#also I would’ve posted this to take and be shorter length but I don’t wanna risk someone making a asshole comment

[no1ryomafan]

I know that every genre to ever exist is really just a ever growing evolution process, every single thing within a genre is influenced by each other somehow just each thing retools things to make it its own identity, so seeing overlap between things isn’t shocking but I gotta say: Mecha’s influencing each other will always fascinate me because the tiniest detail will be used in something that was ripped from another show. What do I mean by that? Well it’s only DAWNED ON ME that Roger’s watch in Big O is CLEARLY inspired off of Daisakus in Giant Robo!

This is such a obvious detail given Giant Robo is the mecha influence Big O takes-it wasn’t just “Batman but mecha”, it pulled a lot from this-and the robot itself feels inspired by Robo, but I hadn’t noticed the watch detail because of how it’s retooled in Big O.

In Giant Robo, the watch is used to command the robot, but in Big O, since Roger pilots the robot, he uses it just to call his robot, so it’s way more minor in that show but it’s still so clearly inspired off of Daisaku commanding Robo in battle.

It’s not only a homage but it’s making something new, for potentially maybe another mecha to pull from, and more to come after. This genre is so fucking COOL.

[doc-pickles]

don't wanna lose this with you

hello friends I told the group chat I would post this when... well anyways enjoy.

xoxo nina

The moment happens almost too quickly for him to believe it’s real. He’s typing up a chart, about to tell his interns to run labs when she floats across his peripheral vision. He’d recognize her anywhere, always had been able to, but he wasn’t expecting her here. Her hair was shorter, blonde highlighting the normally dark brown color. Her tanned skin popped against the dark grey scrubs she wore, eyes glued to the tablet in front of her. Before he can stop himself, Alex finds himself calling out to her, her eyes darting up in surprise as she moves away from the nurses station to look back at him.

That’s when he sees it, the all too obvious swell of her stomach stretching against her scrubs. She looks like a deer in headlights as their gazes meet, eyes wide and watering. He wants to walk over and fold her into his arms and ask a million questions and apologize profusely all at once, but she’s turning and running the other way before he has a chance.

Alex can barely concentrate the rest of the day, his mind stuck on the vision of Jo standing in the same hallway as him sporting a sizable baby bump. He has no idea why she’s in San Francisco, much less working in a children’s hospital of all places, but he’s grateful that she is and that he just so happened to see her. Lost in his thoughts he barely registers the door of his office opening and closing, the sound of the lock clicking into place startling him from his daze.

Jo is standing with her back pressed against the door, eyes trained on him as silence surrounds them. She’s changed out of her scrubs, her baby bump all the more noticeable with her t-shirt and cardigan combo. Her feet are shifting as if she’s uncomfortable, not with the situation but as if she’s in pain. Her features are schooled and neutral, but Alex doesn’t miss her fingers kneading her back or the slow shallow breaths she takes.

“Sit down, you’ve probably been on your feet all day,” Alex is expecting Jo to bite back with a stubborn remark but instead she silently complies, lowering herself into one of the chairs across from him with a relieved sigh. Her fingers stretch out across her stomach and he can’t help but watch in awe as she attempts to calm the baby beneath her skin.

There’s a silence between them as they sit across from each other. It’s the closest they’ve been in months but it still feels like an ocean’s length between them. Alex watches Jo for a moment before speaking up, “What’re you doing here? Why aren’t you in Seattle?”

“I switched specialties, to OB,” Jo shrugged, eyes focusing on her fingers that are still rubbing circles into her belly. “I had a chance to do an OB residency at UCSF so I took it. I just… I needed to get away from Seattle. I’m here because I was checking up on one of the babies I delivered. What are you doing here?”

The question almost makes Alex laugh, “Izzie’s husband was offered a job as chief of oncology. It made sense for them and the children’s hospital needed a chief so… Here I am.”

Before he even finishes his sentence Jo is chuckling, the sound coming out softly until it turns into full on laughter. Alex stares at her in confusion watching as her laughter turns into loud sobs, tears streaming down her face as she struggles to catch her breath, “You’re so stupid Alex! You’re freaking ridiculous!”

Alex watches helplessly as Jo’s sobs continue to sound out, knowing that she wouldn’t be pleased if he got up to console her. Instead he sits and waits for her to continue talking, knowing he owes her at least that much.

“You left me all alone in Seattle with an empty loft and divorce papers and a freaking baby and you don’t even have the decency to be with the woman you said you loved, the woman you told me you left me for,” Alex can’t tell if Jo is sobbing or laughing at this point, the sounds coming from her wrenching his heart. “You left me! I didn’t think I’d ever see you again because you left after you told me you never would. You told me you were in love with someone else but now you’re here and-“

Alex can’t help it that time as he rounds his desk and kneels in front of Jo, his arms coming up to pull her into his embrace. Her cries don’t stop as he holds her but he takes her arms wrapping around his neck as a sign that not all hope is lost.

-

“Alex? You never call, is everything okay?”

“Everything is fine, the kids are fine. I was just wondering if you could pick them up today.”

“Sure, I’m off today,” there’s a pause before Izzie speaks up again. “Are you sure everything is okay? With you I mean?”

Alex’s eyes float to Jo who’s curled up on his couch, one hand resting on her stomach as she sleeps, “No. Well I mean yes just… complicated. I’ll explain when I pick up Eli and Lex on Friday. Thanks again.”

“Take care of yourself Alex. See you Friday.”

Alex hangs up quickly, thankful for Izzie’s understanding. The uptight and inquisitive Izzie he had known so many years ago was gone, replaced by a laidback and easy going woman. He blamed their children for that, the set of twins so rambunctious and full throttle that he knows the old Izzie would’ve gone crazy trying to contain them. Now though she managed their hyper spurts and six year old craziness with a two year old on her hip and every hair still in place. How she does it Alex will never know.

His eyes trail to Jo, who had turned to her other side so he could see her face again. Even asleep she looks stressed and exhausted, like she hasn’t been able to sleep peacefully in months. Alex kneels next to the couch, letting his hand rest next to hers on her stomach. A firm kick echoes under his palm, the baby below it moving languidly in their mother’s womb as he cherishes the movement.

“I just got them to settle down,” Jo’s voice startles him, his eyes snapping back up to her face as the baby continues to move around. “They’ve been moving around like crazy the last couple days, probably running out of room.”

“Do you know the gender?”

Jo shakes her head, eyes closing again as her hand shifts to cover Alex’s. She hasn’t told him exactly when but he assumes she’s due soon. He’d left Seattle almost seven months ago now, meaning Jo must have gotten pregnant right before he left. His heart sinks at the realization that not only had he missed witnessing all of Jo’s pregnancy firsthand but he hadn’t been able to help or support her either.

“I don’t need you Alex, I can do this by myself,” Jo’s words snap Alex out of his daze, scanning her face and watching her intently as she avoids his gaze. “I’ve been doing this on my own for seven months and I don’t need you now.”

He knows she’s right, if anyone knows what a fighter Jo is it’s him. Alex knows full well that she doesn’t need his help or support with their child no matter how desperately he wants to be there for her. If she decides to walk away from him after everything he’d done she would and there would be no stopping her.

“I don’t need you… but I want you here,” the crack in her voice has Alex leaning up to wipe at the tears that streak her cheeks, her own fingers moving to curl around his. “Please don’t leave again. I don’t want to do this without you, I know I could but I don’t want to. Please Alex.”

He doesn’t waste any time in leaning down and bringing Jo into his embrace, holding her close to his chest as sobs wrack her body. The guilt that has been weighing so heavily on him finally crashes down as he holds her, his grip tightening as he reassures her, “I’m not leaving again, I promise. I’m so sorry Jo, I’m not going to leave you I swear.”

“That’s what you said last time Alex, I can’t handle it if you leave me again,” Jo pulls back from his embrace, meeting his eyes solemnly. “It’s not just me anymore, you can’t just walk away again. I want… I want so badly to trust you again and to raise our baby together but I’m also really scared. I’m putting a lot on the line trusting you.”

Alex pauses for a moment, eyeing Jo as he processes everything she’s unloaded onto him. When he finally speaks again, he’s more sure of his words than he has been of anything ever, “I’m not gonna promise you anything, I don’t deserve that privilege anymore. But I swear that everyday I’ll try my hardest to show you how much you mean to me. You and our baby… you’re everything and I’m not letting you go again. I know my words are hollow at this point but I’m going to show you that I mean them.”

He doesn’t think that the words will magically fix anything, that his promises to Jo will change her mind or make her completely trust him just like that. But saying them out loud, to not only her but himself, made the words seem more real. He wasn’t going to let her slip out his grasp again.

+

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

“I’m about to head into a board meeting,” Alex pauses outside of the conference room, phone pressed to his ear as he waits for Jo to continue talking. “Are you okay? What about the baby?”

“We’re both fine, stop freaking out,” Jo’s laugh across the line calms Alex’s racing heart momentarily, a small grin coming to his face. “I just finished a delivery, but my water broke right as I was catching the baby.”

“You’re not due for two weeks,” Alex exclaims as he begins heading for his office, his meeting long forgotten as he now had a different destination in mind. “How are you so calm about this?”

“Because I knew you’d be freaking out. We’re fine, really we are. I just got settled into my room,” Alex listens intently as Jo takes a pause, her breathing more shallow as he grabs his keys and wallet from his desk. “Okay that hurt. If this kid has a giant head I’m gonna be so pissed.”

Alex chuckles to himself, his mind reeling at the fact that in a few hours he and Jo would have their baby in their arms, “I’m leaving the hospital now, I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“Good, I don’t want my new coworkers to hate me because I yelled at them while trying to push a giant Karev baby out of my-,” Jo’s voice cuts off as she lets out a groan, the sound pulling at Alex’s heart as he speeds through the hallways in an attempt to get to her quicker. “Oh holy fuck. Seriously, that’s what that feels like? No wonder my patients are always screaming.”

“Well yeah, you’re about to push out almost eight pounds of-“

“That’s enough from you, I’ll see you when you get here. Room 282,” Jo pauses for a moment, Alex stopping his walk to his car as he listens intently. Even with things still tense between them, he could tell when she was nervous. “Just don’t take too long, okay?”

“I’ll be there as fast as I possibly can be, promise,” Alex quickly exchanges goodbyes with Jo before hanging up and continuing his path to his car.

As he climbs in his eyes move to the car seat strapped into his backseat. The sight wasn’t unusual since he often had the twins with him but the infant carrier made his heart swell with anticipation. He was going to be a dad again and this time he was going to be able to witness his child’s life from the moment it started. No playing catch up, no surprises down the line, he would be there from his child’s first breath and he’d get to raise them with the woman he loved.

Alex lets his thoughts drift to Jo as he makes the short drive to the main hospital across town. He was beyond thankful she’d given him a second chance when he absolutely hadn’t deserved one, even more thankful that she’d allowed him to still be in not only their child’s life but hers as well. Jo had met Alexis and Eli who were immediately fascinated with Jo’s belly and the fact that their sibling was moving around in there. She’d bonded instantly with his children, Alex sometimes questioning if they liked her better than him. They’d talked a little bit, about the baby and what the future held for the three of them. For the most part though, Alex and Jo communicated physically, the way they always did best.

He was shocked the first night she’d spent over at his house when she’d left the guest room not long after they'd said goodnight, quietly crawling beneath the covers of his own bed and molding her body against the side of his. It felt natural, the way they curled together even with their child growing between them. When he woke the next morning, Jo looked peaceful instead of restless and worried like he had noted days before when she’d napped on his couch. After that it seemed only natural for them to find their way into each other’s arms at the end of the day, whether at his house or her apartment. Alex’s fingers would float across her belly as he traced their baby’s movements while Jo’s hands held tight to his t-shirt, both of their bodies falling into a deep sleep.

The few nights that they spent apart when one of them would return alone to their respective homes were soon nonexistent, Jo’s voice breaking through the quiet of her room one night to mention that her lease would be up soon. And so, without a verbal conversation about the matter Alex had spent a weekend moving her few belongings into his home, the nursery furniture she’d collected finding a new home in the guest room and Jo herself finding solace in her permanent position on the other side of Alex’s bed.

Lost in his thoughts, Alex barely notices that he’s arrived at the hospital. While the children’s hospital was large, the main hospital at UCSF was massive. The few times he’d come for a meeting or to pick up Jo Alex had almost always gotten lost. Thankfully he knew exactly where he was headed today and made it to the maternity ward without any issues, pausing outside of Jo’s room for only a moment before walking in.

“I’m perfectly capable of checking my own damn cervix Wendy,” Alex watches as Jo swats away the older doctor's hand, her face scrunching up in irritation. “I don’t need everyone I work with getting an up close look at my lady bits today.”

“Well you look like you’re in good spirits,” Alex steps fully into the room, pressing a kiss to Jo’s forehead as she continues to stare down the doctor in front of her. “Let her check, I’m pretty sure you can’t even reach down there anyways.”

Jo begrudgingly lays back down, letting Wendy check her as Alex brushes back her hair. As soon as the examination is done though, she’s sitting up and removing her legs from the stirrups they were in.

“You know I don’t even know why I’m here, I’ve delivered hundreds of babies before,” Jo is throwing off the blankets on her lap and swinging her legs over the side and pulling at the few monitors she was already hooked up to. “We’re going home, I’m not giving birth here. I’m more than capable of delivering my own baby.”

“Jo, you’re not going anywhere,” the doctor looks from Jo to Alex, fixing him with a serious stare. “You’re fully dilated, your baby is about ready to make their appearance. I’m shocked you’re just getting settled in here.”

Alex moves quickly, placing his hands on Jo’s shoulder and blocking her path as she attempts to stand and leave. She tries to vocally protest, but quickly doubles over with a groan as a contraction hits her, “Would you lay back down? We’re not going anywhere, you heard your doctor.”

Jo shakes her head, still doubled over as she attempts to speak through her pain, “I’m… fine. Don’t need… to be here. Shit that hurts!”

Moving his fingers down, Alex applies counter pressure to Jo’s back as the contraction continues. The doctor gives him an understanding smile, gathering what she needs as she gives the two a small moment of privacy. When Jo’s body finally relaxes against him, he moves his hands to gently rub her back as she evens her breathing out.

“You wanna tell me why you’re all of sudden trying to break out of here,” when Jo doesn’t respond to his question, Alex kneels in front of her, taking her now tear stained cheeks between his hands. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t do this, I’m not supposed to be a mom. I am… terrified that I’m going to mess everything up and I’m even more scared that I’m going to have to do all of this by myself,” Jo’s breathing grows more ragged as she begins to sob, her shoulders dropping as she lets the emotion wash over her. “How am I supposed to have someone rely on me for everything when I don’t even have that? I was almost all alone here, Alex! You left me and the only reason you’re here is because we just so happened to run into each other again. And I didn’t even mean to get pregnant! I’m only here because I missed my birth control and we drank too much and had sex in the backseat of your car! I just can’t do this… None of this was supposed to happen, I just can’t- Oh god!”

Jo’s panicked ranting is cut off by another contraction, her body involuntarily curling towards him as she lets out a pained groan. Alex attempts to calm her down as she grips his arms, her crying growing louder as she holds onto him.

“Deep breaths, let it out. You’re okay,” Alex’s attempts to get Jo to breathe and calm herself down are futile as she begins to hyperventilate, fingers digging tightly into his biceps. “Jo, you’re stressing yourself and the baby out. I’m right here in front of you and I’m not going anywhere. I’m not leaving, okay? But no matter what, you’re going to be a mom here soon and I don’t think there’s anyone more prepared. You’re going to be a great mom, that’s something that nothing and no one can change. Our kid? They're the luckiest person on earth to have you as their mom so don’t doubt yourself for a second.”

His words seem to get through to Jo as she relaxes against his shoulder, her cries softening as she reaches blindly for his hand. Alex squeezes back gently as he lets her come down from her panicked state, his arms holding her close to him.

“You are going to be amazing, but we have to stay here and get this baby out. We can worry about the rest later okay,” Jo finally looks up at Alex, his fingers still caressing her cheeks as she attempts to stifle her cries. “Jo you… You are so strong and so brave and I know even if I wasn’t here that you would be able to get through this. But I am, I’m here and I’m never going to leave you or our baby, ever. And I can't promise that something else won’t happen, but I’ll live every day trying to prevent it. I love you so much and I know you love me and we have the rest of our lives to figure everything else out, okay?”

Jo leaned forward, her head resting against Alex’s shoulder as she forced out her next words, “I really really need to push. Like right now.”

Alex acts quickly, alerting the doctor who’d stepped into the hall before coming back to Jo’s side. Her fingers interlock with his and she only pushes for fifteen minutes before she collapses against him with a sigh of relief. Not a moment later there’s a small cry that echoes through the room and both Alex and Jo watch in fascination as the squirming baby settles quickly onto Jo’s chest.

The next hour passes in a blur, everything around him moving a thousand miles a minute, but when he finally has a moment to breathe all Alex can do is stare at Jo. Her eyes are focused on the now swaddled and sleeping baby in her arms, fingers brushing over the chubby cheeks and dark curls of hair on the infant.

“I love you too,” Jo’s words are barely above a whisper as she continues to stare at the baby in her arms. “I didn’t say it earlier, mainly because I was in pain but also because some days it seems easier to try and convince myself that I don’t anymore. But I do love you Alex, even if this little one wasn’t a part of our lives there’s this part of me that loves you so much no matter what we’ve been through.”

Too stunned to move, Alex finds himself staring blankly at Jo as she moves her gaze from the baby up to him. Her eyes are wide and shining with tears, but she doesn’t look upset. Instead she reaches a hand out towards him and gestures for him to join her on the hospital bed. He doesn’t hesitate, his arm wrapping around Jo’s shoulder as she snuggles into his side. The baby on her chest readjusts, one hand reaching upwards which Alex grabs between his own fingers.

“He looks just like you,” Jo chuckles as she leans her head against his chest. “I’m screwed aren't I?”

“Mmm I think if you can survive one Karev boy two will be a walk in the park.”

[f-nodragonart]

Dragonheart design process

Hey, so after getting linked to this through another website, I figure it would be relevant to this blog:

https://monsterlegacy.net/2014/11/14/draco-dragonheart/

It goes into Draco’s design process. I remember asking in this post about your thoughts on his anatomy. The website above mentions his thumb being removed due to interfering with the animation and challenges with the wings. Fantastic CGI regardless. It mentions him having retractable teeth too, but I don’t recall seeing that in the film so assume it got ditched? I wonder if that inspired Toothlesse’s retractable teeth?

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oh WOW this is fascinating! thank you so much for sending this in, I LOVE reading abt character designs processes, esp for a character as complex and dynamic as Draco!

I genuinely don’t remember if Draco’s teeth were retractable in the final film, it’s been such a long time since I’ve seen it. that’s such a funny way to reconcile Draco’s expressions tho, hm. maybe it’s just b/c I like monsters, but I don’t rly see why having visible teeth during certain non-aggressive expressions would be a problem, but I guess I wouldn’t know w/o seeing the exact planning process to get to that decision

as for Toothless, he actually *is* genuinely toothless in the HTTYD books, so the designers had to reconcile that w/ the completely new take on the character in the movies. the retractable teeth may still have been influenced by Draco, but either way, the designers would’ve had to justify the name “Toothless” somehow

but I do love the gorilla inspiration used for Draco’s face, it works SO damn well. too often, designers will simply try to mold human features to a nonhuman “look” and just get something so painfully uncanny and awkward. but using an animal that’s sort of a “transition” between long snouts and flat human faces is a RLY clever way to merge the two looks into something organic and believable

what I rly wanna know more about is the thing with the wing folding– how exactly did they design the wings, that they couldn’t make the folded wings match the actual anatomy of the open wings? I’m so curious about how the two models differ

I’m also VERY sad to see that an early design actually DID have rly good wings with a nice membrane that attached down the length of the torso

that looks SO much better than the membrane just attaching up near the armpit. and the feathery scales in that little area near the rump is *such* a lovely touch, I rly wish that would’ve stayed. I at least understand the need to cut a complicated detail like the feathery scales there, but I rly don’t understand the decision to cut the membrane itself down shorter…

it’s also rly nice to be able to see Draco’s full torso in the models, he’s got a rly nice torso shape

and look at that, his wing shoulders actually ARE kinda behind the front legs, now that I can see properly! still a little too close to the front legs, and sticking up out of the top of the spine in a very detached, unstable fashion, but still better than a lot of mainstream wings I’ve seen!

also not sure if the hand/foot designs in that particular model made it to the final film, but they’re sooo nicely shaped, with strong bases but kinda gangly toes/fingers, it’s a real nice look

I think the best part of that article is just seeing how enthusiastic everyone is abt Draco, and their dedication to making him feel authentic. obviously you can see the effort in the final film, but to see the ppl behind it talk abt Draco with such affection and enthusiasm…. rly warms me heart…

-Mod Spiral

[strawberriestyles]

Chapter 8

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Harry X OFC (AU)

Sequel to Brutality: In which Melody and Harry must relearn how to navigate one another among a flurry of changes.

Read previous parts here.

Author’s note: Here is a post containing links to a bunch of petitions. Please take some time out of your day to do some good. Also let me know what you think about the story if you have a chance. ;)

Bea was watching Harry trace the edges of the picture frame in his hand, his eyes unfocused, his jaw set. She leaned against the open door and sighed.

“So,” she said, “we gonna do this or what?”

“Or what.”

“Harry—full offense—you look like a toddler came at you with a pair of safety scissors.”

He set the photo off to the side. “Well, I don’ like my hair short.”

“Trust me, anything would be better than how it currently looks.”

Harry rubbed at his eyes, glanced out the window, where the sun was at its peak, and then finally gave in. “Fine. How d’yeh know what yeh’re doin’?”

“It’s hard to find stylists that can work with black hair. Outside of the city, at least. I’ve been cutting my mom’s since I was eight.”

Somehow, that dulled Harry’s nerves. He nodded. Bea took that as her cue to come and help him up. She stepped through the doorway and squatted down to slip an arm around his waist, supporting him as he attempted to shift onto his feet. They shuffled out into the dining room together and Bea sat him down in one of the chairs that she pulled out from the table.

“Let me just grab my shears.”

Harry was bitter as Bea slipped into her bedroom. Melody, he felt, was trying to push him. She had to be. She was coddling him and she’d stolen his job and she thought that he was going to be supportive of her desire to step into a ring. He remembered the bruise that had painted her cheek after her run-in with those cops last winter. He remembered how tender it had been and the way she had teared up whenever anything pressed against it. And he remembered the way her face had looked all swollen when she’d appeared at his first therapy session with Aiden. This was not a life for her. She was strong and confident and tenacious, but she was not a born fighter, and he would not pretend that he was proud of her for volunteering herself as a punching bag.

And now Melody had left him alone with Bea and a pair of scissors that looked sharp as carving knives when she reentered the room.

“We could do it really short, you know. Buzzcut style. Clean,” Bea suggested as she rounded Harry’s chair and set a tote bag of her things down on the table. “I have an electric razor. Or maybe I could—”

“Just as short as it needs to be, okay? Nothin’ fancy, Bea. Seriously.”

Bea thought that was the very first time he’d ever referred to her by name. Progress. She dug a large spray bottle out of her supplies and began soaking Harry’s hair. He stiffened as water collected along his neck and sat up straighter as she began to drag a brush through the locks. Her hand stilled as she approached the left side of his head.

“Does, uh— Can you feel where the bullet—”

“No,” Harry answered before she could finish. “’S fine.” His voice was gruff.

Bea heard him, but she still only skimmed his scalp as she untangled the shorter curls. Water dripped from the ends and darkened the collar of his t-shirt.

Harry watched as Bea traded the hairbrush for a fine-toothed comb, and when she picked up the scissors with her other hand, they seemed to glint in the sunlight that filtered through the living room window, ominous. An even more frightening snip sounded, and inches of Harry’s hair drifted down his shoulder, settling over his chest. He glanced at the loose strands and then lifted a hand to press his fingers over his eyelids.

Bea laughed. “You’re so dramatic.”

Harry only grunted. She sheared off the rest of the hair that reached his shoulders and then began to comb sections out from his head, sliding them between her fingers and snipping off the ends. Harry’s muscles looked stiff beneath his shirt.

“What are you and Melody arguing about?” she asked after a few minutes of silence, when his hair was falling to the ground in a wide circle around his chair. He looked better with every cut.

“Nothin’.”

“Oh, come on. I have a pair of scissors in my hand and your hair in the other. Tell me.”

It took a substantial amount of control for him not to jerk himself out of the chair. But he remained still. “She wants me to come to her match.”

“And you won’t?”

A few loose strands of hair stuck to the collar of Harry’s shirt and tickled uncomfortably at the back of his neck. “No, I fuckin’ won’.”

“Well, I don’t think that’s it’s very fair for you to just dismiss her without even checking out—”

“‘M not goin’ to her match,” Harry ground out. “Tonight or ever. ‘M not gonna just stand there and watch her take hits from the sideline."

Bea sighed. She dropped the chunk of hair that she’d been holding and began to comb backward from the front of his head, rougher than necessary, he was sure.

“Look, Harry,” Bea began, “it’s not ideal. You think I’m happy about it? I told her to turn and run as soon as I found out about you.” She paused to collect herself, to brace for impact, then snipped off some damaged ends when Harry didn’t react to her words. “Sorry. But she didn’t, and now here we are. She’s just trying to make things work the same way you were. And she’s damn good, too, by the way.”

Harry’s head was feeling lighter by the second, and he didn’t like that feeling one bit. “Just drop it, please.”

“No, I think that you should go and see her fight, even if it’s just one time—”

“I said, drop it,” he snapped.

Bea glared into the back of his head—he could feel it—and cut more viciously than before. That was even worse than the glaring. His shoulders tightened even further, but it was only another few moments before she tossed her scissors onto the dining table with a loud clatter.

“There, I’m done,” she announced.

“A mirror?” Harry asked. He felt jittery.

“In the tote.”

She stood beside him, her arms crossed, as he pulled the bag toward himself and dug out a dirty mirror. A reflection stared back at him, but he didn’t recognize it.

“Tha’s shorter than yeh had to fuckin’ cut it.”

“Yeah, I took some liberty,” Bea agreed. She sounded smug and he’d never felt so much anger toward a single woman. “But it looks better than it would’ve otherwise, I’m telling you. You would’ve ended up with a bowl cut, Harry. Now, you look handsome.”

It was like she’d defused a bomb. His anger dissipated, but he still stared at himself like he was trying to learn his own features. His hair hadn’t been this short since the fourth grade. The sides were tighter, straight and clean, but the top still held some curl. He felt like a boy, like the boy that his mother had pruned him to be before she’d fallen sick. And he sort of hated it, but there was also something cathartic about it. He lifted a hand to run his fingers through his hair; it scratched at his palm toward the back of his head, and his hand was left empty far too soon, and this was all too uncomfortable.

“So.” Bea slid into one of the other chairs and folded her hands together atop the table. “Is it really true that you don’t remember anything from your coma? Or were you just lying so Melody didn’t know you heard all the shit she talked about you?”

Harry narrowed his eyes and was about to open his mouth when Bea laughed. “I’m just kidding, obviously. She’s in love with you."

Harry swallowed back his unspoken words. “Did yeh know yeh talk too much?”

“I’ve been told.” She pulled on one of her tightly wound curls until it bounced back into place. “And I’m not offended, if that’s what you were trying to do.”

“’S not.”

“Good.”

Harry set the mirror down. He didn’t want to look at his strange reflection anymore. Bea stared at him and he shifted uncomfortably.

“You confuse me.”

“What?”

“Well, Melody loves you, and I can’t tell if you love her, which pisses me off. I thought at one point that you just loved yourself but that’s not true, either—”

“I do love myself—”

“No, you don’t.”

Melody chose that moment of relief to stomp up the stairs, when Harry was considering throwing himself onto the floor to escape Bea.

“Woah.”

Harry and Bea watched as Melody froze in the doorway. She had a single paper bag of groceries that seemed only to be about half full and she clutched it loosely against her hip as she stared, lips parted, at Harry. He wanted a hat. He had never wanted a hat so bad. A fucking sombrero, anything.

“You look…woah.”

“Thanks?”

Melody stumbled into the apartment and shut the door with her foot. She dropped her groceries on the countertop as she moved toward Harry, her eyes glued to his hair. Her hands slipped over the top of his head before he had a chance to prepare himself, and he tipped back with the force of her touch.

“You’re welcome,” Bea said. She gathered up her supplies from the table and retreated to her room. “Would you vacuum up that hair?” she called as she left.

“Yeh like it?” Harry felt her hands fall to the sides of his head, where his hair was shorter and rougher, where his scalp felt unfamiliarly cool. Her fingers burned.

“Yes.”

He grunted. “Well, don’ get used to it. ’S not your—”

“No, I miss the length,” she corrected him. “I do like this. It’s different. But it’s not you.”

“Hmm.” Harry let her run her fingers through his curls once more before she stepped away from him and began putting away the few things she'd bought.

“Uh, Josie’s gonna be here,” she said.

“What?”

“Bea’s coming to watch me and I don’t wanna just leave you alone—”

“I don’ need a babysitter, Melody.”

God, did she hate hearing her full name on his lips. It was like a weapon he wielded. She watched him reach to yank on the ends of his hair before realizing those ends were no longer there.

“I know you don’t, Harry. Just if you have to go to—”

“What about Sean? He—”

“Harry,” she pressed. “He’s my cornerman.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, fuck you too.”

Melody glared at Harry and he narrowed his eyes at her. After a moment, she folded up the empty paper bag and tucked it into the recycling. Then she hurried into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.

Harry was beginning to regret his attitude as he sat alone at the dining room table. But Melody reemerged only a few moments later with a sports bag slung over her shoulder and a beanie pulled low over her forehead. She started toward the door, fury evident on her face, but paused halfway through the kitchen.

“Harry,” she began, swiveling around just enough to see him from the corner of her eye, “I love you. Please be nice to Josie.” He didn’t say anything in response. “Bea, I’m leaving!” she called out. She gave Harry one more meaningful look and then left.

“You know,” Bea said, startling Harry, who was still listening to Melody stomp down the stairs to the door of the building, “if you’re not nice to her, I could always smother you with a pillow while you’re sleeping.”

“Josie? Or Melody?”

Bea propped herself against the doorframe and shrugged. “I meant Melody, but let’s say both.”

***

“Sometimes, I could just—” Melody made a vicious gesture with her hands and then smacked her wrapped knuckles together, hard. “He’s fucking infuriating.”

“Yeah, that’s his default,” agreed Sean.

Melody yelled unintelligibly, because the only other thing she could think to do was hit Sean, and Sean didn’t deserve that. Not without a couple layers of padded protection.

“I sympathize completely,” he said with a quick chuckle. “Let’s see that same anger in the ring, okay?”

She grunted.

“Focus, Melody. Harry’s not here right now, but there’s gonna be a girl ready to slip into your blind spots. Don’t let her. Focus.”

Melody closed her eyes. She pictured Stella Klatt, the boxer she’d be fighting, her thick arms and tough core and quick swings, but her slow balance. Sean slipped Melody’s gloves onto her hands as she planned steps and imagined slipping through Klatt’s defenses. Over the past few months, it had become easier and easier to think her way through an entire match, to predict her opponents’ moves. Sometimes, she even dreamed about a fight.

“Wrap it up fast, take as few hits as possible. Then you can show Harry that you know what you’re doing, okay?”

“I could knock her out with one hit and I don’t think he’d care, Sean.”

“Fine. Then fight to make me proud of you.”

Melody opened her eyes and fought to keep a smile at bay. Sean held her with a level gaze and nodded. “I have a lot of faith in you, Melody. You’re one of the best people I’ve ever known. And one of the most determined.”

“Tenacious,” she muttered.

“What?”

Melody shrugged and glanced down at her sneakers. “Nothing.”

Sean made an exasperated sound. “Listen. If Harry doesn’t see how much time and energy you’ve put into boxing, then he’s blind. He doesn’t wanna see it. You never said you were gonna do this for the rest of your life. It doesn’t meant to you what it does to him, but you still have a passion for it, and he needs to accept that.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before striding across the room and opening the door out into the hall, the one which led to the arena and the boxing ring, where Melody could already hear the buzz of spectators.

“In the meantime,” Sean continued, “don’t lose sleep over how he feels about it. Just keep doing what you’re doing, because it’s gotten you this far. Sound fair?”

“Do you hate it?”

“No. And it wouldn’ matter anyway, would it? Doesn’ matter.”

It really didn’t make sense to her, this total apathy Harry seemed to have toward her fighting. How could he be so shrewd when it came to her body and the hardness that had replaced her soft spots, when he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around her boxing? Why was he allowed to judge her for one but not the other? She couldn’t understand how he didn’t see the correlation.

Melody took a long breath and knocked her gloves together again. She gave Sean a tight nod as she passed him and stepped out of the room, beginning the short walk up the hall. “Fair,” she agreed.

Chapter 9

[yoursummerfrost]

absolutely interested in your thoughts on longform plot beats if you want to share!

*shows up three weeks late with Starbucks*

So, the first thing about writing longfics is that I try pretty hard in general to not pressure myself into writing something of a certain length. And actually as pretty much all my friends ever can attest to, I tend to underestimate how long something is gonna be xD and I find this is actually helpful, because stories are wonderful at any length and trying to force them to be shorter or longer than they want to be can easily lead to feeling frustrated and discouraged. So, I would recommend practicing some affirmation and acceptance when possible. Specifically, practice telling yourself that your story has value at whatever length it ends up being and that your story will be the length it needs to be in order to get told.

That being said, I think there are probably two main areas that contribute to ending up with a completed longfic. The first is developing the plot itself and the second is developing the motivation and practice to physically complete the writing itself. The rest of the post will be under the cut :)

Plotting

Certain plots will lend themselves to longer or shorter stories. It also depends on your genre, of course. While almost all my fics include romance, I tend to focus the most on the character study aspect when I plot something out. I try to ask myself, "what does this character need in order to grow? how do I want them to change by the end of the story?"

Usually, that growth will be driven by their relationship with at least one other person. Let's take Geralt as an example. Geralt's growth is usually centered around learning to put more trust in others and allow himself to experience his own emotions and desires more fully, because his previous experiences have taught him that trust is dangerous and his emotions will only cause him more pain. 

So, when I flesh out a plot, I'm largely looking for examples of how to demonstrate where Geralt is on that journey. I want to put together a collection of scenes that will subtly demonstrate these kinds of changes. In an early scene, Geralt is resistant to Jaskier's blatant affection. In a later scene, he accepts it begrudgingly--but only when it's offered to him first. By the end of the fic, he permits himself to ask. And I want all of these things to be "shown" more than they're "told."

In other words, while I have it in my back of my mind that a scene's primary purpose is to move us along that journey, the actual scene doesn't necessarily say that on the page. Instead, I write the following three scenes: 1) Geralt claiming he wants Jaskier to go away but making him a drink anyway, 2) Geralt picking up the phone when Jaskier calls him at 3 am, and 3) Geralt calling Jaskier when Geralt can't sleep. 

This can quickly become compounded if you want multiple character arcs in a story. Sticking with the Geraskier example, I probably also want some character growth for Jaskier (or at least some exploration of his refusal to change, because he's a bastard like that). So I'm also trying to add in scenes that will show off that for him. When possible I want my scenes to multitask for me, but sometimes you really need a scene to do one specific thing and that's okay.

When plotting longfic, I really do find it useful to outline. I can sometimes get away without it, but being able to look at this progression planned out in front of me has definitely been super helpful. I use question marks and sarcasm liberally in my outlines. They're also really helpful for answering the "what next?" question because you can stare at gaps in the path and try to figure out what fits there. I also daydream about my fics pretty much constantly, so I’m informally outlining in my head before it ever gets to the page. 

Motivation and Execution

Honestly, the biggest motivating factor for me is having someone I trust who will read the damn thing even before it's finished. It's really lovely to have someone who will occasionally say nice things and offer encouragement, if not also provide some beta as you go. It also helps me stay engaged with the story instead of being distracted by a shiny new idea. Posting as a chaptered WIP can kind of substitute for this, but it doesn't really do it for me in the same way tbh.

So if possible, I do really recommend asking a buddy to read chunks as you go :) it can be scary at first, because it's unedited!! What if they don't like it? What if you totally change something halfway through and ruin the experience for them? That's why it's good to find someone you vibe with to do it, and who doesn't mind living in WIP land with you. But knowing there's someone specific waiting to read more of my writing is incredibly motivating for me. It's a tangible and immediate kind of reinforcement that kudos and comments on a WIP don't really replace. 

(Kudos and comments are wonderful. It's just a different kind of satisfaction.)

Another important aspect is finding time and energy to write, which isn't always easy. About a year ago, I actually started writing on Google docs on my phone in between meetings/classes at school and it was a total game changer. Getting in fifty or a hundred words a few times throughout the day really adds up! Obviously this doesn't work for everyone depending on your resources and general life situation. I'm very lucky that I work in a field that allows me that down time.

No matter how your time is spent day-to-day, I do find setting attainable goals for when you're able to write to be helpful. Learning what's attainable takes a little bit of trial and error as well as self-reflection. Generally speaking, I like to write every day and I try to write at least 1k each day. On average, that's attainable for me personally.* When I'm feeling blah and like the words aren't happening, I gently nudge myself by saying, "Just try to get to 1k. If you're still not feeling it after that, you can stop." I almost always get to 1k, because I was kind and encouraging to myself and knew that 1k was realistic even though I wasn't ~in the zone.

That just happens to be my number. Remember that all progress is progress, and the goal is to feel rewarded and accomplished by meeting the goal. If you think your attainable goal is 50 words, that's fantastic! You'll write 50 more words than you would've if you felt too discouraged to try at all. Writing stamina is also a thing, and you might find that after a while 50 becomes 100 becomes 200. 

It honestly really helps that writing is usually fun for me! I see a lot of posts on Tumblr about how writing is terrible and we all secretly hate it and I do find the humor in them, because I do have those moments. But deep down, most of the time? I'm writing something that I find fun. I'm writing an idea I care about and makes me smile (or laugh evilly, depending on the angst levels) and I hope other people will find fun too.

In all things, I believe honoring negative emotions and thoughts is important. Acknowledging that it can be frustrating to write, that you're tired of your WIP or feel stuck, etc, is helpful so you can address it. At the same time, I think a big factor that contributes to how often I, a massively neurodivergent pal who has 73382 ideas at any given time, am able to so often finish longfics is that I have worked really hard to focus on the positives too. Things that I am enjoying writing or the fun scene that's coming up if I finish the one that's annoying me. 

*I've been feeling super uninspired for the past two weeks or so and have written way less than average in that time. I'm working on a fic I objectively really care about and it's still like pulling teeth! So I’ve knocked my goal down to 200 words a day. And that's okay. Clearly my brain and the rest of me need a break. I wanna normalize that, too.

[selfcareparker]

LMAOO I WAS GONNA BRING UP FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLIDER BUT I WASNT SURE IF YOU WERE WATCHING IT HSKAJ (are you liking it? i know it’s only the first episode but ya know, another one tomorrow night- well tomorrow night for me, and did you like wandavision?? i loved it!!)

oh my goodness i’m watching lion king while writing this and i haven’t seen it in a while and i am..... emotional. but anyway, i love that streaming services think that imma pay for them while they charge $50 a month. like yes of course i have that kind of money and i am going to give it to you to watch tv 🙄 that $50 is budgeted to sims thank you. (ALSO SIMS!!! i’ll get to that in a minute) now see if i don’t google levidia right this minute LMAOO, not that i’m gonna use it.. just for the research...

AND HDKSHS SEND THAT CHAOS WALKING LINK LMAO i saw it for the third time with a different one of my friends and she wasn’t the best one to see it with? she literally was on her fucking phone and i was like ok whatever her loss not mine, and idk if you’ve read the books or if you’ve seen it by now, but by the end of the whole movie, after they’ve confirmed THE THING throughout the whole movie she asked the dumbest question and i’m like diD YOU NOT WATCH THE MOVIE, and i guess she didn’t. so. this sounds so vague but i don’t wanna spoil the movie for you just in case lol.

THE STORY LMAOO, so A DIFFERENT FRIEND LOL, like my oldest bff, we had a day together and we wanted to go see chaos walking. and i honest to God thought that no one would be seeing this movie. like NO ONE. every day, i checked the theater seating and no one was there right? plus i really wanted us to have the theater to ourselves. so we sit in the wrong seats, the row in front of us, STILL THINKING WE’RE ALONE. and then these 3 older people came in AND IM ABOUT TO SCREAM FHSJSH AND IM LIKE “are we in your seats?” and they we were like uh yeah, AND IT WAS SO BAD LMAOO , we’re moving and everything would’ve been FINE but my friend’s reclined seat was going down so slow and as it’s going shes LITERALLY SAYING ALOUD “awkward awkward awkward” so she thinks forget it, lemme just get up. HER BAG GETS CAUGHT ON HER CHAIR AND HER FRIES AND THEY SPILL ALONG WITH HER HONEY MUSTARD 😭😭 ALL OVER THE FLOOR! so i’m trying not to laugh lmao but those aren’t even our seats and we just made a mess, so naturally, i get on the floor and start cleaning it up with my napkins (this is going for too long) AND MY FRIEND IS STILL SAYING “awkward awkward awkward awkward” and i’m really abt to crack up bECAUSE LIKE SHUT UP HAHAHA and we’re cleaning it and shit and the oldest lady is gonna say “yeah you’re not gonna make an old lady get on the floor, are you?” AND I WANTED TO LAUGH AND SCREAM AT THE SAME TIME BC DID WE ASK YOU TO, NO, so then i had to get the manager and she helped us clean it, we got new fries and everything was fine, it’s just a crazy story bc LITERALLY WE COULDVE AVOIDED IT AND EVERYTHING BUT THESE ELDERLY PEOPLE HAD TO COME AND SEE THIS MOVIE😭😭 at least the gentlemen was nice.. he helped us clean. but then his wife was like “i aM nOt siTTiNg tHeRe” and at first i thought she was a teenager bc of her stink attitude but her husband was nice. and it’s not like we weren’t cleaning it up, we were!!! like i was so apologetic- anyway.

about sims! do you play console or pc? wait,, you already told me you play pc bc your computer was broken, i’m glad you can play now though :’)) litetally when i read in the tags that you’re playing sims !!!! and are you hyped for bunk beds? i have cc so i’ve had them for a bit, but they were glitchy... but i’m so excited we have them now! i should really play sims today...

GURL IM SO PROUD OF YOU 🥺🥲 i know you aren’t fluent in everything and you aren’t a linguistic genius LMAO but it’s still soooo amazing :’) here i am reading the captions while ur just going hahah, yea i tried duolingo but.... i didn’t stick to it HDJSH talking to you though makes me so interested because you know all these languages, not even studying them like that, but you have this foundation and ahh it’s just super cool. LOL YOU DONT SOUND LAME HAJA IM TELLING YOU ITS SO SO COOL, i’m loving this lesson btw oh my goodness- HSKAJS YOU THOUGHT I WOULD ALREADY KNOW THAT??? HDYSJHS MY ONLY ENGLISH SPEAKING ASS??? HAHAHAHHAH i find that word (Rindfleischetikettie- i’m not gonna write the whole thing i’m sorry) very interesting... like... wow. did you have to google that or did you just know lmao

OKAH THE WATER THING HDKDJDKS UR GONNA TERRIFY ME HAHAH OH MY LORD- first of all CROATIA 😍😍 but thinking about it like that, I WOULD FREAK OUT TOO HAHSGSG i never go that deep into the water, or if i do i have my dad with me lol and i kind of hold onto him bc ive seen/heard too many things about people being dragged into the sea. but i loveee the water (i wanted to be a mermaid soooo bad ohmigosh)

I DONT UNDERSTAND HOW ONE CANNOT LIKE MUSIC ITS AWFUL !! lmao yeah i haven’t even listened to harry’s his first album, everyone says they love it more. I WAS GONNA SAY IMMA LISTEN TO ONLY ANGEL BUT THE WAY YOU DESCRIBE IT HUHAHAH also i have never listened to anything by mgk (i actually had to google who he was IM SORRY😔) i’m tempted to listen tho lol PLEASE JUSTIN BIEBER- I PROMISE IM NOT LAUGHING AT U IVE JUSY NEVER HAD SOMEONE SAY THAT B4!! like i don’t know many people who’ve liked him bUT NOW IM GONNA LISTEN & the cardboard cutout- okay. 😭😭😭

oh my goodness to see the vamps live 🤧 TO SEE ANYONE LIVE PLEASE JJDGSHAHGD and little mix is so good oh my goodness- i actually haven’t been to that many concerts.. i was at my first one, elsie fest (it’s like a broadway thing really) in uhhh october of 2019, yea i took my mom for her birthday bc she loves darren criss and i’m obsessed with glee lmao OH MY GOODNESS YOUVE BEEN TO SO MANY!!! and those are such great artists 😩😩

LMAO UR FINE, hamilton is a musical that lin manuel miranda wrote and i think generally made? i’m obsessed, but basically it was on broadway and then recorded and put on disney+ ... idk i guess it counts a film bc it’s like a movie really cuz it was recorded but in what 2018 or 2016? i don’t remembers the date that is on disney+ but it’s strange how i got into it, a lot of my friends were obsessed and i was like uhh why? and while researching it and watching it, trying to figure out why people love it... i fell in love with it LMAO but the music is FANTASTIC and lin is incredible😭 but yes yes yes i loveeeee high school musical!! my dad actually took my cousins to see it on ice or something (i absolutely forget lmao) but i don’t know how people don’t know hsm. it upsets me.

OKAY IM DOWN TO THE BOTTOM HAHAHA (it takes me so long to respond, now i’m on lion king 2 WHICH IS SO GOOD PLEASE FHHSSHHSHSH) i could respond in chunks but i kind of enjoy responding like this? it feels a bit like a letter but if this whole thing is overwhelming i’ll cut it up lol

+ yes that was me about your fic and sleep and everything lol but it was so good😭 i don’t understand how you write peter so well like you have this ability to capture his.. everything? i’m crine. all the time. over your fics. & i cannot describe my happiness for youuuu :’) i’m so happy you’re writing again 🥺🥰 the thing about how you only want to write the long peter fic but you don’t know how to continue... i feel that so so so hard, i don’t think i told you but ughh i was so blah bc of that feeling of having pent up inspiration for only one fucking thing and not being able to write it. it’s so frustrating 😭

not to add more to this but i need to vent a bit? the situation is definitely different bc with your major it obviously requires for you to ya know, know english lol, but uhm bc i’m homeschooled ive been cheating on all my work SHSHDHSJ like i google the answers but i’m still learning! it’s just..... i find it so unnecessary, like going for an audition no one is gonna say to me “i want you to chanel the knowledge within yourself of the centripetal force of the circle that is the table on this stage” like tf??? there’s literally no point. i’m gonna be getting into voice lessons again soon and i’m already doing dance, AND i’ll be doing this summer camp program (more hamilton lol) and thinking about school is only making me stress more, like i haven’t been able to rehearse dance at all this week bc of it...... so

hahaha reading your tags, lonely anon would still be accurate HAHAHHAHA // another add: yea i love ur current theme, i’ve gotten used to “seeing you” like this, but anything will look super pretty :)) ALSO HOW IS IT STILL SNOWING THERE, i swear it’s getting warmer and warmer by the day here 😭🤧

these long ass posts, my gosh🥲 lonely lovely anon <3

Omg yes it does feel like a letter sldkdj and then the few days of waiting also make more sense okay i love this ❣️💕❤️💓❤️💞🧡💜💘(wtf)sksjhz

Dear lovely anon,

ALSKSJVKD yes i‘m liking falcon and winter soldier dlkdh i haven‘t watched the second episode yet but i‘ll watch it tomorrow! but i didn‘t watch wandavision........ eidislskks i was going to but idk i wasn‘t that interested in it and watching series is already too much of a commitment (what can i say i‘m a Sagittarius—🤧 (no i’m joking i actually know NOTHING about starsigns)) didjj that i couldn‘t force myself to watch it, ALSO i hate (idk if this is an unpopular opinion) when every episode is like a whole hour. i‘m rewatching an old series today (it‘s german so i won‘t even get into it) and the episodes are 25 mins each and i‘ve already watched 8 episodes today ridlndjdjd,,, and i feel like if the episodes were an hour each i wouldn‘t have gotten past episode 2 today like idk.... even if series had the same length in total, i prefer when the individual episodes are shorter idk why tho tbh (so yeah i already wasn‘t 100% convinced about watching wandavision so i just couldn’t make myself watch a bunch of 1hour episodes— i‘ve heard that it‘s good tho- but i‘m not much of a series person so. Dldkk (have we talked about this already??? sorry i don‘t remember what i said lol and i couldn‘t find my own post anymore so dkdjsh) (WAIT I JUST CHECKED THE WANDAVISION EPIOSRDES ARENT EVEN THAT LONG??? Okay wait i might watch it now - did you like it? let me know if i should watch it— why did i think they were 60minutes???)

okay another confession i‘ve never watched the lion king????? i mean i watched it when i was a child but i was too young to actually pay attention to any kind of plot i just liked the songs lol sldkdj i‘ve been meaning to watch it for years tho 🦁 (idk it just felt appropriate to put a lion emoji lmoaoo)

OH MY GOD THE CHAIS WALKING/CINEMA STORY AHSJSKKS😭😭😭😭 NOOOOO (very fitting that there was so much chaos when you were watching a film that has chaos in the title loool) and the “awkward awkward awkward“ SAME SKSKSLSKDJ, that‘s literally me 24/7 ahajshshhshshsh. Like i was so skdjdjdkdllsldksnsnsnsb while i read what you sent me djslslsjdjdbdn why are old ladies always so grumpy btw 🥲🥲🥲 at least the man was nice tho! and wait did i read that right... you have fries (which, to me, are called chips dusuusldk) at your cinemas?? (Movie theatres sorry sksjsh) we just have popcorn and nachos and drinks i want chips too when i‘m watching a film what😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺

Also i still haven’t watched it so thanks for not spoiling it!!! (idk when i’ll watch it i’m so bad with films and even worse with series💀💀💀- same with cherry. i literally forgot all about cherry, i was SO hyped when the trailer came out like i’ve never been so excited about a movie... and then it came out... and i still haven‘t watch it like what‘s wrong with me???? Dkdjdjdjdklsl i feel like i‘m not gonna watch it anytime soon tbh, but i wanna watch chaos walking i just have to find the time

Okay and @ your other friend who wasn‘t paying attention like why are you even watching the film then???? but ok (omg this sounds so mean i‘m sure she‘s very nice but in this situation just like❔❔❔)

SIMS ahhh, BUNK BEDS, ahhhh sdljdjdjdkdkdldksj i actually haven‘t played it since the update 🤧🤧 i made both of my sims (enisa (bestselling author already, thank you) and michael (aspiring doctor)) go to university and bro it takes so long 😭😭 and you can‘t do anything else if you want them to do well so literally the last three times i played sims i was just constantly clicking their homework and computerd to write their assignments (i play it in german so idk what its called on the sims) and do their presentations and do them all over again so that they get better or whatever for HOURS, but imma play again soon

also i‘m living my fanfiction life loool, so i made my two sims neighbours (on the same plot tho but i made two small separate houses lol, i still wanted to control both of them at the same time but i made sure they didn‘t interact before i wanted them to skdjdjdk). and first they both experimented and got some experience in the love department you know (all genders, cause i have to live my sexuality even in a pc game slskdjh— wait, i‘ve never lived my sexuality irl like i‘ve done NOTHING nothing with guys nothing with girls (🥲) but maybe that’s why i want to do it even more in the sims) and then they met at uni and realised like hey we‘re neighbours and now they‘re together (but michael accidentally had an alien baby with another woman (who was an alien which i was not aware of) cause i wasn‘t paying attention like i said woohoo not try for baby like michael why is your pull out game so weak tf LSHDDHDJDJSKKDKSKDKS okay but making out and flirting and doing all the fun stuff in the sims turns me on way more than it should PFAHAHHAHSH) so idk why i told you this but I’m creating that neighbour!au in the sims lmaoooo

i did not have to google Rindfleischetikettierungsüberwachungsübertragungsaufgabengesetz (just did it again😌 sisjshhs) but i might have mixed up the words überwachung und übertragung or i might have even forgotten a word skskks but in the end it doesn‘t matter (by linkin park- ok i‘m so sorry it‘s 2 am and i have a headache from having waveformers in my hair all day but i still wanted to reply to this now so sorry if i‘m not making any sense right nowbahahshah)

i wanted to be a mermaid too dldjdksksj like h2O and all those series convinced me i could be one like. i remember i‘d always go in the deep pool and attempt to swim like them in all the series with that wave motion i must have looked so crazy with my goggles as well dkdjsksöksj (i was like twelve but still)

so mgk has two sides one is hip hop/rap which is like ~~~~ idk he has good and bad songs, but his latest album is like punk pop snd I LOVE IT SO SO SO SO SO MUCH, so if you like punk pop I’d recommend his album tickets to my downfall (i don‘t blame yoj if you don‘t like it tho like about a year ago i would have HATED that type of music dkdkdkkd)🥴

Okay talking about music, there‘s this german rapper and he is... not a good person. he‘s literally a criminal and extremely sexist but to me he‘s still hot???????? he‘s even cute at times even tho he has tattoos everywhere and is like 6‘5 and is super aggressive but i see him and i‘m like 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 my heart beats only for you💘💘💘💘and he released a new song today and i watched the video and i‘m wondering wtf is wrong with me 😃 (he did look particularly cute cause he was high so idk he wasn’t really aggressive in this one) 😭 so i thought i‘d share that LMAO IDK

(not saying tattoos aren‘t cute btw i LOVE tattoos imma get some soon, but you know he looks like someone your grandma would be afraid of (and in his case rightfully so💀)

okay wait i‘m getting so tired it‘s 2 am i think i‘ll have to do the rest tomorrow but i wanted to do it now😭🥺🥺 see you tomorrow

it is now 3:42 am and i couldn‘t sleep so here we go again

girl you can laugh at me for liking justin tho skskks i wanna laugh at myself idk, like i said i really really really liked him a few years go, basically my life was at least 50% justin and then he went on a break for a while and released an album last year which i hated 🥴 but this album is wow. (Still weird to me because it‘s literally the definition of pop and i don‘t ever listen to pop?) and it‘s so weird because i used to know so much about justin and had so many friends who loved him as well and now it‘s like I’m listening to someone new? Don‘t get me wrong i never KNEW justin and i never will and i‘m aware of that shahsh but yeah i used to be soooo used to him and it‘s like reconnecting with an old friend and you realise you don‘t know that friend anymore- like you don‘t know them anymore at all. I mean justin is weird nowadays 😂😂😂 so pls laugh at me tbh dskksjsjsh

awww it‘s so wholesome that you gave your mom tickets to the concert 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i gave my mum tickets for pink like 2 years ago and she loved it so much and i was like 🥰🥰🥰 (i went with her) AND OMG GLEE ok so unfortunately i barely remember glee, but i used to watch it too!!!! And it‘s actually on my list of series i wanna watch (again) so youre making me want to watch it even more (but like i said i‘m bad with series so 😩😩😩 who knows when i‘ll rewatch it)

When all this pandemic shit is over (let‘s be hopeful <3333) then you need to go to as many concerts as possible!!!!! i‘ve been to SO MANY and it‘s literally one of the things in my life i‘m the most grateful for, concerts are some of the best experiences i‘ve ever had in my life especially the ones that are in smaller concert halls where you can feeeel the vibe and everyone‘s energy (and that sounds awful thinking about it mid-pandemic 😐) anyway—

Okay omg you‘re absolutely making me want to watch hamilton right now like omg i WANT TO WATCH IT NOW but it‘s 4 am sodndkdldl

what you said about my peter fics🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺like omg i love these emojis they literally just describe how i felt when reading what you said so, yes, 🥰🥺 + thank you :) it really means a lot <3

and no omg i totally get the studying thing. like last year before i graduated .. was that last year? yes wtf omg okaykdjdj, so the last three months before i had my final exams we were just in a lockdown and we didn‘t even have online classes. We had nothing except one teacher who left our group chat (😭) because she was mad at us (?) and one maths teacher who did an online ““lesson““ once a week. he‘d ask: so does anyone have questions. us: . Him: okay, bye then. So. Yeah dndldldj. But we had one online test and it was in german and like i read the book wee were supposed to read? but the questions on the test were all unanswerable (is that a word?) and i had to google everything (got an A tho 🤪 but only because i googled everything so i was so scared that i wouldn‘t be able to get a good result on the final exam because what if i‘d gotten used to just googling everything and i couldn‘t do it by myself anymore? anyway it was all fine in the end but yeah at times i couldn‘t even study because i had so much anxiety about studying and yeah- like this whole annoying cycle. but you said you‘re still studying———- okay wait 👁👄👁 i forgot what i was going to say??????????????????????????????????????????????????? Like wtf. Is wrong with me? And i‘m reading what you wrote again and i just don‘t know what i was going to say? Like i get what you‘re saying obviously but i‘m like? Idk 4am brain ayeee, please vent more if you need to and elaborate further because right now i‘m???? Too dumb to respond to this right now wtf. I‘m so sorry lmao ddlkdjdjd what is even going on like i‘m sitting here open mouthed just like ? But btw the fact that you have Voice and dance lessons is like SO FUCKING COOL like oh my god that is sosososos cool wtf, i was thinking that when you first talked about it too

And “i want you to chanel the knowledge within yourself of the centripetal force of the circle that is the table on this stage” ODHDKSLDBDJDOFIDKDNDLDK

Yes i know about the weather dkdkdkjd but it‘s getting (a lot) warmer here too and where i live we kind of get a weird type of wind called föhn (which literally means hair dryer but idk if that‘d the reason why it‘s called that, i‘m too tired to think of whether it makes sense rn) and it gives me headachesssssss and the changing weather is also giving me headaches 😭😭😭😭 so this season right now is just headache season and i hate summer so i wish it would just snow again lmao (okay it‘s getting so late that it‘s early already snd i can hear this bird chirping so fucking loud wtf i‘m also getting a headache 🤧🤧🤧) but at least i can do my new theme soon (i hope it‘ll look good🥺 and omg thank you for what you said about my current theme- i always feel like i‘m so bad with aesthetics, i obviously like my theme but i feel like every single person on tumblr has a theme that is prettier than mine so it was very nice to hear you say that you love it👉🏼👈🏼 (i‘m so used to it by now that i actually hate it lmao so it‘s getting yeeted soon and i‘m making megan thee stallion my pfp 🤪 (if the graphics and shit works out skdjdjdj)

[neopuff]

hello, i hope you're having a good day!! i was wondering, do you have any tips for making amvs? like, what programmes you use, how you handle the timing, etc. thank you for all the fun edits you make!!

hi!! sorry for the delay in answering this, i just wanted to take the time to answer it thoroughly and i kept forgetting lol & thank you! i already typed this once and tumblr made it disappear so i apologize if anything i say comes out short ‘cause i’m just trying to remember all that i typed before lol

ok so ill just go through my general editing process in Vegas, i dont know any other program well enough to talk about it at length:

(disclaimer: this is just how i do it, i dont watch tutorials and my editing friends and i don’t watch each other edit often so i would assume that my way is very different from other ways you’ve probably seen! i might even do something in a very stupidly hard way, please feel free to tell me if theres an easier way to do anything lol)

1. Song: So skipping past the “choosing song and ship/character/show” theme, I’ll dive straight into CUTTING THE SONG! I’m not about that Editing The Entire Song life, and neither is most of the editing community anymore, so I cut it up into a shorter thing that I’m better equipped to edit to. I’m just using a random example but here I’ve taken this long ass song and turned it into this:

(the next step just kind of depends on my mood, or ill do both, doesnt matter)

2-A. Subclips: if im making a shorter video or a video where i’m not 100% super familiar with the footage, i will immediately start making subclips using the episodes ive already pulled into the project. if it’s a ship/character that i’ve edited before, i’ll just go to Import->Media from Project and import the subclips i made previously. either way, subclips are there! 

2-B. Sheets: for ships that i know very well/have a lot of footage/im concerned about potentially repeating something, i will go to Google Sheets/Excel and take the lyrics im editing to and put them in column A, separating by pauses in the singing. then i put corresponding footage i think will go well in column B! im often not super specific because i know the beats are gonna be different than i remember, so i usually stick to referencing whole scenes instead of specifics moments. here’s an example:

3. Clip placement: Then I start placing clips down! Below is how I organize my timeline tho I know a lot of editors who put the music on top, this is just how I like it. I also keep a single muted audio layer in between for the video footage’s audio and then I’ll delete that layer when I’m done (or sometimes I don’t, it doesn’t really matter)

I think it’s good to hit the beats as much as possible, it makes for a more dynamic audio-visual experience! In general I try to make my videos so that, if I didn’t add any zooms or typography or coloring, it would still be a good amv. And don’t limit yourself to just one layer, you can have as many layers as you’d like and put clips on top of each other (cookie cutter/changing the layer to dodge or add or screen or whatever) is a good way to mix things up

when I zoom in you can see I’ve got some variety already in my transitions, I know I use that motion-blur-zoom a lot these days but I still try to mix it up and keep my brain invested

4. Typography: After all the clips have been placed (or most of the clips, ofc sometimes I’ll want to add more later) I move on to typography! I’m lazy so the first thing I’ll do it just put down unedited text where I think I’ll want it to go. It just helps me organize myself. Then I’ll pretty up the text afterwards.

Typography isn’t necessary for a good AMV, but really nice typography can really spruce things up. I’ve only very recently gotten confident in my text editing skills, and I just kept watching typography done by editors I really like until I figured out what they were doing. My recommendation is to just KEEP ADDING EFFECTS! Convolution kernel, gaussian blur, mask the text so it appears from angles that the transitions wouldn’t be able to do - of course there’s gotta be a limit for taste, but just add stuff until you like how it looks. Also changing the blending style of the text layer is good, dodge and difference are my go-tos for typography layers.

5. Transitions: I don’t go crazy with transitions, but it’s fun to mess around with them. You don’t want too many crazy/different transitions, you want them to match the mood of the song and the type of beat you’re hitting. I usually ensure that all similar beats in the song have the same transition type on them, bbbbbbut that’s cuz I’m overly obsessed with parallel structure. There’s plenty of fantastic AMVs where they just go ham and do whatever types of transitions they want to in each part of the song and they make it work just fine

(next step, once again, kind of depends on my mood lol)

6-A. Zooms: Time for zooms! I usually just use the pan/crop for zooming, but often I’ll incorporate Sapphire FX BlurMoCurves or NewBlue AutoPan, especially if I’m trying to zoom typography with the footage at the same rate. I try to keep my zooms short and slower, I mean obv it just depends on the song but yeah. There’s a lot of different ways to do zooms so I recommend experimenting and just playing around with different effects

6-B. Zooms...but different: Another way that I’ll do zooms which is definitely pretty different (but this is what I do for crossovers like 95% of the time because I am laaaaaaaaaaazy) is I’ll drag the project into a new project timeline and start editing it there. It’s similar to how After Effects works and it makes it easier to put effects overtop of multiple layers without having to pre-render anything.

So you can see I’ve just pulled in the .VEG file and popped it in the timeline! So this way I can add zooms and transitions without worrying about layers. And if I see a mistake I need to fix, I can just go back into the original .VEG file and edit it, and it’ll be edited when I come back here. So it’s much easier than pre-rendering or trying to do zooms on a lot of layers. To be clear tho, this doesn’t work well if you have a lot of fade transitions, it’s best for sharp transitions and it’s great when you’re using Sapphire FX BlurMoCurves a lot.

7. Overlays: After that I’ll add more typography (or if you didn’t add any earlier, you can add some here overtop of the new project file) that kind of goes on top of everything. And then I’ll add any overlays or objects or whatever else I wanna add! I’m not someone who uses a lot of backgrounds cuz I don’t have a background-creative-brain so I stick to simple overlays at the most.

8. Coloring!!! This is very sad but I only JUST learned a few weeks ago that you can add coloring/effects to your entire video with this button here, so in case anyone else hates watching tutorials as much as I do here’s where I’m talking about:

This shit would’ve made my life so much easier throughout the years lol But alas. Anyway so for coloring there are some effects that are popular for any colorings you’ll find on YT (but you can certainly just download some, Riverdale editors in particular share a lot of really great colorings but you’ll find them anywhere in the live action editing community):

Channel Blend, Color Curves, Color Blend, Color Balance, Convolution Kernel (best for live action footage or footage that isnt very crisp), Color Corrector Secondary

These are all just fun to mess with. Channel Blend in particular is something of a mystery for me, I haven’t studied it fully to understand what I’m doing so I mostly just mess with it randomly until I like what I see lol

9. Render time! First render, anyway. Usually there’ll be some random problem in the footage or something and I’ll have to either go back into the project and fix it OR if I’m feeling particularly sour (or maybe if I’ve rendered like 3-4 times already) I will just take the finished render and manually remove any errors, stretching out the good footage to cover my tracks. You’d be surprised how often I end up doing that lol

And then it’s good to post! I primarily render as .WMV but I also go for .MP4s every once in a while. If I want to upload it to Twitter I’ll do an .MP4 but it’s a new thing for me so I’m still stuck on .WMV mostly.

Anyway I hope this answered your question at least a little bit, I can go into more detail about certain parts of this if you’d like!

[monkeydluffy19920]

“I don’t need a parachute, baby if I’ve got you Baby if I’ve got you, I don’t need a parachute You’re gonna catch me, You’re gonna catch if I fall”

- Ingrid Michaelson - Parachute

Sannami week 2019 Day 7: Protect

Alrighty-o! Here is another prompt for @sannamiweek ‘s amazing event!

Parachute is probably better known from Cheryl Cole’s version but as far as I understood, it’s originally made by Ingrid Michaelson but they are all good in my opinion but for this project, I used her acoustic version of the song because well, it kind of fit plus ever since that bridal carry panel and the reunion hug, I wanted to add that scene to the end of the acoustic version. So this has been a thing in the to do list for a while so Sannami week and a few day offs was perfect timing because otherwise it would’ve taken forever because procrastination, trust me. The publicication schedule kinda failed but at least it’s done *thumbs up*

So, in last prompt (passion) I pondered about how their pasts have affected on their view to love in general and that both might have fear of loss and rejection which can strongly impact them in their own ways. Nami especially seems that kind of person who really would want to be more open about her feelings (she is pretty open in general but when it comes to romance, she might be really private about it) but for some reason, she is very private about these things.

Although both of them have done lots of sacrifices for each other and helped in the tight situations, I think this song is more from Nami’s point of view because of her way to keep certain feelings inside her whereas Sanji is very openly having a crush on her and he admires her in all ways.  Well, One Piece is mainly about adventures and friendships and chasing dreams so if there was going to be some canon romance in the end, Oda-sensei wouldn’t give direct hints about them.

don't tell anyone about the way you hold my hand I don't tell anyone about the things that we have planned I won't tell anybody, won't tell anybody

Well, if they started to date Nami would probably want to keep low profile first because well, becoming an official couple would be quite a step whether they were still on the middle of the adventures or after them.  Headcanonish thinking but Sanji would try to keep their dating as a secret but of course, he would be all hyped up so it would probably not be a secret long enough *laughs*

They wanna push me down, they wanna see you fall down

This was a direct reference to their own arcs where they fought with their demons because well, the Fishmen practically wanted to keep Nami forever as a hostage before the Straw Hats came to save her and then Sanji had to face his disrespectful family after years of abuse so both of them have the ghost of their pasts that probably still gives them nightmares and insecurities at times.  

Won't tell anybody how you turn my world around I won't tell anyone how your voice is my favourite sound Won't tell anybody, won't tell anybody

More things she only can admit to Sanji, like how his smooth voice can calm her down and how she enjoys him pampering her. I think fellow Sanami fans are familiar with @sanjiafsincedayone ‘s post where was ponders about how Nami might get relaxed from Sanji’s continuous smell of cigarettes (because it reminds her of Bell-Mere).

Don't believe the things you tell Yourself so late at night and You are your own worst enemy You'll never win the fight Just hold on to me, I'll hold on to you It's you and me up against the world It's you and me

The second verse reminded me of he Zou/Totto Land arcs and it would’ve been shipwise very remarkable if Nami saw him on his weakest moment (when Sanji realized that the marriage wouldn’t have solved a thing) but it’s understandable that Oda-sensei wouldn’t make anything so obvious. I’ve said this a lot when the chapters were fresh but it’s still a fact that taking care of the crew mates and taking a share of the huge emotional burdens of theirs is part of Nami’s personality.  She was distressed from Usopp’s and Luffy’s separation and worried to death when Robin suddenly disappeared so Sanji’s case would stress her as much as it did and probably even more because she was literally witnessing it and couldn’t do a thing since Sanji wanted to solve it all by himself.

I don't believe anything, don't trust anyone any more

This part of the lyrics reminded of Nami’s past again, how she fought all by herself to save a whole village. Wherever she robbed, she was hated and she had to learn to survive in order to gather the money and she also hated pirates because Arlong’s era made her very cautious.

But I believe you when you say we're never gonna fall Hand behind my neck, arm around my waist Never let me hit the ground, you'll never let me crash (Down)

With the power of friendship, they managed to free Nami and ever since that one building (that had her “office” and maps there) was put into pieces, she finally felt the freedom. Sanji has always shown interest in her and he has always shared compliments to her for example, he keeps telling her how talented she is with navigation and how beautiful she is. So, definitely, he has been a big emotional support to her. Well, others have been too but Oda-sensei has given interesting parallels that give us the feeling that they’d have potential to end up becoming canon, just like the other shippers see other details a significant. Of course, it’s again all about interpretation but there are similarities (for example, they are temperamental but deep down in their heart they are sensitive and emotional persons who are very compassioned and who put others’ need in front of theirs. Also, both of them share a soft, maternal/paternal side which is seen when they act like big siblings to younger crew members.  They both remember flashbacks where their pasts have been mentioned (Sanji in Fishman Island, Nami in Zou). Also both of them  grew in foster families, both lost their mothers who were dedicated to their children although both fought with their own problems (Sora fought with her health and Bell-Mere struggled with money), both become invisible prisoners and craved for freedom.

Then as said, there are lots of parallels many sharp eyed SaNami fans have pointed out and analyzed. For example, their childhoods were pretty much opposite, Sanji was rich and despised whereas Nami was poor but loved and encouraged to hone her skills.  Then there is this theory that All Blue is a place which means their dreams might have a link (which would mean they’d need each other to fulfill their dreams).

One of the biggest parallels so far is that both have been dealing with the marriage in their own ways, both were forced to get married and both made huge effort to prevent it to happen.  Also, both have been unconscious when the other was coming to save them or thank them (Sanji in Skypiea, partly also when Nami fought Kalifa and Nami didn’t have a clue of what happened in Thriller Bark when Absalom tried to steal a kiss from her). On top of that, Oda-sensei gives ship-tease with their “Do you love me”- gag where Sanji goes all mellorine and Nami is like “yes yes, focus!” but on the other hand in the later happenings, she hasn’t been as ignorant with the reply as she could be. Perhaps she won’t say it out loud in front of everyone but maybe she starts to develop deeper feelings (or has done it already) but well again, it’s all up to what we fans see and in the end, it’s Oda-sensei who makes the final decisions about their futures. 

By the way, it was very nice from Toei to add some more shippyish scenes to the let’s escape from Big Mom-episodes because as far as I remember, when Prometheus attacked them (before Nami made Zeus attack Bg Mom) , there wasn’t this kind of scene or when Big Mom attacked them with sword, there wasn’t the scene about it either so the animation team deserves a big high five.

Frankly spoken, had to edit quite a lot the length of the song so it would be shorter because the last part is basically just repeating the same lyrics but anyway, maybe the main point of this video project was to add as many shippy moments as possible to the choruses to demonstrate where Sanji has been with her and what if those moments have affected her view on him.

Well, like said, she wasn’t aware of Thriller Bark but she has seen so many sacrifices so she is at least impressed probably and they both definitely share huge respect on each other and who knows, maybe this song will become canon? If not, then at least in our headcanons, fellow shippers :)!

[storytaeme]

screw me – day 10

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Everyone

➵ Prompt: Fucking Machine   ↪ content: gangbang, handjobs, blowjobs, swallowing, dirty talk, exhibitionism, voyeurism, barebacking, 

➵ Word Count: 4,000 words

Taehyung liked attention, that was no news. He likes dressing in nice things, liked being admired and stared at. The fans were especially good in indulging him of his desires, showering him in endless, sweet compliments and taking a billion photographs to post on their respective social media. But that wasn't enough—no.

Taehyung wanted more.

This was true especially in days when all he wanted was for his members to coddle him like a precious baby, love him and pamper him, give him the attention he craved. These were days he would be—even he would admit—annoyingly sticky. He would come to bother Namjoon and Yoongi in the studio, beg Jimin to cuddle with him in front of the television, whine until Seokjin made him his favorite food, and urge Hoseok and Jeongguk to play games with him. As adorable as he was, there was a limit to patience—and Taehyung might've just tested everyone’s.

“Tae, we have to talk,” Namjoon started, crossing his arms over his chest. The other members were gathered around, sharing Namjoon’s same look of disapproval that had Taehyung cowering into himself.

He sat quietly, fingers twisting on top of his lap as he awaited his judgment.

“We noticed you've been very… demanding as of late,” Namjoon started slow.

Yoongi laughed bitterly, “I think the right words you're looking for is attention whore.”

Taehyung might've pushed Yoongi a little further than the rest, but then again, that wasn't really an accomplishment with his short temper.

Namjoon elbowed the shorter man. “What we’re all trying to say is that I think you should find a better way to channel your needs.”

There was a shift in the air then, a very subtle one that Taehyung would've missed if he didn't know his friends that well. The others began to fidget, some of them seemingly holding knowing smiles to a secret Taehyung wasn't aware of.

“What's that, hyung?”

“We've prepared a little gift that you might enjoy,” Namjoon smiled, but it wasn't the soft one Taehyung was used to. There was a devilish twinkle, one Taehyung had only seen on very few occasions, most of them ending up with him crying and coming. He felt his ass clench around nothing.

A gift as punishment? Taehyung should be worried but instead, he felt an excited thrumming in his veins as he anticipated their next words.

“Follow us,” Namjoon instructed and began walking down the hallway to his room. Taehyung was the last of the group to enter, the others having formed a circle around the bed, and he didn't know why until he saw it. “What do you think?” The elder’s voice cut through his thoughts. All of them seemed to shift nervously, awaiting his reaction.

Taehyung blinked, his gaze drifting over to the small machine by the bed. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it initially. The small box was black and metallic, and it wasn’t until he traced the long silver rod to its end that he realized what they had been so shifty about. The thing that had his mouth drying and a lump forming in his throat was a dildo attached to the end of the silver rod.

A fucking machine.

Having delved deep into the realm of porn, Taehyung was aware of what the machine was, what people used it for and how it worked. Taehyung also knew that he was about to get his ass wrecked by the thing. He swallowed his nerves, glance darting over to his friends as he shifted nervously. “I–um–wow?” Because there was really nothing more he could say. The device was sleek and new with a toy at the end at the perfect length. Perfect for him.

“You don’t have to,” Jimin blurted out, more concerned about his best friend, “it was just an idea all of us had and we figured you would enjoy it.”

“N-no,” Taehyung started, “I mean, I want to–I want to try it.” His teeth caught his bottom lip again as he eyed the machine warily again, but with greater curiosity and desire this time. He could feel his heart pump in his chest, beating aloud in his ears.

Hoseok grinned, “Let’s get started then.”

Jeongguk had appeared behind Taehyung, arms slipping around his body and beginning to unbutton his shirt. Taehyung gave a little squeak but seemed pliant in the younger’s arms. “Gonna strip you, hyung, want you all pretty and naked for us.” The room was a little chilly, sending a shiver down his spine as the shirt slid off his shoulders and onto the floor. Seokjin had smiled sweetly at him before unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants, leaving him in nothing but his briefs.

“You’re sure you’re good with this, Tae?” Namjoon asked again, his voice still dripping with concern.

“Yeah,” he said more confidently this time, “I’m sure.”

“Get on the bed, baby.” It was Yoongi this time who spoke softly, but with a lilt that signaled his mischievousness. The last person anyone would expect to use pet names was Yoongi, but the man surprisingly had a penchant for sweet nicknames—baby, babe, angel, slut. Taehyung did as he was told, crawling onto his bed on his hands and knees. “‘M gonna prep you, yeah?” Yoongi muttered and Taehyung heard the familiar opening click of the bottle of lube.

It was no secret in the household that most of them messed around with each other. Otherwise, how else were they supposed to release sexual frustrations and keep it out of the media? Taehyung had caught some of them in the act, had participated as well. Yoongi was one of his favorites, his fingers were so pretty and could always curl just enough to hit all the right spots inside of him. Which was exactly what he was doing then.

Taehyung let out a low moan as Yoongi twisted two of his fingers inside, stretching out his tight rim, scissoring to spread his muscles. It felt so good and knowing that the other members were right behind him, watching him, was a fact that only added fire to the low flame burning in the pit of his belly.

“So pretty, Tae,” Seokjin murmured, having walked around and hand moving to brush his bangs aside. The younger boy let out a pitiful sound that had Seokjin leaning down to kiss him sweet on the lips. The eldest of them took in every small gasp Taehyung released whenever Yoongi stuck another finger in, enough to open him up.

When he could feel his ass gape, Yoongi pulled his fingers out, leaving a sort of cold emptiness that had him whining. Namjoon gave his ass a slap, watching the soft flesh jiggle. Someone let out a moan behind him—could’ve been Hoseok but he couldn’t really tell. Taehyung could feel each of their gazes burning into his opening.

He peeked over his shoulder to see Namjoon working on preparing the machine, which was basically drenching the toy with lube before positioning it behind Taehyung. Jimin moved forward and bent down and Taehyung saw as he snapped on a cock ring at the base of Taehyung’s length. God, he could already tell this was going to be torturous. Jeongguk and Jimin then moved in front of him, while the rest of them stayed behind Taehyung. Taehyung puckered his lips, begging for a kiss. Jimin giggled and humored him, crouching down to level his face with Taehyung’s before joining their lips together. Jimin’s lips were so soft and plush, like a pillow he could kiss for eternity. His erratic heart calmed down ever so slightly as he melted into Jimin’s kiss. Jeongguk made a noise of displeasure before scooting Jimin aside to kiss Taehyung himself, his tongue slipping in between Taehyung’s lips to tangle with the elder boy’s. While Jimin liked gentle, slow kisses, Jeongguk nipped and moved his lips against Taehyung’s quickly.

Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat when the toy he had been anticipating began to nudge at his opening. He squirmed a little, shifting his ass back, but Jeongguk was quick to distract him with his mouth again, his tongue licking up the insides of his cheeks. The toy pushed in completely into him, filling him up full.

When Yoongi flipped the switch to the lowest setting, Taehyung released another deep groan indicating his satisfaction. The silicone toy pushed into him at a very slow pace, sliding in and out. “Goddamn,” Hoseok hissed behind him, “that looks so pretty.”

“Mm, did you hear that, Tae?” Namjoon smiled, placing his hand on Taehyung’s butt and rubbing it soothingly. “You’re so pretty, Hoseok’s already so hard for you, darling.”

A small whimper slipped past his lips. Hoseok’s cock was definitely one of his favorites, long and curvy, always able to hit all the right spots. The image of him being stiff and ready had his mouth watering. “W-wanna see Hoseokie-hyung’s cock,” he pleaded.

As a response, Hoseok stepped around, pants already gone as he began to palm his dick through the thin material of his boxers. Taehyung could see the tip peeking out from the hem as Hoseok smirked, nudging his crotch in the boy’s direction. As if on instinct, Taehyung’s tongue stuck out to trace the outline of the elder boy’s cock, fingers scrambling to tug on the fabric. Hoseok eased the process for him and kicked away his boxers, leaving his cock for the taking. Taehyung whimpered at the gorgeous sight, watching intently as Hoseok began to stroke his cock with his slick hands.

“Like my cock, Tae?” Hoseok teased, “want it in your mouth?”

“Mmmph,” Taehyung sighed, “yeah, want your cock, hyungie.” The dildo pushing into him at a numbingly slow pace wasn’t doing much for him anymore. Hoseok smirked, stepping forward as Taehyung opened up his mouth, tongue sticking out. He smacked the tip of his cock against the boy’s lips, smearing precome on his tongue. Taehyung whined in protest, wanting more. However, before he could say anymore, Yoongi clicked on the remote to up the setting two levels.

He jolted forward with a choked gasp that bubbled up his throat, groaning at the furious intrusion into his ass. The dildo fucked him harder and faster, Taehyung sliding back a tad further just so the makeshift cock could reach deeper.

Namjoon appeared within his periphery then, muttering praises about how good of a boy Taehyung was, how he was taking the cock so well. He had also gotten rid of his pants, stroking the length in his hands, thrusting his hips to the rhythm of Taehyung’s movements whenever the dildo slid into him. “God, you look so good, Taehyung-ah, so pretty. Look at you taking the cock so well,” Namjoon hummed, running his fingers through Taehyung’s hair.

Taehyung had his elbows planted on the bed, arms shaking, weak with pleasure. Every inch of his being felt as if it had been lit on fire, his body trembling with how incredible everything felt. Yoongi showed up then as his eyes became slightly blurry, gaze clouded with lust. “Such a good little slut,” the shorter man groaned, burying his hand in Taehyung’s hair to jerk his head back. He nudged at Taehyung’s closed lips with the tip of his cock, urging the younger boy to open up. Taehyung did and let Yoongi cup his face as he slowly fucked his mouth.

He loved it. He loved every single second of it. With Yoongi calling him a dirty, cockslut and fucking his hollow cheeks, Namjoon and Hoseok seemed to take pleasure in Yoongi’s filthy words as they jerked their cocks close to his face. Taehyung could smell their masculine scents oozing with sex.

Seokjin meanwhile had stopped halfway down the bed, his body crouching down as his hand reached up to fondle Taehyung’s sensitive nipple. “Got such pretty tits, Taehyung,” Seokjin cooed, flicking the perky bud. Taehyung let out a whimper, pushing down his chest for more contact. Seokjin’s hands toyed and pinched his pink peaks, quickly stiffening with how good it felt for the eldest to touch him like that. “You’re so cute, look at your nipples. They’re so stiff and hard for us, aren’t they, Tae?”

Taehyung released Yoongi’s cock with a pop long enough to respond with a guttural moan to Seokjin. “Hnnng, yeah, hyung. My nipples are—ah!—so sensitive. L-like it when you play with them.”

“That’s right, baby, the prettiest nipples,” Seokjin crooned, his fingers still twisting and squeezing. Delicious pain shot through Taehyung’s veins with every touch and he could see Seokjin’s other hand wandering down between his legs from the corner of his eye.

Yoongi growled and loosened his hold on Taehyung only to be taken over by Jeongguk. “H-hyung,” the younger boy whimpered, “want you to suck my cock too.”

“So needy, Jeonggukie-ah,” Taehyung chuckled, “come give me your cock, baby. I want to suck you until you’re coming down my throat.”

The youngest let out a small whine at the thought, quickly replacing Yoongi to take his spot in front of Taehyung. He sucked Jeongguk’s cock hard, rounded the head with the press of his tongue and stroked up from the base to the tip. Jeongguk moaned in pleasure as Taehyung deep throated him, gagging slightly around the thick cock. “Such a nice fat cock, Jeongguk-ah,” Taehyung groaned around the boy’s member.

Namjoon took Taehyung’s hand and wrapped it around his own cock. “Come on, love,” he sweetly said, “stroke my cock, yeah?” Taehyung nodded and, with his lips still enveloping Jeongguk’s cock, started to tug on Namjoon’s length. He watched, mesmerized, by the uncut skin of his friend’s dick, observing how the foreskin would shift back to reveal the head only to disappear again into the layer.

It wasn’t long before Jeongguk was coming down Taehyung’s throat, warm semen slipping down as he swallowed every last drop. Jeongguk was always the fastest, never being able to control himself for long when it came to sex. It was cute and innocent, just the way all his hyungs liked it. Jeongguk stepped back then and let Taehyung focus his attention on pleasing Namjoon and Hoseok, who took Jeongguk’s place and began to fuck into his mouth. While Jeongguk had let Taehyung take control, Hoseok was more aggressive, pushing into Taehyung’s mouth, past his tongue, and enjoying how great it felt to choke Taehyung with his dick. Sweat beaded his forehead as he pushed into the younger boy’s mouth, panting heavily. “Fuck, Tae, your mouth is so hot and so good. You’re such a cockslut, like all of our cocks don’t you? You’d probably take all of us at the same time if you could. We’d fuck all your holes, baby.”

Taehyung trembled with his words, thighs shaking. The stimulation in his ass already had him shaking, his hand and mouth busy entertaining his friends. He felt so, so filthy being used like a little fucktoy, but he loved every second of it. It was true he absolutely loved having his holes filled, being fucked out of his mind, but damn if the attention from all his friends didn’t drive him to the edge.

Namjoon spilled into his hand then, white coating his digits as Namjoon fucked out his orgasm between his fingers. He breathed heavily and placed a soft kiss on Taehyung’s forehead, thanking him quietly, before joining Jeongguk on Namjoon’s bed. Taehyung watched as the two started to kiss and make out, Jeongguk letting out whines that echoed across the room.

Seokjin was stroking his cock near Taehyung’s face, his lips stained with Jeongguk’s and Hoseok’s come and his hand grossly humid with Namjoon’s. However, Seokjin paid it no mind and instead used Namjoon’s come to lubricate his cock again as he let Taehyung shift his hand up and down. Taehyung’s thumb traced the throbbing head of Seokjin’s cock, digging into the slit and pressing down. He knew Seokjin liked that, knew that Seokjin was close, and he was right when the eldest came with that familiar high-pitched moan. His come only added to the thickness that already coated Taehyung’s fingers, making his hand drip with white like paint.

His mouth was still busy, stuffed full with Hoseok’s cock. “Fuck, baby, just like that, yeah suck it,” Hoseok muttered, swinging his godsent hips just the right way to fuck into every corner of Taehyung’s mouth. “Such a pretty mouth, Tae, made to eat cock,” Hoseok groaned, “but I don’t want to come yet. Not yet.” He said the last part more for himself than Taehyung as he slipped out, holding the base of his cock and squeezing his eyes shut. The elder had a thing for denying himself orgasms and Taehyung couldn’t really complain because he knew how gratifying it was to wait it out.

Taehyung nearly forgot why he was there in the first place until the toy began to drill into him. The machine was relentless, fucking into him at a furious pace that had him writhing and crying into the sheets. Yoongi chuckled behind him and Taehyung glanced over his shoulder to see the elder staring at it so intently. Taehyung could’ve imagined what a fucking sight he must’ve been. A toy pounding into him, sliding in at an inhuman tempo that had him mewling and crying tears. Everything felt so overwhelming, his lungs tightening in his chest, and he wanted to come so, so badly but the cock ring was holding him back.

Yoongi was the next to finish as he fucked his hand hard to the sight of Taehyung’s ass getting split open by the machine. It truly was a magnificent piece of art and Taehyung being pounded in such a way should’ve been displayed in a museum. He jerked his cock a few more times before he was painting Taehyung’s pretty, tanned ass with streaks of ivory. His moan resounded through Taehyung’s body, stiffening his body even more and fueling his desire to come. “Good boy, Tae, you did so well,” he grunted, giving his butt a light slap.

The machine was still fucking into him, leaving no room for mercy until Jimin took it upon his own hands to release Taehyung of his misery. The boy was quiet as he switched it off and helped Taehyung move with his jelly-like limbs, and Taehyung didn’t know why until Jimin pulled Taehyung onto his lap, the slightly younger boy letting out a squeak as he did so. His ass was still raw, his hole hanging open, and Jimin slipped into him easily.

“Can I fuck you, Tae? Want me to finish you off, baby?” Jimin murmured softly. Although most might think that perhaps Yoongi had the most sadistic side of the group, Jimin had to be on top of that list. He had a delighted twinkle in his eye seeing Taehyung squirming in pain, tear streaks down his face.

“P-please, Jiminie, I want to c-come.”

Jimin gave him a look of feigned sympathy, brushing his long bangs away from his face as he placed a deep kiss on Taehyung’s lips. For a second, Taehyung thought that he was done, that he would get what he wanted. But instead, Jimin whispered against his lips, “Not yet, baby.”

His entire body tensed at his words as he stared at Jimin incredulously. “W-what? Why?”

The man blinked at him as if the answer was obvious. “Well, Hoseokie and I haven’t come, have we? You’re our little fuck toy, baby, so you can’t come until we do.”

Taehyung let out a small, hopeless whimper. He knew, of course, that he could safeword out anytime and that all of them would be quick to stop, but… he didn’t want to. He nodded obediently and Jimin smiled, softly whispering how he was such a good boy for listening.

“Now, once you ride me and I come inside you, and Hoseok finishes too, you’ll be allowed to come. Sound good?”

“Y-yes,” Taehyung stammered.

Jimin gave his ass a light pat to go ahead. Easing Jimin in and out of him turned out to be a feat. His legs were so sore and so was his ass, but it still felt so good to have Jimin’s big cock filling him up again. It was just the right size to fit into his ass, his rim seeming to mold around the length. He slowly rode the other boy, letting his cock slide in and out of his fucked out hole. It was mind-numbingly good to have an actual dick inside of him after being screwed senseless by a piece of machinery. Jimin’s cock felt warm and snug inside of him, felt so good and filled him up real tight. Jimin kept his hands on Taehyung’s hips and helped guide his rise and fall. However, he then began to pick up the pace by lifting up his hips in tempo with Taehyung’s sinking down on his cock. It hit deep inside of him, hit him hard, and it happened over and over again.

Taehyung slammed his eyes shut and lost himself in the pure, unadulterated sensations that drove him to the brink. But fuck if that cock ring wasn’t a pain. While Jimin filled his ass with the heat of his pleasure, Taehyung was left dryly unsatisfied once again, writhing in pain as his ass tightened around Jimin and milked him dry. He leaned forward, breathing hard against Jimin’s shoulder.

“You did so well, Tae,” Jimin murmured softly, “you’re almost there, baby. Thank you for this.”

“Anytime, Jiminie,” he said—or so he thought, because he figured his voice sounded like garbled gibberish at that point. Jimin slipped out of him, come dripping out of his hole lewdly, and stepped aside.

When Taehyung looked up in desperate seek for Hoseok, the elder looked about ready to combust. He quickly pulled Taehyung to his lap, allowing Taehyung to straddle his body. Gently, he tugged the ring off, finally releasing Taeyung of his misery as he wept in appreciation. Hoseok wrapped both their cocks in his hand, stroking them together and tugging on the lengths. It felt so good to finally have some friction on his cock as blood began to return his ability to feel. Hoseok curled his fingers around and jerked them both hard and fast, the two panting in synchrony with the beating of their hearts.

Taehyung could practically taste his climax. It was so close. He could just—oh fuck. Hoseok poured out his come first before Taehyung followed suit, their liquids mixing together into a pool that drenched Taehyung’s sheets. Hoseok kept going, pumping their cocks together and drawing out their orgasms for as long as possible. Every part of Taehyung was aching and screaming, but everything felt so fucking good that he really couldn’t complain.

“H-holy shit, hyung,” Taehyung whined, weak fingers trying to get Hoseok to relent, but the elder wanted Taehyung to get the most out of it, wringing his cock of every drop of come.

“Good job, Tae, you did so fucking good, baby,” Hoseok smiled, tired as he finally slumped back, hand hanging limp by his side.

Taehyung was about to fall asleep from the exhaustion that drained every fibre of his being. However, he was alerted awake when he felt the ground disappear from beneath him. He looked up lazily to see Namjoon smiling softly at him, the world swaying before him. The elder gently lowered him down into a tub filled with warm water to soothe the pain, Taehyung letting out a hissed cry with his skin touching the heat. “We’ll get you all cleaned up and tuck you into bed, Taehyung-ah,” Namjoon said, grabbing the softest sponge they had as he began to scrub Taehyung clean of all the grime.

“T-tired, hyung,” Taehyung mumbled, sleep weighing down heavy on his eyelids.

Namjoon smiled as the others lurked behind them, preparing everything Taehyung needed to settle into bed peacefully. “You did well today, Tae. We’ll take good care of you.”

[selfshipstuff]

Love Tropes Asks: Emily

fuck it

im gonna do this again because it was really fun last time actually

Aborted Declaration of Love

Okay, so Emily strikes me as the sort of person who’s a little tentative when it comes to new feelings. She’s very empathetic, but she’s also... reserved, and she’s been conditioned to keep that sort of thing under wraps basically all her life-- thanks to both her mother’s career and her own. So, while she’s aware of her feelings-- and probably mine, too, I mean she is a profiler-- she seems like the type to just... quietly go about it without a word, just like... quietly loving and doing things for someone rather than confessing. Eventually, I would get anxious enough to push myself into confessing to her (and Spencer at the same time, because it’s poly) and I mean... it would be messy, because it’s me, but they’re both very empathetic and understanding and sweet. It goes really well, actually, because what my dumb oblivious ass hadn’t noticed was that they were both already aware of their mutual gay suffering over me and that they were bonding over it. (I say gay suffering but we are actually all bisexual so SUCK IT BIPHOBES)

Accidental Hand-Hold

First time holding Emily’s hand, huh? Hm... I actually have no idea! Wow, now that you mention it though, I really wanna be the one to greet her when the team gets back from a case and just... rush up and thread our fingers together and give her a kiss... ndfkjgnknkj tell her I missed her and that I was worried (but only a little worried because I trust her and her ability to handle herself, even if the job is dangerous) and then just give her a chance to talk about it if she needs to because I know the cases are hard on all of them,, but anyway that’s off topic ksjdkjk

Uhhh, honestly, when she’s not on the clock or out on a case, we probably hold hands all the time? 

After-Action Patch-Up

So, this probably happens more often the other way around. I don’t have a very dangerous job, unlike her-- although, taking care of all the kids I keep adopting can lead to scrapes and such; usually, it’s me fretting over her injuries with hovering hands and dainty kisses, amongst other soft gay things. On the off occasion that I do get hurt, she’s very concerned and doting, lowkey overprotective. She’ll insist on doing things for me so that I don’t have to.

Almost Kiss

Uh... hm. Well, our first kiss would probably be... soft. Hesitant, but happy. I imagine it would probably happen after a late night of decompressing: maybe she’s nursing a glass of wine she’s barely touched and we’re both just having a good time talking, all soft smiles and laughter. Maybe a good night kiss?

Beautiful Dreamer

Normally I’m already asleep by the time she gets home from working a case, so the answer to this one is that she’s more likely to watch me snooze with soft, adoring eyes. Probably gives a little kiss to my forehead before turning over to the other side to go to sleep herself. Very occasionally, I might consult on a case, and on the ride home, she might doze off in the jet, in which case I definitely pass the time by watching her sleep while listening to my playlist of sappy love songs.

Bodyguard Crush

How does she make me feel safe?? Dude, she’s FBI. She was with Interpol. She’s great at kicking ass and she’s one of the best at profiling. Having her in my life makes me feel a million times safer not just because of what she does, but because of what she knows and who she is. 

Caught in the Rain

Oh, she’s shocked and slightly disappointed at first. “Oh. Oh no--” is probably the first thing out of her mouth, but then she glances over and sees me grinning and that train of thought promptly halts. Personally, I love the rain, and it doesn’t particularly bother her, so she’d be just fine with it "interrupting" our date. 

Grow Old with Me

I’m honestly not sure how long Emily and I (and Spencer and I, since I get with both of them around the same time in-universe) would’ve been together by now in canon. As for IRL feelings, I’ve been crushing on her for a shorter length of time than Spencer. I think it’s been... 3 or 4 years for Emily? And less than that since I started actively shipping with her. 

Laugh of Love

Emily is less serious than people think she is!! She’s not all work and no play, I promise. She loves to tease and fool around, usually with me, Spence, or Derek. Most of her humor’s a little sharp, but she’s also one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met, so I know she doesn’t mean it. (Besides, her compliments make me melt.) A popular choice is the four of us bantering and teasing each other, because that always makes everybody laugh.

Love Epiphany

Well, in-universe, I definitely think they’re amazing right away, but Spencer and Emily both figure out that they like me a little before I realize I like them. Actually, it’s funny, but uhhhhh they bond over their mutual suffering over me being oblivious to their feelings skjndksjnfk (I’m not actually OBLIVIOUS, I notice the things that are flirting, but I write them off because I don’t want to jump to conclusions OKAY--)

For me? It takes a little longer. I STILL haven’t decided when exactly we get together, and who even knows when my feelings developed tbh

Marry for Love

Oh, we’re not married, just dating. She n’ Spence and I haven’t really talked about that sort of thing, which is... even more necessary than it would be normally, since there are three of us, so we have to figure out whether we want that and if so, which of them I’d be marrying, and what that entails. I’m not really sure if I could choose between them, honestly? Ideally, I would marry both of them, if it were possible. 

It would be an... interesting ceremony. Separate “I Do”s for each pair, probably Emily first and Spencer second, just alphabetically. Hotch walks me down the aisle, as my dad, and then for the other two... Diana walks Spence, because thankfully it’s one of her good days, and Morgan walks Emily-- she’s closer to Derek than she is to her mom, and honestly, her mother has this vibe where I feel like she’d choose to attend to work duties over her daughter’s wedding. 

Post-Kiss Catatonia

After the first kiss, we’re mostly just soft and smiley?? I dunno what to tell you, we’re simply just gay

Sickeningly Sweethearts

PDA isn’t huge with us, honestly. She’s more reserved than me, and I respect that. However, her tone and expression when she addresses me in front of the team or in the office is still pretty telling-- although if I’m acting as a consultant and she refers to me as her partner, we do sometimes have to clarify, because locals seem to think that means I’m an FBI agent as well, like... no, babes, we’re just in love

You Must Be Cold

Bold of you to assume I get cold!!! In fact, she’s less tolerant of the cold than I am, and it’s the cutest thing when she’s wearing the government-issued insulated jacket (with the FBI insignia, of course) and bantering with me in disbelief over how I’m wearing just a light jacket in the snow. She pretends like she’s miffed over it, but really she likes that I’m warm skjdnkk

Zip Me Up

Honestly, most days we don’t even wake up around the same time, because she’ll get called off to work in the night or something, but even when we do, we don’t really help each other get dressed. Actually, if anything, we’re sort of a hindrance to each other, because we tend to hang on each other and wrap our arms around each other’s waists. On our off days, we stay in our pajamas and house clothes fairly often.