#WENDY┊002

[heartlcssboy]

@wndybyrd | cont’d from here.

He audibly huffed out his frustration and rolled his eyes at Wendy's antics. Of course he wasn't going to go away! Why should he? Peter couldn't let Wendy think she could go bossing him about...even if, historically, he wasn't capable of denying her anything she wanted...No matter how much doing so pained him. It still wouldn't do to let her get her way now. If the others saw that he allowed her to talk to him so harshly then they might try pushing their luck too. Besides, he wasn't going to leave her alone to mope over whatever it was she was so upset about. He was just about to declare how he'd be as loud as he wanted to be, thank you very much, and if she didn't like it, she could be the one to leave when Wendy spoke again.

At her threat, Peter's eyebrows knitted together, utterly perplexed. His head tilted while he scrubbed through his memories, trying to pick out what she could possibly be referring to. Touch her like what? What was she even going on about? What had he done to upset her now?

"What was mean? You're the one telling me to go away!" He growled, indignant. 'Go away' was one of the cruelest things Wendy could have said to him. She must have known that! She had to know how much it would sting to tell him he was unwanted. She'd seemed out of sorts for a while, but Peter couldn't figure out where all of her vitriol was coming from. Worst of all, the distance that it had created between them had caused a physical ache in his chest to form and made the fire ants beneath his skin bite at him viciously.

His anger at being told to leave melted away to a much more uncomfortable panic as he stared at the back of her form, wrapped in that horrible coat, and the silence stretched on. The helpless panic caused his tone to soften when he finally spoke up again. "Wendy?" He called her name quietly, cautiously. He moved toward her but not too close. He didn't want to risk upsetting her further. He had to fix what ever was bothering her. Would she ask to leave again? So soon? The ants writhed and his chest squeezed.

"I don't understand." It was a raw admission that tore from his throat and not one he would have given to anyone else, save maybe for Tinker Bell — but no one else, not for anything. He didn't want to elaborate and only hoped that Wendy would understand just how much he did not understand. "What did I do?" Came out as a whisper. Had he made a mess of things between them again? Had he actually done something wrong?

[heartlcssboy]

wndybyrd​:

what she loved most about peter was not his face or the way he laughed, or even the magic that took shape everywhere he wandered. to her, he was a book and every page of him that she turned held some new, unexpected twist. it was impossible to decipher the riddle of words that shaped this unreadable boy, making him all the more interesting. yet, no matter the downward spiral his story took her on, she could never bring herself to hate to it, to hate him. this made everything else ( her choler, melancholy, confusion ) all the worse, as if any feeling other than glee should be followed by guilt.

wendy tilted her head ever so slightly, watching from the corners of her peripheral as he inched forward. still, she stayed resolute, refusing to crumble under his grand performance of emotion.     “ you’ve forgotten ? how lucky you are, to forget things so easily. ”     ‘YOU MUST REMEMBER’, she’d yelled so many times before. her brothers had forgotten, as did the ( first ) lost boys. peter, too, would forget things all the time, or at least pretend to. everyone else forgot whilst she was burdened with the blessing of remembrance. it wasn’t fair. even the memories she had been graced to ‘forget’ still lived deep in her mind, shrouded by thin fog. they lived in her bones and were etched into her muscle, never fully gone. never really forgotten.

finally turning, she faced him fully. still, azure irises did not fully meet his of clover green. seeing that sadness swimming in his eyes ( even if it was just a facade ) would be enough, and, just like that, his head would be rested in her lap, the darling’s temper snuffed out. she’d smooth a light hand over his mess of curls whilst stringing together some stupidly sweet story to make up for her rude behavior. still, sometimes, the girl couldn’t decide if peter enjoyed their conflict as much as he did the pleasantries. even without intention, it seemed too easy to upset him. a fallen tear, an innocent question, an old coat. the boy was a bomb, tick tick ticking away in search of anything to set it off. the eruptions were not cause for fear as much as the underlying certainty ( a voice in the back of her mind, a feeling in the pit of her stomach ) that something worse lurked under the rage. 

“ what did you do ? well, nothing at all. you never do anything wrong, peter. “     softness hardened, honeysuckle words replaced by bitter firmness. his fury need not be tip-toed around, nor was he deserving of her coddling. wendy didn’t want to be his mother any longer, the game had tired.     “ yet, that night, all those apologies … so many sorries i couldn’t even count. tell me, peter, what could you possibly be so sorry for ? “     was it for sending me away, or waiting until i’d become old and boring before coming back, was what she didn’t ask, settling for a bothered sigh.      “ maybe you were sorry for grabbing at me, but, then again, you never actually bothered to apologize for that. “     an accusing finger flicked towards the fading dash that marred red cheeks. in the split second taken to snatch her face, muzzling her mouth and stealing her breath, wendy had been convinced he’d intended to fly them back to london as cruel punishment for acting too grownup, a terror that followed her to this very moment.

” oh, and the gall to dare say that i’m yours ! “     a dry laugh followed the recollection. her apprehension at upsetting him, the fear that he could so swiftly steal everything back, slowly shriveled up. the girl was empowered by righteous anger, something that had been festering in the hollow of her being for months, possibly years.     “ what a mean thing to say ! you can’t just throw me away to the ‘other place’ to then claim me as yours. what about me ? i survived the other place all on my own. not once did i forget neverland but, now, it’s like i grew too big to fit here at all. i think i’ve been so terribly cross at you because, well … because you took too long and i grew too big. “    she fought back hot, angry tears. this boy utterly confused her, a quality she’d once found endearing or fascinating. now, it was only cause for upset.     “ i did everything to come back. i was so good, peter ! ” 

crawling forward, the girl gingerly took peter’s hands in hers. brushing his knuckles with feathery lightness, outlining their roughness with the soft pads of her fingertips ( wondering how they weren’t littered with scars from his years of play ), she held them close, just over her chest as if he’d reach out and take hold of her heart.     “ i’m sorry, too, that i grew up at all. really, truly, i am. i couldn’t help it, but i won’t anymore. not even an inch. ”     her smile seemed sweet, but the tenderness did not last. mania made a home in the well of her eyes, as wild as the anxiety rooting itself in her head. her grip tightened with the strength of a starved snake, coiling and entrapping him in her embrace. a grip so tight the curves of her nails began to dig into the calloused palms.     “ but you can’t frighten me into behaving ! i won’t let you. i’m not a child anymore, i can’t be spooked by bogeys or monsters. and i won’t be banished, not again. not ever. ”     after that night, the faintest of memories had begun to clear past the fog of her mind. however, she’d decided it was nicer to forget. wendy couldn’t remember everything from over the years, but she remembered the feelings, and remembering only hurt. 

the fears and warnings that lived within her subconscious — those of little wendy, young and innocent and still living deep inside her — could not sway her. the next words were less question, more dare. she drenched them in honeyed allure, so sweet and convincing, but those wild eyes and unrelenting grip betrayed her inner unwinding.     “ you won’t send me back, will you, peter ? “

Peter’s eyebrows knitted together in further confusion when his vulnerability was met with the same upset. That wasn’t right. He crossed his arms over his chest, standing taller, and was quickly swinging from emotional turmoil back to feeling unjustly attacked, which at least was a much more comfortable place to be but he didn’t want to feel the sting of falsely being accused when it came to Wendy. It wasn’t right! What was she even going on about?! Apologies? What did he have to be sorry about?! 

“ — grabbing at you? Wendy, I didn’t —!” And then the realization of what must have happened hit him and suddenly it all made sense. Oh. His shoulders slumped and his arms uncrossed, falling limply at his sides. Oh. His shadow must have been the one to scare Wendy, it was why she was so cross with him. That would not do. That would not do at all. But Peter didn’t have long to celebrate how clever he was to have solved that one mystery. Wendy herself was made up of puzzles and riddles and he still felt horrendously confused by her words, even after gaining this glimmer of context.

Peter titled his head to the side, deep in thought. At first, he had been affronted that she’d accused him of having tossed her aside. Like it was his fault she had left! This wasn’t the first time that she had alluded to thinking he’d been the one to banish her back to the Other Place instead of the truth, that she had chosen to leave him. Because he wasn’t enough. Because Neverland wasn’t enough. And in many ways, didn’t this misbelief work in Peter’s favor? Wasn’t it nice for someone else to fear being left by him for a change? Messing with peoples’ memories was such a tricky thing, he could conceal something by wrapping it up in a mist but the way a person’s brain knitted itself back together to make sense of the sudden hole was completely unpredictable. The mind was such a mercurial thing. As much as he had pulled and twisted at her thoughts, it was hard to guess what she thought had happened.

Peter fixed Wendy with a quizzical look as she reached out for his hands. He offered no resistance. Her touch, her nearness soothed the writhing fire ants under his skin and that horrible squeezing ache beneath his ribcage abated more and more the longer she cradled his hands in her own. So Peter stayed silent as she carried on, still struggling to understand what it was that had caused the tides of her temper to change direction while also feeling an overwhelming relief at her gentle touch. She absolutely confounded him, as she always did, as most people tended to; however, there was something about the raw and abrupt emotional shifts that made her feel kindred and knowable in a way that she hadn’t felt the last time she’d been on the island.

Even as her gentle touch turned crushing, he remained pliant and unflinching; letting her take whatever she needed from him because he needed this. All of this. He needed to hear how much she hated the Other Place, how much she’d wanted to come back to the island, to him. He needed to feel that she meant it.

“I don’t want to scare you,” fell from Peter’s mouth in a hoarse whisper that was as earnest as his hope that her desperate grip on him would leave bruises and that the island would deem those bruises too important to fade away. 

 He shortened the distance between them as he gave his answer, holding her wild gaze with a look in his own eyes that promised he meant every single world, "Wendy, I won’t send you back there. Not ever. I promise. Neverland is your home. No one is ever going to take that from you.”

For a long moment he could do nothing but look at her, mystified, fire ants long forgotten. 

When his words finally returned to him, he said, “I really didn’t do it. Must have been one of the small folk playing a mean trick on you....they can do that, but, of course, you know that. Make you see things and hear things. I’ll find out who did it and make sure they never do it again, I swear it!” 

[aeceso]

The ball of yarn bounced twice as it escaped the bowl and she snarled at it, unable to maintain her composure. This was frustrating. She should not have let herself be goaded into partaking in Bob's idea of a friendly holiday gift for our dear old teammate, but she had been having a day and Bob was good at coaxing her to delve into the less friendly aspects of her personality. Well, the wool had been laying around for quite some time because she had come to realise that anything it produced was awfully scratchy. Which was why she was knitting socks from it for her esteemed former teammate. And she would guilt him into wearing it. Silly pancake of a man that he was.

Focused on her project, she used her foot to keep the wool from escaping too far as a knock came from the door. She frowned. She was not expecting anyone, but when was she ever? "Yes?" she called out. "Door isn't locked, just come in."

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[thousandflame]

❛ But if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me ❜ - wendy c :

CYMBELINE REGARDED THE GIRL FOR A MOMENT, THEN SHE NODDED. there was no need to make things messy for others, to drag someone else into the chaos that was her mind right now. still, the truth was: few things were okay with her right now. it was a messy time, the aftermath of the war. everything was chaotic. things that had been set in stone, rules that had always applied---it all had eroded. it was a . . . difficult time. people were dead. houses were destroyed. everything was wrong.

'' we cannot undo what has happened. '' a hard lesson. cymbeline had learnt it when she had been young, but she still did not want others to learn it as young. childhood was supposed to be a perfect dream. it was not supposed to be shattered by the folly of men. we need to accept reality, even if we cannot accept what led us there. this would have been her addition, would she know the girl better. but she did not. and cymbeline always kept a few cards close to her chest. it had once made her a great mage, her instinct for when to speak and when to remain quiet.

she sighed, massaging her temples. '' we can only work to make things fully okay again, '' she added quietly.

[wonryllis]

𐙚 THE THREE STAGES OF DATING PARK SUNGHOON.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park sunghoon with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ strangers to fling to lovers, absolute fluff. LIB? word count `1115 a revamp

` —IN ALL REALITIES, i want to be tied to you by heart.

001. from a fling to newfound lovers.

sitting beside the window, you watch the rain pouring down hitting against the glass and slipping like drops of tear. the music in your earphones blaring into your ears like you’re in a different world, numbing like an apocalypse. the bus stops for a while and a minute later you feel the presence of one sit beside you; it’s sunghoon, he runs a hand through his slightly wet hair trying to brush off the raindrops and adjusts his blazer before he looks at you with a rather brazen look on his face. raising his brows cockily and reaching forward to pull out one of your buds, to put it in his ear.

as he takes your hand resting on your lap into his, fingers intertwining with yours in a gentle squeeze, you look at him questioningly, “i thought you were going to take your car?” he smiles faintly turning his face to return your gaze, not a viable response, just brown orbs staring at you. his other hand moves to trace his ring on your index finger, the one he gave you this weekend, “wanted to spend some more time with you.”

it was almost ten at night when you had gotten his text to come outside, that he had something to say to you. he ended up confessing and asking you out after you got into an argument about him treating you like you were a summer fling; things could have ended in so many different ways but you’re grateful that for once the sunghoon you knew, put his ego and pride behind and admitted his wrong.

and now that he has entered your life, your world, you wish nothing but for him to stay as long as he can in there. you know this might not go on for forever but however long it may be, you want to put all your heart and efforts into it. it’s just your second day, you have a long way to go, “then let’s go to school together from now on, be it the bus or your car.” and sunghoon swears his heart has never felt what it felt when he heard your voice just now..and your smile: the first love kind. perhaps his first love? only time could tell him.

002. the step to a vulnerable heart.

“your eyes are so pretty,” he blurts out, staring at you with hearts oozing out of him,“sunghoon, i’m literally crying here,” you laugh with a pout, pulling out tissues from the box to wipe your tears and the mascara rolling down the skin of your cheeks. “but you still look so pretty, like a doll.” grinning lazily he holds the side of his head, leaning against the back of the couch while admiring you like a piece of artwork.

it makes you feel even more emotional than you already do,“i look like a mess not a doll” glaring at him playfully, you softly hit his thigh,“but i love the you mess.” his smile grows wider and brighter, pupils dilated, his warm presence feeling like an invitation to neverland; like peter to your wendy.

“stop being so cringey or i’m going to start bawling my eyes out again.” and as if on que you pause for a moment before breaking down again “stop being so pretty then- i told you not to go to that reunion” sunghoon scolds you as he takes the tissue from the grasp of your fingers and holding your face, delicately wipes the falling tears, thumbs caressing the top of your eyes giving it a gentle massage. you weren’t planning to attend the said reunion but the hopes of rekindling your friendship with your ex-bff and clear out the misunderstandings from high school overcame your desire to skip it.

instead all you got were harsh words and false accusations, something sunghoon had already predicted would happen but now all that matters to him is for you to feel better. though it’s true that in his eyes even a mess you look like an angel from heaven he’d rather see you without tears of sadness. he holds onto your hands and kissing your knuckles pulls you into a hug, patting your back in a kind of comfort you know only he can provide. to him you are one displayed at the greatest of exhibitions. a private room where only he can admire the work of emotions.

003. your honeymoon ever after.

you look at sunghoon with confused eyes as he abruptly stops after closing the door to your apartment and turns to you. taking out both of your hands which were previously in his coat pockets he grabs your cheeks, squeezing your face with a lovestruck smile and heart eyes. he pecks the tip of your nose,“your face has gotten cold, i’ll have to kiss it warm,” grinning he plants another two kisses on your cheeks, then the top of your eyelids then your forehead, then three on your lips,“it’s a bonus.”

later when you’re in the kitchen making some hot chocolate and coffee for you both, he comes in, grabs your hand and starts placing kisses on your knuckles before rubbing the skin of your hands between his palms to warm them more,“sunghoon, the heater is on,” you look at him wanting to see what he has to say. he nods giving a lovely wide smile,“i know, just- your hands are precious,”

the next time he behaves this way is an hour later when you’re cuddling in the balcony, stargazing together in the pillow&blanket fort you both made there. he makes you sit between his legs with your back against his front and hugging you from behind, leaving smooches on top of your head,“your hair smells nice,” he mumbles between his kisses, it makes you laugh. just what exactly has happened to him. after he stops you put your head in the crook of his neck and ask,“are you okay, baby? why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

he locks eyes with you and in a stare of pure love and adoration,“i just realized how lucky i am to have you, you’re so precious and i love you so much. thank you for being with me,” with that he presses another kiss to your temple and hugs you tighter. soon as he’s way into dreamland, snoring softly, you look at his peaceful face and peck his lips with a smile,“i love you a lot too, thank you for coming into my life.” he definitely heard that even in his dreams.

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[catsannie]

LOVE BEYOND BARRIERS

SYNOPSIS~ when your friends reach out saying you need to be more “social” and need to talk to more people, your friend tells you she “knows a guy” for you to get aquatinted with, what she didn’t tell you is he’s in another country and doesn’t speak the same language. will this work out?

PAIRING~ nonidol!Choi San x fem!reader

GENRE~ smau, strangers to lovers, rom-com

FEATURING~ ateez, cix(yonghee and seunghun), red velvet( wendy and yeri)

CW~ swearing, kms/kys jokes

STARTED~ 09/05/2024

STATUS~ on going

NOTE~ eeeeee im so excited to start this, i had put up a post awhile ago stating i wanted to make a smau where a member and the reader fall in love despite the language barrier, and i have tweaked it a bit to fit my thoughts on how to play it out, hopefully you all enjoy!

also! if you’re interested in this smau please send a dm or ask to be added to the tag list!

PROFILES AND CHAPTERS

TOM NOOKS OPS | ALL 🦴 NO 🍑

001. i’m social okay!

002. my ass cheeks trembled

003. bro i don’t even speak korean!

004. do you think she likes league of legends?

005. only knows animal crossing…

more to come!!

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[kelsgfandwife]

Wendy dancing

「 002」

[steviexwagner]

Task #002 - A Few of my Favorite Things

Food and Drink

Favorite fast food restaurant? Wendy’s

Favorite ice cream flavor? Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked

Favorite chocolate candy? Peanut M&Ms

Favorite fruity candy? Starbursts

Favorite kind of sushi? Sashimi

Favorite Asian dish? Chow mien

Favorite Italian dish? Carbonara

Favorite food of all time? Her grandmother’s chicken pot pie

Favorite pizza topping? Pepperoni

Favorite breakfast food? Fried eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, and toast

Favorite fruit? Strawberries and peaches

Favorite vegetables? Green beans

Favorite comfort food? Grilled cheese

Favorite dessert? Strawberry shortcake and peach cobbler

Favorite dish at Thanksgiving? Stuffing

Favorite thing to cook? Anything someone she loves likes

Favorite drink? Peach lemonade

Favorite alcoholic drink? Brachetto D'acqui wine

Favorite flavor coffee? Hazelnut

Television and Movies

Favorite ‘80s movie? Pretty in Pink

Favorite Harry Potter movie? Half-blood Prince

Favorite TV sitcom? Saved by the Bell

Favorite cartoon? Josie & The Pussycats

Favorite scary movie? Jennifer’s Body

Favorite funny movie? She’s the Man

Favorite celebrity? Julia Roberts

Favorite chick flick? Pretty Woman

Favorite Pixar movie? Wall-E

Favorite Disney movie? Sleeping Beauty

Favorite actress over 50? Meryl Streep

Favorite Marvel movie? She hasn’t really seen them

Favorite TV show? Gilmore Girls

Favorite movie? Pretty Woman

Favorite classic movie? Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Music

Favorite band or music artist? Shania Twain

Favorite music genre? Pop-country

Favorite ‘80s song? Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper

Favorite song? Man! I Feel Like a Woman by Shania Twain

Travel and Recreation

Favorite state you’ve visited? Connecticut

Favorite country you want to visit? France

Favorite vacation location? Coastal town, Universal Studios

Favorite way to travel? Driving

Favorite place to go with family? The beach

Favorite vacation you’ve taken? Universal Studios for the twins’s 11th birthday

Favorite fictional place you’d want to visit? Hogwarts

Nature and Animals

Favorite breed of dog? Yellow lab retriever

Favorite season? Summer

Favorite flower? Peony

Favorite animal at the zoo? Giraffes

Favorite thing about a rainy day? How green everything looks (in the spring)

Favorite thing about spring? The flowers

Favorite thing about summer? Kids are out of school

Favorite thing about fall? Leaves changing, pumpkin spice lattes

Favorite thing about winter? Ice skating, hot chocolate, Christmas

Favorite animal? Starfish

Sports

Favorite sport? Soccer (because of the twins)

Favorite extreme sport you’re too scared to do? Cliff diving

Favorite Olympic sport? Ice skating

Favorite winter sport? Ice skating

Favorite sport as a hobby? Swimming

Favorite sports team? New York Giants

Childhood

Favorite nursery rhyme? Hush Little Baby

Favorite childhood memory? Sleepovers with friends, going to Camp Morningstar

Favorite board game? Life

Favorite toy as a child? Sky Dancers

Favorite thing about school? Being with her friends & Johnny

Favorite age? Seventeen

Favorite Christmas present? Spice Girl dolls

Favorite Dr. Seuss book? Green Eggs & Ham

Favorite Halloween costume you’ve worn? Princess Aurora

Favorite superhero? Wonder Woman

Favorite fairy tale? Rapunzel

Favorite game to play outside? Red Rover

Fashion and Beauty

Favorite place to shop? Target

Favorite perfume/cologne? Bare Vanilla from Victoria’s Secret

Favorite hair color? Blonde

Favorite makeup you can’t live without? Toner

Favorite shoes? Heels

Favorite occasion to dress up for? Weddings

Favorite hairstyle? ( x )

Favorite outfit you have? For work ( x ) / For home ( x )

Favorite soap scent? Strawberry & Vanilla Taffy by Native

Favorite article of clothing? Comfy sweaters

Favorite piece of jewelry? Her engagement ring, a necklace the twins gave her

Favorite thing to wear to bed? One of Johnny’s shirts and shorts

Other

Favorite book? A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Favorite video game? The Sims (when she was young)

Favorite holiday? Christmas

Favorite decade? 00s

Favorite candle scent? Sugar cookie

Favorite hobby? Baking, dancing

Favorite way to relax? Watching a movie with the family, girls nights, baking, yoga

Favorite place to meet up with friends? Her house, Patty’s

Favorite color? Powder blue

[hannhsboothang]

⠀[𝟣]⠀⠀❤︎ '⠀⠀red⠀velvet⠀⠀:⠀⠀'the⠀reve⠀festival'⠀finale⠀-⠀ep ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝　2019　　⎯⎯　　album⠀link　　　　༜𑜞𑇓࿐

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⠀𝒯rack⠀⠀【⠀⠀ー⠀⠀003⠀⠀】⠀⠀⠀⠀𝜗𝜚⠀⠀⠀⠀𝄗⠀⠀⠀⠀ℛemeber⠀ℱorever ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀◟⠀rating⠀⠀:⠀⠀⠀“⠀⠀8⠀/⠀10 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀。okay these r my own personal battles that i do not need to explain with ANYONE!!! i usually hate slower songs like this but honestly, this is quite beautiful. maybe its the fact that this ep was released on dec 23, but is anyone else getting christmas vibes??? i dont think i would actively try to listen to this song, but i would play it in the background. its very beautiful and i do enjoy it, but not my fav from the ep. again, my own personal battle with slower paced songs, i do not want to hear it. but that bridge to the ending is magnificent i think i started floating and crying.

⠀𝒯rack⠀⠀【⠀⠀ー⠀⠀004⠀⠀】⠀⠀⠀⠀𝜗𝜚⠀⠀⠀⠀𝄗⠀⠀⠀⠀ℒa⠀ℛouge ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀◟⠀rating⠀⠀:⠀⠀⠀“⠀⠀10⠀/⠀10 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀。okay miss jazz. LOL but the beginning caught me so off guard??? i was expecting that esp after the last song. now girl this is what i like. its so interesting and this is what i love to see in a kpop ep/album; different sounding songs!!!!!!!! this is quite different from the others and its SO BEAUTIFULLLLL!!!! they all sound so gorgeous i dont know whos voice i prefer because oh my god im floating and crying and shaking and trembling cuz this is insane. my god the instrumental is so beautiful and yet again, that bridge is AMAZINGG. dare i say red velvet is reaching for queens of bridges title, and thats shocking coming from me.

⠀⠀“overall⠀⠀⠀✿⠀⠀⠀thoughts⠀⠀⠀⠀◟⠀⠀⠀레드벨벳: ⠀⠀⠀[ ... ] ⠀⠀.⠀red velvet literally never fails to amaze me with their beautiful vocals and instrumentals. listening to any red velvet ep/album is like floating into heaven and talking to god himself. i wholeheartedly believe red velvet deserves SO much more love and SO much more fame because their songs r the actual definition of eargasam. i WISH this was a full album or even an ep with more than 4 songs but goodness it was great! ty lloyd for telling me to do this one!! love u dude ♡ ♡

[theabyrae]

Animal Crossing amiibo cards for trade

New Year, new attempt at completing my collection.

I have a lot of doubles left (and even some triples and quadruples) that I am willing to trade for the cards I am missing. I'm looking for the North American cards. I am and Canada and will ship anywhere in Canada or the U.S. (cards will all come in plastic protectors). Please message me if you are interested.

Cards that I have for trade:

Series 1: [002] Tom Nook, [004] Sable, [014] Luna, [024] Kyle, [033] Bill, [036] Alli, [039] Jitters, [044] Shari, [045] Octavian, [061] Tutu, [079] Truffles, [100] Walker.

Series 2: [120] Ozzie, [140] Avery, [152] Wendy, [163] Ed, [168] Nan, [183] Camofrog, [190] Vesta.

Series 3: [205] Phyllis, [206] Pete, [210] Cyrus, [213] Digby, [230] Velma, [231] Elvis, [247] Wart Jr., [249] Beardo, [268] Buck, [277] Monty, [278] Dora, [284] Chadder, [298] Derwin.

Series 4: [303] Katrina, [310] Timmy, [312] Shrunk, [313] Pavé, [315] Redd, [316] Zipper, [320] Mott, [321] Mallary, [329] Broffina, [331] Pashmina, [334] Erik, [336] Pierce, [337] Queenie x2, [343] Anabelle, [345] Naomi, [347] Tammy, [348] Olaf, [349] Lucy, [352] Rory, [354] Walt, [368] Chow, [369] Sylvia, [370] Jacques, [371] Sally, [372] Doc, [376] Rizzo, [378] Barold, [379] Nibbles, [382] Lobo, [384] Margie, [387] Rowan x2, [391] Gayle, [393] Frobert, [396] Simon.

Series 5: [409] Sable, [425] Sherb x3, [428] Audie, [431] Raymond x2, [432] Reneigh, [433] Sasha, [434] Ione, [435] Tiansheng, [437] Marlo x2, [438] Petri x3, [439] Cephalobot, [440] Quinn, [442] Zoe, [443] Ace x5, [444] Rio, [445] Frett x2, [446] Azalea, [447] Roswell x3, [448] Faith x2.

Welcome amiibo series: [11] Boris, [17] Ursula, [18] Jacob, [20] Billy, [21] Boyd x2, [22] Bitty, [27] Claude, [33] Ellie.

Cards that I am looking for:

Series 4: [301] Isabelle, [318] Stitches, [362] Static, [400] Robin.

Series 5: [401] Tom Nook, [402] Timmy & Tommy, [403] Isabelle, [405] Wilbur, [408] Mabel, [411] K.K., [412] C.J., [414] Daisy Mae, [417] Harvey, [418] Gulliver, [420] Lottie, [421] Niko, [422] Wardell, [423] Tom Nook.

Welcome amiibo series: [04] Piper, [14] Ketchup, [23] Maggie, [37] Leopold, [45] Olive.

Trading 1:1 for Specials, 1:1 for Normals, or 2 Normals for 1 Special. I am willing to trade cross series for the cards I am missing (with the exception of the Welcome amiibo series, which I will only trade for other WA cards due to their rarity).

[delta-kayproductions]

Sketch Blog #002: A Re-Upload from the shitstorm that was R-Black Friday 2020. (I...Really don't want to talk about the whole event. Despite the good outweighing the bad.) Basically, a Planet Sized 100% Super Wendy Crocenda blasting Delta, Mika and Aeonia-Earth to Hell. Delta and Mika's expressions say it better than I ever could. XD

[wndybyrd]

NEVER TASK 002 :     n i g h t m a r e  !

wendy only dreams of neverland. whenever she can finally force herself into a deep enough slumber, the island plagues her with memories ( at least, she thinks they’re memories ) of everything she foolishly ran away from. memories of elated joy, memories of epic adventure, memories of an incomparable life she’ll never be able to recreate in the mundane of london. the dreams are so real — like she’s experiencing them all over again in that moment, projecting herself back into those precious moments — that, each morning as her eyes reopen to the breaking down, she’s left even further exhausted.

when she isn’t dreaming, wendy is tormented by nightmares. there is no in-between, no medium, no escape. she’s haunted by happy memories she can only relive in restless sleep, or chased by nightmares of twisted messages impossible for her to interpret. the girl’s tired, hollow eyes are evidence enough of how strongly she fights sleep until it finally consumes her. she yearns for rest, even if it’s eternal. 

wendy was drowning. her lungs were so full of the murky water they felt like rocks in her chest, weighing her down as she sunk further into the depths. it had grown so dark, she no longer knew which way was up or which direction to swim towards. this time, however, no one was dragging her under. no hands clawed at her legs or pulled her further down down down. like a stone that had been skipped upon the shimmering surface, she merely sunk. the girl screamed with the last bit of air in her waterlogged lungs, a soundless scream, muted by a choir of bubbles that fell from quivering lips.

but they weren’t bubbles, were they ? they were stars, & she was falling down down down through the clouds, closing in on the ground at rapid speed. now, her scream was ringing through the air, echoing across the island like a bird’s twittering song. this was her song. her wendy-bird song; it was the one she’d sung when the lost boys had shot her out of the sky, when the merfolk had tried to claim her soul, when peter had . . .

wendy was in peter’s arms, suddenly, her pounding heart racing against his. he would never let her fall or drown or die because then there would be no more ‘peter & wendy’. even when his toes touched the ground, he did not let her go. he would never let her run or hide or home because then there would be no more story, & peter loved stories as much as he loved himself. even if, in this story, he had no face for he was but a shadow of that oh-so familiar silhouette. the shape of a villain parading under the mask of a hero, a mask she had adoringly helped him craft. a mask he wore so well it was like second-skin.

then, ripping through the night, she heard her name crowed out. the girl’s head spun & glassy eyes widened as john & michael came into view. she was standing now, somehow, & dashed towards them as the tattered ends of her nightgown tangled at her ankles, teasing to trip her. wendy’s hands were outstretched, believing that, if she could just reach them, enveloping them inside her, the armor of her love would shield the boys from — —          two figures stepped out from behind each brother: shadows mirroring the same wicked smile. in a swift motion, they gave john & michael smiles of their own . . . carved across their necks, their essence leaking out into the earth as they crumpled to the floor. wendy leapt for her brothers, but the ground opened up & swallowed their bodies whole before her fingers could even scrape their skin. instead, she fell against the grass with a resounding ‘thud’, though, the ache in her bones could not compete with the searing pain that stabbed at her heart. 

she wept. she wept & her tears melted into land like their blood had. she wept & shook & cried out. his arms wrapped around her, but they weren’t warm or comforting like she remembered them to be. his arms were the steel bars of a cage. “ stay. ” he whispered, & she knew it wasn’t a request or a wish. the word was a promise. a command. an absolute. yet, despite everything, she knew she would . . . because if she left she would never come back. if she left, there would be no more ‘peter & wendy’, there would be no more stories, there would only be the end. 

[pizzatheif]

anyway. hugo being fifteen and twenty-three years older than his half sibs.

[dxisy-hxxkum]

Where: Slinkhard Residence When: Christmas Evening Who: Daisy & @wendyslinkhcrd​

It had been some time since Daisy had seen Wendy. The last time was at St. Mungo’s, Wendy wasn’t awake at the time but her mother had filled her in on what happened. Or at least what they thought happened. Daisy left a floral arrangement for her friend but with the holiday season approaching she was much too busy to see the Slinkhard’s again since. Not a day had passed that she hadn’t thought about them, though. It had been a tradition since they were children for their families to visit each other Christmas night with a small gift, the adults would drink and gossip while Daisy and Wendy would show off gifts to each other and play. She wasn’t sure if she was going to show up, after the events of the previous night, but she was seeking normalcy and found herself on the familiar doorstep of the Slinkhard family.

Her fist raised to knock on the door, Daisy glanced around anxiously as she waited for an answer. She instantly relaxed when Wendy opened the door, a grin spreading across her lips. “Hey!” She greeted, extending her arms for a hug. “Happy Christmas. I brought some wine for your parents.” As she pulled away, a sympathetic look covered her face, “I’m sorry I didn’t visit sooner. I hope I’m not intruding. I just wanted a normal Christmas, as normal as it can be, given the circumstances.”

[materialwoman]

❝      well   ,      that   was   ...       ❞       a   good   example   of   wasted   time,      she   thinks   of   mentioning,   but   𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒   𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌   𝗎𝗉.      it   simply   wasn’t   worth   it,      and   should   anyone   but   wendy   listen   to   her   remark,   it   surely   wouldn’t   be   that   good   a   stain   on   her   reputation.       ❝       ...      𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲   𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠   .         is   it   just   me   or   these   reunions   𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉   𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀   𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋  every   time   ?       ❞       a   whispered   complaint,      but   well   humoured   as   it   can   be,      as   tammy   approaches   the   other   woman   in   their   way   out   of   the   auditorium   with   the   other   teachers.       ❝       i   think   i’m   gonna   𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻   𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀   𝗍𝗈   𝖾𝖺𝗍  ...      this   really   got   me   starving   !       d’you   want   to   come   ?      i   mean   ,      𝗶𝗳   𝘆𝗼𝘂   𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲   𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲   𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲  .       ❞           🎀     ,     *     @malerituals​

[kingofnxwyxrk]

CLOSED STARTER FOR: kat plumber & wendy darling @defyingrcvity​

“ ooh, wendy !!! ” KAT called out to the girl, her voice being a mix of surprise and excitement. she eagerly approached the girl with a solo cup in hand. it was clear it was the part of the night where she was easily excitable. “ hello ! i didn’t expect to see you here !? ” she said with a wide grin. in truth, the journalist shouldn’t have been shocked at all ; it was almost like everyone she ever met in london was at this party. “ have you been here long? i’ve been hustling some people with some drinking games, but i could always use a new partner in crime. ”