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milfweirdal · 2 years ago

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Random Question: When did you first learn about Al and at what point did you fall down into the land of Weird Al hyperfixation?

hi mirrors! (I hope it's ok me calling you that lmk if there's something else you'd like me to call you instead!)

Ok so I first learned about al when I was a kid, about 8ish. I assume this age because I think it was around the time that Poodle Hat came out. My dad introduced me to his music. I don't think he was like, a fan? More of a casual enjoyer. When he showed me and my lil bro the songs eBay and Eat It and Fat and Like A Surgeon and Amish Paradise we were both entranced. My brother was more into him than I was then and when Straight Outta Lynwood came out he introduced me to Virus Alert and I'll Sue Ya and Don't Download This Song and also Hardware Store and I loved them all. I loved the way he made the songs funny and silly and wasn't afraid to be weird. I never really dug deeper into his music than that and for a long while I mostly forgot about him apart from occasionally jamming to those songs and enjoying it when my brother played his music and irritating the people around me by singing his lyrics over the original songs whenever I heard them.

Fast forward to right at the end of December last year. 2022 was a very Year for me and I was looking forward to it being over and moving into 2023 and was like. 2022 has gotta have one final curveball for me. Let's see what it ends up being. Then one of my mutuals on main reblogged the Germs weird al gnc af gifset. And I was shook to my core. The fact that he'd done a nine inch nails pastiche? One of my favourite bands, that I discovered after my weird al days? How had it never really occurred to me that he had an entire discography that I could now explore as an adult with a richer understanding and appreciation of wordplay, humour, composition and music in general? And how had I taken this long to realise how gender he was? How much of a formative influence on me was he without me realising at all? Is he the reason I love Hawaiian shirts, I even wondered?? A couple of days later the hyperfixation hit like a ton of bricks. Like it hit so hard that I didn't sleep at all that night. I was just listening to his songs and scrolling through @yankovic-lovers until like 10am. I think I made this sideblog around the middle of January when I knew that being normal about him was likely no longer going to be an option. Then a few days after that I happened to Google "weird al tour dates" because I love seeing live music and was curious as to whether he ever played live in the UK or not and whaddaya know? He was shortly going to be playing a show of the return of the vanity tour at the same venue I saw nine inch nails at last summer. Spooky. So of course I bought a ticket. And no word of a lie, that was one of the best shows I've ever been to, even with just the seated set. Seeing a full scale tour is now bucket list territory for me.

It's been just about seven months of Yankofreakin' It and shows no sign of slowing. I'm really taking my time with exploring his entire career outside of music and outside of his main studio albums cos I don't want it to end honestly :'). I really think he's going to be one of those artists who's going to become a solid favourite, who's going with me in some way for life even when this hyperfixation isn't so intense anymore. Feels weird to say but it feels like I was always meant to find my way back to being a fan of him, like it was inevitable, and I'm so happy that it finally happened. He's really helped me understand myself and appreciate myself more (queer autistic self-recognition through the sillygoofy Other is a powerful thing, it turns out), helped me cope with what has turned out to be another difficult year, and I absolutely adore the fan community on here - you're all utterly delightful and I'm really glad to have 'met'/shitposted with you all.

I don't think that mutual who reblogged that gifset actually knows it was their fault (lighthearted) like we've never talked so I've never had the opportunity to be like. YOU!! (insert photo of person grabbing cat who knocked over plantpot here)

TL;DR: liked him as a kid, mostly forgot about him after that and then at New Year's one of my mutuals reblogged a gifset of him sliding down a mic stand in a Trent Reznor costume and now I spend my days calling him a milf on Tumblr dot com.

Thank you for asking!!! This is a sideblog so consider this reply to be me also sending you an ask with precisely the same questions!!

#asks #op

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diamondsandlemons · 1 year ago

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now, I've saved the actual ending/epilogue for last...

obligatory: LETS GO LESBIANS!!!!!!!!

if only this were true... unfortunately lots of people still call phones, and all of them are named Telemarketing Scam

1) yeah, I was commenting on that at the end of the last issue; if I didn't already know what Susan was really upset about here I might say she's projecting. Susan just doesn't seem like herself when she's tied up in professional attire. I feel like she's holding in too much and eventually she'll spontaneously combust 2) another tick up on the bisexual Susan scale... ok, got it, moving on: I really like how Esther's hair and sweater are colored the same shade of black but outlined in different colors so you can tell them apart, that's a really neat effect.

these two... I do like Saffy obv but I still think about the unrealized potential of the literal only-one-bed chapter... it would've been nice is all I'm saying- oh, huh, that's unusual.

Giant Days really boomeranged us with it's inclusion of supernatural elements. Some notable bits of it at the very beginning (pre-first issue) and very end (post-last issue) but little to none between. This perhaps had a finer point for me than most on account of how I just read the original chapters right before this last one. I don't dislike it, it's just a little weird in juxtaposition with the rest of the series. it makes me think "oh, is this like a dream, or a metaphor for something? no, it's actually happening? (goes on unaddressed for several pages) yeah ok it's actually happening then, got it, I'm on board."

The ending is weirdly inconclusive, though I must assume Esther will go on to quit her job since they apparently forbade her from dressing goth so it'd basically be character assassination if she didn't.

Maybe keeping things open is an indicator of potential future sequel featuring these characters...? Somehow I doubt it, but I'll be there if it ever does happen.

Now as for me, I'm faced with a choice. I could either move on from GD entirely and let this hyperfixation die of starvation only for a new one to take its place at some point, or I could pull on some strings I've come across relating to John Allison's other works which may be slightly interrelated with this one that I've come to love. Which do you think I would choose? Let me answer that question with a question: did you know there was an unlicensed Batman crossover that ran on Allison's website a couple years ago which is now no longer available there? I know that, now. And it's pretty funny.

GIANT DAYS BONUS MATERIAL

because I guess even non-franchise comics have to have some unnumbered issues that are nonetheless still canon and will be referenced later (there was definitely some stuff in there where I was like "wait, did I already know about that, or...?") so this is that stuff ok here we go

" Bart? / hey why is Esther blue in this one " (2018)

...I'd question the canonicity of this time travel stuff but I know the fishman was real so I'm not entirely clear on where the line is

#giant days #no promises on if I'll blog at all about that other stuff. I'm genuinely uncertain

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youtuberswithalex · 4 years ago

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"i understand wanting to have a good plot. but also. you can’t have any kind of plot if it’s too complicated to make at all."

This!!!! So much this thank you so much for saying it! I only just got into Sanders sides last january and it became one of my biggest hyperfixation, but whenever people like me- and excuse me for assuming but also like you- who hyperfixate on something that we get inconsistent content for we're left to focus on the fandom. Which is great but theres only so long you can go without fuel for the fire before you completely lose interest in it whatsoever. I love Thomas, I love the team, I love what they're creating. But they are awful at communicating about something that thousands if not millions of people drop everything for just to see a pic of their favorite character in a skirt. I get that they want to make it as good as it can be and milk it a bit because it did become so big, but if you have to rewatch parts if not all of the series everytime an episode comes out just to remember what the plot is so the new one makes sense? Than that's a sign to step back and reevaluate what the series needs rather than what they're trying to make it be. At its core it is small, made by a small team in a small room- but theyre making it as if they shooting a box office production. If they cant even pay animators properly nor apologize for it afterwards then they really have their eyes on the wrong thing.

Sorry for the long rant I just- it was about the creators and message in the beginning it seems and it should be that way now, but it seems like its moved onto something bigger than they can chew and now they're stuck

YUP YUP YUP YUP YUP!!!!!!! Sanders Sides is my main special interest (I’m autistic), and it has been ever since January 2017. The first episode I can remember watching when it came out was Am I Original. and holy. GOD. there’s such a huge difference in how everything is handled now vs then.

we used to get a new episode every other week, and they were short, but they were SOMETHING. they weren’t emotionally draining. it was just a fun little series with the added bonus of learning about mental health stuff. the day that Anxiety vs Logic came out, I had a recital for college, and I watched it in the library like, two hours before my recital, and it did so much for me. that SINGLE recital was the only one where i didn’t have a panic attack before, during, or after. I used to run away at the last second every time, so that’s like. a BIG deal.

and then it just... slowly started getting further and further apart between episodes. and they got longer and longer. at first, it was like “Awesome!! less content, but higher quality? I’ll take it!” and then it became like. an Event.

It almost feels like getting a new episode now is like a new marvel movie coming out (at least how it was when I watched them), instead of a fun, informative webshow.

and you have absolutely nailed it about having to rewatch each episode to fully understand what’s going on!!! there’s SO many plots, and subplots, and new plots being introduced with each vanilla AND asides episode!!

if they could get a full studio to produce it for them, it would help so, so much. but they DON’T. they need to remember their limits.

I keep going back to red vs blue, but when they started off with 5 dudes in a spare bedroom, they didn’t do anything wild. they were doing machinima in halo. they didn’t add any type of additional animation until season 7, when they’d already begun to establish a company and could afford to hire someone who could do it. and by then, they had a full office, at least a couple dozen employees, another branch coming off of the main company (iirc). thomas and crew don’t have that yet. They’ve been pushing their limits, and that’s FINE, but there comes a time when you can’t push any further. like flying a plane too high in GTA5, it’s going to explode.

i don’t WANT sanders sides to fail. i want it to go on as long as it can, with as good a plot as possible. but they’re just. forgetting how small a team they are. and they need to remember that.

#also you're fine for ranting #you are totally a hundred percent right #ts criticism #Anonymous

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kayte-overmoon · 4 years ago

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"Slow Cherry" Chapter 4

(cross-posted on AO3)

Tags: Mild Depressive Episode, Drinking (everyone is of age; no alcohol abuse), drunk texting, accidental face reveal

Snippet: A soft laugh drifted over the line. “Are you still drunk, Dream?”

He hummed. “Maybe a little.”

“You’re a mess, Dream.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks for putting up with me.”

“Anytime, love.”

Read Chapter 1 Here

Read Chapter 2 Here

Read Chapter 3 Here

No sexual content in this chapter.

Dream spent the next few weeks losing himself in his schoolwork.

Every time he closed his eyes, he thought of George, heard his voice, saw his smile. It was wreaking havoc on his attention span. His feelings toward the older man were confusing to say the least. It was easier to hyperfixate on school than to try and sort out why he felt this way about a man he’d never even met face-to-face.

Knowing they were only a few short weeks away from living not only in the same country, but the same city made it very, very hard to think about anything else.

Luckily, he had a hardcore coding assignment coming up, so he locked himself in his bedroom with the lights off and drowned himself in Python.

Sapnap noticed something was off and made sure to text Dream whenever he got food (conveniently always with a little more than one person could eat alone). On the rare occasions Dream emerged from his cave, Sapnap looked at him with concern written in every corner of his face, but he didn’t ask what was wrong. He just pushed a bottle of water or a granola bar across the counter to him and told him he looked like shit.

Dream was sure he was right. It was winter, so he hadn’t properly been in the sun in months—for a Florida boy, that was too long. He’d skipped a few showers, and the only time he’d eaten was when Sapnap made sure he did. He shuffled into the bathroom to scrutinize himself under the fluorescents. He squinted in the bright light, so used to the darkness of his room. His hair was a mess, several days overdue for a wash and unbrushed for longer than Dream could remember. He also needed to shave, not liking the scratchy growth around his jaw. There were dark circles around his blood-shot eyes and his skin was paler than it had been in years. He scoffed at himself before stripping and jumping in the shower.

The hot water burned his skin, but it was a religious experience. He hadn’t realized how far he’d pushed himself and how deep he’d let himself fall until it was over. His last final was the next morning, so he was almost done. Thank God.

As it usually did when he had a free moment, his mind strayed to George.

They had still been snapping back and forth, which soothed some of the ache. But it felt like he was looking down the barrel of addiction: he knew that taking one more hit, one more drink, would land him far beyond his limit, pushing him past the fabled Point of No Return. He considered ghosting George, but just thinking about that made his stomach turn. Sex workers got enough shit as it was without their clients pushing boundaries, trying to make something real out of their arrangements, or dropping them outright without warning.

Dream was so fucking pathetic.

He emerged from his shower scrubbed raw, physically and emotionally. He didn’t feel great in his head still, but at least he didn’t stink. He brushed his teeth to cover all his hygienic basics, put on a clean pair of pajamas, and went to bed.

And just like that his semester was over. He did well on his final—not as well as he’d hoped, considering how much time he’d spent studying, but well enough to stay on track to graduation.

He emerged from his final to find a snap from George waiting for him on his phone.

The older man was sitting on his bed, throwing a peace sign to the camera with a huge, cheesy grin. There were boxes stacked around the bed, the only thing left in the room being his bed.

Good luck on your final! Getting ready to put my stuff in the shipping container. Only a few more days.

Despite himself, Dream smiled at the message.

Dream and Sapnap celebrated the end of the semester that night in the only way college kids knew how: by buying as much beer as they could afford and inviting over as many people as they could fit into their apartment. Someone connected their phone to the sound system in the living room, blasting hip hop music over the subwoofer. Dream knew they were going to get a noise complaint from their neighbors, but he was too excited—and drunk—to care.

He got a few drinks in him and danced when he was pulled from the couch. Faces blurred before him, but he knew almost everybody there, so he didn’t mind whenever someone pressed up against him. Someone else pressed another beer into his hands. He was sweating, the heat in the apartment still fighting the December cold even with a few dozen people packed into the cramped space. His jacket came off at some point, so he was only in his beer-stained t-shirt and jeans.

He could happily say he had nothing on his mind. He was just happy, done with school for the next month and surrounded by his favorite people in the world.

But not his favorite person in the world.

No, that person wasn’t here.

He stumbled to the bathroom at one point to piss, wobbling a little and struggling to aim. He washed his hands and stared at himself in the mirror. He looked much different than he had the previous night: he was flushed from the alcohol and dancing, for one, but he also felt lighter. Maybe it was the beer talking, but he felt good. He always liked life better when he wasn’t in school. And that message from George made him so, so happy.

Only a few more days.

George.

Just thinking about him made Dream smile.

He pulled out his phone just to look at the photo, which he’d screenshotted. They’d agreed they could save anything they sent each other except for nudes, which they had to get permission to keep. But innocent little messages like that one were free game. Dream was thankful for that, since it let him get a fix whenever he needed it. He found himself pulling out his phone to look at pictures of his camboy whenever he had a free moment to twiddle his thumbs.

He wrote a message to George, not really paying attention to what he said. Mainly he just wanted George to think of him while Dream was thinking of George. He sent the message and pocketed his phone. The music became unmuffled as he opened the bathroom door and someone immediately grabbed him and pulled him back into the fray.

Dream had… many regrets come morning.

Before he even opened his eyes, he knew how much of a doozy this hangover was. His head was pounding with the beat of his heart, his mouth felt packed with sand, and his stomach was turning. He felt like he needed to puke, but he was too numb to get up. Besides, he had a feeling he’d only end up dry heaving.

He scrubbed a hand over his eyes, debating going back to sleep. Something on the bed shifted next to him (much bigger than Patches), alerting him to the fact that he wasn’t alone.

After some coaxing, he squinted his eyes open and blinked against the scarce light peeking around the curtains—it wasn’t much light, but it was enough to make him want to die. He turned to see someone’s back facing him in the bed, a dude. Dream sent up a silent prayer of thanks that both the dude and Dream himself were fully clothed. He levered himself onto an elbow to see who was next to him. It was Skeppy, of all people, and he wasn't alone. Puffy was there too, curled up against Skeppy’s chest at the edge of the bed. Dream had no clue how neither of them had fallen off yet, so tightly wound together on the ledge. But they were there, snoozing happily.

Someone was snoring, but it wasn’t either of them. Dream sat up further and poked his head around to find Bad sprawled on the floor beside the bed. It seemed he’d wanted to get in with Skeppy and Puffy, but there hadn’t been enough room with Dream there as well. Skeppy’s hand was dangling off the side of the bed where Bad was; they must have fallen asleep holding hands. Despite his head and his stomach trying to remove themselves from his body, Dream smiled. They were all so sweet together.

He extracted himself from the bed slowly, not wanting to disturb them, and grabbed his phone charger from the power strip at his desk. He slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself carefully. His phone was dead in his pocket, so he plugged it in at the bathroom counter as he set about cleaning himself up. He contemplated trying to throw up but decided against it. It might only make him even more sick. He washed his face and brushed his teeth. He definitely needed a shower and a change of clothes, but he didn’t have the energy for it yet.

A soft ding told him his phone was back on. He dried off his hands and picked it up. He had a couple of missed notifications. Karl left one saying he was taking Sapnap back to his place because someone had already taken Sapnap’s room. There was one from his next-door neighbor asking him to turn the music down or they would call the cops. Dream assumed that was a bluff, considering he didn’t remember the cops showing up at any point.

The last notification caught his eye.

It was a Snapchat message from George, received around 3 a.m.

Dream, call me when you get this. I don’t think you meant to send that. I need to talk to you.

Dream’s heart sunk.

What had he sent George? Had he drunk texted him? What had he said?

Oh God, he hadn't told him anything... incriminating, right? Had he said anything about wanting to be more than a sugar daddy, a friend with benefits, a casual observer?

There wasn’t anything saved in their chats above George’s most recent messages. The last message before that was Dream’s response to George’s “good luck with finals” message.

Wait. No it wasn’t.

The time stamp was wrong.

Dream had sent George a picture around 2:30 last night, when he was several drinks deep. He remembered going to the bathroom and texting George, but he couldn’t remember what he’d said no matter how hard he’d tried. He thought it had been a typed message in chat, not a picture.

Maybe he’d sent a dick pic? He hoped not. He had been too drunk to get it up at that point. If that’s what it was, it had to be horribly unflattering. And if not a dick pic, what had he taken a picture of?

His blood ran cold.

He was hitting the “call” button before he could overthink it.

George answered a few rings later. “Dream?”

“What did I send?” His voice was rough. He was trying to keep quiet so he didn’t bother his guests, and his mouth was dry even after brushing his teeth. He sounded like shit.

George sounded uncomfortable when he spoke. “Dream, I’m sorry. I don’t think you meant to—“

“What did I send, George?”

He knew the answer in the silence before George spoke. His stomach dropped when he said it anyway. “You—you sent me a picture of your face.”

Dream hung his head. Perfect. Of course. He’d had grand plans to pick George up from the airport and reveal his face then, or he’d at least make it sexy over their video calls or something. He wanted to make it a spectacle. Instead he’d drunk texted him a selfie.

“It wasn’t bad,” George tried to reassure him. “I couldn’t see it too clearly anyway. It was in the mirror, and you were very drunk. You were a little blurry.”

“What was I doing?”

“You were, like, leaning on the counter. You were smiling. You had a, uh…”

Dream frowned harder. “I had a what?”

“You had—have—a hickey on your neck.”

“What?” Dream stood up straight and pulled the collar of his shirt. Sure enough, there was a dark red mark on his neck, barely hidden by his shirt. “Huh. How the hell did that get there?”

George snorted. “Sounds like you had a fun night.” There was something bitter in his tone.

Dream scrambled for a response that wouldn't put him in the metaphorical dog house. “I don’t—I didn’t sleep with anyone. I would know. It just—my friends are super touchy. One of them probably did it while we were dancing.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, Dream,” George said softly. “I’m a big boy. I know I’m not the only person in your life.”

“I do have to explain myself, though.” Dream ran his hand through his hair. “I care what you think about me. I don’t want you to think I sleep around. I don’t. Not really. Not anymore, at least. And I wanted to surprise you when you saw my face. I wanted it to be a thing.”

“Dream, calm down.” There was something calming about the British man’s voice, especially when he used that tone, like he was soothing a spooked animal. Which, for all intents and purposes, Dream was. “It’s okay. I’m not upset. I was just worried about you. I know it’s a thing for you, people seeing your face.”

“Oh.” Dream’s heart was thundering in his chest. It was making his head throb harder, but he didn’t particularly care at that moment. “Thank you. That’s—you’re really considerate. And did you—I mean, did…”

“You’re very handsome, Dream.”

Dream was dumbfounded. That wasn’t what he was going to ask, but he’s glad George said it. He wasn’t really concerned about that particular aspect of this whole ordeal, but it was nice to know. “Oh. Thanks. That’s… you too. I mean, I think you’re—fuck.”

George’s laugh echoed across the line, settling Dream’s frazzled nerves. “I know, honey. You’ve told me before. But let's continue this conversation when you’re not so hungover, yeah?”

Dream hummed in agreement. “You can tell?”

“You were sloshed last night. I could tell just by looking at you. Partied hard, hmm?”

Dream snorted. “Just a little. I don't even want to see the state of my living room right now. And there’s, like, two-thirds of a thruple in my bed right now.”

“Oh?” Amusement and interest tinged the older man’s voice.

“No, not like that,” Dream laughed. “They passed out in there. Their third is on the floor. They’re good friends of mine. No clue when we all fell asleep though.”

“Sounds like you need to get started making coffee for everyone, then. Be a good host.”

“Probably. I thought about ordering pizza. I have no clue how many people stayed over though.”

“Celebrating the end of term, then?”

A yawn worked its way out of Dream. “Yeah,” he said. “We all finished up yesterday so we just bought a bunch of beer and invited folks over.”

“Sounds fun.”

“We’ll invite you next time,” Dream said, his tongue loose from his hangover. Oh well. “I think you’d like my friends. They’re all… absolutely insane. But they’re the coolest, nicest people you’ll ever meet.”

A soft laugh drifted over the line. “Are you still drunk, Dream?”

He hummed. “Maybe a little.”

“You’re a mess, Dream.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks for putting up with me.”

“Anytime, love.”

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not-your-housekeeper98 · 3 years ago

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I posted 3,121 times in 2021

29 posts created (1%)

3092 posts reblogged (99%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 106.6 posts.

I added 307 tags in 2021

#whump - 70 posts

#supernatural - 44 posts

#macgyver - 40 posts

#star trek - 31 posts

#tma - 26 posts

#the magnus archives - 26 posts

#embroidery - 20 posts

#prodigal son - 18 posts

#for my reference - 17 posts

#spn - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 94 characters

#bold of you to assume the fandom blog isn't the the record of complete psychological breakdown

My Top Posts in 2021

Finished my second fic for bad things happen bingo!!!

Prompt: “I’m Fine”

Fandom: Burn Notice

Episode AU s02e10 Do No Harm. Michael survived an explosion a couple of days earlier and is more seriously injured than he realized.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33607528

Enjoy!

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The one good thing that came out of the Super bowl last night; a whumpy commercial

bonus:

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New rule for TV shows:

Every show has to have one episode (at least) where one member of a duo/team is injected with a poison which will kill them in 24 hours. Cue worry in the partner or rest of the team and desperation as the time runs out.

The poisoned person has to collapse multiple times and be tenderly held up by their friends.

It's all ok in the end but the whump, angst and hurt/comfort will be 👌

Sound impossible???? Too good to be true? Like something out of fanfic? Think again. Starsky and Hutch did it so what's holding back everyone else?

Go ahead. We're waiting.

19 notes • Posted 2021-03-10 02:59:18 GMT

So at what point do we start calling it spn season 17?

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Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Thanks for the tag @misscrazyfangirl321!!!

Tagging the 9 most recent people in my notifications and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it

@casnwatson @trekkiehood @imnotgrimimjustagrumpyreaper @tacosthefirst @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese @blanket-fish @a-longer-love @nade2308 @crinkled-emotions

Favorite color: pink

Last song: Bad Moon Rising by CCR this song has been my mood all this year...I mean last year

Last movie: Nighthunter I watched it with my roommate who just finished a Henry Cavill hyperfixation. I think it’s a great movie, but look it up beforehand because there are a lot of potential triggers.

Reading: Nothing atm. I haven’t been able to focus well lately so I’ve been sticking to short fanfics

Currently watching a lot of things. The Night Shift, Star Trek Voyager, The Big Bang Theory, It’s Always Sunny...and Grimm! I highly recommend this show. You can find it on Amazon Prime and it is amazing!!! I’ve already seen a few seasons but I’m re-watching it with my roommate. I could go on all day but I shouldn’t so go check it out. You won’t regret it!

Sweet, Spicy or Savory: I don’t do spicy but I have a massive sweet tooth.

Craving: A banana flavored popsicle. It’s random I know

Tea or Coffee: At one point in my life I would have said tea, but I’ve been liking coffee more and more so I’m going to go with both.

This was fun, thank you!

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morceid · 5 years ago

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Your Music Is Too Loud For Your Car

SPENCER REID X DEREK MORGAN

Summary: Spencer overhears a strange music choice of Derek’s, and becomes infatuated with him.

Word Count: 1081

Category: Angsty fluff

Content warnings: I think there is a total of one swear word

A/N: felt like shit so i channeled it into this. enjoy!

It started in the parking garage.

A goddamn parking garage.

The team had just gotten back from a case, and everyone desperately wanted to go home. Instead of finishing the case out in the office Hotch told them to just go out to their cars. Spencer checked his phone and saw a message from Penelope wishing him a good night’s sleep. He smiled and looked up when he heard Derek’s car starting up a couple of feet away. Instantly, music started blaring throughout the car and into the echoes of the lot. Unexpectedly, the beats of music weren’t like the classic rock Spencer assumed Derek listened to. The beat was springy and happy, and it took mere seconds for Spencer to realize the car was playing showtunes. At full volume.

And at that, Spencer was hooked.

Showtunes weren’t something Spencer normally listened to. He liked listening to classical, something more used for dance recitals than belting out loud notes. His playlist was also sprinkled with indie rock songs Emily had recommended, along with a couple classics.

But the musical songs felt different. They were Derek’s. That’s what he loved about them. Every time they played in the car he felt like Derek was right there with him, indulging in the sounds coming from the car radio.

Good things don’t always last long, though.

Soon Spencer found himself not able to focus on cases. All he could do was drown out everything with sounds. Heathers, Putnam Spelling Bee, Waitress, you mention it, Spencer listened to it. It wasn’t long until the team realized his infatuation too.

They were on the jet, headed towards Utah.

“Hey, Spence, take out the headphones, we’re debriefing.” JJ nudged his shoulder.

It had been an unexpected case and by what snippets Spencer could take from the conversation it was bad. They would need him. He hoped his mind would take responsibility when need be. His silence concerned the team.

“You okay in there kid?” Rossi asked after they were given instruction for after they got off the plane.

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

“Well, the past two cases all you’ve done is keep those headphones on your ears, what are you listening to that's got you so focused?” JJ inquired.

“It’s nothing. Just music.”

He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep his latest hyperfixation concerning a certain someone at bay for much longer.

And he didn’t.

It took him until the next morning for him to notice he left his headphones on the jet. He wouldn’t be able to focus without them, and it scared the shit out of him. He was able to give a little bit to the team concerning the geo-profile, but that was it.

“Hey, Spencer, what’s wrong?” Derek was assigned to make sure Reid was doing okay. Spencer whispered a quiet ‘thanks a lot, Hotch’ to himself.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” Spencer was able to get out before Derek leaned more forward. His V-neck t-shirt was tight around his shoulders and Spencer studied his muscles like a textbook.

“Come on, we all know something’s up.” Derek’s voice was almost a whisper and it crawled into Spencer’s ear just like the music did in the parking garage.

“Everything's completely okay.” Spencer exhaled as he jumped from his seat and rushed into a supply closet.

How could he get himself caught up in this? Here he was, sitting in a supply closet because Derek-fucking-Morgan got too close to him. No, he actually wasn’t too close. Spencer knew that because all he wanted was to be pressed into the crook of Derek’s neck and held while he cried. He sat with his knees up to his chest and buried his face into his arms, wetting his sleeves with tears.

Soon, there was a knock on the door.

“Spencer, Hotch told me to let you know that he wants you back at the hotel for the rest of the case. He doesn’t want you to over work yourself.” Derek’s voice sounded sad as it vibrated through the door.

Spencer did just that. He drove himself back to the hotel, trying to pay attention to the road despite the cloudy vision from the tears falling down his cheeks. He got a couple glances when he walked out of the police station, from both the team and local officers. HE didn’t care enough though.

On the plane back, everyone was asleep the whole time,leaving Spencer to do what he really wanted. With his headphones back, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried to himself while listening to the belting of talented actors. It didn’t matter if the song was sad in nature, now it all reminded him that Derek didn’t want him.

After the jet landed, Hotch ordered to return home as soon as possible like that night in the parking garage. Spencer lingered a bit, feeling his body become heavy at the thought of going home alone. Derek noticed and lingered too.

“Kid, I’m taking you home.” He said with sincerity.

“What? You shouldn’t do that.” Spencer trembled.

“No, you need it. You didn’t sleep on the plane and you’ve had a rough couple of days. I don’t want you asleep at the wheel.” Derek wrapped his arm around Spencer’s shoulder and guided them both to his car.

The car ride to Spencer’s apartment was long and quiet. When they arrived the two sat in silence for a while.

“Reid, what’s your problem with me?” Derek spat.

“What? I don’t have a problem with you!” Spencer squealed.

“Really? So why can’t you look me in the eye right now? Why can’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“Fine. You really wanna know? Your music is too loud for your car, you smell like police station coffee, and I’m doing everything I possibly can to not think about you, but I just can’t!” Spencer buried his face in his hands with shame, “I think- I think I love you too much.”

“Kid, I- Spencer,” Derek awkwardly ran his hand through Spencer’s hair and down his cheek, pulling the brunet’s face up to look at him, “That’s okay.”

Derek pulled himself over the center console and stuck their lips together. Spencer tasted like fresh baked cupcakes and buttered toast. Derek tasted like cinnamon and soft morning light. The kiss was quick, but sweet for a first one of theirs together.

“My music’s too loud for my car? What does that even mean?” Derek chuckled.

“Shut up.”

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Free-for-all gush!! Spill!! All the pining-feels, all the things you wanna talk about! This is your excuse! :)

Aw, thanks for the permission :) I will indulge.

I’m not sure what, if anything, caused it, but I’ve just been feeling A Lot for the sweet, handsome android baby the last several days. All the fluttery butterflies and blushes and longing sighs combined with all the pining and frustration that he’s a character behind a screen and I will never hold his hand or look into his yellow eyes or be able to tell him how much he means to me and how comforting he’s been to me this past year since I got to know him.

This last year has been such a journey for me with him. It’s kind of a strange feeling, because I’ve known of him for much longer, but I’ve only just gotten to know him since last April. About eight or nine years ago, I saw one episode (Skin of Evil) that a friend had asked me to watch because she had written a couple fanfics based on it and wanted my feedback. Now, I’d grown up watching the Original Series, and I didn’t dislike it, but it had never quite stuck with me. It didn’t resonate with me, and so I’d just sort of assumed that Star Trek wasn’t my jam and had never watched any of the other series. I was willing to watch this one episode for a friend though, so I sat down and started it up.

I knew absolutely nothing about Next Gen. I think I knew that Patrick Stewart was the captain, because my family were big Shakespeare nerds and I had seen Patrick Stewart in a lot of Shakespeare-related things, but that was it. I knew nothing about any of the other crew members or anything else.

So, of course, I’m jumping into the middle of the show with no prior knowledge of who any of these characters are or what their positions on the ship are or their relationships to one another. But I remember what happened next quite clearly. I remember seeing the most super cute guy sitting behind one of the consoles, and I’m like, OK who’s that one? Give me more of that one. He’s a little strange looking, but oh my gosh he’s cute. And I spent the whole episode getting unduly excited every time he was on screen. And then there was that scene at the end where he’s asking Picard if he missed the point of the funeral, and I was like, my heart. Not only is he cute, but he’s precious too?

So the episode ended, and there was a little part of me that was now interested in seeing more, but I tucked it away for future reference. I was in college at that point and had no time to watch an entire show, so I sort of forgot about it for the next eight/nine years. But every once in a while, I’d run across a reference to it, or someone would mention something about it, or I’d see a meme on the Internet, or what have you, and a little part of my heart would flutter and I’d think, I should watch more of that someday. Whenever I was exposed to any reference to Next Gen, I mentally thought of it as “the one with Patrick Stewart and the cute android.”

And that’s what it was to me for years, until last April. My library was shut down and I was working part-time from home, and I was looking for something to binge watch. So I was trolling Netflix and saw that they had added several of the Star Trek shows and then, there it was. Next Gen. And my heart did the little flutter thing and my brain said “cute android” and I was like, OK I’m going for it.

Frankly, I didn’t expect to like it. I didn’t expect to even make it through all seven seasons. I was in it for some android eye candy and I figured when I got bored with said android eye candy I’d move on to something else.

That’s not what happened.

Instead, after a grand total of three episodes into the show, I knew I was in a lot deeper than I had anticipated. It was the scene where Data gets his fingers stuck in that chinese finger trap. And I knew. This boy was one of the most precious characters I’d ever been blessed to lay my eyes on and I would die for him. I could feel myself falling head over heels, so much faster and harder than I was in any way prepared for, but there was no going back.

And I guess the rest is history.

Two months later, I was working on my first full Data cosplay, writing Star Trek fanfiction (never saw that coming), and checking out every ST-related encyclopedia and manual that I could get my hands on at my library for said fanfiction. In short, I’m obsessed and hyperfixating like mad.

And as I’ve said in the past, Data is physically attractive and that’s a big part of what pulled me in to begin with, but what kept me was how absolutely beautiful his soul is, what a wonderful, multi-faceted, fascinating character he is. It’s what made me going from crushing lightly on the cute, strangely pale, young man behind the ops panel to falling in love with the sweet android with the huge heart who wants with all his soul to be human.

So anyway. It’s weird to think back about all those years when I knew of Data but I didn’t know him. And I had no idea I’d fall so hard for him. But I’m so glad I finally gave Star Trek: The Next Generation a chance, even though on the surface it wasn’t my cup of tea (earl grey, hot). And even though Data is the centerpiece of my love for this show, I do love the whole space family and the whole world and they all have special places in my life now. But Data has won a place in one of the inner chambers of my heart. I’m so in love with him. I’m so in love with his kind, sweet, gentle heart. I’m so in love with his lovely, strange, pale face and yellow eyes that always have so much feeling, even if he denies it. I’m in love with everything he is.

So yeah, I guess that fits the bill for pining and gushing :) Anyway, thanks for giving me an excuse to shamelessly indulge.

This boy. This boy of my heart. This precious, precious boy.

I love you, Data.

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