoever they want, and instead of touching grass or, I don't know, exercising your own right to vote, y’all said, “They’re an anti.” Because they didn’t go along with what “we” decided. Okay Judge Judy. Tell me more about this dictatorship disguised as unity.

And the cherry on top? People acting brand new like Jimin isn't in BTS. I'm sorry, is voting for Jimin somehow voting against BTS now? Did I miss the HYBE press release where he was removed from the group because y’all sure are acting like he’s just some guy with a TikTok account.

(Lol this edit is funny to me)

Now let’s reverse the situation for a hot second.

Let’s say the roles were reversed and RM was in a poll with another member. If some of y’all had your bias in the same spot, would you be out here chanting “we decided RM!” in the streets? No. No you wouldn’t. You’d either:

Vote for your bias and pretend not to see,

Use that good ol’ split-vote technique to sleep better at night,

Or write 14 Tumblr paragraphs about how you’re being oppressed for having the audacity to make your own voting decisions.

So why is it different now?

Because it's Jimin. And we’ve seen this before. Let me take you back: remember when it was Jimin vs. Yoongi in another voting poll? (TMA) A whole lot of people refused to help Jimin even when he was ahead and had a real shot at winning. And that was FINE — because everyone is allowed to make their own choices. But THEN y’all didn’t even back Yoongi either. You know what some of you did? You teamed up with ajhummas to vote for Lim Woo Young. Not because you liked him, but because the very idea of Jimin winning gave you heartburn. You’d rather Yoongi lose than let Jimin win.

Let that sink in.

And now it's the same tired playbook. It’s Day 1 of the poll and people already dictating the narrative, twisting arms, labeling others as antis because they dared to… vote? For a BTS member? The horror.

People are splitting votes. People are voting for their bias. That’s called doing your best. That’s called respecting choice. That’s called being a fan of a group with seven members.

And let’s not pretend you’re campaigning for RM’s success 24/7. I’m not talking about screenshots and hashtags. I’m talking about actual support. Where are the streams? The playlisting? The charting help? If your only interaction with RM’s music is voting for him in one poll and screaming at others for not doing the same, then maybe you’re not the one to lead the “WE decided” committee.

You want real strategy? Try:

Gathering vote data over the first few days.

Seeing who’s in the lead and working with that momentum.

Coordinating in a way that includes—not bullies—the fandom.

But I guess that’s too boring when you can just yell “JIMIN VOTERS ARE ANTIS!” and call it a day.

[vintageriki]

BARELY LEGAL - a sjy smau

6. u should be worried (8 screenshots + 0.2k written)

y/n stared at her phone, blinking at the last text.

“talk soon?”

and then her only reply: “maybe👀”

God. why did she type that? now he was gonna think she was flirting. was she? no. maybe.

she groaned, face down in her pillow, phone still clutched in her hand

jake was acting weird lately. not in a bad way, but definitely in a noticeable way. he was… showing up more. literally and metaphorically. he was quieter when they talked—nervous, almost. his jokes were sillier, not in an annoying way. more like, trying really hard to make her laugh kind of way.

and then there was the music thing. had he really remembered her playlist from chaewon’s birthday?

she glanced at the texts again, scrolling up slowly.

“your playlist from the other way was rlly good btw”

he was listening.

did that mean something? of course it didn’t. she was playing it on her speaker the entire night, of course he was listening.

y/n exhaled, rolling onto her back and staring at the ceiling. her thoughts bounced between ‘he totally likes me’ and ‘he's sunghoon's best friend, he's just being nice.’

ugh. boys. horrible for her gpa.

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[ekjohnston]

do you often listen to music when you're writing? if so, what were you listening to when writing the Queen's books? thank you so much for this gift of a series!!

So music for me comes in three categories.

Playlists: These are songs I have for each character, at various points in their stories. Sometimes there are only a few songs on the list, sometimes there are a bunch! I listen to them on loop when I'm NOT writing, to work through thoughts and stuff.

Hype Music: This is music I listen to before I write or between chapters. It's usually pretty peppy, because of emotional regulation. I like dancing (I am not good). When I was injured, I literally had to lie in bed and NOT move, but now I can bop around the house.

Drafting Music: This is what I actually have in my headphones while I am drafting. Since 2009, it has been the Battlestar Galactica soundtracks, by Bear McCreary. When it's going well, I can write 2000 words (a chapter) per season (an hourish). I like to imagine that in the future, there will be bar fights where academics argue about which chapters across my body of work I wrote to "Prelude to War".

For the Queen's books, it was a little different. I wrote those in mid-2017, late-2019, and mid-2021. Those were, shall we say, not great times for me, and I had trouble doing anything the way I usually. I wrote those books with noise cancelling headphones and nothing playing.

(Ahsoka, in case you were wondering, was "Spirits" by the Strumbellas and then "Feel It Still" by Portugal. The Man.)

Crimson Climb had songs again: Hunger (Florence) and Sharks (Imagine Dragons) for Qi'ra, and Butter (BTS) for Han, because that's definitely how he thinks of himself (and because the song always makes me smile).

[kissyourwires]

What songs do you releate to objectum/robotphilia?

Let me hear you all

[ofbardsandmen]

greetings fellow genshin enthusiasts and fanatics!! once again, i'm generously presenting and offering my most beloved mondstadt character spotify playlists, free of charge and yours to consume, if you will.

[sysig]

Reading moodboard #84430940 (Patreon)

[hollow-vok]

Ohh im obssesed

[drawbudd]

please reblog this post with a character (or ship) and what song you associate with them!!

i don't mean like ''oh yeah this suits them'' (although you're free to name multiple songs and talk about why if you want to though! this is a character appreciation post foremost!!), but more something like every time you listen to that song now, even if you're not even in that fandom anymore, it will always be their song to you

i'll start with one that's been on my mind for ages, and that's huntlow and ''golden hour'' by JVKE

[exopelagic]

auuudggghghhrhrhrbrr

[terubakudan]

A playlist dedicated to my sailor-mouth tsundere honmei <3

His route was the first one I played and I really was surprised by the amount of depth his character has, it would have been all too easy to write him off as the resident hothead. But he's intelligent, a good leader, will never say it but is sweet through his actions, and loyal. Mamma mia, I could spill more of my guts for this guy. xD He's definitely my favorite, and has such excellent chemistry with Gian.

Guilty Gear Xrd OST - Storyteller

Composed by absolute chad Daisuke Ishiwatari, this song just gives me such good vibes, the song talks about leaving behind your legacy in the world, while remembering to have a blast doing it. The thing that Ivan desired most was a friend that he could absolutely trust, and through that friend I feel he would leave behind his legacy in a way...his 'living proof' that he existed and had someone to share life with.

2. Devil May Cry X The Last Judgment OST - Dream Out Loud

One of several (listen to Devil Moon I beg you) songs I feel is absolutely wasted on a pachinko game xD They got fucking Yosh from Survive Said the Prophet to sing!!

3. ONE OK ROCK - 内秘心書 (Naihi shinsho/Keep it Inside)

Got recommended a fan-made AMV with this song and was pleasantly surprised, the song rocks, it features my favorite ship, what's not to love? xD The song fits Ivan's tsundere nature perfectly. I have a soft spot for tsundere characters.

4. Kyosuke Himuro - Wild Romance

An insert song featured in the Japanese edition of Yakuza 5. Specifically during the Shinada vs Daigo fight. And I feel we were robbed xD Of course I want to fight my high school classmate while shirtless while this love song plays in the background!

On another note, I would totally see Mine as being pissed that Daigo is nice to Shinada. xD Because he's jealous that his boyfriend will be stolen away ahhhh

5. Kyosuke Himuro ft. Gerard Way - Safe and Sound

The ending song to Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children Complete. The fact that they got Gerard Way to collaborate is a dream for all the otaku/emo 2000s kids xD It's one of those songs that's great to listen to while driving, it gives all sorts of warm and fuzzy feelings, like that feeling of having made it, or having found home and wanting to keep it 'safe and sound'.

I feel it can describe Ivan when he slowly starts to trust Gian and the other capos more, and him wanting to protect his 'home', his 'family'.

6. NANA OST - A Little Pain

Performed by Trapnest/OLIVIA inspi' REIRA, I don't think I need to elaborate much on how amazing the OST to NANA is, Blast and Trapnest both being bands I would follow if they were real. I've yet to read/watch NANA but I know that it will break me QQ

I've heard some of the highest praise for its character writing and realism, it's sad that the manga is still on an indefinite hiatus, the fans waiting for Ai Yazawa's return I feel very much mirrors Hachi waiting for Nana's return.

7. Possibility - Sanagi

ED9 to the anime Gintama. I don't normally like rap but when mixed with other genres I feel it can elevate a song. The song gives me such good vibes and I can't help but hum to it and go 'la la la' at the end.

8. ONE OK ROCK - 完全感覺Dreamer (Kanzen Kankaku Dreamer/Perfect Sense Dreamer)

When I think of Ivan, I think of ONE OK ROCK, their songs capture that hot-blooded feeling of youth that describes Ivan xD. This song I feel is one of ONE OK ROCK's most iconic songs. I actually don't know much of their discography but the fact I know this song shows how representative it is of them.

9. L'Arc~en~Ciel - Driver's High

While making this playlist, I thought there's no way I'm not putting this song in xD What with Ivan loving cars and his beloved Mercedes that he calls Valkyrie xD The whole scene when he and Gian make their escape from the enemy and Valkyrie going out with a bang! was glorious. I was practically thinking of how Driver's High fits so well while reading that part.

10. sajou no hana - Memosepia

ED3 to the anime Mob Psycho 100. Let me just say I love all the OPs and EDs of Mob Psycho 100, which is quite rare, when watching an anime there's always that OP/ED that I don't quite like, but all the Mob Psycho songs are just so good I was shocked xD

Mob Psycho 100 touched my soul much in the same way Ivan's route in Lucky Dog 1 did. I wholeheartedly recommend them both.