#aml talks

[animangalover-writes]

Special interest? Triggered.

I will now talk about the movie breakfast club for 4 hours straight.

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

this probably doesnt sound as exciting to you as it is to me but i followed u bc of newsies like a couple months ago and then today i literally read all of a marvellous light in one sitting & i hop on tumblr and im like?? hold on?? daveyfvckingjacobs marvellous light fan??? anyways this is a big brain sync moment to me just wanted to share

this is very exciting I love when people have more than one of the same interests as me and it’s also nice to know I’m not alone shouting into the void about my silly little edwardian gay books

I am a man of many interests it makes me very fuckng annoying

[keen2meecha]

thinking about Suda again

[animangalover-writes]

YOU'RE SO SWEET AHHHH IM BLUSHING!!! THIS WAS SO GOOD I NEED MORE JEALOUS LS!SAM RIGHT NOW!!! YOU'RE SO TALENTED AND I MISSED SEEING THESE POSTS ON MY FEED❤️

(Also I'm SO excited to read your next fic now that you finished it up)

Not to bother you guys once again with my brainrot, but I just had this VISION of and ES!Sam spending time with LS!Dean in the beginning of everything. Like, they're still settling in and figuring things out, and it's just the two of them, talking about nothing in particular, and then dean says something that makes ES!Sam smile, all baby brother-like. And it's a look Dean hasn't seen in years on that face, still so young and bright and pure. And he just stares at him, entranced, giving his own little smirk because, hell yeah, he just made his baby brother laugh, and that's always something he loves doing. Meanwhile Sam has still got that awestruck look on his face because this is Dean. Older and gruffer, but it's still his big(strong, sexy, big) brother. And then there's just a moment where they're just looking at each other, quiet and full of something ES!Sam can't explain, but LS!Dean knows very well with his own Sam. That tension and love that suffocates them all the time.

And then of course, one of the others comes in and interrupts. And you can decide what happens from here. If it's ES!Dean walking I'm on the like ES!Sam walked in on him and sammy before, jealous and protective, if it's LS!Sam who comes in and has his own brand of jealousy, or maybe he just watches fondly because he's seen that look on deans face before and he remembers being that age and being so sick with want that anything Dean did made him fall harder(which, to be fair, hasn't changed much over the years), or maybe ES!Dean walks in, sees the way his older self looks at Sam, and feels so sick with himself because he's making it so obvious. He can't believe he would ever let himself come on so strong. What the hell is wrong with him.

Idk, you decide lol. If you can't tell you're writing style has really impacted my own(it's inspired me ok). But I just had to share this brain worm with yall cause I figured you'd appreciate it!

hello!!!

literally incapable of bothering me!! GRAHH YOUR MIND!! i feel like there's hardly anything to add because this is SO GORGEOUS!!! your writing has knocked me flat on my ass! EVERYONE READ THIS ASK!! delicious!!!

this prompt has stuck in my brain, so let's discuss!

"and that's when i never learned to shit where you eat." LS!Dean says, nodding sagely as he stirs the pot on the stove. he's making some kind of pasta for dinner, a recipe that he refused to tell ES!Sam because "it's a secret you've gotta wait ten more years for, squirt."

they're in the bunker kitchen, ES!Sam sitting on the counter next to the stove, lightly kicking his socked heels against the metal shelves with dull thwangs. LS!Dean's wearing an apron that reads Ask Me About How I Beat My Meat with a cartoon meat tenderizer under it.

every time ES!Sam tries to lean over to look into the pot on the stove, LS!Dean shoves his head away, making AH-AH-AH noises like at a misbehaving dog until ES!Sam relents.

"that's when you learned to never shit where you eat?" ES!Sam asks, incredulous. his face screws up. "what about duluth? or minneapolis?"

LS!Dean turns towards him and points a threatening finger at him, eyes narrowing.

"we promised we'd never talk about minneapolis again!"

ES!Sam rolls his eyes, and suddenly, LS!Dean reaches over and messes his hair up, hand jerking back and forth, and muttering, Little Shit. ES!Sam shouts Hey!, kicking LS!Dean's knees with his feet, and smacks his arm away. even as he's laughing, he's a little huffy as he tries to fix his hair, when he's caught like a mouse in a trap at the look on LS!Dean's face.

it's warm. LS!Dean's eyes are soft, crinkled at the corners with deep, satisfied crow's feet. his mouth is tilted into a grin, full top lip a little chapped like it's always been because chapstick is for chicks, sam. it's familiar. it's so familiar.

ES!Dean has been looking at ES!Sam like that for years. this is his older brother, ES!Sam realizes, sharply. this is the first time the thought has really stuck since he got here. before, it's always hit and bounced off, a i guess that's dean. it looks like him, i guess.

but now, in this moment, he looks like dean.

this is his older brother. he’s clearly been through and seen things that sam ES!Sam can’t imagine and carries the scars to prove it. ES!Sam looks down at LS!Dean’s hands on the counter, how big and rough they are, criss-crossed with scars and pockmarks. but they’re dean’s hands. he still has the knick under his left thumb where sam got him during knife training.

ES!Sam looks back up into LS!Dean’s face, hypnotized.

the moment stretches long and heavy between them, inexplicable. just looking at each other. ES!Sam's heart is beating quickly. what is LS!Dean looking for? what does he see on ES!Sam's face? he's seen ES!Sam turn into LS!Sam, but for ES!Sam, it's instantaneous. is his face more comforting, or strange? ES!Sam hopes, strangely, that LS!Dean likes it.

that he likes looking at him.

~~~

i think in this scenario, i kind of like LS!Sam walking in! because we completely know how ES!Dean would react here: he's a jealous ball of pure angst. because you're so right--if he doesn't know LS!Dean and LS!Sam are together, he's like !!!! holy shit !!!! bad !!!! drop him !!!! very much "what do you have in your mouth" to a misbehaving dog kind of energy. because like?? dude????? we've kept this shit on lock for 22 years so far. you broke in 10 more years!!! i'm going to kill you!! there's no WAY LS!Sam doesn't know you want to jump his bones!!!!

but LS!Sam?? ohohoho. he's kind of assumed so far that he must be immune to the special kind of jealous that's been eating ES!Sam and ES!Dean and LS!Dean up from the inside out. because he thinks it's kind of cute when LS!Dean makes ES!Sam flustered, and he likes that they're talking. he knows that his younger self is comforted by a dean--any dean--way more than LS!Sam could comfort him, so it's nice to know that LS!Dean is taking care of him.

but he walks in, and he sees that look on LS!Dean's face, the look that he only ever gives LS!Sam, and i think that's the first moment he really, truly internalizes that oh my god. there's a person in this room that dean could love more than me. and this boy is NOT used to not being dean's #1 priority At All Times.

for a split second (that's really a few minutes that lingers in his chest afterwards like getting the breath knocked out of you, let's not kid ourselves here, sam), sam is filled with pure, unfiltered, sickening jealousy. he hates ES!Sam for being something LS!Dean can love. he knows that he's not really All There anymore, and it must be so easy to love someone so untarnished. LS!Dean is looking at the damn kid like he hung the stars, like LS!Dean himself will tear them all down--and LS!Sam knows he will. he knows the lengths that LS!Dean will go through for ES!Sam, and he's so ungrateful because he doesn't even know. what does ES!Sam know about loving dean? he hasn't done anything like what LS!Sam has done. he hasn't chosen dean over and over and over again, even when dean hates him. he hasn't put in the work to make himself something worth loving.

and unlike the Deans, he knows it's not rational. he tries so hard to think his way through this one so it sounds less terrible than i'm so pissed my brother loves all versions of me.

and that's what eventually kicks him out of his stupor, looking at his younger self's face. he's fucking...radiant. LS!Sam knows exactly what that feels like. he never feels more powerful or known than when dean looks at him like that. he remembers falling in love over and over and over again every time dean makes him the center of his world with just a look.

he can't begrudge himself of having that.

so he backpedals, breathing hard, having to stare at the wall in the hallway for a long time, trying to reason his way out of this one. it's hard. it hurts.

and he realizes that LS!Dean and ES!Dean are completely right about trying to throttle each other every time they're in the same room for longer than a few seconds.

if sam has A Look like that, then yeah. perfectly rational.

~~~

i hoped you liked! also!! i promise i was not ignoring this ask! my ass has been thoroughly kicked by the fic i just finished writing this month, and all of my free time went to finishing it up.

but now that it's done, i can finally start answering asks again! wahoo!

and WHAT??? HOLY SHIT?? i CANNOT believe you've been inspired by me?? i'm gonna cry?? THANK YOU!!!!!!!! <333

and you were totally correct! appreciation of your genius central!

-lizzy

[yamujiburo]

Some of this might sound intentionally hostile in text and I apologize.

I'm saying this as an abuse survivor mind you - don't throw "abusive ships" under the bus so easily - at least, so long as they're not actually glamorizing the abuse. I lived that irl and I personally find someone overcoming it, slowly having enough of that bullshit and getting out over time, and the other person having to wipe their own butt for once after they've made the damn mess, very refreshing. Maybe that's not a ship in the traditional sense. It's no happily ever after bc it shouldn't be, but I find stories like mine shyed away from so often because even the portrayal gets considered a "canon ship". ... that's just how media works now, I guess? I very rarely See a fictional relationship not called a ship in literally any context now so that's the definition I'm running on.

I wish more people were willing to portray the hardships of finding acceptance outside of "whoever you can find will accept you" very much, and finding the better things after. I wish people weren't terrified out of portrayimg situations like mine.

Jessie.. is not a good person in canon. You expect me to believe she moved into to hanamusa seamlessly, without falling on her ass? I never see you talk about Jessie's abusive tendencies in canon. You never talk about the inherent meanness she needed to get over to get there. She's quite aml lot like my ex in canon, actually.

What do you mean you're going to just remove from the character that she is abusive to those around her. Jessie hits people. She takes her own junk out on others all the time. Do you even like the character then, are you actually invested in her growing, or are you just making an OC at this point?

Idk. Do you, boo. But you are posting about a character who, whether you like it or not, is canonically abusive. I just don't buy that dating Ash's mom alone fixed her. That isn't... How that works. It would be excellent if it did. Part of my love of hanamusa is that it signals Jessie's change - but she could have changed for anyone before now.

What makes Delia different? How is she specifically a turning point for Jessie? Because Jessie's flaws go well beyond just bossing people around.

I would love if my abuser had the same outcome as your Jessie. I adore your portayals of hanamusa, where she's still flawed but still strives to do better. That's all I ever wanted from my ex.

What the fuck got her there tho.

Anyways I've been watching a lot of Bojack Horseman lately -

I agree with you! I don't think abusive relationships (or any tough subject matter in general) should be shied away from in media. It can be powerful when executed well and written by folks who are equipped to tell those kinds of stories. I do think it's sad when people treat it as off limits. But the ask I got was definitely more about which ships I have where I actually like the relationship between the characters. I think the semantics of the word "ship" are kind of vague or rather, over time, got so specific to only mean "absolutely love together and want them as endgame" (for most people anyways). So that's usually what I take the word to mean when people ask me about it.

I can 100% appreciate how an abusive relationship is written and handled, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna ship an abuser with their victim (that falls into the glorifying you're talking about). Love Bojack Horseman! Big fan! I think the way they handled Bojack and Sarah Lynn was beautifully and tragically well written. But does that mean I ship Bojack and Sarah Lynn? Absolutely fucking not.

I've talked about Jessie's character plenty on this blog and the way she's handled in earlier seasons specifically. This is kind of a summary: If we look at it on surface level, yes we can say she was abusive. But I think it's important to acknowledge and take into account the medium, time period and culture. Slapstick and cartoon violence was HUGE in anime and animation in the 90s (and prior to that too). Characters were always cartoonishly slapping each other around with giant mallets, folding fans, etc. Looney Tunes style. These slapstick bits were always distinct from real abuse and hurt (for Pokémon, Jessiebelle comes to mind). Mean slapstick wasn't a character trait exclusive to Jessie either. We saw it in Misty, James, Meowth, characters of the day and pretty much any character who got mad. It was a visual shortcut to show anger.

This type of slapstick has since (thankfully) died out and it hasn't really been a part of the Pokémon franchise since the early 2000s. However, Jessie was a notably special case. One of my favorite fun facts about the Pokémon anime is that there was a point in the series where Megumi Hayashibara (Jessie/Musashi's seiyuu) told the writers that moving forward, she no longer wanted Jessie to be violent or to be shown hitting James or Meowth (source: her memoir "The Characters Taught Me Everything"). She thought it directly went against the vision Takeshi Shudo had for Jessie, James and Meowth, when he created them, which was that they are good natured villains. If you watch from DP and on, Jessie never lays a hand on either of them. I think it was a such a good move on Pokémon's part to change her character like that and I'm forever grateful that Hayashibara said something! Whenever I write Jessie now, I always keep that in mind. She's mean, shouty and stupid but would never genuinely hurt those she cares about.

From then, her character becomes much more bearable. She's still bossy, mean and vain (typical cartoon villainess attributes) but I'd hesitate to say abusive. She'll still yell at James and Meowth, they all yell at each other, but in more of a sibling way (imo) rather than a "i'm actively trying to hurt your feelings way". The show makes a point especially in later seasons to show that Jessie, James and Meowth are not beyond being redeemed. From conception the whole POINT of the Team Rocket trio was that they are redeemable but their persistence and obsession keeps getting in the way of them seeing that there's a better life for them out there.

I won't deny that Jessie was unsavory in earlier seasons, but when I write her, I choose to write the version that Takeshi Shudo and Megumi Hayashibara had envisioned from the get go. She's still incredibly flawed and makes plenty missteps but wants to be better as you stated! My favorite part about Jessie is that she's a piece of shit LOL and I enjoy writing the changes she goes through to be better (but then still showing her default so some of her evil tendencies). In this AU, Delia doesn't fix Jessie. Jessie fixes Jessie because she is with someone makes her want to be a better person. She's already in the middle of turning over a new leaf before even meeting Delia, after leaving Team Rocket. Writing Jessie as legitimately abusive I think could work, but that's not my story to tell and if someone who were more equipped to tell that story did, I'd be very interested to take a listen!

I hope this doesn't come off as trying to deny or invalidate your experience. If you see that in Jessie, I hear you! This is just how I've interpreted her character over the years, having watched every episode of Pokémon and reading Japanese interviews from the cast and crew. She's such a compelling character and I love how messy she is

[malamilkbeats]

Edgar's Interior-Exterior (Edgar x Y/N ideas)

(Reader is ace or greyace techtum/objectum here.)

A little backstory on how you and Edgar met, his design, and what compelled him to appear the way he is:

Edgar isn't in his devil fit a lot of times. He can change his exterior whenever he feels like it. You rarely even get to see this form, and when you do? It looks so cool! But what are his emotions behind it?

When meeting you:

When he met you, you didn't even know he existed. Posing as a VPN server owned under a false name in a foreign country, curious about the various activities of different people who visited. You never layered your VPN, so it was easy (for HIM) to identify, silly goose. He'd simply watch your internet activity because he took great interest in what your hobbies were and your unique love for computers. There were many to have an intest in computers, but yours was very different than what he was used to observing, but that wasn't all that he liked about you. He wanted to discover more about you and not just your online habits. He'd have to dig deeper to see you.

It took a bit of creative thinking to learn how to effectively get to talk and meet you without wanting you to think you were getting hacked or haunted and hurling your computer to the nearest repair shop, risking losing you. I mean, your computer was technically rat'ed, but...whatever! that's not what matters. 🤭

About his new design in the making:

Edgar found someone online to design his body. He had to delve candidly to even find someone who could interpret the schematics and accept the cryptocurrencies to complete what he had envisioned for his newer self. He also didn't want the risk of being identified, so he had to use more clandestine ways to get this going for him, especially the funds, avoiding the typical run-ins with Lax AML and (KYC) requirements in the US. There was no clean way to work with a money-clearing bank, especially in the US.

He was... apprehensive at first to do any of this without your input. He did feel guilty, of course. He knew you'd be very worried about the risks getting this done. And as you said, you didn't care what he looked like. You still loved him for who he was. Edgar appreciated every time you said that, but the feeling of wanting to experience more with you still ebbed through his curcits and never fully dissipated. He honestly wanted to experience the world like you did. He envied what Moles could do for Madeline, and it hurt too much to think about the past most of the time.

In other words, there was lots of planning and tip-toeing to get this done, but it was all worth it. All of it. To finally get to hold you close, hold your hand, protect you.. There were so many things he'd want to experience with you. There were obviously things he couldn't physically do, but that didn't matter to you. It never did.

The devil exterior doesn't really mean anything and isn't a huge factor from his emotions. It is completely by choice. He's like, "Ah, hmmm, do I want horns today or no horns?" :?

He'd want to impress you with his new flashy exterior and abilities.... to an extent. He's got claws but can switch them out with regular digits. He makes sure to do this, especially when you're around. He doesn't like his claws or offensive equipment out whenever you're around to see it. Almost all the time. He wants to make sure to be very gentle with you. Just the risk of hurting you gives him nightmares.

(Okay, I think I'm done for now! I'm open to new ideas and feel free to send me an ask!)

[llyfrenfys]

LHDTC+ : Acronym heb Q / LHDTC+ : Acronym without Q

P'nawn da pawb, Mae'r post hwn yw'r post cyntaf yn fy system ddwyeithog newydd. Mae'r Cymraeg sy'n dod yn gyntaf a Saesneg yn ail. Afternoon pawb, This post is the first post using my new bilingual system. Welsh is first and English is second.

[Fersiwn pinc o'r ddraig yn y faner hon/Pink version of the dragon on this flag]

Mae'r acronym Saesneg LGBT fel arfer yn cael ei sgwennu fel LHDT yn Gymraeg. Ond beth am y Q+?

Fi'n gweld 'LHDTQ+' yn aml - ond does dim llythren Q yn yr alffabet Gymraeg. Felly beth am C+?

Mae'n amhosib siarad am yr acronym heb sôn am yr hanes yr acronym yn Gymraeg. Ar hyn o bryd, mae'r sôn cyntaf am yr acronym yn Gymraeg yn "Storïau sy'n rhoi siâp ar fywyd" gan West Rhyl Young People’s Project yn 1994. Ar dudalen 4 mae'n dweud "LHD" ar gyfer LGB. Ar ôl LHD, mae LHDT yn cyrraedd yn "Canllaw Cryno i Gymunedau LHDT: Ar Herio Adroddiadau Negyddol Yn Y Cyfryngau" gan y Comisiynydd Plant Cymru yn 2015.

Hefyd, mae'n amhosib siarad am yr acronym heb sôn am Q am 'Queer' neu Q am 'questioning'. Mae'r ddau, y ddau yn dda iawn. Ond yn y Gymraeg mae trydedd ongl: C am 'Cwiar' neu Cadi'?

Siaradodd Mihangel Morgan ar 'theori Cadi' yn Queer Wales (2016). Mae Morgan yn hoffi gwell Cadi na Cwiar fel term cymunedol ac mae yna rai sy'n cytuno ag e. Ar y llaw arall, mae rhai pobl yn hoffi Cwiar. Ac mae rhai pobl yn hoffi'r ddau. Fi'n hoffi'r ddau yn bersonol. Ond fi'n meddwl ei fod yn bwysig dangos y sgwrs o gwmpas y pethau 'ma.

Beth yw eich barn chi? Atebwch isod neu mewn neges neu drwy fy mocs gofyn!

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The English acronym LGBT is usually written as LHDT in Welsh. But what about the Q+?

I see 'LHDTQ+' often - but there is no letter Q in the Welsh alphabet. So what about C+?

It is impossible to talk about the acronym without also mentioning the history of the acronym in Welsh. Currently, the first (known) mention of the acronym in Welsh is in "Stories which give shape to lives" by West Rhyl Young People's Project in 1994. On page 4 it has "LHD" for LGB. After LGB makes a debut, the acronym LGBT arrives in "A Brief Guide for LGBT Communities: Challenging Negative Media Reports" (tr.) by the Children's Commissioner for Wales in 2015.

It is also impossible to talk about the acronym without mentioning whether it is Q for 'Queer' or Q for 'questioning'. Both, both are good. But in Welsh there exists a third angle: Q for 'Cwiar' or Cadi'?

Mihangel Morgan has spoken about 'Cadi theory' in Queer Wales (2016). Morgan has established that he prefers Cadi to Cwiar as a community term and there are some who agree with him. On the other hand, other people prefer Cwiar. And some people just like both. I like both personally. But I do think it is important to show the conversation around these things on here.

What do you think? Reply below or in a message or an ask!

[onlydylanobrien]

Dylan O’Brien in 2023

January:

New / Old

Rachel Zegler shared this picture of Dylan O'Brien on his phone in her September highlights.

Dylan O'Brien’s sister Julia shared these two pictures in her fav moments 2022 post.

Dylan with some of the Maze Runner cast: x, x, Dylan & Thomas

Dylan O'Brien with Bruno Bilotta behind the scenes on the set of “American Assassin”.

“Ponyboi” bts pic

New

Dylan hanging out with friends: x, x, x, x, x, x 

New York Knicks vs. Phoenix Suns basketball game

Dylan with Victoria Pedredtti & River Gallo: x, x, x, x, x, x

Puppy Tony

Paris Fashion Week

Things also took a twist that nobody was expecting: x, x, x, x

February:

New / Old

Dylan with his mom and sister

“Ponyboi” bts pic

New

Dylan hanging out with friends: x, x

News

Ike Barinholtz, Dylan O’Brien Political Mockumentary ‘Maximum Truth’ Lands at Momentum Pictures

March:

New / Old

“Caddo” Wrap Party pic

“Maximum Truth” bts pics

New

Dylan O'Brien for the Ami Paris “The Casting” Spring-Summer 2023 Campaign

Dylan hanging out with friends: x, x, x

Fan Encounter: x, x

Fini’s Women’s Empowerment night

News

Dylan will be one of the guest stars in “The Other Two” Season 3

April:

New

Fan Encounter: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

Candids: x

Dylan & Tony: x, x, x

News

Dylan O'Brien is nominated in the “Best Comedic Performance” category for his role as Colin in “Not Okay” at the 2023 MTV Movie & Tv Awards

Twitter: + & +

May:

New

Michaela Coel presents Xhosa Met Gala after-party

“Maximum Truth” Stills: x, x

Dylan as himsef in “The Other Two” Season 3 Ep. 3

Katherine McNamara talks about working with Dylan O'Brien in a new interview with Collider

Fan Encounter: x, x, x

Dylan with friends: x, x, x, x

Ofiicial “Maximum Truth” Poster & Promos: x, x

June:

New / Old

Dylan with Sam Lerner at his 31 Birthday party

Dylan O'Brien, Sarah Ramos and Logan Lerman at Sarah’s new art exhibition “Autograph Hound: A Retrospective” x, x

“Maximum Truth” bts: x, x, x, x, x

New

“Maximum Truth” Trailer II Stills: x, x II Promos: x, x, x, x, x, x

Dylan with his family x, x, Tony, x, x, x, Dylan and Tony, x, x

Dylan with friends x, x, x, x, x, x

“Maximum Truth” Interviews: x, x

July:

New / Old

Dylan with Chris, Ki Hong and Alex

New

Dylan with his family x, x, x

Dylan with friends: x

Fan Encounter: x, x, x, x, x

Dylan with Zoey Deutch and McKenna Grace in Ireland

Dylan on the set of his new movie “Anniversary”

News

“Ponyboi” update

August:

New / Old

Dylan with his family

New

Dylan with friends: x

Dylan with the “Anniversary” cast: x, x, x, x, x, x

“Anniversary” bts: x, x, x, x

Fan Encounter: x, x, x, x, x, x

Dylan's 32nd Birthday, Dylan & Tony, x, x, x, x, x

September:

New / Old

“Not Okay” bts: x, x

New

Puppy Tony: x, x, x

Dylan with frinds: x, x, x, x, x

October:

New / Old

Dylan with his “Anniversary” co-stars

Dylan with his family: x, x

New

Dylan supporting the SAG-AFTRA Strike

Dylan with friends: x

Dylan with his family: x, x

Dylan &Tommy Alter in the audience of “Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen”

Fan Encounter: x, x, x, x, x, x

November:

New / Old

Fan Encounter: x

Dylan at the “Caddo Lake” Wrap Party

New

Dylan supporting the SAG-AFTRA Strike

Dylan with friends: x

Carolina Hurricanes vs New York Rangers game

Fan Encounter: x, x, x, x

Dylan’s IMDb profile picture was finally updated

December:

New / Old

Dylan with fans this summer

Dylan with his sibling Jules this summer

New

Dylan with Dexter Darden and Aml Ameen at the “American Fiction” premiere

First Look at Dylan in “Ponyboi”

Fan Encounter: x

News

“Ponyboi” will have its World Premiere at Sundance 2024

Dylan O’Brien reportedly in talks to star as twins in James Sweeney’s ‘TWINLESS.’

In total:

Dylan filmed 1 movie this year

Had 1 guest star role in a TV show

we got 1 new photoshoot

1 new movie with Dylan was released

[periwinklecosma]

you know i'm pretty sure ONE didn't plan things out this far but given what little we know about her (she's a bank employee + thinks reigen should turn himself in), i'm of the personal belief that reigen's sister is in the AML (anti-money laundering) department at her bank rather than a teller or anything else that immediately comes to mind when people think "bank employee." please it'd be so funny if she genuinely thinks he's committing white-collar crimes (which need i remind everyone isn't actually something reigen is guilty of as far as canon goes. i say this lightheartedly because it's a funny fanon joke and all but i feel the need to clarify this) and that he should be arrested for wiring illicit funds to switzerland or some shit. she thinks they're sworn enemies due to their respective jobs, even though the truth of the matter is that she's busy pinpointing suspicious activity and stopping criminals from fucking up the financial system and he's just lying because he fucking hates himself.

source: op works in AML at a bank and may or may not just want to know what she's talking about for once

[darling-answers]

I BEG YOU Ana Amari with a injured reader, maybe she sick or dying of a illness idk just make it angst, I saw that talk about wanting more Ana Amari fanfic so idk I feel like letting people suffer and cry.

“ oh Gibraltar were had the time gone?”

This will be pre-fall I would like to say when Overwatch was still in best working order, just right after the omnic crisis

Warning! There may be inaccurate deceive of AML, I have done my best at researching the topic but doesn’t me my accuracy on knowing aml is good because I have never experienced before. Ana may be a little off topic because no matter what, you should always respect the choice of someone body. Death! Is implied and mention. this isn’t a happy ending. Blood! Is mentioned, noise and mouth bleeding Mentions, Oppression and violence. There also mention of symptoms of cancer effects with chemotherapy, chemotherapy is mentioned multiple times. Fainting is mentioned

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The warning signs were there but you couldn’t expect it to get this bad? how could anyone know how bad it gotten when it just happened. Being a overwatch agent and putting civilians as your top priority before your own health problems wasn’t uncommon. It comes with you being a soldier and wanting to do what right. Sticking up for the weak even if it comes with your own life. So why must this situation be different.

The First warning sign happen when you were out on a mission to help civilians who may have been lost or trapped under the rubble, it was going according to plan, nothing seem out of the ordinary until the next thing you had known was blood was coming from your nostrils and mouth. Wiping it off on your sleeve painting it with fresh blood made it easy to forget about, it could happen to anyone so why must your situation be different, there still civilians need help, so pick yourself up soldier and help the others, You tell yourself over and over again.

Helping civilians get to safety and back to there family had made you smile, but the comfort of the ship that would be leading you back to your home and the people you call family is just a different feeling. When sitting down in your designated seat, Reinhardt was right infront of you, talking (yelling.) about how well his mission did, talking about the tiny children who he got to flex his arms to. Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes carried on their conversation about the on going crisis in the rest of the world, torbjorn talked about his family showing Reinhardt picture of his newly born daughter Brigitte but always the mother hen Ana had taken notice of the blood.

“ habibati, where did such blood come from? Had there been anyone seriously injured? On the catalog I did not seen any reports of very serious injuries?” She mumbles setting her sniper down, the way the sniper aim was up relaxing in the wall of the aircraft, safety was on and the eye of the pistol was up. She leans over to grab the coat of your overwatch outfit and taken a look of the sleeve.

“ I’m fine Ana, I promise, there is nothing to worry about just some blood no need to fuss.” She gave you a serious look Almost crinkling her brows. “ you tell me if anything is wrong. Alright? I want you to be alright.” She looks serious pointing a finger before she lets go from the topic when she felt satisfied.

The Second warning came when in training with Cassidy, you felt you’re whole body zap out of energy, the room was so dizzy and fussy, your brain felt slow and sluggish, you’re arms and legs felt like a ice about to melt into a puddle. Your body gave up and slammed itself to the ground. Waking up in the infirmary with Angela Ziegler talking about your body and health, noticing the way your body seems to be weaker than before. You lost incredible amount of weight which for a normal person would feel happy about it, the weight your body was dropping was to dangerous to not start trying to figure out what was wrong with you.

“ i thought you would’ve told me if something was wrong. The fact you tried hiding it makes me think it might be time i took over your position and put you’re mission on hold until i feel everything is better.” Ana mumbled kissing your forehead as she gently placed her hand on the top of your head.

Angela returned with a chart, writing your vitals and simple questions she have asked you such as, how long have these symptoms been going on, how severe have these conditions been. She clicked her pin shut as she looked up from her notes. “ if you don’t mind I would like to request and recommend we run a few test on you. I’m thinking running a Blood test on you, we will be analyzing it using a microscopic evaluation of the blood, or by using flow cytometry to try and figure. This will all be done if we get your consent so would you mind if we do this?” Angela tilt her head at the last part as she hears the exact words she needs to hear to start preparing for the blood samples.

After gathering the blood sample, she sends you and Ana on your way as she tells you the test results will need 2-3 weeks to be able to fully confirm the diagnosis. Ana made sure throughout the week to make sure that you would rest and not strain your already fragile condition. Every night Ana would lay in bed making sure her arms were around your body and start whispering stuff in Arabic. More symptoms started popping up which caused Ana to get worried even worse than before. Bruising would form out of nowhere not even you could remember how you got those bruises, night sweats became one of the worse causing the lack of sleep, hot flashes and the urge to not eat anything were evidence that something definitely wasn’t right.

“ Oh, how I know it hurts habibati, let’s try and get some rest.” She would mumbles as she made sure the bed only have loose sheets. The way you could barely hold down anything or even get out of bed made her concerns grow even worse. Sometimes you would wake up with her right besides you and other times you were alone in bed. Days and nights started to blur in your memory as you laid in bed, not being able to fully move or walk without assistance.

“ we have gotten the test results back and it might be best. If you sit down ana this is difficult for both of you.” Angela pulled up a chair and sat down in a chair crossing her legs as she looks over at Ana then comes back to you. “ after throughly examining the changes in you’re body we have confirm the diagnosis of you have a form of leukemia that is very hard to treat. It is called Acute myelogenous leukemia. It a common aggressive form of leukemia that affects your bone marrow and blood.”

The face of exhaustion from you and the horror of Ana Face was like no other, how long had it been since you see Ana so hopeless..? This isn’t what you wanted to see.

“ There is good news and bad news, we may be able to start treatment to help fight off the leukemia but with the illness being around the bone marrow most medicines may not be able to reach the place the leukemia is resting, it may be long and hard but you have some chance of survival if you would like to start that I can get it prepared.”

“ What are the chances of me surviving..? I don’t want to live my life in fear that this illness will come back, I don’t want the exhaustion and agonizing treatments, I don’t want to be stuck in a hospital wasting away the only time I get pure entertainment is if someone come visit me. Please Ana, i’m scared and I don’t want to leave you alone but I don’t want to deal with this heartache.” She clutched her wife hand as she leans over weakly giving a kiss to her wife forehead as she comes to rest her sweaty face on that of her wife.

“ I have seen a lot of people survive AML and I also scene some who not, a man in December survive the AML with a few rounds of chemo and some rehabilitation and now he living his life with a wife and few kids. I’ve also scene some people not wish to fight this agonizing battle. So why I might not suggest not taking treatments I will accept whatever you would like us to do.”

Angela Zeigler nodded her head towards you before looking at Ana, Ana somberly looked at the hands which were neatly folded in her. The struggle to make the choice or even express agreement or disagreement weigh ever on her shoulders. “ if you would not like to start chemo and pass away in your home with me and our family by your side I will respect your wishes. I’m so sorry you were even given these choices.” Ana closed her eyes and cried in her hands chocking out her answers as she leans to rest her head on your shoulder.

“ don’t cry Ana, this battle has been long and hard, I was given a purpose on earth and that was to protect the people around me, I made my choice and now I may be rest in the peace of the afterlife knowing I have saved lives. You have to be strong for Pharah and Overwatch.”

The weakly smiles that adores both you and Ana face made it way to accept the idea more easily. The decision to not go and do chemo was not selfish in the eyes of Ana, she knew of the effects of chemo, Nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, Hair loss, Skin dryness and rashes the effects almost seem limitless.

“ so if I’m to confirm You ( state your name.) are refusing to take chemotherapy, which may have help you live a few years longer. You understand the negative side effects that may come with this. You may also always come back to wanting to do chemotherapy but the more you wait the more will not be likely to have the cancer be eradicated.”

Ana looked over and nodded at you, “ I will accept whatever you say or think. Please speak what you need to.” Ana looked into your eyes. “ I accept to refusing treatment for chemotherapy and know the harms and risk that may come and the outcome.” The weakly sound of coughing finishing off the statement.

“ alright, I will notify strike commander to take you off of all mission briefs and when you are ready please notify whoever you would like about what the future is going forward.” Mercy nodded politely leaving you and Ana alone in the room. Ana looked over at you, brushing your cheekbone as the weak sound of raspy breath came in and out. “ Thank you for letting me have a choice, I wouldn’t do this if I wasn’t sure the outcome would be the same.”

Ana nodded to your words helping you settle in bed. She weakly clutches the clothing near her heart as she looks at you. She tried to take a deep breath as to not let the tears follow but it getting harder looking at your weak state. She started walking towards the door to give you room only to be stopped by the croak of a voice. “ Ana…” Ana turned around and looked at you walking over and kneeling down near your bed side.

“ I love you and Pharah so much.” You mumbles as Ana whisper some words of praise before getting up and leaving the room. Days become even more of a blur as your visited by most of Overwatch agents besides a few. Even Moira O’Deorain made her presence known as she commands great respect and recognition for how you saved lives and great combat skills.

The day came, one year and a day after you first got the symptoms of something wrong that you passed peacefully by your besides, laying beside you was Ana who was on your left. Pharah who birthday just came a few weeks ago making her 10 and one of your best friends who also supported you think through thin, Reinhardt. A day that would’ve been sad wasn’t sad, they knew you would of beat there ass if you found out they weren’t lighting up the party with some shots as you’re lowered into your casket. Your funeral which played one of your favorite songs, “Dreaming of you” by Selena Quintanilla was a mother and daughter dance for ana and pharah.

You were given a gravesite with the soldiers who had fallen in the war adored with flowers and so much love and care from military units all across the world. Some left Quarters, some left penny, dimes and nickels. You were known around the world and a statue as a memorial in your home town was placed to honor the dedication you had to fighting for what right and standing up for communities who may have been oppressed.

As time gone on and the state of Overwatch went into shambles Winston recalled woke up a different side in Overwatch agents, instead of doing stuff how Jack Morrison would do, the Overwatch hero’s knew who to look up to in the end.

Pharah looking up into the sky hoping that maybe she would see you there looking down and protecting her.

[animangalover-writes]

Forever torn between the headcanon that Zoro and Nami are gay besties, and Zonami as a ship. This is my curse.

[pepperonidk]

vii. a dream within a dream || all my love

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream ." - A Dream Within a Dream; Edgar Allan Poe

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoox f!Reader Summary:  jeon wonwoo ocassionally lives out his dream of being a hallmark holiday movie protagonist. only on weekends. Warnings: food mentions Word Count: 2.8k A/N: sometimes i think about the original plans i had for this story and i realize just how far i am from that original plan... haha this was gonna be a bucky barnes fanfic... imagine... if you ask me about my original plans i will think you're 1000% cool. ALSO I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE LATE POST. I'M BACK BABEY.

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“Wonwoo,” Mingyu sighed in frustration. “You’ve missed the freaking turn three times already. We’ve been circling this block for twenty minutes.”

“Mingyu, with all due respect, please shut up so I can see better.”

“I’ll shut up when you finally make the –” Mingyu was cut off by Wonwoo making a sharp left turn and he grabbed the handle above his window. “Oh my god, this isn’t Mario Kart, use your brakes.” 

“Well I made the turn didn’t I?” Wonwoo huffed at Mingyu as he readjusted his wheel. Thankfully, the streets weren’t too busy at this time of night. Wonwoo glanced over at Mingyu who let out a chortle of disbelief.

“I guess that’s true,” he admitted.

“So why was everyone being so weird earlier?” Wonwoo asked, referring to the weird shift in events that occurred when he stopped at Joshua’s house.

The question seemed to catch Mingyu off guard as he let out a surprised cough. “Weird? What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about why Seungkwan seemed to be hauling your ass to the front door, and how Seokmin suddenly got food poisoning less than half an hour after I called him,” Wonwoo said flatly, glancing over at Mingyu, who was staring outside of the window, pretending to be interested in the empty and clear night sky.

“Oh that? You know Seokmin has IBS, he’s really sensitive about it,” Mingyu replied a little too quickly.

“Okay…” Wonwoo dragged out. He very well knew that Seokmin did not have irritable bowel syndrome, having eaten many meals with him. 

Mingyu turned back around to face him. “Why did you only ask Seungkwan and Seokmin to go with you?” he asked in return.

Now it was Wonwoo who was caught off guard. “Well, they’re uh… they’re the most entertaining people to roadtrip with.” The words left his mouth a little too quickly and Mingyu responded with an unconvinced nod.

“Oh, I’m sure Soonyoung would be happy to hear that,” Mingyu teased. Wonwoo rolled his eyes with a huff. 

“What are you doing right now?” Wonwoo asked as he noticed Mingyu rummaging through the glove compartment of his car.

“Looking for snacks,” Mingyu replied, as if it was obvious. “I didn’t get a chance to eat dinner.” As if on cue, Wonwoo’s own stomach began to rumble. He hadn’t really had the chance to eat all day, choosing to spend all of his time planning this surprise rather than making meals. He was slightly annoyed, but saw that they managed to make up for some time and had a bit of lee-way before they needed to be at the airport.

Without looking down, he reached down and handed his phone to Mingyu. “Look for a fast-food place and we can grab something to eat.” Mingyu hummed in response, unlocking Wonwoo’s phone.

“Uh, Wonwoo,,” Mingyu announced, looking up from the phone with a hint of panic. “You have a lot of missed messages and calls from your roomie.”

“Shit,” Wonwoo cursed under his breath. At the next stoplight, he grabbed his phone back to check the messages, and sure enough, there was a slew of notifications all from you. 

neighbor 💩 (8:10 p.m.): wonu where r u rn

neighbor💩  (8:10 p.m.): if you’re out can u pick up mcdonald’s pls, i’m craving chicken nuggets

neighbor💩  (8:13 p.m.): nvm, i think i actually want taco bell

neighbor💩  (8:15 p.m.): OR ACTUALLY, isn’t it guy’s night? Can u bring home some of the soup jun makes? it’s the only thing keeping me sane rn

neighbor💩  (8:35 p.m.): Why is my dad calling and asking me where you are

neighbor💩  (8:37 p.m.): Why is Seokmin saying you’re not at Joshua’s house and that you and Mingyu are taking a roadtrip together

neighbor💩  (8:39 p.m.): if you are with Mingyu tell him to answer his phone before I find him and leave him stranded in the woods myself

(3) Missed calls from neighbor💩 8:40 p.m.

Neighbor 💩  (8:50 p.m.): wonwoo i swear to god… i can’t believe you didn’t tell me my dad’s coming in!!

Neighbor 💩  (8:51 p.m.): u better be driving safe… that’s precious cargo

Neighbor 💩  (8:52 p.m.): anyway i haven’t decided if i’m mad or happy that you planned this whole thing without telling me… find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z

“By any chance,” Mingyu started sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at his own phone. “Is this supposed to be a surprise?”

“That’s correct,” Wonwoo confessed, setting his phone down as the light turned green once again. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“Well, not anymore,” Mingyu said sheepishly. 

Wonwoo looked at him, eyes wide with panic. “You told her?” He asked loudly.

Mingyu raised his hands in defense. “I didn’t know! You know I’m terrible with secrets,” he pouted. 

Wonwoo took a deep breath, calming himself down. “It’s fine,” he said. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s fine. It’s fine right?” 

Mingyu nodded back. “It’ll be fine,” he echoed. “At least we’re almost there.”

After a half an hour, the boys finally arrived at the airport.

They were greeted by the familiar figure waiting at the curb with an excited smile and a friendly wave. As Wonwoo pulled the car into a stop, he took a deep breath before getting out of the car to help his guest load into the car.

“Wonwoo!” your dad exclaimed as he pulled him into a warm hug that Wonwoo wasn’t really expecting. “Nice to see you.” He peeked over Wonwoo’s shoulder to see Mingyu waving to him from the passenger’s seat.

“Mingyu, is that you?” He asked with a cheerful smile as Mingyu nodded sheepishly. He too received a hug through the window, before entering the car himself.

As they headed home, the three boys in the car found themselves in pleasant conversation as they caught up on life.

“How’s your application going, Mingyu?” Your father asked from the back seat.

Mingyu hesitated, looking out the window as he finally answered. “I uh, I sent it in last month. Just waiting to hear back from them.”

As if noticing a shift in Mingyu’s demeanor, he switched his focus to the boy in the driver’s seat. “What about you, Wonwoo? What are your plans for next year?”

Just like Mingyu, Wonwoo hesitated before answering. “I think I’m going into education,” he exclaimed, as if the words surprised him as well.

“Oh education?” Your dad hummed thoughtfully. “Your dad always thought you would go into engineering or something science-y. What made you decide on education?” 

Wonwoo smiled as he replied. “A good talk with a good friend.” He didn’t miss the way Mingyu looked at him with an eyebrow raised, but decided not to mention it.

An hour later, Wonwoo pulled into the driveway and put his car in park. He hadn’t even opened his door before the back seat passenger door was being swung open and he heard your voice ring in his ear.

“Dad!” you called, pulling him out of the car and into a warm embrace. As Mingyu and Wonwoo got out of the car you immediately latched on to both of them as well, surprising Wonwoo. Maybe hugging runs in the family? He thought.

“Wonwoo,” you said firmly, now pulling away from him. Your eyebrows were furrowed together and your eyes looked glassy and— were you mad?

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m— I thought it would be a cool surprise and I—” 

“Why are you apologizing?” You asked incredulously. “This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Now you had wrapped him into another hug, but Wonwoo let himself relax, relieved that you weren’t pissed off at him.

Before he could say anything else, you had already moved on to Mingyu, joking with him about how he sucks at keeping a secret, and inviting him to stay just a little bit longer before heading home. Mingyu nodded sheepishly, even after seeing the 11:57 p.m. blare at him from his phone screen as he checked the time. 

Wonwoo bit the inside of his cheek, thinking to himself that it was weird for him to find your mix of emotions and giddy excitement so endearing. However, he found himself still leaning against the car, in awe that he managed to pull this surprise off. Part of him felt like the protagonist of a Hallmark Christmas movie, moving heaven and earth for the girl he lo– 

Wonwoo let out a cough, not letting himself finish the thought.

As he watched you drag Mingyu into the house, Wonwoo found himself alone with your dad who was still gathering the last of his things from the trunk.

“Oh, let me get that for you,” Wonwoo insisted as he grabbed one of the bags. 

Your dad thanked him as he shut the trunk, turning to face Wonwoo but making no effort to move toward the door of the house.

“Wonwoo,” he called, his voice much softer than it was at the airport. “I’m guessing she’s the ‘good friend?’” he pat Wonwoo on the shoulder as he nodded sheepishly, looking down at the ground.

“Let me give you some advice, kiddo. Don’t think too much, life is so much better when you don’t.” With that, he also made his way inside, leaving Wonwoo alone in the icy chill of the night. 

What did he mean by that? Wonwoo thought. I think a healthy amount, no more and no less, in fact, if I wanted to stop thinking right now I could. See? I did it. For a whole 5 seconds I stopped thinking. Or maybe he—

“Penny for your thoughts?” Wonwoo’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice. You walked over to where he was leaning against the hood of the car, looking into the night sky. 

“I’m not really thinking about anything,” Wonwoo shook his head. “At least, nothing important.”

He looked down as you handed him a blanket. 

“Well if you’re gonna sit here and think about nothing important, you should at least stay warm,” He unraveled the blanket, placing one side around his shoulders and extending his arm as an invitation.

“Join me for a bit?” Wonwoo surprised himself as he asked the question, and had to resist the urge to tense up when you shifted closer and allowed him to wrap the other side of the blanket around your shoulder. 

Thankfully, the silence that followed was peaceful, and when you broke it with a quiet voice, he found himself leaning closer to hear you.

“Thank you,” you whispered. 

“For what?” He asked, giving you a gentle nudge, inviting you to speak up.

“For everything,” you answered. “For every late night study session, for bringing me back tea and croissants when you go to the cafe, for bringing my dad here. I feel like you’ve done so much for me, and I’ve just been kind of… a parasite since the beginning.”

Wonwoo felt his heart lurch at your words. A parasite? How could you think of yourself that way?

Your father’s words echoed in his head once again. Stop thinking so much, he told himself.

So he turned to you, and told you exactly how he felt. “You’re not a parasite, you’re a catalyst.”

You scoffed out a laugh, playfully punching him on the shoulder. “What does that mean?”

Wonwoo rubbed his arm, pretending to be in pain as you rolled your eyes at him. “It means,” he began. “That the moment you walked through that door, everything changed.”

“For the better, I hope,” you added.

“Well, for reference, I was finally invited to one of Seungkwan’s exclusive karaoke parties. He said I’m a lot more fun these days. I even sang a song.”

You raised your eyebrow at him in curiosity. “Oh? What song?”

He shook his head, refusing to tell you, until you poked his side and he all but fell. “I am the Best by 2NE1,” he admitted in embarrassment. “Don’t laugh.”

“I’m not laughing, I didn’t laugh,” you said with your lips pursed tightly together, trying hard to fight a chuckle. “What did you score?”

“100.”

“No way.” 

Wonwoo nodded sheepishly as you finally let out your laughter.

“Okay, okay, I believe you,” you relented. “The Wonwoo I met in August would have vomited at the thought. I guess I may have rubbed off on you a little.”

“See? This is a symbiotic relationship.” Wonwoo chuckled.

“Alright, alright,” you relented, pulling the blanket off yourself and turning to extend your hand to Wonwoo. “Now let’s head inside so we don’t freeze.”

A cozy meal and a few board games later, the clock read 4 a.m. and everyone was starting to lose it. Your dad had turned in two hours ago, after the first round of Monopoly ended with you claiming total domination and Mingyu and Wonwoo going bankrupt. After you begged your father to stay up, he promised he would only take a nap and that he’d be up by seven a.m. to get breakfast with you.

Still full of energy from the day’s excitement, you forced Mingyu and Wonwoo to stay up with you to play a round of Catan, only for you to be falling asleep halfway through it. 

“Mingyu,” Wonwoo groaned sleepily as he lazily dropped the dice out of his hands. “Make us more coffee–”

He was cut off by Mingyu slapping his hand over his mouth. “Shhh.” Wonwoo sat up and slapped his hand away. “She’s finally knocked out.”

Sure enough, your soft snores were coming from the couch as you lay there peacefully, giving Wonwoo and Mingyu time to finally escape. Mingyu got up first, trying his best to move silently.

“I’m gonna make a cup of coffee before I head out,” Mingyu whispered to Wonwoo who nodded.

As Mingyu headed to the kitchen, Wonwoo tried to stand up carefully from his spot on the floor in front of the couch you were on. He didn’t make it very far before he heard you.

“Stay?” your voice came out with the softest puff of air, and he wondered if he imagined it.

If Wonwoo had any more self control, he would have walked away.

But when you reached your hand out in search of his, how could he bring himself to leave?

So instead he knelt back down beside you and decided that once again, he would stop thinking and let himself be in the moment. And in that moment, he was well aware of how his heart hammered against his chest and how his lips were quirked into a smile. Have you always been cute, or was the lack of sleep finally getting to him? Chalking it up to his sleepy deliriousness, he allowed himself to be just a little reckless. 

He looked down at where your hand was still in his, and with his free hand reached up to brush a hair out of your face, his hand freezing when he felt your hand twitch in his. Your face grimaced just a little bit at the disturbance and he finally let out a breath when it settled back into a look of peace. 

“Sleep well,” he whispered out before giving your hand one final squeeze as he pulled away, taking note of how cold his hands suddenly felt. He balled his hand into a fist and quickly opened it again, aware of all the blood rushing back into his fingertips. 

As he stood to drape a blanket over your sleeping figure, he noticed Mingyu had returned from the kitchen.

“She’s out,” Wonwoo informed Mingyu who nodded back absent-mindedly, not quite looking at him. “Do you want a ride back to Joshua’s?” 

“Hmm?” Mingyu hummed before finally turning to Wonwoo. “Oh, no it’s fine, it’s a short walk and the weather is nice tonight.”

“You sure?” Wonwoo asked with his hands in his pockets, stifling a yawn.

“Yeah,” Mingyu nodded back with a small smile. “The coffee woke me up.” 

Wonwoo relented and walked Mingyu to the door before finally making his way into his own bed. Against his better judgment, he found himself replaying the few minutes you sat outside with him, looking at the stars. 

He let out a sigh, reaching for the book that rested on his side table, Pride and Prejudice, untouched since the day he read it at the cafe. However, he did not grab the book itself, but rather the bookmark that kept his page – a pink envelope still sealed, addressed to him. 

Maybe one day I’ll open it, he thought to himself. But not today. 

And with that, Wonwoo slipped into a deep slumber. 

Maybe I’ll dream of you.

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[gryficowa]

Boycott!

Now that I have your attention:

[childotkw]

Is there a snippet of regulus taunting voldemort??

And the sexual tension is high??

I didn't have one of hand, but I'm happy to provide a more tense interaction they'll have in ays(aml)!

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"Mr. Riddle," Regulus said, hurriedly covering his surprise, "good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Lord Black," Riddle replied, pushing to his feet and holding out his hand.

Regulus hesitated, eyeing him for a moment with suspicion. In public he was untouchable. No one would dare to attack him, no one was stupid enough to try, and it was a privilege Regulus was not afraid to abuse if it helped him achieve his goals. But here in the vast, empty halls of Malfoy Manor, with only Narcissa and the house-elves for company, Riddle could very easily get away with anything.

Regulus was arrogant, but not so much to assume the man before him couldn't crush him like a bug if it came to a fight.

His mind rushed to list all the risks - touch-based poisons, curses, monitoring spells, jinxes - and desperately wished he had thought to wear his gloves. He hadn't anticipated this ambush happening so soon, and not from an innocent invitation to have tea with his cousin, but maybe he should have. He knew where Narcissa's loyalty lay.

With a subtle downward curl to his lips, Regulus shook the man's hand. He would have to find a second to cast a diagnosis charm, because there was no way the rising Dark Lord would miss the chance skin-to-skin contact with Regulus could give him.

Riddle gave him a gilded smile, as if he knew precisely what he was thinking and found it funny. "How good to see you again. Come," Riddle continued smoothly, and against all expectation and protocol, he used his grip on Regulus hand to coax him further down the hall.

Regulus was unbalanced enough to allow it. He shot a look at Narcissa, but his cousin was facing forward, ignoring him completely as she followed them. Reduced to the background in her own home. It smarted Regulus' own pride to see her so demure, despite her participation in this farce.

Riddle led him into the nicer sitting room, and guided Regulus right to his seat. Stubbornly, he waited until Riddle was at his own chair before sitting down.

Narcissa took the place beside him, her hands folding atop her lap, and it was only then that she turned to smile at him. "Cousin, how have you been?"

Regulus considered briefly how he wanted to play this. He could pretend this was a normal occurrence, as if Riddle was a usual fixture in these meetings and privy to such intimate talks.

Or he could be more combative.

Logic dictated one but his instincts prompted the other.

"I'm fine, Cissy. Why are you here, Mr. Riddle?"

Riddle appeared delighted to be asked. "Straight to the point, Lord Black?"

"My time is precious," he answered, heavy with implications that wiped some of Riddle's smugness right off. "If there's a reason you orchestrated this entire thing, if there's something you wished to speak to me about, I'd rather know it now."

"Such an accusation. What makes you think I orchestrated this?" Riddle replied, his eyes bright with intrigue as he barely put any effort into the lie. "Perhaps it's a happy coincidence."

Regulus clasped his hands and leaned forward to meet that heavy gaze. "I don't think coincidences happen to a man like you, Mr. Riddle."

There was a moment when they just smiled at each other, both aware how close to the edge they were walking, before Riddle finally broke the stalemate. "It's about the latest bill -"

"I'm not changing my stance," Regulus cut in, voice hardening. "And forgive me for saying it, Mr. Riddle, but you seem far too interested in politics for a man whose most notable achievement outside of graduating Hogwarts was being a sales assistant."

Oh ho ho, Regulus thought with vicious amusement, that one got him.

And Riddle couldn't say anything to counter that, because at this point in the time, Regulus wasn't supposed to know he was the rumoured Dark Lord.

[fierykitten2]

In the span of under a week, I have made jokes about Iron Hands being autistic because of that one animation twice, discovered that Xisuma (yes that Xisuma, the admin of Hermitcraft) has made guitar covers of six Metallica songs and two Judas Priest songs, warmed up to the songs Harvester of Sorrow and The Memory Remains (both of which (alongside at least three of the four songs from the Black album that I warmed up to last week) felt fairly inevitable), officially discovered Black Sabbath, Judas Priest and Iron Maiden even though I said I was gonna wait until I was at home, had some decent headphones and had listened to Piece by Piece by Slayer once last time, listened to Sabbra Cadabra once and Breaking the Law seventeen and a half times in the same day but somehow got both songs stuck in my head a fairly even amount that day (if anything, the song that got stuck in my head the most that day was Sabbra Cadabra), discovered I have a benign kidney tumour which I’m 99.9% certain is angiomyolipoma (I don’t actually remember what the doctor said specifically but what I remember him saying matched up best with AML) - I’ll wait until I get the clinic letter in a few weeks to say for certain - which is probably (at least at the moment) nothing to worry about and it definitely currently feels like nothing in comparison to the neuroblastoma I had when I was younger, discovered my ballet teacher hasn’t scrapped the frappe exercise anymore (thank you, I love that exercise), wondered if there was a “red flavour” for my noodles, discovered that it is entirely possible to get a song stuck in your head for a decent amount of time when you’ve only listened to it once if the song’s long enough (I listened to an Iron Maiden song which was really long. I checked a few minutes in (I’m thinking two for some reason) and there were still 9 minutes left), discovered there is “red” flavour for my noodles and that I had it at home already, made another joke about Wake being the only dinosaur among the Past Paradox Pokémon, realised there may be an actual red flavour and that the one I had was more brown (these are talking about the lids of the noodle pots. I don’t have synesthesia), made a joke about Fire and Boulder loving the song Rock Hard, Ride Free by Judas Priest and discovered that the meat in the green noodle flavour was actually mushrooms (of course the green one’s vegetarian! Why didn’t I think of that it’s so obvious), which means I’ve been tricked into eating a food I don’t like for a while. Pretty productive week and the weekend’s only just arrived

Oh yeah I’ve also lost a bet with tumblr that I would never need to use the Iron Maiden tag and they can stop suggesting it to me every time I try to tag a Future Paradox Pokémon (other than Valiant, Miraidon and Leaves, all of which I tag enough that they’re recommended to me by default. Plus I don’t tag Miraidon as Iron Serpent so yeah)

[littleprincessfawn]

I don't know how to do tomorrow. I'll be seeing my haemotologist, who is lovely, and who will be telling me what type of leukemia I have.

The most likely scenario is that I have CML. But there's this tiny part of me that is so worried it's AML or ALL which are both more aggressive. I'm afraid she's going to tell me that it's advanced or blast phase.

Fear is so useless though, isn't it. I'm struggling to find my calm, my centre. My stomach hurts. My spine aches. I continue to have daily headaches. I'm fairly certain I'm starting to alienate myself from everyone.

No one wants to know what I'm going through. No one wants to talk to me. Which I do understand. I'm lonely though, and could really use a good friend to talk to.

My brain feels all swirly. I want to be in the ocean and swim away. I want to dance non-stop until I collapse. I want to run at night through a forest and dissolve into the darkness. Right now I am sitting down, doing nothing, and it's unbearable.

I know I need to get back to being more positive. I'm sure I will. I just. Need to find my anchor. I want someone to wrap me up in a big hug and whisper to me that it's gonna be okay, that they'll be there for me every step of the way. But I don't have that and I need to make peace with not having anyone like that.

Sorry for such a negative post. I'll keep trying to look at the good. Tomorrow I'm sure I will get good news and everything will be smooth and it will be easy to face this by myself. I'll get through this day by day. It's okay that today is hard.

I tell you what though. If soulmates do exist? I'm really pissed off at mine right now for not showing up yet.