#but i’m so excited you can go to the dream scape i hope there is more happening with it

[kingworm]

i really hope the hypnos stuff isn’t just a gag and it’s actually building towards something more - it would be cool to lead the player into thinking it’s a bit until you realise he’s actually giving you messages from bits of his old dialogue

[booksweet]

Expectations

starring: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Synopsis: what If your favorite character became real the moment you needed the most?

Warnings: fluffy, probably shibuya incident arc spoilers (not too much), grammar mistakes, both reader and Gojo are +18

Word count: 2k

A/N: hello! Here's me again bringing you the sequence of "Real" (please don't forget to read the first part, okay?). I was so glad you enjoyed chapter 1 that it turned out as a series and I can say I'm BEYOND happy!! Hope you like it 💛

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

tagging: @noritoshiikamo @iwaizumini

“So… Tell me about your powers,” she asks him when they stopped their tour through the city together. “Did they remain? Or you lost them when you came here?”

She knew she should’ve already spoken to him about this matter, yet she was scared of his answer, yet she frightened that if he got his powers, maybe he would go back to his world and let het behind. She would be all alone. Again.

Being alone all the time was tiresome, she had been tired for so long since her parents died, and she moved away from the town she was born and rose by them. After all this time without them, she got used to living alone, eating alone, existing all by herself, everything was so mechanical to her that she didn’t even notice how the way she was living affected her perceptions of her surroundings.

And then, he suddenly appeared. That night was marked inside her memories. She was fond of many things, reading her favourite manga above all, but if someone asked her what she expected getting from reading one, she would answer just some comfort and relief from stressful days, not her favourite character scaping from his world and popping up inside her room.

“Hey! Y/N? Are you even listening to me?” Satoru’s voice takes her out from her reveries, again she got lost on her own thoughts about him and what happened. Is it selfish not wanting you to go back there?

“Sorry” She apologizes with a shy smile, his eyes hidden with sunglasses probably focused on her. “What were you saying?”

“You are a little absent-minded, aren’t you?” His voice in an amused tone makes you release a loud laugh that make he smile eye-to-eye. “I was saying that my powers are still here with me…” He repeats as he takes you by your hand walking somewhere else, his slightly narrow when he sees something that caught up his interest. “Is that… Ice cream?”

By his answer to her question, her heart flickers a little. He could do anything he wanted; he was the strongest above all. Why wouldn’t he just go back to his world? Why would he still be here with you? Your mind going whirlwind with a thousand questions unanswered.

“You lost it,” He says once more, now with her favourite ice cream flavour in one extended hand as a signal to give it to her. “Again. Am I that much a bad company that you can’t concentrate on our date?” He fakes a heartbroken and sad tone seeming like a boy who was crying over his first love.

“Satoru, what?! No! And this is not a date!” She did get lost in thoughts again, but hell no, this wasn’t a date. “Don’t you dare smile like this to me, don’t you dare, Satoru Gojo!” Her flustered tone mixed up with an angry one as a cocky smirk grew upon his face.

“Whaat? Me? Smiling?” He walks closer to her, his height almost towering over hers, and when their faces where almost touching each other, the smell of ice cream surrounding them when he says “How? Smiling like this?”

She could’ve fainted right there, yes, she could. One could say she was almost having a heart attack the faster her heart was beating and that idiot in front her knew how much he affected her, and, for God’s sake, he was doing it way to good not to care. Still, she wouldn’t give up to him so easily.

“As you said…” She started stepping back and eating her own ice cream. “Your powers still remain, so how does it feel?”

“Little one…” He begins to say, but he seems to reconsider his words while looking at her face. “I can feel everything. I can see everything and nothing at the same time. The beginning and the ending. Infinity and beyond.”

She remained silent by his side, waiting for him to continue whatever he was thinking about to speak of. She couldn’t imagine how heavy must be the burden of carrying power like his, powers that were both a blessing and a curse.

“Your world does have curse energy like mine,” He finally continue his line of thought. “Even though it doesn’t change into spirits or something more tangible to exorcize. I still don’t get how you get rid of it here, it’s a mystery.”

“And…” He suddenly stops, narrowing his eyebrows in a confused expression, it was like he realized something he didn’t know how to explain to her.

“And?” You give his arm a soft touch, without words saying to him I am here, you can say whatever is on your mind.

“And” He eyes at her so deeply you imagine if he could reach her soul, his hand placed above hers. “I can see you. Your everything. I can sense your presence, your heartbeat like it is my own. Is it strange? Is it strange that I feel you like you are a part of me, and I am a part of you?” He holds her hand tighter. “Is it strange that when we hold hands everything seems right again? Is it strange that-“

All at once he lets go of her hand. She gives him a strange look, What’s wrong? Was what she as thinking. Goosebumps running through her body, wild butterflies flying on her stomach made her lips dry of nervousness. I feel you like you are a part of me, and I am a part of you. Everything seems right. He must be kidding, no one never…

“Gojo,” She says when she can catch her breath again, his eyes never leaving her face. “You shouldn’t play with things like this.” She pinches her nose, feeling her face warmer and warmer each second. “We must go, there are other places I want to show you.”

“But, Y/N,” He tries to say, she could feel melancholy following his words. I don’t want to hear, I don’t.

“Let’s go, Satoru Gojo,” she fakes a smile and an excited tone. “There’s more of my world that those pretty eyes of yours have never seen.”

They went through many of her favourite places such as the park, that café closer to her loved library, she showed him her favourite restaurant, the places she was used to go when feeling unwell with herself. And there was this moment, this specifically moment, that his eye’s light changed.

The way her hair flipped towards the wind, the way her smell invaded his nostrils, the way he was just all eyes only to hers. Every little detail unmissed to him. Despite their last conversation ending, he’s been constantly aware of her, of how she makes him feel in this odd world. He didn’t lie when he said all those words, he meant each one of them, but he was still wondering why she dismissed him that way. He was afraid that fright would make her run away from him again.

“Hey, you enjoyed our stroll today?” She was resting peacefully on her place’s couch, head laid softly on a cushion and eyes looking at him eagerly. He felt she was still fluttering because of what happened between them before, and he wanted so bad to stop that growing unease feeling his mind twisted every second.

“You don’t know how” He says with a genuine smile, knowing more of you, of how you lived, and your habits makes him avid to get closer and closer to you. His keen voice loud when he laughs “I’ve never though of not trying to defeat monsters and curses while eating a good, sweet cake or ice cream and…”

“And?”

“You can say I’m a good partner, can’t you?” His keen smile turning into a cocky and teasing one. “Afterall, how could I not try my best having such a beautiful lady by my side?”

“You-“She starts, but the growing reddish upon her nose and cheeks reports how nervous she gets when he talks like this, how he teases her and her blood runs wild through her veins. “You know it wasn’t a date, Satoru!” Placing a hand in front of her pretty face to hide whatever her expression could speak for her that moment. “And yes, you’re also a good companion, I can say that.”

“Hey, Y/N,” Satoru’s voice wakes her up from her dreams late that night, she was on the couch covered with her bedsheets. Did he picked them and then covered me up? Her heart bounced inside her chest and she felt her hands damp with sweat with that thought of him caring about her.

“Uh… What time…?” She opens her eyelids slowly, yawning hard as she stretches herself to wake her body. By the time she catches the sight of him, he’s sitting down right on the ground in front of her, his hands towering over her legs like he wanted to touch her but is not allowed to.

“Can I show you something?” His voice says nothing to her, no opens to reveal his feelings behind his tone. Suddenly, she feels cold running over her body. She nods slowly to him. “Do you trust me?” Again, another movement of her head. “Little one… I need to hear your voice.” His bare eyes stare at her fondly, she will never understand why he does this to her. Doesn’t he know that he will break my heart?

“Yes, Satoru, I trust you.” Her voice is hoarse from sleep, but this is all he needs to place one arm underneath her legs and the other on her back to carry her bridal-way. “Wh-what?! This is really necessary?”

“Hold on, I got you” His thumb moving around the bottom of her back, his movements, and the feeling of his warm body closer to hers making her relax. “I’ll show you something, breath and don’t scream”

And suddenly they weren’t at her living room, but at the rooftop of some skyscraper. So high she could feel her sight twisting.

“Hey, hey…” His muffled voice was calm against her ears, his soft grip tightening a little in reassurance of her safety. “I’m here, I’m here, it’s okay.”

“F-fuck! Why? Why are we here?”

“I need to show you” His tone didn’t hide he was nervous, worried about something. “Please close your eyes.”

As she does what he requested, his arm on her back loosen his grip and a hint of panic stars to grow inside her. I’m going to…

“You are not going to fall. I will never let something bad happen to you.” His voice is bold and so sure-footed that she decides not to complain, even thought she knew that it wouldn’t be their reality sooner when he’ll get back to his world. His fingers gently touching her eyes and she feels something changing in the air. The air around them shaking and heavy. His powers…

“Open your eyes, Y/N, please.”

As she opens her eyes, she knew something was different. In front of her there was still the night city, above her the skies. But she could see energy, colourful energy arising from each place she could catch a sight. “What- WHAT?” She screamed in disbelief. “What did you do to me?!”

He bit his lips in a worried expression. “I did nothing. I had this theory but…” He couldn’t look at her anymore, it was painful. “I just managed to unlock your own cursed energy, I don’t know how, I had these feeling and it just…”

They remained in silence for what seemed like hours, even though night were still ruling hard the skies up them. Their bodies close to each other, their warm protecting them from that cold night, from that scary truth. What the hell I am?

“Y/N”

“Uh. What?”

“I need your help to get back to my world. I need your help to get back to my students. You do know what happened to them after my arrive, don’t you?”

main navi | masterlist

[hpdabbles]

Lovely Nightmares

Based off the Dig Two graves by @childotkw. Thank you again for permission to use as based idea! 

“We find the defendant guilty on all charges.” 

Harry stares upwards in shock as Tom Riddle- the boy he considered a friend, the one he told everything to, the one he believed made it all worth while to go to Hogwarts- turn his head away from him after damning him with his lies. He did well, playing the terrified bystander to someone who lost themselves in bloodlust and violent tendencies. 

His witness statement made a few eyes tear up in pity for the muggleborn who had been tricked by the halfblood into cruel silence for the mistreatment he had to endure under Harry’s thumb until a fresh corpse forced him to speak out. He took everything he once thought made their friendship real and twisted it, to make him appear a murder.

A murder that the Ministry of Magic has now sentence to life in Azkaban. 

Harry had not been fond of Myrtle Warren, mostly due her forceful flirtish behavior against him and other boys as well as her whining voice but he would never have hurt her much less kill her. In fact Harry often put himself between the girl and the bullies who followed her around. How people could forget that he never know. 

Yes the last time he spoke to her, left the Ravencalw in tears but that was because Harry had rejected her as gently as he could. After she ran away from him unable to stand the rejection, she was found hours later dead in one of the girls bathroom. 

Harry had been horrified and truly sorry to see the confuse ghost flout about lost in a way only the departed could be. She was so young, a soul that can not find rest even after her death. He along with the rest of the school were evacuated from their dorms, everyone speaking about the murder. The houses were keep separated  in order to keep better track of the young, while preparations were made to have everyone sent home

It would be Hogwarts last year if the killer could not be found as it no longer meant the future of magic were safe within their walls. Harry was sadden to see such a important place go, especially as one of the first students to originally walk it’s halls, but he had been more worried about Tom because there were rumors that Warren had been killed for being a muggleborn.

Tom Riddle, the human mortal, was also a muggleborn. It tore Harry up inside to think he could be next. A victim. That he could disappear from this world. 

He went to see him when he got the chance only for Tom to point him out to a pair of Aurors with wild desperate eyes “He did it! Harry Potter killed Myrtle Warren!” 

Harry tried to defend himself but with the evidence Tom managed to present to the authorities he was dragged away with the school watching. The worst part had been Myrtle who was flouting one inch above the ground in the grand hall,  her unseeing eyes watching him go with tears rolling down her face.  “Why Harry...I loved you”

Her confession made it all the worst for him. Harry knew the Ministry of Magic tended to believe guilty until proven otherwise but even before he stepped into his court hearing he knew it was a kangaroo court.

They all believed he did it, the court hearing was just a formality.  

“Harry James Potter shall be sentence to life in Azkaban for the crimes including the murder of Muggleborn Myrtle Warren, possession of illegal potions, Possession of dark magic, and commenting a murder on Hogwarts sacred ground.”

“What?! But I didn’t do it! Tom is lying! He’s lying!” Harry shouted in outrage struggling even as Aurors appears to drag him away. A strong grip on his shoulder and legs to the point of bruising is nothing compare to the smug eyes of Tom Riddle as the doors start to close. Harry allows his eyes to flash the bright green of his father’s magic for a second just to watch that attractive face spam in surprise.  “You’ll pay for this Riddle. I hope the guilt eats you alive. I hope it never lets you rest!”

“That’s enough out of you” sneers the woman who is moving him. Harry turns to her just in time to watch her wand light up before everything goes dark. As he is falling, he forces words past his lips so the whole courtroom can hear his final words.  

“I will make sure everyone in this room pays.” They do not know they ring with not just truth but with a curse. It would take them days to discover it but by then it would far too late. 

He wakes to the sound of crashing waves, freezing cold and the screams of the inmates. Harry had been stripped of his Gryffindor uniform leaving him black and white stripped robes, his feet were bared and he has bruises all along his body. He laid on the stone ground, with no windows, no bed or bathroom from what he could tell. Flickers of near by torches made it hard to see but he thought there was a woman across from him leaning against her cell bars like a broken doll. 

A dementor stood at his open cell door, likely left that way so that one of them could “accidently” feed on him while the guards were away, hovering uncertainty.  Harry scowled at it. “What are you looking at?”

The creature twisted it’s head, taking a breath. The cold increased, causing shivers to run along Harry’s body, his human side effected by the magic of sorrow even though his father’s blood keep him level headed. It would take a while but eventually the coldness would sustained. The creature made a odd crocking sound that attracted the attention more of it’s kind. 

The woman let out a whimper when the flouting masses of darkness glided by her cell. She threw her self away from them, pressing her bone skin back to the far wall. Harry silently sent her a apology even as his body finally adjusted to the Dementors peering at him from under their cloaks of shadows. 

“I’m not a circus act” Harry snapped at them, standing up and stretching  his arms above his head. A satisfyingly pop run up and down his back which sent the dementors into a frenzy, more of that odd croaking filling the air. It took him a moment to realize they were excited by him. 

He squinted at them. Ah, these were young. Maybe only two thousand years old. They had never come across him or his father, because they were behaving much like teenagers meeting their idol. Not that he could blame them, Harry’s dad was pretty important to the likes of them.

A giant black dog rose up from the shadows in the corners then, causing the Demontors to go wild as the dog strutted by them wagging it’s tail to a pair on the right. The creatures did three flips in the air as they swoon. They would be gloating later to any of their kind that the great Grim had given them a haughty smirk no doubt. Harry rolled his eyes as the door twisted into his uncle Sirius. 

“Harry!” The man said joyously, his dark curls framing his grinning face as the adult waved a finger at him. The spark of laughter in his silver eyes- a nice choice of his humanoid form Harry thinks. This one most definite matches humans’ idea of beauty- lets the half being know his uncle finds this all hilarious.  “Why am I picking up my nephew from mortal prison? James is besides himself, young man. He allowed you to come down the these realm for a few years and you get thrown in jail!”

“Riddle framed me.” Harry shrugs slightly embarrassed his new life on Earth ended so abruptly. “He told everyone that I murdered someone.”

Sirius frowned, his canine peaking over his lip as he studied the boy who quickly laid down face first allowing his soul to detach from his body. “I thought you two were close. Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know but i intend to make his life hell.”

The Grim tilted his head as the soul of his nephew- Death’s son created between the personification of the end and a muggleborn woman named Lily many many eons ago- rose from it’s physically anchor his father created.

Since Harry is both half alive and half dead he could come and go between worlds. Usually James-as Death preferred to be called- ever few millennia would bend to his son’s boredom and send him down to Earth. It was a nice vacation from all the filing, soul collecting and transporting of souls the boy had to do. In truth James saw it more as sending Harry off to summer camp to experience more from his mother’s side instead of reincarnating him into a human anchor he design.

Lily lived in the Beyond, as she was full mortal, while James and Harry lived in a never ending castle in Between. They visited Lily in her private heaven often with James confidently heading over there after work but Harry yearn for the real world and not the one created by James’ will or Lily’s fondest memoires.

He had experience empires rise and fall, had taken many names and faces to match whatever whim of appearance James took up-last millennia he had sported blond hair and blue eyes which meant Harry did as while- but no one had ever made him feel as alive as Tom Riddle has.

“How do you plan to do that?” Sirius asked waving at the group of Dementors goodbye while opening his shadow so Harry could travel to his father’s realm. 

“I’m going to appear in all of his dreams until the day he dies.” Harry growled sinking into the darkness. “The dream scape is the place I can bend to my will and Riddle will rue the day he ever double-crossed me.”

“Alright but you are going to be the one explaining to your father that you want to appear in a teenage boy’s dreams and not me. He never forgive me if I helped his dear baby Harry flirt like that.”

The darkness swallowed them up on Harry’s squeaking of denials his body left under the protection of Dementors who were the only witness to the strange happening. 

Miles away Tom Riddle looked over at the Gryffindor table missing the strong green stare that always looked back him more then he will ever be willing to admit. He shivers abruptly when a cold sensation of a hand runs along the back of his neck to his shoulders. 

That night he dreamed of Harry Potter by the black lake, smile soft and green eyes glowing. He took Tom’s hand to guide him into the water with a sweet laugh that made everything slow down as Tom jumped through the waves of a invisible breeze. Harry looked happy as they splashed about, the sky a clear blue for once and Tom could not look away from the vision Harry made.

Midway through the dream the water turn to blood, Harry’s smile fell and his heavy betrayed eyes bore into Tom’s as he the smell of copper rose. The mortal found himself incased in blood slowing dragging him down as he struggle to escape the chains the liquid had become around him. 

No matter how hard he fought nothing could stop him from sinking further and further down all the while Harry watched him slowly drown. Tom tried to scream for help, to reach out towards him but the boy was unmoved until all he could see besides the red was Harry’s lips moving.

 “Why Tom...why did you do it?”

Tom Riddle woke screaming drench in cold sweat. 

[satsuki2406]

OPEN SKY  Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

"...And never, ever forget that, your dreams are the wings that'll help you fly."

(L/N)(Y/N) has always been forced to live according to others' expectations. As a member of the powerful and influential (L/N) Family, she has had to live with the heavy weight of seeing others write her destiny with no choice but just obey. But when (Y/N) finally decides to risk it all to take the only opportunity to regain the control of her own life, everything ends up going horribly wrong. Surrendered and disappointed, she receives one last chance to prove to herself and to U.A, along with some unexpected help that this was not a crazy and meaningless waste of time.

Maybe this plan could work after all...

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of sex, My poor attempt of comedy, family dysfunctionality, Strong language (Courtesy of Lord Explosion Murder 💥), Manga Spoilers.

STATUS: On going

Chapter 1: Failure

Chapter 3: Her Start

2-Sometimes the Greatest Hero of All is a Good Friend

“The person you’ve called is unavailable, please leave a-”

“Still no answering…. You said you’ll call me right after the exam (Y/N), I hope everything is ok. What should I do now? Oh! I got it!” Swiftly, slender fingers moved over the tactile screen of her phone, anxious eyes looking for a specific contact. “Found it!” After a few rings, the other end of the line was answered.

“Good afternoon,Mizaki talking. How may I help you today?”

“Hello, may I please speak to (L/N) Xiù-san?”

“I’m sorry. (L/N)-san is busy right now. Would you like to leave a message?”

“Sure, please let her know I’m calling in regard of (Y/N), I would like to know about her.”

“Alright miss, and your name please?”

 “Yaoyorozu Momo.”

Three days have passed since the whole U.A fiasco, you were of course grounded, with no phone, no internet and completely insolated in your room. Your fever was already gone, just leaving behind a really mild sore throat. Although your body didn’t hurt anymore, your heart did, over and over again you replayed the whole thing in your mind beating your head to find out what you could have changed, what you could have done differently. It was eating you inside out. You felt like a failure and so unfortunate. How could you fail over something so silly?!

You’ve been in your bed since you arrived home that day, already numbed by all the crying you did that night, your mom’s complains, and had barely eaten. You knew that in a couple of days the response from U.A will arrive to already tell you what you knew. And after that, you’ll have no choice but go to class again for the last week of school. Thankfully there’s surely nothing you’ll have to catch up with.

But before you could sail deeper in your personal sea of self-petty, a knock on your door took you out of your rambling thoughts.

“Come in,” you said boringly.

“Sorry to disturb you (Y/N)-sama but Yaoyorozu-sama had come to visit you, do you want me to let her in or you prefer to rest a little-”

“Momo?! Oh, yes please, tell her to come in!”

“As you wish, (Y/N)-sama”

A couple of minutes later Momo entered your room escorted by the same maid. She was wearing your school uniform, by her side were two of her bodyguards, on her left, one was caring several paper grocery bags full of what looked like tons of snacks and junk food, on her right another tall and bulky man held a white cake box and some pastel-colored paper bags. You threw yourself to her and hugged her fondly. She gasped surprised by your sudden show of affection, but she immediately returned it with one of her own, melting with you in a tight embrace. “Momoo! *SNIFF* I missed you so much! I’m sorry for not answering your texts and calls but my mom took my phone away.”

“Oh, (Y/N) don’t worry I imagined something like that, I’m so sorry I couldn’t come before, but when I tried to come visit, one of the maids said your mother had prohibited it.”

“Of course she did, she feeds on my suffering” you mumbled sourly.

“Oh, don’t be like that, I know she can be-uhm…”

“Harsh? Insufferable? Unreasonable? A hag-?”

*AHEM! * Strict, she can be strict-yes! But I’m sure that she is doing it all with your best interest in mind, or I hope so…”

“Aha… not even you believe that, by the way, what’s up with all the shopping bags?” At the mention of them, she beamed, star-eyed, cheeks flushed with excitement, recalling her little adventure of the day.  

“Today I went to one of these really incredible, advantageous little stores where you can find anything, anywhere and have a wide variety of products for a fair price.

“You mean a konbini?”

“Yes! They are great, aren’t they? So convenient!”

“I bet they are.”

“They really are! To think that all of this only cost me ¥10 000!*”

“You spent how much?!”

“Oh, it’s nothing! I made sure to get an ample array of different products to enjoy together and, I thought some yummy snacks would cheer you up.”

You felt your heart clench at such sweet declaration from your dearest and oldest friend, she really was the most selfless and caring being you’ve ever met.

“Momo~! Have I ever told you that I’ll be nothing without you~?”

“Yes, and is nice to hear that you value my efforts, even if I can’t do anything to revert the past and change what happened, I can act now, in the present and do as best as I can to make you feel better and let you know that anything that occurred is not your fault, so please don’t think less of you. Sometimes life acts in mysterious ways that maybe we don’t understand, but someday it will make sense and we will know, comprehend and accept why our plans do not always go as we wish. 

And even if it’s hard to accept at first, there are better things waiting for us than we even expected or asked for since the beginning. What I’m trying to say is, please don’t let this unpleasant ordeal take you down, I know that you’re more than capable to be a hero, even more than me, so keep fighting no matter how many times they knock you down, I’m sure you’ll still rise every time. Don’t give up.” Your friend looked at you while she held both of her hands over her chest, her eyes bright, sweet and sincere made her words hit you with more intensity.

“Momo…” you said moved.

“Oh, don’t mind me, I think I got a little sentimental, but anyway! I hope you like what I brought for this occasion-Oh! Kaji-san, Sasaki-san please leave the bags here.” Momo instructed the bodyguards to put them over the center table of the seating area inside your spacious room. After that, they were dismissed and exited the room alongside the same maid that let them in.

Immediately after they left, another one entered your room with a golden vintage-looking bar cart full of all the musts for a proper tea party. A shiny silver tea set was put in the center of the cart, besides it a couple of white golden rimmed China teacups seated cutely surrounded by all kinds of sweet and savory goodies. Under the same cart, a large collection of the most exquisite teas and coffees could be found, most of them brought by your mother herself from her several trips around the globe. As an enthusiast of these drinks, she always made sure to visit the most renowned tea crafter countries to bring the best of the best with her.

“Good afternoon ladies, what would you like to drink?”

“I’ll have tea, that new black tea my mother got last month,” You said.

“Sure! And for you Yaoyorozu-sama?”

“I’ll drink the same, you talked to me about this tea before, right? It sounded so good that I’ve been wanted to try it since then.”

“I’m positive you’ll enjoy it as much as I did! It has a fruity undertone; it goes really well with everything.” You said excitedly.

Once the hot drinks were set and served the maid left the room with the snacks Momo brought to place them in the kitchen for later consuming. Once alone, you could talk more comfortably and privately.

“So… what in heaven you did or said to make my flexible as a rock mother to let you enter into my fortress of loneliness?”

“That’s easy…”

“School Work”

“That’s it?! And what school work?! Next week is the last week of classes, and we already had our final tests. What else could you do that we haven’t already done last week?”

“A lot actually, we still had to receive our final lessons and they gave back our tests’ results and you mother specify clearly and I quote: ‘Although (Y/N) is sick it doesn’t mean I’ll allow her under any circumstances to get delayed on her studies even if the school year is basically over, she must learn discipline and obedience, put in practice what she’s been taught all this time, she evidently hasn’t been taught properly.’

“Why it doesn’t surprise me she said that? Do you-”

“-Have your tests with me right now? Of course, they are part of the reason your mother let me trespass your ‘fortress of loneliness’ Pretty impressive as always, but I guess you couldn’t beat me in math, again.” She smiled.

“Aw! I studied really hard for that exact reason!”

“Don’t worry it was only 5 points-Wow! you were pretty right! This tea is delectable!” Momo said after taking a sip of her cup.

“But still!-I know! Right?”

“Don’t worry though, you’ll have plenty of times in high school”

After Momo’s comment everything came back to your mind, it really felt like a distant memory, at some point you question yourself if it was real, to begin with, it was hard to believe that one single person could have such bad luck in less than 12 hours, every single thing that could go possibly wrong went horrible. And now it was over, you once in a lifetime opportunity slipped from your fingers as soon as it came. And now with your mother aware of your intentions it could be nearly impossible to escape the path that was already set for you.

It's useless now, isn’t it?’

“(Y/N)?”

“Huh?”

Without you knowing, countless tears started rolling down your cheeks, the sadness and frustration scaping out of your body against your will.

“I’m sorry for touching that topic so aggressively, it was so tactless of me to don’t have your feelings on the account.” Said Momo a bit dejected.

“Don’t worry about that Momo, you are already doing so much to make me feel better and I’m so grateful you are here with me right now and, I’ll have to get over it eventually.” Momo frowned, she knew you really well and although she knew your words to her were genuine, you were not ok or dealing well with it at all, maybe if you…

“Do you want to talk about it? You know, vent your frustrations with me? You know you can trust me.” She said while she took your hand reassuringly.

“I know I can trust in you Mocchan, you are my best friend…”

“But?”

“I don’t even know how to put into words how I feel, it’s overwhelming at so many levels! Everything crumbled down so fast than before I could understand what was going on, I blacked out in the middle of battle center trying to save some guy form a 3 pointer, at the end I was the one who needed to be saved. I lost my only chance to make my dreams come true in such a foolish way and I couldn’t do anything about it! I went through so much! I had to wake up at 4:30 every day to train without my mother noticing, I stayed up until 2 am to study and be prepared for the exam, and all of that for nothing! I don’t even know what to do Momo, I feel I going crazy! I’m losing my mind inside these four walls! I feel trapped, hopeless, I just, I just want to disappear…”

An ominous silence invaded the room, you finally could say all that you have been bottling in out all this time. Momo debated what she could say in a situation like this, you really were screwed. But even having knowledge of your situation and its implications, something told her that, even if it was small there is still some hope. Trying to collect her thoughts she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, after a few seconds she opened them again and looked at you with a mix of confidence and faith.

“You know, since we met, I always thought you were the most courageous and aspiring person I’ve ever known. You never gave up, never let the limitations given by your family stopped you from being who you truly were, like a bird who didn’t know about frontiers or bounds, always focused at the horizon, what laid ahead, in the future, your future. Although you knew it was risky, you did it anyway, you took a leap of faith, and even though things didn’t come out as you wanted, you did it, you dared. Failure means that you’ve tried, don’t let failures and errors stop you, but make you stronger. So please, raise your head, stand proudly because a hero can always-”

“-break out of a tough spot, I know. Thank you, Momo.” You looked at your spread palm and closed your eyes for a moment. “It’s true that there’s nothing I can do, It already happened, is in the past and I can’t change it, but, as you said I have the present, the one that matters, the one that’ll help me shape my future, there’s no point on sulking over something that already happened, but I do have control over what’s happening and will happen. The only thing I can do now is wait for my letter, get over it, get a closure. And after that happens, I’ll just try it again, I learned my lesson, if I want to be a strong hero, I have to think in my wellbeing first, If I can’t save myself, I won’t be able to save anybody. I’ll do it at my own pace.” You closed your fist and opened your eyes full of renewed energy and conviction, you looked up at your always trusty friend and gave her your most sincere smile.“I don’t know how but I’ll keep trying, I’ll definitely do it.” Momo smiled back at you sharing your same emotions, grateful to see the same flame invade your eyes and spirit. 

“I know you will.”  

 “…But first, we’ll have some melon pan.*”

“…” 

*¥10,000 are approximately $91,35.

*Melon pan [ メロンパン ] (meronpan): They are sweet buns made with an enriched dough covered in a thin layer of crisp cookie dough. Their appearance resembles a melon (cantaloupe). Ironically they are not usually melon flavored but it can vary from caramel, maple syrup, chocolate, sometimes with syrup, whipped cream, flavored cream or custard as a filling. In the case of such variations, the name may drop the word 'melon' (maple pan) or may keep it despite the lack of melon favor (chocolate melon pan).

[geo-winchester]

REUNION (2)

A/N: so here’s the second part, I hope you like it!

Reunion part 1

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This wasn’t the first time that Poe wake up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, before he found Yn, he barely had them, and when he had did, he dream of the night when he walk away from her, but now his nightmare became more frequent, and he usually dream with the first order coming to his home and take his family away. When he wake up that night, he relax a little when he saw Yn beside him but he always need to check on his son, he slowly get out of bed and he stand for a couple of minutes on the frame of his son’s door, and like the other nights he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of he had a son, sure he feel guilty for miss a lot of things in his life but when he knew who he was he immediately hug him. Poe walk to the bed and sit on the edge of the bed, his mother’s ring was resting on his chest, as he saw the peaceful face of his son, he wish there was a way to have a simple life.

-Poe?- Yn was standing in the door as she rub her eyes, Poe walk to her and hug her -Did you have another nightmare?- he didn’t answer -Come with me- she said and guide him to the little kitchen, after a few minutes she put a cup of tea in front of him -do you want to talk about it?- she asked him.

-It was the same as always, but now it was your brother who take you away- he said without taking his eyes of the cup, she take his hand.

-He won’t- she smile.

-But what if they found us? We been here to long, people could recognize us...

-They won’t...

-how you know that?- he raise his voice and he try to calm himself -I’m sorry...

-It’s ok- she said -but I know he won’t found us, he didn’t found me before...

-I found you- she walk to him and touch his cheek.

-But that’s because you know me- she smile and rest her forehead in his -beside together we can fight this- she kiss him making him smile.

-Yeah, you’re probable right.

The next morning Poe wake up because of the sunlights coming through the window, when he turn in his bed, he notice Yn wasn’t there, he try his best to not freak out and he run to the kitchen, but he sight when he saw Yn standing in the door as she was watching their son playing, he walk to her and hug her from behind.

-Hey you- he said and kiss her neck.

-Hey- she said a little distance -Listen I was thinking and you were right...

-That’s not new- he said making her laugh.

-I’m serious- she said -You were right, we can’t keep living like this, he doesn’t deserve to live like this...

-And what we should do?

-I talk with my mother- she wait his reaction but when he keep listening she continue -she said we could go to the resistance base, they can protect us...

-Did you told her, who am I and what I do before- she nod.

-She said you can help them...

-And what if I don’t want it- he asked -What if I don’t want to fight and be apart of you.

-She said you can just give them information, no need to fight...

-And what about you?- she sigh.

-I want to fight Poe... I want to make the galaxy safe for him- she point at her son -I don’t want to run anymore, I want us to be a family...

-Marry me- he whisper, she turn at him surprise.

-what?

-Would you marry me?- he asked -I know it’s not the best time but I want to share my life with you, so please marry me...

-Yes- she whisper before she kiss him -So, are you good with my mom plan?- he nod.

-And I will be by your side fighting- he kiss the top of her head -when do we leave?

-Today- she said -My mother would send me the location of the resistance base in a few minutes.

-In that case I should go and get what we need for the trip- she nod -Kess! Do you want to go with your old man to the town?- the little boy nod as he run to his father.

Poe thought that his trip to the town was going to help him to relax, but for some reason with every minute it pass he became more and more anxious, the only thing that calm him down was the fact that at least he can watch his son. Poe told him about a few stories about him and Yn when they were young, and he promise him that one day he would teach him to fly, the excitement of the boy make him to forget about his worried, but that feeling come back when he saw a stormtrooper coming to they way, Poe immediately take his son and change the direction, he couldn’t believe what he just saw, they chose that planet because they know it wasn’t take it by the first order, so why he just saw a stormtrooper, then it hit it.

-Yn...- he whisper -Kess, listen to me, Remember the scape plan we made?

-Yes papa.

-Good, I need you to go to the hideout and stay there until me or your mom come to find you, ok?- when the boy nod he hug him -Don’t worry everything is going to be fine- he smile to the boy -Now go, I’ll come for you when this is over.

Poe run as fast as he can to the house, it wasn’t far when he saw a ship near the house, he recognize the symbol of the first order, he look all over the place and search for stormtroopers but he couldn’t find it, he start to make his way to the house.

-Freeze- someone yell behind him and he put his hands on the air.

-Easy buddy, I don’t want to hurt you- he said, he could hear the footsteps of the stormtrooper and when he hear him close he knock him down, he took his gun and keep walking, when he was close enough, he could hear Yn’s voice, she was in the middle of the room tied to a chair.

-I told you I don’t know where he is- Yn said.

-Are you sure about that?- Kylo said -my informant told me that he run away with you and biggest question is, why?

-Oh because is imposible someone run away with me?

-You know what I’m talking about, sister- he walk through the house -In all this years of service, he never disobey an order, he always finish the job and suddenly... he run away with you, so what did you told him?

-I play with his mind- she said -I do what it take to survive.

-So the child...

-It’s just a kid I found on a job- she said.

-Interesting- he get close to her - I’m going to ask you again, where is him now?- she start to scream when she feel the pain.

-Ok... ok... I’ll tell you, he’s in Yavin 4- she said -he take the kid with him, that was the plan...

-I’m impress, sister, you used your powers to hide from me and now, your using them to make me believe what your saying it’s true...

-I’m not lying.

-Yes you are, I know he’s here- even with the mask on, Yn knew he was smiling -Bring him to me- he said and a couple of stormtroopers bring Poe to the house.

-Yn! Are you alright?- Poe ask.

-Now I know why he run with you... he love you- he turn to his sister -and by the look of your eyes I can tell that you love him back...

-Ben... please don’t hurt him...

-Ben is death.

-No, you’re still my brother...- but he didn’t listen he point a gun to her and look at Poe.

-Where’s the kid?

-What are you doing? She’s your sister!- Poe said panick by the scene he was watching.

-I don’t need her anymore, I need that kid, tell me where is him- he said.

-I can’t- he said as he saw the women he love, she smile to him.

-Ok then- Kylo shoot her but the shot didn’t get close to her, she was able to stop it just in time -Thank you sister, now that you focusing your powers in other thing I can feel the force in the child- he said and he focus -he’s strong, even more strong than you, he would be the perfect sith.

-No!- Yn scream and she make the shoot fly to Kylo, who get wound in the arm.

Poe’s reaction was faster than the stormtroopers who was holding him and he took his blaster and shoot at them, then he point to kylo as he walk to Yn and free her. Both of them look at Kylo with attention, Poe didn’t move his gun, Kylo took his light sable and turn it on, none of them move as they wait as the stack of the other. Suddenly a bunch of shots came from the outside making kylo to hide behind a wall.

-Come on- Yn hear her father screaming from the outside -We need to go.

Poe and Yn run to the outside were her father and Chewie were waiting for them, they run as fast as they could to the millennial falcon and when they get there Han and Chewie didn’t waste time and took off the planet.

-What took you so long?- Yn said as she try to get her breath away.

-Sorry sweetheart but I had to go for the kid first and it wasn’t easy to found, good plan on that- he said.

-Mommy, daddy!- a couple of little arms hug them, Poe pick up the kid.

-Oh crap- Han said as he saw Poe -I thought we leave you behind.

-Dad!- Yn said and Chewie roar.

-Oh, como on, don’t give me that speech, Chewie it was your idea to leave him there- Chewie roar again.

-Hey, I can hear you- Poe said.

-Yeah, yeah good for you- Han said as he take the boy and get out of the room.

-sorry about that- she said.

-It’s ok- he said as he touch her cheek -But can I be the one who told him that I’m going to marry you- she look at him with curious -I want to see the look at his face- he said making her smile.

-ok.

-Hey Han- Poe begin to say as he walk to the door -We have good news, and I think you really want to hear it.

[daydreaming-jessi]

I hope you’re ready for a story about death. Beware, this will mention suicide and some gross things like bones cracking. Y’all said you wanted to hear it so I decided to go ahead and post it! The story of how Juno met Beetlejuice’s father and how she came to become the demon she is when we see her. It’s a mix of a fanfic with a lil comic in between because i drew it before I wrote this lmao and I wanted to include it but there wasn’t really a great way to do that. It’s a long boy, so the story’s under the cut. Hopefully it works, I don’t wanna clog anyone’s dash ^^’

Once, in a time long before cable tv was even a pipe dream much less when it was considered to be on its deathbed, there was a city where all thought it would reign endlessly. In that city there was a woman, long tormented by those above her. She felt powerless, that her fate was never in her own hands. She chased off all men that tried to marry her and control her even further, cut herself off from others that tried to subdue her. She was jeered at and made a pariah. She despised it all. She cursed the gods for bringing her to a world where she held no autonomy, she pleaded for something to change, something to give. It seemed that she would receive no aid though.

One night, she felt it was all too much. Drunk on gluttonous amounts of wine, she decided there was no hope for her. She took a knife, and one last time, despaired. “If I hold no freedom in life, then I shall seek it in the underworld, gods be damned!” And sliced her throat open. Her blood soaked the ground.

When she awoke again, she found herself not in what is described as the underworld. Instead, it was an endless void, with few shadowy wisps wandering the inky, black scape.

There the woman wandered, her wound on her throat constantly aching, forever reminding her of her deeds, though most everything else of her life was long forgotten in the void. Far did she walk, for there was no time to keep, no exhaustion or desire to hold her back, as she searched for anything. It was not until the darkness became a misty white did she take pause, wondering if any of this was worthwhile.

Then, she heard a noise. A groan, the shuffle of something large moving, and she felt that something with an endless gaze was watching her.

“Hey, that something has a name thanks! Also, you make me sound creepy, I’m just looking at the lady that’s wandered onto my turf, narrator!”

The woman startled, it had been so long since she’d heard another speak in a tongue she understood.

“Why so serious, eh? I thought this was supposed to be a funny story! Like, I know this story has a suicide in it and stuff, but man is this a downer. Ever heard of dark comedy?”

“Who’s there?” The woman asked, her voice a croak from long disuse, the air hissing out of her throat.

“What, you can’t see me yet? Are you blind or something? Oh crap, wait are you blind? This will be awkward if you’re actually blind, shit,” the voice responded.

The woman squinted her eyes, seeing a towering mass in the mist, just out of sight, sending a chill of terror down her spine. “Are you a god? A beast? Here to finish me off finally?” The woman tried to hide her fear, standing behind a mask of pride.

“Ha, God! That’s a good one. Beast is probably closer. Here, lemme just, don’t wanna scare this one off…”

The mass twisted and the sound of bones cracking and bloody flesh squelching filled the air. The woman tripped backwards hastily, watching as the creature moved inhumanly. Finally, a man stepped forward, a man much bigger than her, both physically and seeming mentally, wearing clothes the woman had never seen before, strangely tailored to his body in a way she had couldn’t quite comprehend. His hair flared out wildly, seeming to be a sort of black with green tint that seemed to be… moving. His eyes were the most startling of all, a bright luminescent green that seemed to pierce into the woman’s very soul.

“How do ya do? Been a while since one of you newly dead’s wandered all the way out here. Usually it’s just me and my two buds,” the man grinned, revealing sharp teeth that belonged more to a predator than a man.

The woman swallowed thickly. “Buds?” She asked, trying to keep her body from shaking.

“Yeah, Tunk and Harley. They’re a riot,” the man said, jutting a thumb to two boulders that seemed to suddenly appear from the mist.

The woman blinked, taken aback by this man, thing, creature’s attitude.

“Speaking of, what about you? What’s yer handle?” The man was suddenly at the woman’s side, eyes darting over her in a quick one over. The woman startled away, gasping. His skin was almost translucent, and he reeked of sulfur.

She took a deep breath, composing herself, before the question hit her. Who was she? She almost crumbled to her feet upon realizing that she had no answer.

“Ah, jeez, they sent another fainter. Here, sit on Harley, she doesn’t mind the weight,” the man helped the unnamed woman onto the bigger of the two boulders.

The man plopped onto the other one in a most undignified state, picking at his sharp teeth with fingers that, upon a second look, were not human hands. It was as if his fingertips were frostbitten, but rather than fall off, they grew claws that belonged to a bear.

“What is this place?” The woman finally asked, desperate for some sort of answer to all this madness she’d been subjected to.

“Ah, there’s that thousand dollar question. You, my friend, are the lucky new inhabitant of the netherworld! Applause may be had now,” an uproarious applause filled the air, as streamers and balloons manifested as well, though how the unnamed woman knew what these things are was uncertain. The man crossed his legs, twice. With a third leg.

“Now, you may be wondering, Netherworld? But I thought the afterlife was ‘insert belief here’, and I’m here to tell you everything you knew was wrong! There’s no god, no cycle, no anything! It’s all one big ol’ void! Welcome, to the rest of your afterlife! Drifting around nowhere forever, until you finally dissolve into that nothing. Exciting isn’t it?” The man continued.

The woman’s head spun. Nothing? No gods? No underworld? No judgement? Only a void? It sounded so... chaotic. “But, but how could there be nothing? How could there be no gods? We-we came from something how could we dissolve into nothing?” She asked.

The man shrugged, still seeming quite chipper about the whole thing. “Don’t ask me. I just live here.”

“But, but… what about you? Aren’t you going to fade away as well?” The woman asked, desperate.

“Oh I can’t. I’m technically not dead! No I’m a shoggoth, and we just... Live here. Rents cheap, restaurants are alright, and just lookit all this space! Can’t complain, I guess.”

“But, but, how can you live? Why must I die? What is the difference between you and I? Dammit! Dammit all, it’s just as unfair in death as it is life! Damn everything, damn it all to oblivion with me!” The woman stood, rage filling her empty veins. All of the suffering, it was never ending. She would never find peace.

The man, the shoggoth, watched the woman with interested eyes. A plan was forming in his mind, a plan he’d long since been thinking. “It is unfair, isn’t it? Man everyone hates it! No point to doing anything, it’s all for naught. We’re all gonna waste away. Well, you are. I won’t. I’ll just be stuck here in the boring old Netherworld. Forever. Chatting with rocks and making mist puppets.” He demonstrated this skill with a beautiful puppet recreation of Shakespeare’s Macbeth.

The woman paused in her ranting, looking over to him. “There must be a way, there must be a way to change this.”

Hiding a smirk, the shoggoth stood. “Well… there could be. Might be. Possibly be. It all depends, I guess.”

“Enough of your riddles. What is it you have schemed, I can see for myself you know a way.”

The shoggoth blinked, caught off guard by the woman’s rushing through his theatrics. He quickly shook himself back to his plan.

“Alright, smart woman I see. So, I’m a shoggoth. A powerful, unstoppable beast. I can crush cities, move mountains, do whatever I want. But I’m trapped here. No shoggoth can leave the netherworld. And newly deads? They’re powerless wimpy lil things, but. If they were to have the power of a shoggoth, well, I always thought you lil air suckers are pretty unstoppable. No way could the netherworld hold you back if you had the right tools to get outta here. So! I think, maybe we should form a deal!” He held his hand out to the woman, trying to smile charmingly, emphasis on trying.

The woman stared at him flatly, unsure. “A… deal…” she said.

“Yes’m, a deal! Just one little itty bitty deal that combines my powers with your soul, giving you the power to do as you please, and giving me the ability to finally go where I please. All we have to do is share a name, giving us a connection.”

He could see that she was hesitant. It was time to put on the charm. Humans like nicknames, right?

Power filled the air. The woman, now Juno, felt her body tear itself apart molecule by molecule, and repiece itself back together. She wasn’t sure if she screamed or if it was the sound of the world around them bending to the shoggoth’s will.

After what felt like eternity, Juno opened her eyes. Abdul looked back worriedly. Upon seeing her moving, he breathed a breath of relief. “Oh good! I thought you were like, dead squared.”

“What... is this...?” Juno brought her hand to her face. Already her thoughts were filled to the brim, she knew the ins and outs of the netherworld, how to manipulate it, to control it. Energy hummed under her skin, the sensation of her slashed throat long in the past. Slowly, she moved her hand, the mist formed into a ball before her. Slowly, a smile filled her face.

“This is having control over your own soul. Looks like we’re not powerless anymore!” Abdul grinned, reaching a hand down. Juno took it and he helped her stand up, and she slowly moved forward, marveling at the way everything looked now. She understood what it all was, what Abdul was, what she was.

“So, partner! Ready to take the world by storm?” Abdul asked. Juno turned back to him, and for a single second Abdul felt a flicker of hesitance. Something was different. For one moment, Abdul saw something in Juno’s now red eyes, and for the first time ever he felt a shadow of fear.

But then Juno smiled coolly, looking normal once more. “A demon and a shoggoth together are unstoppable. It is time to bring order to the netherworld. A system. We cannot have souls wandering around so freely. What if they found shoggoths as well? We can’t have everyone have this power, lest one starts to take it away from others for themselves. Come, Abdul. Let’s get to work.”

Abdul watched as she started off, back to where the souls came into netherworld. “Hey, narrator... is this really a happy ending? I’m not so sure. I mean, Juno seems nice and all. Just, is this really what she should have?” he muttered.

I cannot answer.

Abdul sighed, unhappy at the lack of response, and started after Juno. “Probably just overthinking. I always overthink, y’know? Who cares. Soon I’ll be able to see earth. I’ll be able to see what the humans like about life so much. Hell yeah. Yeah! Wait up Juno!” He hurried after her, leaving Tunk and Harley in the mist.

[darlingstarstuff]

dream journal. 66.

(lucidity achieved)

july 23rd, 2019

*busts through the door*

ah, guys, guys, i had another lucid dream*! remember yesterday i hoped for something cool to happen? well it happened! it lasted a bit longer then the first one too! i remember a lot and there was all this detail i saw! i went to bed like normally in the night, though it did take a little while for me to fall asleep. i’ll have some tea tonight to help with that.

but first, my first dream- as spotty and ‘hmm’ inducing as usual. i dreamt of a girl, she was blonde and pretty nice looking. i think she worked with my job’s company, and was associated with it in some way to know about what goes on inside. she came to my store a lot, and boasted about how her dishwasher was more efficient and powerful than our own. like it was something to really be proud of. it’s one of those dreams that give me the “stare into the camera with a blank face” feeling.

i wake up, go to the bathroom, and decide i’m going to try something different that i read up on. i drink some water, and grab a nearly empty journal that i don’t use for anything anymore. i sit down on my bed, and instead of just notes, try to remember everything i can about my dream. then, i write under it what i want to dream next. the just of it was that i wrote about wanting to lucid dream, realize i’m dreaming, and what kind of dream scene i wanted for when it happened: a city that is strange enough for me to realize i’m dreaming, and i want to fly into the sky, maybe to space, and over the skyline. i had to do this in the dusk light so artificial light doesn’t wake me up more, but i manage.

*i go to bed with the extreme intent of lucid dreaming. and it works! i think i became lucid near the start of the dream? my first memory is myself, walking down a dim hallway with brown wooden floors, there are deep-colored curtains in front of me. right as i go through in between these very heavy curtains. i become lucid. i found some humor in struggling to trip out to the other side while i rub my hands together to solidify my grounding.

and i’m in! so cool! i pay more attention to myself first. i don’t know what the heck i was wearing at first, but i change my outfit. red hoodie and shoes cause i wanna look snazzy and it’s my favorite. what’s the point of lucid dreaming if you don’t look good while doing it. it crazy too, i passed my hand over my wrist, and even without looking i can feel a hair tie that i always keep on my wrist. that detail kinda shocked me.

finally i check my surroundings and oh my god. it’s straight out of a fantasy novel! i’m trying to recall every detail i can for you guys. a beautiful rustic city out in the horizon, the buildings were bronzy and tan, but the rood and ceiling fo these buildings were covered in beautiful, colorful fabrics! i saw a blimp in the sky overhead, and it was made of the same materials.

but from where i stood, there was a loooong cobble stone bridge gapping the space between me and it. it’d be a long walk. it’s raining though, just a tad of grey clouds, but the rain is nothing fierce. i take the chance to pull up my hoodie to shield myself. i jump down from the “stage” where the curtains were and my feet land on a cobble stone high-rise connected to the bridge. i realize that- i can’t actually really hear anything- it threw me off. i shout “sound on!” to see if it did anything, but then i only heard the rain pattering. no wind. nothing else.

i walk to the side, and notice that the bridge is actually over a very large river-didn’t hear any water splashing- so large there’s a huge ship docked on the side. there’s a person there by the ship, standing in a sandy scape that leads right into the river water. i jump down and come closer.

the person is a woman, whose wearing very strange but cool clothes. how do i describe… a fantasy-style jumpsuit? tucked in at the waist with a tan colored belt, and paired with a hood that she wears over her had. there’s other belts and ropes that hang around her thighs and even her hood to hold dangling jewelry and bits and bobbles. i think i recall a couple of big feathers attached to her hood. she was barefoot.

she turns to me and tells me over the rain that everyone is gone. i stare at her in confusion and asks what she means. she doesn’t go into detail, she tells me everyone was “taken”. in that moment, i remembered i wanted to fly in my dream. i think ‘fly’ and i start to levitate. i tell her i’ll go look for them for her, and ask who does she think took them?

as i ascend higher i can still hear her.

“The Black took them.”

i’m confused again but only for a moment. in my spot in the sky i get a horrifying, complete view of what happens next. a large ship that was docked is suddenly crushed down and disappears entirely into the water, and disappears in a cascade of tossed waves. it’s then i see what is probably the tail of the biggest, blackest whale-monster. it was- too big.

i get too high in the air, i think. i wake up completely astonished.*

when i check the time, it’s still early, around 7:30 i think? so i try to have another lucid dream. i simply fall back into another dream, but it was long, vivid, and a lot of fun! i laughed a lot and just had a good time. i felt like myself. i think i’ll keep that one to myself though. so excited to have another lucid dream! +exp!

[as-many-times-as-it-takes]

Hello! Something has been bothering me, and now I have a question. If Shiro was within the Black Lion the entire time since Zarkon's destruction, and had at least some semblance of control (or even just the Black Lion being aware that Shiro was within) why was Kuron allowed access? In the heat of the moment the paladins required assistance, but what's the excuse in every time afterwords? The Black Lion and Shiro had to know something was up, right? Would love to hear your thoughts on this one.

Hiya Anon!

Thanks for the ask! This is a great series of questions. I know that as soon as Shiro told Keith that he had died and had existed in the Black Lion’s consciousness since the fight with Zarkon that I had SO MANY QUESTIONS.

Honestly, I think that we may never truly know the answers to these unless Shiro explains more in Season 7. But in the meantime, here’s my two cents (WARNING: This is another long one XD!)

Many works of fiction have pushed the concepts of transhumanism and what the human mind / soul is capable of outside the body. One example would be the game SOMA. Here, copies of human consciousness were uploaded into machines in such as fashion that they still believed themselves to be human. However, with no real body, with no mouth to speak with, no need to eat, nor even the concept of breathing existing anymore, many of these minds went mad. All the norms we took for granted in the world around us were shattered and their consciousness was unable to cope with such alien concepts.

So what did this mean for Shiro’s consciousness? Well, he makes this comment to Keith:

In the above SOMA concept, the copies of human minds were placed into things still in the world, and yet that jarring existence drove them mad. Imagine being separated from EVERYTHING. You are no longer a physical being. You no longer even exist on the same plane as the rest of the universe. You are a metaphysical concept of a soul, that is nearly impossible to truly define and you exist in the soul-space of an alien machine-being which is a pseudo living entity out in the vastness of space. I’m not sure how much more impossibly alien you can get then that.

I imagine, everything was chaos for Shiro. Points of light, sound, emotions, all existing in a formless, timeless jumble. How hard would it be to pull enough of himself together to /be/ himself let alone to understand the concepts of ‘I am dead’, ‘but I am in the Black Lion’, ‘That is not me’, ‘Something is Wrong’, ‘I need to warn the others’.

Shiro doesn’t necessarily go into the gritty details of what it was like drifting in the Black Lion’s consciousness and what it was like when he ‘woke up’ for lack of better words. He could have suddenly come into his own being all at once and been capable of conscious and rational thought and may have been desperately trying to figure out a way to contact the others for a long time. However, I think it’s much more complicated then that.

I imagine the strength of character and the amount of energy required to pull such a formless concept together long enough to form /Shiro/ took a herculean amount effort.

When Shiro was finally able to appear to Lance, he was barely able to spit out a single sentence, and his form was out of focus and draped in shadows. Even with Keith, Shiro was unable to hold his presence indefinitely.

I personally believe that Shiro did not fully exist in an easily definable sense the whole time he was in the Black Lion. I think his being ebbed and flowed, eventually reaching enough points of cohesion to be able to observe, comprehend, and act on the material plane again. I imagine it was very hard. when Shiro consciously existed enough to only catch snippets of what was happening, to even string them together into anything that made sense. Did he have any sense of the progression of time at first? When he saw Kuron in the Black Lion, did he think it was actually himself and was a memory from the past? Did he already attempt to contact Lance, or was that only the beginning of a thought that he needed to contact someone? Were any of these things even relevant anymore? Had too much time passed already, or had none at all?

So does this mean that all the excitement about Shiro helping pick Keith to pilot the Black Lion from within are false? Honestly, I think it’s much more complicated then that.

I do not believe that Shiro was directly responsible for Keith being picked by Black, of Black finding Kuron, or for Black allowing Kuron to pilot later. However, I /do/ think he still had an effect on all of these choices.

If Shiro’s spirit / essence / soul was inside of the Black Lion’s consciousness / soul-scape then they were very likely in synch with each other if not even partially melded. Shiro already had an amazing bond with the Black Lion, allowing the Lion to save him from a permanent end. So while Shiro may not have been directly pointing at Keith and saying YES, LET KEITH PILOT PLEASE! His very perception of Keith was now with the Black Lion. Does this mean that Shiro still was beside Keith the whole time he was forced to lead? I think so. Whether platonic or romantic, Shiro had sworn to never give up on Keith and I strongly believe that vow is written down into the very core of his being. Maybe it wasn’t the same as Shiro physically standing behind Keith while he flew, but his essence was still with him the entire time.

So what about the Black Lion finding Kuron? Clearly the Black Lion knew Shiro was inside its own consciousness and that this “Shiro” was false. So why save Kuron in the first place, let alone allow Kuron to pilot not once but multiple times?

Well, for one, the Lions’ thoughts and personalities are complicated and pretty alien. They don’t always interact as fully conscious beings all the time, but they clearly have souls and are some sort of machine-entities.

We may never get a solid answer on this. The Black Lion may have chosen to save Kuron for any number of reasons. Maybe because the Black Lion knew Keith desperately needed that hope to keep going. Maybe because the Black Lion knew that it wasn’t Kuron’s fault. Maybe because the Black Lion knew that Kuron would be needed, either for the sake of the team when Keith faltered / had to leave or perhaps the Black Lion even knew that Kuron would be absolutely necessary at some point to fully bring Shiro back.

My best friend also pointed out something really interesting, which was in the Hypable interview: 

LM: For me, the way I see it is that our Shiro has now been placed into the clone body. The clone Shiro, by all intents and purposes, truly believed he was the original Shiro and shared all of those same drives, and goals, and really only became evil when Haggar took control. And so, I like to think that the clone Shiro was kind of absorbed into the real Shiro’s essence when he was put into the body. And so now he’s just become part of that real Shiro. So our real Shiro is in control. There’s not a clone Shiro that’s watching out through Shiro’s eyes. He’s just part of his consciousness now, there’s just one guy.

So, in a way we actually had two Shiros at the same time. One existed in the Spirit Realm in the Black Lion’s consciousness and the other in a cloned body. There’s a chance this was just as confusing to the Black Lion as it is to us! But, remember also that the Black Lion didn’t pick up on Kuron until he dreamed of the team in his dying moments. Perhaps this strong bond resonated with Shiro’s own soul, as they were really one and the same. For a moment, their essences were in sync and the Black Lion sensed this as well with Shiro tucked inside. This is very likely why the Black Lion also let Kuron pilot. Not only just to help save the team, but multiple times after that. The Black Lion let Zarkon pilot and call out to it multiple times, even when Zarkon’s personality and goals took a turn for the worse. And since Kuron wasn’t exactly evil unless Haggar was controlling him, there really wasn’t a reason to not help him. Kuron essentially /was/ Shiro and, once, again, there’s a good chance the Black Lion sensed that Kuron would be ultimately needed to help sort everything out.

So how did Shiro feel about this?

Well. At some point in time, he certainly figured out that something was wrong and tried to warn the team. However, he was barely able to make contact with Lance and ultimately failed to fully communicate the issue. Of interesting note, is the fact that Kuron did NOT enter the spirit realm. I’m not certain what to make of that, but I think that perhaps the ‘real’ Shiro actually pushed Kuron away and used that energy as an opportunity to try to reach the team. This is one of the first times when Kuron seems to realize that something is wrong as well. (As does Lance).

Without having the full story and likely struggling to maintain cohesion of his self, the spiritual version of Shiro was likely forced to assume that Kuron was BAD NEWS but he couldn’t figure out exactly what to do about it. With Lance, he was barely able to do more than appear once in the Spirit Realm and that took a considerable bit of effort on the rest of the Paladin’s part as well.

Keith was definitely different.

Whether or not he was actively attempting to reach the team, but unable to reach them after Olkarion is unclear. But Shiro definitely pointed out that his lack of a deep connection with them, unlike the Black Lion or Keith, prevented him from being able to reach them. Even /with/ Keith, he is unable to materialize for very long.

But at least this time he’s finally able to explain what happened and where he’s been all this time. By this point, he’s able to borrow strength from Keith and provide all the answers he’s been desperate to share and that Keith has been desperate to find out.

And this connection with Keith seems to strengthen Shiro greatly, allowing him to lend his wisdom and support actively while teaching Keith how to see through the Black Lion’s eyes and unlock more of his potential.

With Kuron dying and Keith allowing Shiro to manifest much more strongly, it’s very possible that this was simply the point where everything clicked into place. The Black Lion may have finally figured out why Kuron had been important to work with all along, may have already known, or perhaps it was just sheer dumb luck.

But ultimately it paid off and allowed the two entities to fully merge as Allura transferred Shiro’s soul from the Black Lion into Kuron’s clone body.

Hopefully this answered the question! I know I went on for quite a bit XD. I’m curious if we’ll get any answers in Season 7 and if any of this drabble was accurate!

Thanks again for the ask!

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SnK Chapter 103 Poll Results

The chapter 103 poll closed with 2,013 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Another month, another chapter that left people feeling excited! 98% of poll takers rated chapter 103 from good to excellent!

I just cant wait for the next chapter. I'm so HYPED

I like that Isayama for the first time since rts showcased a fast-paced action-packed chapter. Too many questions rn, but imo zeke is 100% w/ paradis, falco won’t die and the female titan will appear, regardless of its inheritor. Eren’s transformation was jizz-worthy

This chapter was both so thrilling and yet so frustrating.  On one hand, so much is happening in just the right amount of panels and it seems Isayama has learned the art of pacing in this arc more successfully than others.  I'm a sucker for tragedy, so the conflicted misery of what is going on is satisfying given the history of the series.  On the other hand, I am still very frustrated in figuring out what exactly is going on, what is being implied, specifically anything involving Zeke

I don’t know what to say. I feel so empty. But the chapter is great!

This month it was a tie for most emotional moment between “Falco trying to encourage unconscious Reiner” and “Armin finally appearing, looking haunted”. We are happy to see that people who love both sides of the conflict were able to have a good emotional tug with this chapter! 

Pretty much every panel that included Falco.  This poor, traumatized child who ran into a literal war zone to get help.

Why are all my waifus getting killed.

With Reiner having no will to live, I guess he’s just going to stay in that crystal thing. Why do we have so many shifters in crystals now (Annie, Lady Tybur and now Reiner)?

I absolutely loved the scene between Falco and Reiner. That was one of the most emotional and sweet moments in SNK. Reiner was ready to sacrifice himself to save the child. I truly love how warm and protective he is towards children. I hope that both will survive. I want Reiner to find happiness and see how great person he really is. He made mistakes but regrets them. He learnt his lesson. Now is time to move on.

This one was a landslide win with Armin’s entrance taking the victory. It seems that months of waiting to see his return finally paid off! We’re sure many of you guys are hoping to see his Colossal form next month!

Eren transforming three times within a half an hour is incredible, but the most amazing part of the chapter was Armin's entrance as the colossal titan. The explosion looked catastrophic, can't wait to see it animated!

I literally screamed when I saw Armin, I’m so happy to see him with the Survey Corps, but his face worries me slightly. I’m also sad we didn’t get to see his titan form.

Not as epic as the last one but so glad to see Armin again. Sasha's sniping skills and Eren mindblowing everybody (Porco in particular) were the best parts.

While the majority of you guys are certain Zeke is only acting on his own agenda, there’s plenty of division on whether he could be siding with Eren alone or with Paradis as a whole. One thing that does seem certain to the majority is that he’s definitely not working in Marley’s favor. 

Zeke probably thinks he and Eren are the same because they were both manipulated by Grisha or so he thinks. If he realizes that Eren probably doesn't hate their dad, Zeke's attitude towards his brother will possibly change. 

Zeke's the one with most awareness that the cycle will repeat so long as shifters exist, his unique perspective is knowing what Grisha taught him as well as having the total trust of the Marley from a young age, and having physically gone and seen the island and witnessed their struggles with the titans, and met Eren who is the direct result of Grisha's continued plans.  There is no one who should be more impartial and aware that this is a unending cycle, it seems he's finally coming to terms with having to do something about it after all his life simply being a pawn of people in what he assumed was a more influential position than him.

Every chapter I say "This is definitely the chapter we finally see what Zeke is up to" and every chapter it just gets more confusing...

I seriously doubt that Zeke is working with Paradis. One thing would be to act like an enemy but he literally killed a bunch of SC soldiers, I doubt the SC would be ok with that. Also, Levi looked PISSED AF! I doubt Zeke died and he's still suspicious but I'm betting on him having his own ulterior motives.

I don't think Zeke is working with the SC. It was hard to answer these questions when the options contradict my feelings and understanding of the chapter so much.

So. Good ol' Zeke. He's like David S. Pumpkins; he's his own thing. I'm still of the belief that he's working towards his own objective but now I'm more open to the idea that he may have something set up with SC via Eren as his point of contact (who, of course, is definitely working with/for SC). But it's clear that even if they are both aware of the chain of events unfolding before their eyes, both sides have something they want badly in the end and will probably "betray" each other without hesitation to get it at some point.

The survey corps has a plan but Zeke and Eren also have a separate plan they're not aware of. And on top of all of that Zeke has his own plan for his own personal agenda.

Zekerets

The general consensus is that there’s more in store for Zeke in this story, even if it means he managed to transfer his consciousness to his Eldian ass. ;) Most of you are positive we will be seeing more from Zeke in future chapters!

If Zeke is dead, I will watch the live action movie 10 times in a row

Levi cut Zeke out of the Beast Titan's neck while everyone was distracted by Armin's transformation. Then after Zeke made his getaway, Levi blew the shit out of the rest of the nape to destroy the evidence and make everyone think Zeke was dead.

Zeke escaped upwards using 3dmg right as levi was supposed to attack him, causing zeke to be assumed KIA

Well, looks like Zeke has been vaporised, playtime's over kids, let's head back home now!

I find it hard to believe that Zeke got taken down this easily again. I also find it odd that we don't see the clothing he's wearing inside his titan, but we do see what the others are wearing in their titans. Looking back, it seems that's the way it was before, too. But I think it would be a cool plot twist if he had 3DMG equipped this time, considering he did take Mike's 3DMG a while back.

While the majority believe that Levi is working along with Zeke, there is division on whether Levi has decided to let go of his promise to Erwin to kill Zeke. Over half of the voters believe that Levi still intends to kill Zeke when all is said and done, but a good 31% of you believe that he may have decided to let it go for the greater goal.

If the Zeke-Survey Corps alliance isn't real then Isayama must be the biggest troll ever. Also, I believe Levi has always shown that he'll do what's best for humanity/Eldia (even if it means doing unpleasant things) so I don't think the alliance is as far-fetched as other people believe.

Still waiting for that sweet Levi's Revenge™

Levi!   I love how emotional Levi gets when it comes to keeping his promise to Erwin; nothing can get a rise out of him anymore or get him to max rage except Zeke.  I hope we find out sooner rather than later what Zeke is up to, but there is no way that Levi is going to let him walk out of this alive, even if he is part of the current plan.  

Regarding Levi wanting to Kill Zeke, while he'd prefer to kill him by his own hands we already know he'd be willing to feed him to someone so the Titan power isn't lost. I personally think Zeke agreed, since he has a a year left at best,

While there was a small shift in ratio, the majority of you guys still believe that Pieck is not totally trustful of Zeke. There have been plenty of analyses floating around believing that she may have seen Zeke leaving the Beast Titan after Levi’s attack. 

The question about Pieck being mistrustful of Zeke isn't worded very well because if I answer yes it makes it seem like I'm part of the 70% and haven't changed my mind when I'm in fact part of the 30% and haven't changed my mind.

This question was mainly for fun, but Lady Tybur decidedly wins the award for Best “Bitch Please” Face™. Hopefully we get more fun looks from her next chapter! 

Imma let you finish, but Lady Tybur has the best side eye in all of SnK

Ms. Tyber has the best death glare!

There’s some division on this question, but it’s a near-tie between Armin getting involved in the fight and the Paradis crew’s ticket out of Marley showing up. 

They'll drop sour cream bombs

At this point John Cena might as well show up.

Annie will arrive (let me dream)

I think time is running for them to scape "safely", but not necessarily through a zeppelin

I think what Jean & Zeke mean by "It's almost time/times running out" is that Eren needs to make contact with Zeke before the Colossal Wall Titans arrive so Eren will be able to control them. If Eren doesn't touch Zeke before the Wall Titans arrive, everyone including the SC & Eldians will die.

I believe that the question about the lights up are relationed with Hanji, after all, Armin is too distance. In fact, I think that the thoughts about an escape through a zepplin are a little bit awkward.  And I think that zeke escaped using the DMT, wich he took when he said goodbye to piecke and porko, before eren showed up.

Most of you still believe that Jean is clinging onto his humanity (and with good reason after he called Floch out in the previous chapter for being too zealous). The expectation is that he will avoid harming Falco or that someone else will step in and do the dirty work instead. 

I noticed that jean is only attacking the shifters on shiganshina battle arc. which can tell a lot about his war ethics and strategics. he’s only fighting those who declared war on them first, almost as if trying to ignore those who got caught up into it.

Jean will kill Falco. I think becasue it's a callback for that girl from MP that Jean couldn't kill from Uprising

Last month nearly all of the scores were tied with both pessimism and optimism about Annie’s fate. This month, there seems to be more optimism, but most people are still hanging out in the area of uncertainty. We hope to get a clear answer soon!

Since Eren said that the crystal was, as expected, unbreakable AFTER pointing out it was like Annie's, I take that to mean he has tried chewing Annie's crystal open but failed like he did this time. I'm not sure why so many people seem to be taking this to mean that he was able to eat Annie when the scene actually reassures me that he hasn't

I had absolutely no hope for Annie being alive, but seeing Lady Tybur being conscious while inside the crystal changed my mind. Annie could still be alive. And if she is, she spent YEARS in the crystal while being aware of her surroundings??? I am shook

It has already been hinted several times that Annie would eventually return. I don't think Isayama would forget about her, and if it appears to be true, that she's returning next chapter, I hope to see her work with the Survey Corps, or a backstory/flashback, which explains the reason why she'll be working with the Survey Corps from now on.

Almost 35% of you are ready to just see Lady Tybur kick the bucket already, but a good 28% of you would at least like to see her have a chat with Eren first.

why do so many people want lady tybur to die?? i don’t understand?? she’s cool and has done nothing wrong to anyone like ever??? she’s even called a villain?? excuse me tell me one villainous thing she did?? she’s a decent human being but i guess how dare she beat eren’s ass up and defend her people... 🤦🏻‍♀️

Eren needs to swallow her whole (insert lemmy face)

Over 60% of you believe that the Survey Corps’ goal is to kill the enemy titan shifters.

I strongly disagree with having only 2 options in the "capture or to kill them?" question. The real answer, is, I believe, either one. If they can deprive Marley of a weapon and add it to their strength, is clearly the ideal. But, if the choice comes down to kill or they escape, they'll absolutely just kill them. Depriving your enemy of a weapon is always a better choice than letting them continue attacking you with it, in the hopes you could take it later.

I still maintain that the goal was to avoid any and all combat with the shifters; hence Pieck and Porcos trap. (Why bother setting the whole thing up? Why not just kill them?) My guess is that capturing them for their titan powers was the next step, although that's obviously failed. I feel like the end game here is to gather all the titan somehow and unite them for...??? Something??? World peace??? Shit, that sounds like a good idea. Unrealistic but good.

It’s a near-tie between believing that either Zeke orchestrated capturing Porco and Pieck or believe that he did it as a larger plan with the Survey Corps.

Maybe Zeke wanted to isolate Pieck and Porco in the trap, to save their lives?

Most of you seem to have given up on figuring out Trapdoor-kun’s identity. But a fair chunk of you think it could have been a current day Eldian restorationist! There’s still a good amount of you who believe it’s Connie as well.

Hiroyuki Sawano

Erwin it was erwin. You thought he was dead? You fool he's not!  He's immortal,  he's still here and  with the strength of his eyebrows he will kick everyone's ass.

I really don't care at this point

One thing is certain, at least 65% of you guys believe that the Jaeger Brothers have the best Eldian asses! It seems nice booties run in the family! 

I can forgive people supporting  Marley, but WHO THE HELL VOTED ON ZEKE ASS?????

Everyone who chose zeke’s Titan as having the best ass is a furry goodbye

Levi is jealous of Zeke's Eldian ass.

porco got a nice ass uwu

That question.... I don't care about titan's butts -_-

I like Eldian asses

Predicting who Isayama kills off has always been difficult, but over half of you believe that Pieck is going to be toast in the next chapter, with Jean following in  second, Porco a distant third.

Gabi you better not be aiming that rifle at my husbando Jean also can everyone of Paradis and Eldia have a party at the newly created bay, I want the warriors AND the SC to live please and thank you

Pieck and Porco will likely die next chapter 😪

I swear to god Flocke if you lay even one finger on little Falco or Gabi I will personally hunt you down, you'll be lucky if I find you first though. Because other wise the Armored titan will kill you dead. You will then, rest in pieces.

Protect Jean and Falco 2k18

pieck cant die, nor can any 104th  members

At 57%, a majority are thirsty for answers on the Paradis Crew’s last 4 years. 

I need Paradis flashbacks but first I'd like to be sure no one major dies, thanks.

I stg we'll have that fucking Paradis flashback right before Levi's death. Fucking Isayama.

I really don’t want a crap ton of flashbacks I’m Ngl I just kinda wanna get moving I know the q and a said stuff but like that’s my thought at the moment.

I really hope the next chapters a flashback to paradis i mean it would be neat for the 104th chapter to be a flashback ABOUT THE 104TH

As expected of the redditors, you’re still the overwhelming majority of the poll takers! ;)

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So chomping down on Lady Tybur's crystal won't break it and apparently neither will the thunder spears. We still haven't seen Eren try to use his hardening ability to break it but honestly, I think his only option now is to use the coordinate. It could be revealed soon that only the person inside the crystal can break themselves out and by using the coordinate, Eren can order her to do so. After all, we've seen Eren control mindless titans, but would unlocking the full powers of the founding titan allow him to control shifters as well?

Bertholdt's death was such a surprise to Porco... When Reiner returned to Marley, he gave his full report about what had happened, so if he was aware of Bertholdt's death, then he would have reported it, thus leading to Porco knowing that Bertholdt was already dead. Does that mean that Reiner has no idea that Bertholdt is dead? Was he hoping that Bertholdt managed to escape and was still alive on Paradis?

"Friendship ended with mr Kruger, now Reiner is my best friend." - Falco

Personally I'm not a huge fan of action heavy chapters like this as they take a few read throughs to get a good picture of what's going on. Although I do think the intention at the minute is to make us feel a bit lost as to motivations and who is supporting who. So I'm going to roll with it and be surprised when the reveals happen.

I think Porco will get Marcel's confession memory soon.

Even if it's all a plan made by Zeke and Scouts, the fact that SC soldiers still died , unaware of the bigger plan, makes me really sad. It's like with the plan to capture Annie back in the Giant Trees forest and Stohess. Back then it was Erwin who organized the plan, now it's Hanji's turn?

I. WANT. ANNIE. TO. RETURN.

I want Bert to Mufasa the fuck out of Reiner

Zeke is lucky he had royal blood as a bargaining chip to convince Paradis to team up. Otherwise he stood no chance if they had to fight for real. I don't think Zeke is a master planner, maybe he has an end goal, but he isn't a genius who has planned every step to get there. He gets lucky and bailed out by others and his conveniently relevant Senju DNA too often to be a keikaku master.

GIB COLOSSAL NO-LONGER-COCONUT

In before Jean's thrust into mortal danger via Gabi and Armin shows up to save his ass at the last second YET AGAIN

everyone simmer down like people in this fandom need to steal some of erens drinks from his apparently extensive alcohol stash like gdi I’m losing it guys I have a family and stuff I have alife and y’all losinf it and making me go crazy too like w t f.

Honestly, I was over the moon when Levi took down Zeke, but it did seem a little too easy...I highly doubt Zeke would go down easily. Also, Armin's haunted expression broke my heart. You can see the pain in his eyes, and that makes me even more curious about what's happened on Paradis over the last few years.

In my first read i thought that Armin had a ponytail and i got excited. Some users corrected me and when i re-read the chapter i found it was just his hand. I feel betrayal

Eren has more stamina than the Energiser Battery Rabbit: he can just keep on going, and going, and going...

I spent the entire chapter going "Get back in the damn titan, Porco!" I died with the panzer squad. RIP me."

Low key I have had no idea what’s been happening since 101

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The distance between them has grown, and now Lady Inquisitor Treveyan and Lady Ambassador Montilyet must find a way to move forward somehow in their lives. The Inquisitor comes to terms with aspects of her life and the life of the woman she’s falling for - and how everything seems to fall out of place. A return to Skyhold after a hard-earned victory in Emprise du Lion awaits her with the difficult answers she seeks.

The camp was bursting at the seams with laughter and relief, feelings that were all-too-rare in such settings. It was the day of all days: they had captured Suledin Keep, for good. The arduous advancement had brought them to the epicenter, wherein Theia, Cassandra, Dorian, and The Iron Bull battled with the self-proclaimed “Choice Spirit” once and for all. While the Inquisitor had concerns over her shape and ability to be as good as she was before her injury, her success in the battle proved to her that she was inches away from a complete recovery.

Wine jugs and sacks were passed around to encourage the merriment of all. Not too much, to ensure that guard could be maintained. But, for the Inquisitor and her allies, the wine was as therapeutic as it was recreational. Everyone had bandages and scrapes to tend to, and perhaps one night where they could pretend they were the Kings and Queens of the Maker-forsaken winter wasteland they found themselves in could be just as healing as herbs and cloth bandages.

The keep was not outfitted enough to be worthy of such a celebration – surely the grandeur of a snow-filled camp of hide tents and wooden tables would more than suffice.

“Boss, you really had him there with that…ice…thing you did. It was fantastic!” The Iron Bull roared, patting her on the back, so much so it pushed the breath out of her lungs and made her choke in recovery. This was not an uncommon phenomena when the Bull was feeling congratulatory.

“Bull, you have the best way with words!” Theia chimed back, always trying to be a good sport.

“Ahaha! You’re damn right! If only Krem were to come to his senses!” off in the not-too-distant scape, you could see Krem shake his head as he tended to cleaning his armor, surrounded by most of the Chargers.

Theia chuckled and took another sip of wine from her humble cup. She was not planning on getting too intoxicated that night. Tomorrow morning was move-in for the Keep, as well as outfitting Valeska’s watch. Blackwall returned to Skyhold two days prior, having been fielding Darkspawn and Templar skirmishes in her absence.

Somewhere, hopefully near, Dorian was recounting some of the newer troops with the latest and most dramatic news from the front. A battle with a 3-in-1 demon sounded like the final battle with Corypheus if you were to listen to Dorian Pavus go on and on about it. The romances of battle were amiable only to a certain extent for Theia, especially when the said battle was within the previous 48-hour period.

Theia’s eyes perked up as she saw a certain personnel walk past, and she turned her head to flag them down.

“Messenger! Are you sure there’s no more correspondences from Skyhold?” she said, feeling futile but at the same time, harboring a raw strand of reckless hope that perhaps something was being kept from her that would make this night all the more sweet.

The scout turned and nodded her head quickly. “No, ser, not since midday. We have sent all the necessary dispatches about the events of the day already.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry I’m such a nervous wreck,” Theia humored, before turning back to the fire and gazing at it with indifference.

From her right side, also utilizing the campfire for light as she cleaned her sword, Cassandra noticed the Inquisitor’s behavior. “Leliana warned me in passing before we left that something transpired between you and Lady Montilyet. Is this why you keep hounding the Messengers like you’re expecting the worst news of your life?”

Cassandra’s words spoke life to the subliminal anxieties Theia had managed to suppress well enough to capture a keep from the clutches of a demon and liberate villagers from oppressive murder in the Sarhnia Quarry. All in a day’s work for a jilted lover who happened to be Lady Inquisitor.

“Not at all, Seeker, I was simply inquiring as to if we had a note from the person I’m playing a chain mail round of Wicked Grace with. Surprise, it’s Varric,” she gave a front of pure, unadulterated sarcasm.

Cassandra smirked under her breath. “Inquisitor, even I know you do not have the patience for such hobbies.”

“You never know, I am a woman of many wonders.”

“Yes, and many habits.”

Theia eyed her friend and comrade from the side, lowering her posture and resting her elbows on her thighs. “We had a disagreement. It is hardly the end of the wo—you know what, nevermind.”

As the Seeker sheathed her now sterling and clean weapon, she placed it to the side of her and put her attention fully on the Inquisitor. “Well, whatever has happened, I wish you the best of luck. You have remained steadfast and focused even with all that is in your mind’s eye. Your dedication is appreciated, as you can see,” she motioned towards the small clusters of troops and scouts who finally had a night to bask in the accomplishments of their work.

“If anything happens, you know where to find me,” Cassandra said, standing up, still in all her armor and ready for anything. Theia nodded at her simply, and she was off. Did the Seeker ever enjoy a late night of casualty? The world may never know.

That left the Inquisitor surrounded by many, but lonely all the same. It wasn’t that her people always left her feeling that way – it was the circumstances of her departure from Skyhold, and who specifically she left behind on less-than-stellar grounds, that left a hole in her chest. It had gotten to the point where the first person she wanted to tell the down and dirty details of the day, just so happened to be the person farthest away from reach. And now, that person was probably scorned beyond affection.

Theia gazed up at the stars and wondered just how much longer it would be before love would stop driving her wild. When she was a child, the adults made marriage and bonds look so professional, like a transaction. Then, when the truth of everyone’s socially-accepted infidelity came to light, then it was a polarity between feeling nothing and feeling everything like some animal.

Then, in the Circle, it was all about filtering what you did feel for the sake of self-preservation. In the rebellion, it became survival.

Only when she had the courage – some of it was probably recklessness – to pursue Josephine, did the grey area of it all became clear. With it, came wildness.

They would return to Skyhold in the next few days to switch shifts, re-stock, and return the Inquisitor and her team to headquarters. She didn’t know whether to be excited, or scared shitless.

--

The days passed by so slow at first before she found a rhythm again. For Lady Montilyet, work was as much part of herself as anything. Once she was able to throw herself back into her duties and not anxiously look up every time someone with an average build and height with blonde hair darkened her doorway, she could almost fool herself into thinking everything was fine. At least, if you didn’t count the small scrap letter Theia had left her being in her right-hand drawer, for whenever she could steal a moment of unproductivity to herself to be emotionally masochistic.

The reports came in the following morning that Suledin Keep was now a stronghold for the Inquisition. No major fatalities, no major disasters. She was alive, they all were. When she first got a copy of the report, she remembered how relieved she was to know it wasn’t going to end this way. She was going to see her again, and even if that filled her with rage and hurt, it filled her with something.

Her dreams were never quite a rambunctious as that one, the night before they left for Emprise du Lion. Part of it was her refusal to sleep for more than 4-5 hours at a time, much to the chagrin of Leliana, who had taken to checking on her during off-hours in the night. Another aspect of it was just how unafraid Josephine became of such visions.

Josephine did not bother writing, mostly out of self-preservation. However, she also wanted to give them both room to really sit with what had happened, and the implications of their relationship. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, right? Well, at this point, their hearts should be pretty damn fond.

As she sat at her desk, doing what she did best, she heard Leliana enter from the Council door.

“They are returning in two days time, I imagine, from the reports,” Leliana greeted, gauging a preemptive reaction from her friend who had remained rather closed-off about the whole thing.

“Sounds par for the course. It will be good to move onto the next major challenge,” Josephine remarked distantly, not even bothering to take her eyes away from the letter she was writing.

“Josie, is that all you feel?”

“Should I be feeling more?”

Leliana shook her head at the Ambassador, wearing a sympathetic grin. “My mistake, I suppose.”

As Leliana exited, Josephine bit her lip pensively and sat back in her chair. There was so much unknown, and this would not be an easy landing.

--

It was a fog-ridden morning when the signaling horn rang through the air at Skyhold. The path from the front gates to the main entrance was cloaked in what felt like opaque mountain clouds. It proved an ominous and rather intimidating ambiance for when the Inquisitor arrived. Theia, armor-clad and on horseback, was ushering in the group of troops and wagons of trappings. She was closely accompanied by Seeker Cassandra and Lord Dorian flanking her on each side on their own mounts.

The Inquisitor, wearing a cowl hood that had kept her head warm as they traversed the freezing mountain paths, was relieved to be “home.” For an Inquisition epicenter, it also proved the most stable and welcoming home she had her entire life. Being greeted by the sight of the battlements, weaving in and out of the foggy air, and the dimly-lit windows of the Mage tower and the guards quarters, was heartening to say the least.

Coming to the center of the courtyard, which was lined with people who had come down to see what was arriving, The Inquisitor instinctually looked up at the slope of the Hall stairwell. There, she saw Commander Cullen, looking as reliable and tired as ever. Leliana, intrigued and vigilent as ever. But no one else. By that, she meant no one who looked like the one person she had been anticipating seeing, for better or for worse.

“Welcome back, Inquisitor,” a young man from Master Dennett’s stables approached, taking hold of her horse.

The Inquisitor grinned and patted her horse’s neck. “Thank you very much,” she replied cordially, tossing the reigns down lightly and slipping her feet out of her stirrups. Dismounting without fuss, she turned to face the direction of her allies, who had also dismounted.

“Well, friends, we are home,” she remarked, unstrapping her riding gloves and slipping off the first of the two.

“Indeed. I shall spend the next two days thawing out everything other my smallclothes,” Dorian responded with travel-weary snark.

“Dorian, if you are so off-put by the elements, perhaps you would consider armor that does not expose the most thermally vulnerable parts of your anatomy,” Cassandra retorted.

“Ridiculous! How else would I stun my enemies who envisage their impossibly attractive nemesis?”

“Ugh,” said, well, you know who said it.

Eventually, Inquisitor Trevelyan was able to climb up the stairs and into the Hall entryway. Greeted by Cullen, who reminded her of the reports of soldier and casualty numbers from their other holdings spanning across Thedas, some which needed her confirmation. Leliana, who would prime her later on the intel that had since gathered on various areas of interest.

Two out of three Advisors. Two out of three faces.

As they entered the Hall, Theia took off her cowl and gripped it along with her gloves. “Tell me Leliana, how is she?” her voice was audibly softer now.

Leliana began to speak, but she stopped herself and took a short breath. “You did not go to her. That is all she has told me. She will not discuss it at all with anyone. Not even me.”

Theia took a deep breath and looked around, half-scared an arrow would come flying at her in vengeance. “That’s not good, is it?”

“In a word? No.”

Leliana quickly departed the Inquisitor’s side. A warm welcome indeed.

--

Up in her bed chambers, she was garnering the resolve to go look for her. She knew that the Lady Ambassador wouldn’t step away from her desk for just anything, nor did she retire early from a day’s work. This was all Theia’s fault.

In one minute she had convinced herself to go and do it, and in the next she would stop herself. At the root of her indecisiveness was the fear of what awaited her on the other side of this search: would she be angry? Would she be resolute in her distancing? Would she send her away? She had to reassure her own self that she could endure whatever she was walking into.

Theia made her way downstairs to the Great Hall. The first place she would look, just to be sure, was her office. Peering in through the door, there was no one. Okay, so, that only leaves so many places the Lady Ambassador would feel appropriate in going to.

The Library. Nothing.

The Requisition office. Nothing.

The Gardens. Nothing.

Hell, The Battlements? Nothing.

People were starting to notice that the Inquisitor seemed to be on an at-home quest on her day off. Not finding who she was looking for, she would sigh heavily and make her way back to the center of the grounds. That left only one place left: her chambers. She wouldn’t have guessed that Josephine would simply go to her room to wait out the storm of her return, but, perhaps she did not want to be found after all.

Theia walked slowly down the Hall path leading to the door which would bring her closer to Josephine’s bedroom. She battled with herself in her mind about whether or not it was wise.

Would it be worse if she never tried to see her, though? Not only had she left without a word, but now she would return without one? Something inside her said it would definitely be over in that case.

So, when she made her way to the Ambassador’s door, she felt the nerves in her throat and chest go haywire with the potential disaster that lay before her.

Knock, knock, knock.

The silence felt maddening as the butterflies in her stomach did back flips. Girding herself against whatever was to come.

A noise: the door opening, wider this time.

It was her.

Seeing her face, her beautiful, deep bronze skin, those piercing eyes that had haunted her in her dreams while out in the field. Her shorter hair curls framing the sides of her face. She knew how they would smell if she put her face to them.

Josephine knew from the moment she heard the knock just who it was. Having retreated to her bed chambers proved just out of the ordinary enough to pique the Inquisitor’s curiosity after all. Sometimes the quickest way to gain her attention was to make her come looking herself. She always did look for trouble energetically.

But, admittedly, the second she saw her face, all of the breath that had preserved itself in her chest escaped like in on a getaway mount. There she was, at her door, like a suitor come calling. No flowers, but, her being alive and well was good enough.

A silence filled with so much. Theia’s mouth opened, but she hesitated at first. So much to say, so much owed.

“Lady Ambassador.”

Josephine placed a hand on the door flat, blinking quickly as she finally heard her voice say something so…polite.

“Inquisitor. Welcome back to Skyhold.” She did her one better: an admittance to location and a greeting of warmth. It was Theia’s move.

Theia’s chest tightened, her right hand rubbing her opposite forearm. “Oh, uh, thank you. I…I came to see if you were well. I, uh, didn’t see you in your office, and wondered if—“

“I am well, thank you for asking.”

“Oh, good. I had…hoped you were, um, well. That’s good.”

Another pause, the awkward tension prevailing. Josephine eyed the Inquisitor with a façade of blissful, unassuming geniality. Inside, she knew just how difficult this must be for Theia to be at her door, trying to piece together something that was falling apart at the seams.

“Oh! I had also wanted to ask…” Theia tried to continue.

“Hm?”

“If you had received the note…I, um, left you at your desk.”

“Yes, I did. Thank you.”

Theia nodded, biting her lip with aggravation. Oh, great. So that was the verdict. Wonderful, well, I’ll just go cast myself off into a Fade Rift then, ta-ta!

“…And? Thoughts, opinions? Critique of my handwriting?” Theia wanted something but she didn’t know what that was exactly. Perhaps emotion, like some form of admittance that what had happened resonated with Josephine, instead of hardening her. Her fear that Josephine had tucked away the parts of herself she had laid out in front of Theia’s eyes and ears for weeks with fearlessness was roaring between her ears.

Meanwhile, Josephine was all wrapped up the polarities of her truth. Yes, I did, and it tore me apart for hours. I had to choke back tears every time I remembered that it existed. Sometimes I just wanted to tear it into tiny pieces and toss it in the fire. Sometimes I had to fight the impulse to sleep with it under my pillow. You wrecked my balance. I can never forget that.

“Lady Trevelyan, come in for a moment, would you?” Josephine rejoined, opening the door enough and stepping to the side. Clearly, Theia had come here for answers, and while Josephine wasn’t going to give them all, she could at least stop pretending that what happened, didn’t.

Theia walked in, feeling like she could just as easily be kissed as stabbed. All bets were off, as far as she was concerned.

Turning around to face the Ambassador as she closed the door behind her, she knew it was inescapable, whatever her fate was in this moment.

“Inquisitor, I—“

“What happened to Theia?”

“…Lady Trevelyan.”

Theia held her breath and nodded with surrender. “Fine.”

Josephine stepped closer, folding her arms stiffly. “I want you to know that I have the utmost respect for you and I will continue to follow your leadership with loyalty and admiration.”

Theia’s heart sunk. So, there it is. She continued to listen, although the white noise of anxiety in her head was rapidly growing.

“I hope that you will share my sentiment, that I wish this to be as easy and comfortable for us as possible. A working relationship of respect and cordiality is worth its weight in gold, and I believe we have done well with that--”

“So, this is where it ends?” Theia cut her off, now left with nothing to lose in manners and delicate dancing around nerves. Josephine caught herself, and sighed quickly.

“…Theia, you must understand. You had to have known when you departed that this would be my conclusion. That this would be the right thing to do, naturally.”

“Naturally.”

“If all you are to do is repeat my words back to me, I will consider this conversation redundant.”

“Maker’s ass, Josephine, you’re not speaking to one of your assistants or staff. You’re speaking to the woman you shared a bed with and felt up in the ambiance of candlelight and wine!” Theia’s voice grew louder with frustration.

“Oh, please do contain your temper. Or, you can be sure that everyone in Skyhold will know our personal matters like it was published in the fortress periodical.”

“Good, I hope so! Because then they will know just how horrible it is that you are letting go of something like what we have.”

Josephine growled under her breath. “You did that when you left me to go to battle with your last words to me being distaste and disagreement. After all I did to show you how much it affected me to watch you leave. You did this to yourself!”

“I was hurt and foolish, Josephine! I left that note to give you some truth to that. Obviously, you did not think much of my words.”

“No, because they were a knife in my side! You hardly provided comfort or solace!”

“And what did you do? Spent the entire night beguiling and conversing as if your day was going business-as-usual. I was tearing myself up on the inside thinking of how badly I screwed up, and watching you act as if…as if it didn’t matter!” Theia’s arms animated her anger as she spoke.

“I was watching you the entire time, do not be ludicrous! You were the one sitting there at the head of the table, giving your happy dinner toast, elated to share company! I felt like a tossed-out lover left to the machinations of the Court!”

“If you had seen the face I was making at those men seated beside you, you would have sworn I was possessed by something malevolent,” Theia said, her voice cracking now with emotion.

“Oh, I see, so I was just supposed to know? Am I supposed to take notes on the surveillance, then? Tell you names, give you the topics of conversation, a minute-by-minute interpretation of the scene? Be your Bard?”

“You’re circling around, Josephine, and you know it.”

“Maybe I am,” Josephine yelled under her breath, her voice low and intimidating.

Theia turned away from her, placing her hands at her hips and stepping with tense legs as she took a break from this fire-with-fire dalliance. The silence brewed with emotional recklessness. Josephine could feel it, along with the welling of anxious and enraged tears preparing in her chest. The worst possible moment for her to be pushed to tears was right in front of her.

“Can’t you see this is only for the best? Our lives…would be like this for as long as you and I have responsibilities greater than our own desires. We belong to causes bigger than ourselves. I am atyour service as an Advisor. This never would have grown into something sustainable.”

Each word hit Theia like an individual sword strike. The words she hoped she would never have to hear, but nonetheless was terrified of. It made her injury feel like it might as well have been a paper cut.

“Josephine, I came back with the intention of telling you…” Theia let escape from her mouth, but she stopped herself briskly, so as to save them from something truly agonizing. Her voice had calmed, softened with melancholy.

“…What? What were you going to say?”

A pause, while she deliberated on her feet whether she would give into temptation, give into her temper, or just let it go.

“Nothing. I just…” she turned to face the Lady Ambassador, chin up and shoulders straight for some measure of dignity. “I know what I did was unwise. I know what I expected of you was, too. I never wanted you to be my object. I only wanted to celebrate with everyone else just how happy I was to have you. Now that I have obviously lost you, there will be no need.”

Josephine’s heart felt as though it had stopped for good. She remained stoic and kept-together on surface-level, but underneath she was grasping for something stable in a collapsing space. Her dream was echoing.

“Josephine, I…” Theia approached now, making Josephine’s chest do backflips with nerves. She froze in her position, awaiting what it was Theia hoped to accomplish. When she stood closely in front of her, Theia reached a hand up and put it to Josephine’s cheek with a sorry tenderness. “I know you could never be owned, or kept, or controlled, and that I share that fate as well. But, for what it’s worth, it was enough for me to know you’d be there when I returned. It was never my desire to objectify you, because I fell for the way you were indominable. But…when I did not see you this morning, it was far more devastating than knowing that I could never hope you would belong to me.”

And with that, Theia boldly brought her lips to Josephine’s forehead. Josephine closed her eyes, coming undone rapidly, trying with immense difficulty to preserve herself enough to watch her depart. Feeling her lips on her skin, no matter the location, was like trying to hold onto something impossibly feral, impossibly boundless.

Theia did not bother to make eye contact again, for the sake of her own nerves and façade. She left through the door resolutely, shutting it behind her with respect to noise and forcefulness. There she was, Ambassador Montilyet, left to her own devices once more.

A single, aching tear fell from her eye and streamed down her cheek. This was going to be agonizing to endure. She had thought Theia would come back with energy, determined in her opinion. Knowing now that she had softened, that she was ready to compromise. It made her feel like she had ran when she should have walked.

Oh well. Too late now. Perhaps the band-aid had been ripped off for the better. She kept trying to remind herself, as she tried desperately to let go of the way she smelled: like dirt and sweaty grime, but also like a light and sweet bundle of herbs. Herbs she had always carried with her on her travels. Herbs like those she burned for incense in her chambers.

Something that you risk, something that you fear, and something that you need to let go.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[roda-de-circulo]

Imagine - DEAN WINCHESTER

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Y/n

Warning: Fluffy

Hey, it was my first imagine in english, I hope everything okay with the language.

So, enjoy it!

                                           Nevada, 20:30 PM

Pain.

Pain was the only thing you fells at the moment. Something that went up your spine and settled down your navel, making you bow on your bed, grumbling sometimes.

-You looks like you’re dying, Y/n. – Dean Winchester says while watching you at the other side of the Motel room.

-I’m SPOUTING blood for at least three days, Dean! I don’t know if I will survive this month! – You exaggerated at the drama, knowing Dean thought it funny, but you sincerely didn’t give a damm about the rude form you spoke.

-Think positive, Y/n! It means you aren’t pregnant!

- Only if it was my finger…. – You whispered, bored with your horrible sexual life phase.

-What? Finger, is it? I always thinked you are the kind of girl who liked plastic toys. – Dean says suggestive.

-Sometimes your vision about the women’s was creepy, Dean. – You roll your eyes.

-C’mon… Are you saying I’m wrong?

-I don’t like industrialized, Dean. Just skin to skin.

-Well, I have something inside my pants who definitively not industrialized and will love help with your problem… - Dean whispered next to your ear, making you have goosebumps.

You turn on your stomachs, grumbling a little more at the pain and the audacity of the man, when fells the pain relief comes. Strong hands was massaging all the line of your spine, relieving the local pression.

-AH! Dean, you can’t say something like that to a woman in this period!

-And why not? - He made himself misunderstood

-You don’t know how many hormones in ebullition was imploring me to catch you right now.

-And why you didn’t do this? – He pass his nose in your neck, making you turn half the body in the bed to look his face better.

-Because… I can hold on to you… - You notice that their faces are very close, close too much. You could see the blonde’s gaze on yours lips, just as yours eyes also ran from his eyes to his mouth.

The relationship between you and Dean was very simple: had known each other since adolescence - which was not really a long time, since both were in their twenty-six years old – and whenever they could meet to hunt. John Winchester was very close of your father, taking you almost as a daughter when an accident with a Wendigo happened to him. However, has one thing they never know: sometimes you and Dean share some kisses. It was irrelevant, you just want did not want to complicate what asked to be complicated. Although fell jealous, you know if happened something in this period, a big damage could happens in your heart and mind. You and Dean took advantage of this rare night of amenities while John resolved some problems in the neighbor state. Something with Sam and Stanford.

-The person who listen outside probably will think I’m the best in what I do, independent the place. – Dean laugh, massaging the rest of your back the way he could, still ran you mouth.

-What do you want, Dean? We are in a Motel. – Your breath was failed, asking internally to him put away before you catch him. The last time you have kiss him it was one year and two months ago, when you thinked you won’t survived after kill a vampire clan alone.

-So let me make title the establishment. – Dean whispered and put his lips to the corner of your mouth, drawing a long breath from you.

Even with the half body turned you can put your arm in his face, stroking lightly as closed your eyes even more and pulled him gently to the center of your mouth. The kiss was calm, slow, just a lips moving, but that he took several sighs from you.

Now, if was from the kiss or the massage, you didn’t know.

-I’ve always dreamed heard you sign this way… - Dean confess, being blushed after.

-Dean, I don’t think… - Your face wasn’t the best, expressing your surprise and fear in your eyes.

-Y/n, stop pushing me away! Dammit! – Dean laid his head on the bed, hiding the sight of his suffering expression. – If you doesn’t want me in this way, why you kissed me in the last time?

-But this does more than…!

-One year and two months. Yeah, I know.

-You’ve count?!

-I’ve trying get close to you since I kissed you in High School, Y/n. – Dean was referring to the fact they’ve kissed each other on the school fire escape in their Senior Year, just before he moved out of school in the middle of the year. It was the form he founded to say you’re back to see each other someday.

-Its makes…

-Eight years, Y/n. But you never let me get close enough. What’s the difficult to understand that I like you? – He asks seriously, staring at you.

- I told you not to say things like that when I'm this way. I can believe, Dean… - You1ve tried to scape on last time.

-Why you think I revel this today? I want you believe, Y/n.

Was here, in that time that you were sure you wouldn’t survive that month.

-So? – Dean ask anxious, already prepared for the biggest NO he would take.

You didn’t even open your mouth to respond, just grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his neck in full force, clashing their mouths in a way aggressive and desperate, leaving Dean completely surprised and bewildered, and little excited.

-Wait just more four days to see who is pushing you away. - You could barely speak, breathless.

Dean was no more distant of this, his eyes wide with surprise and a smile from ear to ear, as well as lack of breath.

- I never thanked Sam so much for fight with our father. - Dean jokes, referring to the reason for his father's absence.

-I never thanked so much to not be your real sister. - You lie down below your chest, immediately cherishing affection in your hair, along with a kiss on the forehead.

-Neither do I, Y/n. You still won the name Winchester, but not this way.

Your eyes lit up.

-Do you want me to marry with Sam? – You joke.

-I haven’t waited for you for eight years to you stay with my brother in the end, Y/n. I'm going to be your husband, you know?

-Yes, Mr. Winchester.

-Now go to sleep. I need these four days pass faster than possible.

- For those who have waited for eight years, you're in a hurry now.

- It was not my fault if I declare my feelings just when you were unable to celebrate our relationship, Y/n!

You didn’t answer, just nestled even more in his chest, completely happy with your late night.

[peaches-of-1]

Theatre Girl: Prologue 1

Theatre Boy: Prologue 1

Theatre They: Prologue 1

So those ^ are basically the same stories. Only things changed are pronouns and maybe descriptions here and there. I’ve been trying to keep most of my reactions gender neutral and have been wanting to do gender specific pieces for a while. I think I finally have the motivation and gumption to put the work in to make my blog more accessible for all genders.

Anyways, here goes!

Today was your second week of shows, and everyone was excited about the “special guests” Director Edith told you all about. You had been doing plays and musicals here for a while now, so you were pretty sure it was a backer or some other financial person you’d have to schmooze with after the show.

You went straight from the cafeteria to the auditorium with some of the others who were in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” with you. Luckily enough for you, your part was as Puck with a comfortable amount of lines.

At least you guys were able to get a slightly more modern version of it. That is, fairies spoke the old text while everyone else spoke normally. Putting on your stage makeup was your favorite part. You liked to take your time with it, so you always showed up about 30 minutes before call since time moved really fast after a while. Your face would be turned beautiful within the span of two hours. A little goofy since you were the Jester of the play, but you loved it.

That’s what drew you to theatre in the first place. How extreme yet simple everything was. It helped your confidence and you had found a second family of sorts. Your theatre teacher in high school warned you about not majoring it unless it was what you wanted to do for the rest of your life. You weren’t sure, so you decided to minor in it instead.

Not only were you allowed to overdo it a bit on the highlighter, but actual glitter was placed on your cheeks since the rhinestones kept falling off. You couldn’t keep your hands away from your face, either. So emerald glitter stuck to waterproof hairspray it was!

You got this part in due in part to your bouncy attitude, and although you weren’t a gymnastics hero, you were reasonably flexible and could do a few mid-air splits and Oberon was the most muscular hunk of human and former cheerleader. He had no problem lifting you up.

You two even tried to incorporate more spectacle into your interactions which Director Edith liked. Yellow lipstick made your lips pop and wasn’t distracting thanks to the yellow, blue, and pink flowers on your costume. Your finger nails were pink too, not baby pink.

As for your costume, your outfit was a black and blue corset with a collar connected to it since they didn’t want your boobs to accidentally slide out during a lift or something. Lots of leaves and flowers tucked into your ribbon leggings and no shoes. Though, they always had a pair of lace-up flats in case you wanted them.

That meant you had to paint your toe nails too. They were the same pink as your fingers. The costumer put on your horns after making your shoulders and part of your arms blue and yellow in a sort of ombre way. To say the least, showers took a long time after the show. It was mostly upper arm and right before your hands.

Then you sat and waited for warm ups, singing along to the assortment of music that played from the speakers. One of the leading ladies, the one playing Helena, came up with a list of music we’d all enjoy and gave it to the sound guy. Being the weirdo you were, you chose 3/5 of your songs to be k-pop. Bunch of hype songs. Someone else chose German Reggae, though, so you weren’t the only weird one.

Azar, who played Cobweb, was running late and he played multiple characters, so that wasn’t great. Yoongi Oberon nudged you since you were staring off into space again. It had become a thing in the cast to call everyone by their first name and their character’s name.

“You know you could at least be stretching, Puck (Y/N)*.” He gave you his gummy smile and booped your nose. “The more you do, the better things will go and the less you’ll sprain.”

You shook your head, “Oh, yeah. I meant to, but I kinda sorta forgot why I was walking over here. What was that video we followed last week? I wanna do that again.”

He got his phone and started searching, “That was one of our best shows, wasn’t it? Here it is.”

After following the 3 minute video, it was time for everyone to get on stage. The music stopped and a figure caught your eye. You didn’t think much about it until your Stage Manager and local pyro Seulgi introduced him as the head of some super important theatre league.

“This is the man who keeps things running in this whole section of the country. So he’s super important, and it’s our job to give him a good show.” She turned and presented him. “Everyone say hi to Kim Namjoon!”

The cast clapped, cheered and waved. He smiled a smile that captivated you and almost made your forget to breathe. Not something you could afford to waste in a corset. Those dimples were so nice.

Namjoon waved back, “You can all call me Mr. Kim. I’m the newest and youngest person to hold this position. My job is to make sure all the people are doing their jobs right by making theatre an inviting and exciting place for the community.” His coffee colored eyes scanned everyone.

They seemed to linger on you, but that was probably a figment of your imagination or he really liked your costume. It was a great costume.

“As far as I can see, they are. The costumes look great. The set looks great. I can’t wait to see them in action and talk to you after the show. Fighting!”

Everyone clapped. Seulgi started talking again, “Thank you, Mr. Kim. Alright, you guys, time to become spiderman!” She leaned to one side and the stretching began. You ended with a shakedown and a cheer.

You stood alone in the spotlight, center stage. All the other actors were off into the wings waiting for you to say the final line, probably mouthing it with you. These had to be the most difficult lines you had to learn, but you were so glad to finally get to this point.

Mr. Kim was near the middle. You knew because of the reserved sign that had been placed there today. You were eager to see his face again.

“...And, as I am an honest Puck, if we have unearned luck now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue, we will make amends ere long. Else the Puck a liar call. So good night unto you all. Give me your hands if we be friends, and Robin shall restore amends.” You winked, threw some more glitter and music played.

A silvery green path led you offstage. Once you were off, it was a blackout and the jaunty tune ended. Everyone started clapping. Music started again and everyone took their bows. Hoseok Lysander, finally got to joke around a bit as he spun his Zendaya Hermia into a dip and kiss her cheek. Jimin Demetrius laughed as his Helena did the same to him.

Then everyone held hands and did their final bows, motion to the audience since there was no one in the pit and then to the sound booth. Then off to the meet and greet. Because this show brought in a lot of kids, you were able to keep your costumes on.

After the meet and greet, the cast got undressed and sat in the front rows of the audience while Mr. Kim stood on stage. He asked questions about our experience from set building to stage. A lot of the first-timers were nervous to speak, but you had done this enough times to be chill about it.

He directed quite a few questions directly to you since you were sort of a lead in the show for once. “What was the most difficult aspect for you?”

“Well, the lifts for one, but I had Yoongi here to catch me if I fell.” You pat his thigh.

Yoongi joked, “If not catch, then fall with you.” making everyone giggle.

“Now, this is a question that I like to ask and you can go into detail if you want. It’s completely fine if you don’t want to. Were there any show romances?”

Everyone looked at each other. There actually weren’t any. Zendaya spoke up, “Well, no, but I’m sure everyone in the cast wants to get with Jimin.”

...She wasn’t wrong and so everyone giggled. Jimin blushed and hid his face in Hoseok’s shoulder. Jimin wasn’t a flirt, but he was just too darn cute. He liked holding hands and was a very touchy person. It was your first time working with him and he was top 5.

“Any questions for me?” Mr. Kim asked.

Hobi giggled and raised his hand, “I’m sure the girls wanna know if you’re gay or not.”

Claire added, “Also, how old are you? Cuz, like you look really young and really attractive.” She had no filter.

Mr. Kim blushed and bit his lip, looking down for a moment, “I’m attracted to someone’s heart, not their body or what’s in their pants. I’m 23, and before you ask, I am single.”

“Is that an offer?” she flirted, raising an eyebrow and leaning in.

“Maybe, but not to you.” He made eye contact with you and winked.

Your eyes got wide and you started blushing, trying not to laugh. No one flirted with you. What the heck?

He laughed. It was a joke. “Anyways, I very much enjoyed the show, but I won’t keep you here any longer.”

Then he sent everyone home to gt some rest before tomorrow’s show. Well, everyone was going out to eat and probably party seeing it was a Friday night. You, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Zendaya were going to get some Panda Express and some drinks. You grabbed your bag when Mr. Kim approached you.

He put his hand on your upper back, “Miss Puck, you did a fantastic job up there. I can say that, without a doubt, you are the best I have ever seen in that role.”

You laughed, “You can call me (Y/N), Mr. Kim.”

“And you can call me Namjoon, Miss Puck. But really, you were great. I hope I get to see great things from you in the future.” He handed you a business card. “If you need help with any of it, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

He left, taking a few lollipops from his jacket pocket and handed them to you. Told you to share them, and left. Was he flirting with you? Did you flirt back? If so, it was a complete accident. You didn’t know how to.

“Hey, (Y/N), hurry up. Uber is outside!” Hobi called. “Jimin’s coming with us!”

You tucked the card into your back pocket and joined your cast mates. Everyone made sure they had wiped off enough makeup to be considered normal, and you admitted that you still had your blue on. Your very old hoodie covered most of it, though.

Author’s Notes:

*Puck is used like an adjective, so that’s why it is first for MC. Just felt more comfortable too.

So, the course is set! Time to go change pronouns and stuff. Please let me know if I ever miss any or do the wrong ones in the other versions!

Character Profiles:

Namjoon | Hoseok | Jimin | Yoongi

[robinine-blog]

The Past is a Different Country

Part One can be found here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165123148588/the-past-is-a-different-country

Part Two is here: http://robinine-blog.tumblr.com/post/165160561770/the-past-is-a-different-country

Chapter Three: Nightmares

The world blurred into indistinct shapes as Dewey dived forward. "Huey!" Falling he was falling, water surged around them. Red slipped through his hands.

It was quiet. He was alone.

"You should have saved him."

"Louie?"

"Why didn't you save him?"

"I couldn't, there wasn't time." Dewey scrambled to his feet, reaching for the Green blur that was his brother. He sank deeper into the mud.

"You didn't even try!" Louie accused, the words echoing as he faded away.

"No! Louie!" Dewey struggled after him, but the mud wouldn't let him go. Green slipped through his fingers.

Dewey collapsed to the ground and wailed.

Startling awake. Shaking and not knowing where he was. Too dark, too still, alone alone alone.

His pillow was wet. Rubbing his eyes Dewey rolled out of the too soft, too big bed, falling to the floor as it didn't shift beneath his feet. Plush carpet met his hands.

Mansion. Uncle Scrooge. Not the house boat. He had his own room.

Huey. Louie.

He crawled to the door, pulling himself up by the handle. The corridor was dark and full of shadows. For a moment he hesitated, trying to remember which room was Huey's. Everything looked different in the dark. The city lights didn't reach this far.

He trailed one hand lightly along the wall, the other reaching out in front of him.

He still clanged into the set of armour outside Huey's door.

He jumped back from the chilly metal, shivering as he grasped the door handle and slipping inside his brother's room.

He still can't relax. "Huey?" Barely a whisper. He's breathing too loud to hear anything, his heart thundering is his ears.

But there's a pair of bright eyes watching him, and his brother shuffles over on his bed and lifts the covers.

Dewey gratefully dives in, snuggling into the very real warmth. Huey's here. Huey's fine.

"Bad dream?" Huey asks.

"I was alone." Dewey whispers.

Huey shifts and wraps an arm around Dewey. "Really bad dream." Huey mutters, already sinking back to sleep.

"Do you think Uncle Donald..." the words stick in his throat.

Huey's grip tightens. "He has us."

"I know but…"

The door opens again, and a shadow sneaks in. "Budge over." Louie says, the bed shifting and creaking as he climbs in. "Why are we in Huey's bed?"

Huey groans.

"I lost Huey. There was mud. You left me. I was alone." Dewey recited, shaking as the horror of the dream chilled his bones. "I was alone." Dewey repeated softly.

Louie gulped. "No. No. You're not… we're not…"

Huey grumbled. "We're not going anywhere."

"Mom's gone." Dewey said, and his brothers tensed.

"We have Uncle Donald." Louie said ever so softly.

"Yeah." Dewey agreed, but didn't relax. "He lost his sister. His twin."

"Dewey…" Huey tried, still mostly asleep.

"I don't know what I would do if I lost you guys."

"Something stupid no doubt." Huey huffed. "Can't we just sleep?"

Louie hummed his agreement, but kept talking. "Bucket list. If I died, I want you guys to do everything on my Bucket list for me."

"No." Huey growled, now fully awake and annoyed, "don't be stupid. You live the best lives you can, and I'll be waiting for you to catch up. And I had better be waiting for decades, right?"

"I don't want you to go." Dewey said.

"Then grab that stupid time machine and stop it donut." Louie sniped.

"Time machine?" Huey and Dewey exclaimed.

"We could save Mom." Dewey whispered.

Huey groaned. "Can't it wait until morning? It's a time machine."

Dewey grinned. "We're going to save Mom."

"This is a terrible idea." Louie declared, "I'm in."

_____

Huey was grumpy. Breakfast had been a nervous affair. Uncle Scrooge's chair had remained empty. Uncle Donald kept staring at it and muttering. Dewey had barely been able to remain seated long enough to eat, and Louie had just poked at his breakfast, barely eating. Even Webby was subdued.

"I'm going to talk to him." Donald decided, glancing at the kids. Then looking again. He hesitated. "I'm sorry." It didn't seem enough.

"It's not your fault Uncle Donald." Huey said, trying to ignore the burning in his eyes and the lump in his throat, he hadn't slept well, that was all.

Dewey pushed back his chair. "Can we go?" He asked.

It was only because Huey was watching that he caught the hurt that flashed across Donald's face, it was hidden so fast that Huey wasn't sure he saw it.

Huey glanced to Louie, hoping and half pleading that Louie would know what to say. Louie was tense, still staring into his porridge.

"Maybe we can have a quiet day?" Webby suggested, "movies and ice cream?"

"Yeah…" Louie said. "Movies sound good."

"Uncle Donald?" Huey asked.

Donald nodded slowly, "I'll be back soon, we'll get out the boardgames and make a day of it?"

Huey tried to smile back, but he wasn't sure he succeeded.

He heard the scape of a chair moving, as Louie darted under the table to fling himself at Uncle Donald.

Huey's sight blurred, uncle Donald looked so shocked. It made Huey's chest hurt, and he found himself moving to join the hug without thinking.

Uncle Donald was safe, warm, and solid in a way the thoughts of his mother never were. Huey felt the pain in his chest fade.

They were going to be okay.

Dewey's tears were getting his shirt wet, Louie was squeezing so tight he trembled, Webby was sniffling. But it was okay. It was going to be okay.

Huey was sure of It

----

Webby isn't sure. She feels like she's standing on quicksand.

Her memories of her mother are faded, the smell of violets, long dresses that swish, and the shimmering pearls around her neck. Webby isn't even sure if it's a real memory or something she made up.

The boys don't even have that.

She's seen how they look at the pictures, how Donald doesn't.

Sometimes Grammy will wrap them in soft blankets that smell of lavender and thyme, pull out the photo albums, and tell stories. Webby's never asked, but she's noticed the pattern, certain reoccurring dates, she has them marked on her calender.

She wonders if Donald has ever done the same.

She's afraid to ask.

She doesn't have stories to tell. All she has is rumours and speculation, and they've had far too much of that.

But she wants to wrap them up, make a safe place, and put on a sad movie so they can pretend it's the movie that's making them cry.

But the boys have other plans.

Dewey's eyes burn with determination, he's the driving force here. Huey is distant, worried, watching the doors and windows as if he's expecting someone to burst in on them. Louie is miserable and uncertain but quite willing to be drawn in Dewey's wake.

Then she hears the plan and bursts into laughter. "That old thing? You'll probably end up missing by a couple of centuries! Nah, you want the Phoenix Gate or…" she pauses dramatically "The Amulet of Kronos!"

Huey raises an eyebrow, "and I suppose you know where they are?"

Webby hums, and she can tell she has their full attention, "well, the Timedancer has the Phoenix Gate, good luck getting him to drop in. But!" She poses, "the Amulet is right upstairs."

"We have the coolest uncle ever." Louie exclaimed, his misery temporarily forgotten.

Webby laughs. She thought today was going to be boring. She loves having friends.

---

Louie feels all jittery. He's hidden his phone down the back of a dusty old chair, he couldn't bear to look at it, but now he keeps reaching for it, keeps panicking when it's not in his pocket.

He knew today was going to be awful. He's trying to ignore it, but his thoughts keep circling back around to the same thought.

How could I be so stupid?

Webby's leading them to a part of the mansion they've not explored yet.

Louie can't even summon up the energy to admire all the displays. Something glitters and catches his eye, but there's none of the expected want.

He stares at it anyway, wondering if it's real gold, and why anyone would make something so ugly.

He's never seen Uncle Donald so upset.

Huey nudges him out of his thoughts.

"Having second thoughts?" Huey asked. He kept his voice low, Louie can hear Dewey's and Webby's excited squeaks ahead of them.

"Isn't Uncle Donald enough?" Louie wonders. He feels weird, uneasy.

The question makes Huey's screw up his face. "Maybe? I don't think it's wrong to want to know her. Definitely not wrong to want to save her."

"Found it!" Dewey yelled, causing his brothers to jump.

Huey's eyes light up, and Louie knows he's lost him.

They hurry over, just in time to see Webby pop open the case and Dewey seize the Amulet. 

"How does it work?" Dewey asked, shaking it.

The eyes start to glow red.

"Dewey!" Huey and Louie yell, rushing forward and tackling their brother.

They fall to the floor in a tangle.

He's not there anymore.

"Dewey!?" ___

Hope you enjoy @donaldtheduckdad @miilkydayz

[sugasnae]

Lost Stars. Jungkook

WORDS: 2.4K GENRE: ANGST/FLUFF WARNINGS: INCREDIBLY BRIEF MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM

Please don’t see

Just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies

Please see me

Reaching out for someone I can’t see

“I can’t do this anymore,” you whisper, not daring to look into his eyes.  You couldn’t make yourself see the pained expression that would wash over his face.

“What are you talking about?” He asks, taking his arm from around your shoulders and uncrossing his legs. He reaches for your hand, but you pull away from him.  Honestly, Jungkook isn’t sure what hurts him more: your words or how reserved you were acting.

“I think we need to break up.  We’re both too busy for a relationship anyway. I mean, you’re following your dreams and I’m still in college. I can’t keep acting like it doesn’t hurt to never get to see you, Jungkook.”

He shook his head, looking in the opposite direction, unsure how to word his response.  “Why now?” He mutters quietly.

“I don’t know. I’ve just finally hit my breaking point, I guess.” You look at him out of the corner of your eye.  The look on his face made your heart shatter, his gentle smile he usually had around you had been replaced by a strange mixture of anger and sorrow.  

Take my hand, let’s see where we wake up tomorrow

Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand

He releases a heavy sigh and sits up.  “Y/N, listen to me,” he starts, turning to face you. “Can we talk about this before you make a decision like this? I hate being away from you too, but I love you and I really don’t want to lose you,” he says, lifting up your chin so you would look him in the eyes. “It was hard enough for me to ask you out the first time, please, don’t make me have to do it again,” he joked.

“Jungkook, I’m serious. I need someone who can be here for me, not someone that I never get to see because he’s off getting fawned over by millions of other girls.”

“I’m sorry, but what do you want me to do, Y/N? Quit BTS? Jagiya, I love you, but that’s not going to happen. Can’t you just give it a little more time?”

“This isn’t something that I decided to do overnight.  I’ve been trying to figure out how I’ve felt for a while know.  It’s just too hard, Jungkook.  You leave and I’m stuck here all alone.  Talking to you on the phone for thirty minutes is the most communication I have with you most days, and that sucks! I can’t keep doing this! Do you even understand how much it hurts to never get to see you? I can’t sleep because I’m busy worrying about you. I just- I feel like we’re drifting apart and I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry, Jungkook.”

I’ll be damned, Cupid’s demanding back his arrows

So let’s get drunk on our tears

He watched as you stood from your spot on the park bench.  He could see the soft glisten of fresh tears in your eyes, reassuring him that this hurt you as much as it was hurting him. Jungkook held his palms to his eyes. It wasn’t like he was stupid, he had felt the shift in the relationship, but he was just hoping that it would pass when he had a break.  

Everything was becoming more and more obvious to him as the moments without you ticked by.  Your eyes were the main source of how you truly felt and the dark circles beneath them made him feel guilty about what he had done to you.  He didn’t mean to keep you up at night, but that was the only time he got to talk to you and he didn’t want you to feel like you were being ignored; apparently, he had failed at that.

He pulled his hands away, looking at them sheen with tears. How could he let this happen? You were his everything and now, it’s as if you had completely fallen out of love with him.  There are other girls, he told himself.  None like you…

And God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young

It’s hunting season and the lambs are on the run

Searching for meaning

But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?

Putting on his normal act was probably the most painful part of the break up.  With dozens of interviews came even more fake smiles and fake laughs.  But, how could he let his fans down? The ARMYs had always supported him, the least he could do was try to fool them into thinking all was okay and that he was the same old Jungkook that he always was and that this break up meant little to nothing to him.

“Jungkook, you ready?” Yoongi says, pushing his chair back from the restaurant table.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” Jungkook mumbled, taking his eyes off of the young couple across the room, laughing and smiling.  He remembered taking you here on one of your first dates since you had never been; it quickly became one of your favorite restaurants in the city.

Jungkook stood from his place, following his hyungs out the doors of the restaurant.  He stared down at his feet while his friends talked around him.  Smile, he told himself. Pretend to be having a fun time. His shoulder collided with someone, stopping him in his tracks. “Sorry,” he muttered, turning to face the girl who had her hand intertwined with her boyfriend’s. She smiled warmly as her boyfriend kissed the back of her hand, not paying the least bit of attention to Jungkook’s apology.  

His head swam.  They were everywhere.  It was like he couldn’t look in any direction without seeing someone happily in love, reminding him of what he used to have before he messed everything up.  Everything washed over him and he sat down in the middle of the busy sidewalk,staring up at the sky, watching the clouds pass overhead. His vision blurred as his eyes started to sting.  “No,” he mumbled as if telling himself not to cry would really stop it all. Jungkook buried his face in his arms, desperate for people not to see the overwhelming sorrow that had finally become too much to handle.

“Jungkook, why’d you st- oh…” Jimin stopped himself as he took a look at the boy seated on the pavement, people making a wide berth around him as his body shook with sobs.  The rest of the boys came to a stop beside Jimin, all of them just as shocked by the sight.  There was their maknae, someone quite good at holding back his emotions, breaking into tiny pieces as everything poured from his eyes.  

“Jungkook,” Taehyung muttered, approaching him slowly, grabbing him by the bicep.  “Come on. Let’s go back to the dorms, okay? We’ll be done for the day.” He forced Jungkook to his feet, slinging an arm around his shoulders.

Jungkook kept his eyes planted on the pavement causing it to become speckled with falling tear drops until he was shoved roughly onto a couch back at the hotel.  He looked up at the six older boys staring at him with looks of pure dismay.  “Can we please not talk about this?”

“No. This isn’t like you.  So, you’re going to sit there until you come clean,” Yoongi says, crossing his arms.

“Hyungs, please… I really don’t want to talk about it,” he responds, his voice barely loud enough to be heard. He looks away from them, wiping his eyes and nose on the shoulder of his t-shirt.

“We have a show this weekend and you can’t do this on stage, so get it out now.”

Who are we?

Just specks of dust within the galaxy?

Woe is me

If we’re not careful turns into reality

Don’t you dare let our best memories bring you sorrow

Yesterday I saw a lion kiss a deer

Turn the page maybe we’ll find a brand new ending

Where we’re dancing in our tears

He took his bottom lip between his teeth, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, locking his fingers behind his head. “I’m just being a baby about this whole thing.”

“What whole thing?”

“This stupid break up.  It was over a month ago and I’m still moping around. I just miss her… I look around and everyone seems so happy and all I can think about is Y/N and how she would say that all these young couples were so cute and how happy they looked,” he stopped, smiling softly to himself.  You always loved those couples because you were one.  You were just a city girl who only had books and school on the brain and he was Jeon Jungkook, international superstar and heartthrob, but somehow, it worked and you two were that cute and happy couple that everyone modeled their relationships after.

“You need to call her. Get some closure, or something,” Namjoon suggested, tossing Jungkook his cell phone.

“No… I can’t. I told you, I’m just over-reacting.  I’m fine, I promise.  It’s just- this tour is stressing me out, you know? I guess it’s all messing with my hormones,” he joked, giving the boys a smile. God, when did I get so good at lying through my teeth.

“Are you sure? You can talk to us,” Hoseok asks, worry stitching his brow together.  “Besides, she would probably take you back if you asked.”

Jungkook shook his head. He couldn’t put you through all that again.  He couldn’t stand to look at your sleep deprived features or the cuts on your skin because he couldn’t be there to help you through a situation or even the way you would have mascara on your cheeks because he had decided to Skype call you in the middle of a crying fit and you hadn’t wiped it all away yet. “It’s okay. I’m okay, I promise,” he assures, smiling once more.

And God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young

It’s hunting season and the lambs are on the run

Searching for meaning

But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?

And I thought I saw you out there crying

And I thought I heard you call my name

And I thought I heard you crying

Just the same

The stars added the perfect backdrop to the city scape.  It was late, almost midnight, but the streets were as crowded as ever with excited ARMYs filled with adrenaline from the recent concert.  Jungkook watched all the people pass as they were driven to the airport, off to the next city and off to the next group of fans.  

His breath caught in his throat as he saw the familiar jacket and your Y/H/L Y/H/C walking down the streets. He stared at you for a moment longer, just to be sure.  “Stop the car,” he said, not taking his eyes off of your tear-stained cheeks.

“What? Jungkook, we can’t. You’re going to miss your flight if we stop.  We’re already behind schedule,” their manager said, staring back at the golden maknae in shock that he would make such an absurd request.

“I don’t care. Stop the car, please,” he pleaded.  “Take the others, I’ll get a cab and meet you there, just let me out.”

Taehyung looked over Jungkook’s shoulder to where he had been staring. “Stop.  Let him go,” he says, looking at their manager with knowing eyes.

“You heard them. Pull over. But only for a minute! We don’t have time for whatever this is, Jungkook!”

The driver pulls over off to the side off the road and before the vehicle is fully stopped, Jungkook’s feet hit the pavement and he’s sprinting down the sidewalk, weaving in and out of the crowded walkway, muttering quiet “sorry”s and “excuse me”s as he collides with strangers.

“Y/N,” he whispers as you finally come into his sight.  Your head is down, your headphones stuck in your ears, hands in the pockets of your favorite jacket because it was a birthday present from him.  Even from all the way down the block he could make out the black streams of eyeliner and mascara forming rivers down your cheeks.

He watched as you made your way across the crosswalk as people jostled him, calling him by names he’d rather not be called for stopping in the middle of the pavement.  Your eyes just happened to look up and connect with his.  Your feet stopped moving. “Jungkook,” you whispered, your face softening as fresh tears of relief began to blur your surroundings.

His lips on yours was the only feeling you needed in the world.  The way they moved perfectly with yours, the sweet taste of cherries left from his chapstick.  His kisses were the one thing that could make you feel better no matter what, this time included.  

You missed his lips the second he pulled away from you, his hands holding your face close to his.  “I missed you so much… I’m sorry for being such an idiot. I should’ve paid more attention to you.  Jagiya, I’ve been a mess,”  Jungkook laughs, not bothering to wipe the happy tears from his cheeks.  “Please… Don’t ever leave me again.”

“I would never. I love you way too much, stupid,” you whisper, a soft smile on your face.

Jungkook smiles, his eyes crinkling in the corners as he dries your face with his thumbs.  “I love you way too much too, jagi.” He slides his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him, letting you connect your lips with his once again. Everything had become bright again from the moment the words had left your lips.

And God, give us the reason youth is wasted on the young

It’s hunting season and this lamb is on the run

Searching for meaning

But are we all lost stars trying to light… light up the dark?

And I thought I saw you out there crying

And I thought I heard you call my name

And I thought I heard you out there crying

But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?

Are we all lost stars trying up the dark?

“I love you, Jungkook.”

[westworld-daily]

‘Westworld’ Star Thandie Newton on Embodying the ‘Daring and Vicious’ Maeve

As we enter Emmy season — nomination voting runs June 12 to June 26 — Yahoo TV will be spotlighting performances and other contributions that we feel deserve recognition.

Against a frontier backdrop crowded with the likes of Anthony Hopkins, Evan Rachel Wood, and James Marsden, one woman stood tall on the plains of Westworld: Maeve Millay, the brothel madam who repeatedly proved herself more cunning and courageous than any cowboy. Played with steely resolve by Thandie Newton, Maeve emerged early on in Westworld‘s first season as one of the HBO drama’s most fascinating personalities — all the more so because she was constructing her personality as the series went along.

As one of the robotic hosts who populate this futuristic theme park, Maeve’s identity is theoretically pre-determined by other people. But as the season progresses, she seizes control of her own narrative and orchestrates a bold escape plan that few of her fellow hosts would dare to dream of… if they could dream in the first place. “I found that the character went from this really tragic vulnerability to enormous strength and power,” the actress says of Maeve’s emotional arc.

We spoke with Newton about Maeve’s independence, her “strange” alliance with Felix, and her favorite scene from Season 1.

One of the interesting things about Maeve’s journey over the course of the first season is that even though she doesn’t often cross-over into the larger arc involving Delores, Robert Ford, and the Man in Black, she’s on a similar quest toward awakening her identity. She just travels there via a different route. Absolutely. And even though I wasn’t crossing-over with Anthony Hopkins and Evan Rachel Wood, I had incredible supporting actors with the guys who played the lab techs Felix and Sylvester [Leonardo Nam and Ptolemy Slocum, respectively]. So I felt that I had my own drama, and I interacted with those characters in the same way that Evan was interacting with Anthony. They weren’t the protagonists, necessarily, but they were still incredibly important to the show.

One of Maeve’s most memorable moments comes in Episode 2 when she “wakes up” in the Westworld lab and witnesses the way the hosts are treated there. It may be the most haunting sequence in the entire season. That was originally going to be in the pilot, but they decided that it was such a powerful set-piece that they could let it breathe and allow it to really take center stage in the second episode. I was thrilled about that. It was the first time that I was playing the nudity, which is a very powerful and important part of the season, to see these characters stripped naked. Because it was my first time doing that, all that fear and vulnerability I was feeling as Thandie the actress was really feeding beautifully into the fear experienced by the character. I became a lot more comfortable with being naked as the series progressed, but in the pilot it was very challenging.

I imagine that an additional challenge in that moment is trying to portray how Maeve is processing what she’s seeing. She doesn’t have a frame of reference for what’s happening in the lab. What were you thinking, as a performer, while walking through that environment? It’s a nightmare-scape, because nothing makes sense. She’s seeing horrific images of bodies and carcasses of meat just being dumped on the ground. And she’s naked. She’s in a completely opposite scenario to Maeve in the saloon, where she takes command and is very self-assured. Suddenly, she’s inside this nightmare, and it’s the worst thing imaginable, to wake up in this alien world where you’re being treated with appalling depravity. I didn’t have to think about much other than what I was seeing and doing.

Did the producers prepare you for what you would see in advance, or were they interested in capturing natural reactions by having you walk through and see fresh horrors? I’d already seen the horror shop in the special effects laboratories, and I had seen the wounds that were on my stomach, because I’d had a number of fittings. So it demystified a lot of the horror. But I’m an actress, and trying to imagine what a person would feel like seeing it for the first time is my place of business. The production design was wonderful, and it definitely provided everything I needed to react the way that I did.

Did you think of Maeve and the “blank slate” host version of her as being separate people? No, it was always Maeve, whether dialed up or dialed down. She was always the canvas on which everything was playing out. She was never an empty shell like Clementine, when she was de-animated. That’s not something that ever happens to Maeve. She’s like a computer that’s being filled, and gets progressively more so as the story continues, to the point where she’s dialed her intelligence right up. She’s acquired a mass of information, which gives her the ability to literally break out of Westworld — which has never been done before, you would imagine! So I never played her as anything other than the host who was growing all the time.

You mentioned Felix earlier, and his relationship with Maeve is one of the most interesting parts of the show, and for some, controversial. Some fans wondered why Felix would just go along with what Maeve was telling him to do. What’s you reading of that relationship? You know, it’s a strange one, and I’d love to hear what Leonardo thinks about it — why Felix remains loyal to this murderous robot. Maybe there’s something in his life that prompts him to ally himself with the oppressed. During shooting, I remember talking about how extraordinary these robots are. They’re incredibly expensive and highly complex devices, which Felix is completely in awe of. He’s in awe of the technology, and in a way, he just wants to see where the technology will go. It’s a kind of perverse desire, but he’s kind of grooving on the machinery. So I think that’s the main reason why he supports what she’s doing. He’s also a nice guy. He’s a tender, sensitive person, especially when set against Sylvester, who is such a dick. [Laughs]

The scenes between Maeve, Felix, and Sylvester often have a nice touch of comedy to them, which is something you don’t often get in the rest of the show. Yeah, to go from that scene in Episode 2 where she’s waking up in this horrific world to the levity of meeting Sylvester and Felix and taking control of that situation is such a relief. It lends itself to laughing at how horrible Sylvester is, and how clever Maeve is. That’s really appealing.

Jumping ahead to the finale, Maeve makes the decision to head back into the park, rather than get on the last train out of Westworld, driven by a fragmented memory of her daughter. What’s the significance of that choice to you, and how does it point to what lies ahead for her in Season 2? It showed me that this character is even more powerful and extraordinary than we thought. Escape was the sole thing on her mind, and she puts that into reverse to go back into a nightmarish world that she wanted to leave more than anything. She finds the strength in herself to adjust that perspective and go back in. It seems like a sacrifice, her denying herself that desire to escape. And for what reason? That’s the cliffhanger: I don’t know the reason, you don’t know the reason. We are going to discover why, and that’s obviously going to be part of the narrative for Season 2. I just know that whatever her future is, it’s going to be really, really daring and vicious.

While she does make some alliances during the first season — with Felix and Sylvester, as well as Hector — she’s largely an independent agent in her own survival. Could she ever work with someone else on a long-term basis? I feel like she’s always going to be on her own. Or, if she does ally herself with someone, it’s always for her own motives. She doesn’t sacrifice her desire in order to satisfy someone else’s desire. Hers comes first, and if it happens to chime with another character, then she’ll go along with them. But I feel like Maeve is in it for herself. She has a relationship with Clementine, and you see loyalty there, but she doesn’t sacrifice herself in order to try and save Clementine. What she does is take the anger and the upset of what happens to Clementine and uses it to power herself forward. She’s definitely got the selfish gene.

Playing those scenes with Angela Sarafyan as Clementine, did you want to provide a sense that Maeve has a maternal relationship with her? I felt that there was a maternal element to Maeve’s relationship with Clementine, definitely. You needed to have that trust and love in order to make Clementine’s demise as tragic as it was. But their relationship and their closeness isn’t just to give Maeve maternal leanings, it’s also to satisfy a twist that comes later with Clementine’s death.

One of the themes that runs throughout Maeve’s storyline, and Westworld in general, is the way that physical and emotional trauma affects individuals, even robots whose memories can be manipulated. You’ve been open in the past about describing abuses you’ve experienced. Was there something cathartic about playing this character? Oh, god, yeah. It was amazing. It was like a phoenix rising from the flames. It was so satisfying being able to single-handedly turn against oppression and fight it and win. My story arc is sensational — talk about a Western, you know? Maeve’s journey is irrepressible, and the love I’ve had back from audiences, the excitement and the fact that people identify with her, men particularly. I’m always surprised by how touched they are by Maeve’s journey, and how supportive they are of me as an actress having played the role. I love that it crosses gender lines. Men don’t feel ostracized from Maeve. They identify with her.

Is there a message you hope audiences take away from the series? It leaves a person questioning the value of human life. Are we just pieces of meat? Are we just pieces on a chessboard? How much are we valued? How much do we value ourselves? How much do we value others? Really, it’s a real call to arms in terms of human rights activism. The oppressed are rebelling in the show. It’s a revolution, and I think that people identify with that. It’s very reassuring to watch a show that’s dealing with that because, obviously, it’s in a context of entertainment, and you can switch it on or you can switch it off. It’s contained in this TV show, neatly tied up and looking beautiful. But the realities are there.

The Old West was a very racist environment, but within Westworld, the violence and abuse is rarely racially motivated. Does that reflect the attitudes of the larger world outside the park, or is it more an example of how the park’s operators have chosen to run the place? It’s funny, I was thinking this morning about some of the people in the show whom we don’t follow in terms of the storyline — the Native American population of the park. When I first read the pilot, I remember really being put off by the word “savages” to describe the Native Americans. Maeve is actually attacked by one such character [in the flashback to her life before the saloon], but that scene isn’t picked up on in the show. I do think there’s a future there, because Lisa and Jonah don’t place anything there thoughtlessly. So I think that something’s going to happen there, and that there’s a larger world within Westworld, which is inhabited by both characters we know and that we may not have met yet. We could spend hours and hours trying to list the different ways, the myriad of ways that Westworld storylines can go.

Is there a specific scene or moment that you’re proudest of from the first season? One clip that gets shown a lot is where Clementine has just been deactivated, and Maeve is reflecting on how she thought that the humans were gods at first, and she’s come to realize that they’re just men. That speech is absolutely iconic. And I say that not just because I had an extraordinary time playing that scene and saying those words. Even if I hadn’t been involved in the project and was seeing it as an audience member, I would think that scene and those words are everything, as a woman, I’ve ever wanted to say. So if there’s a moment that I would want to crown, it’s that piece of dialogue. I am eternally grateful for that opportunity; I looked forward to it as soon as I read it. So yeah, I can’t wait to play her again. It’s coming up soon!

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SPREAD CH.2 ARTIST SPOTLIGHT - Taylor Jamison

Hi SPREAD listeners! I hope everyone has been having a meaningful Pride month while enjoying the PRIDE playlist! The featured artist off SPREAD CH. 2 is dear friend of mine and a force to be reckoned with. Get a glimpse below of Taylor Jamison's life as an unapologetic songwriter and artist. HERE WE GO!

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Taylor: Hey hey, my name is Taylor Jamison and I’m a songwriter/singer right here in most-of-the-time-sunny Los Angeles! I’m originally from Boulder, CO, but have been living here in LA for a second now, writing for some amazing new artists, and creating some cool tunes under my name as well!

Dan: Hi Taylor! Welcome! I am so glad that u are PRIDE's featured artist. You are a songwriting beast who is constantly on the grind. I'm excited for people to hear about ur career and your thoughts about the industry, so let's get started.

Describe a typical day in the life of a songwriter. What do u enjoy the most about it?

Taylor: I’d say a typical day in the studio with me, at least, is catching up on life with whoever I’m working with, joking around, sharing funny moments of the week, usually someone has a good hook up/sex story as well. My favorite part is that, from these shared moments, a story unfolds itself. I see myself as a “Storyteller for the Ears,” so whether it’s myself singing the song or another artist, I love being able to share a moment/feeling in time through music and watching how people react to it.

Dan: I would say that u just perfectly summed up the reason songwriters do what they do! It's all about the story and the connection. In finding this connection for yourself, describe the place that makes you feel the most inspired creatively.

Taylor: I absolutely LOVE the beach because it’s so many things to me. Gentle, but powerful. Beautiful, with a dark side. Tranquil, yet full of energy. It makes me nostalgic for days passed, while making me think forward into the future. I love going out and laying by myself with a notebook, letting the sound wash over me until the words start falling out of my head onto the paper.

Dan: LA beaches are definitely hard to beat, too! I could use a beach day myself. It's a great way to reset and get those creative juices flowing. After running through all of those emotions we then get to the actual songwriting process. Now you have countless songs to ur name. Out of those, what song of yours are u most proud of? Why?

Taylor: Ooooooo, this is a hard one. I’m gonna have to have a tie on this between, “Down”, and, “The Last Time”. When putting together the production and sound scape of, “Down”, I really wanted to create a sense of longing because that’s essentially what that song is: it’s the complete taking-down of your walls for somebody because you want to fall completely into them, letting yourself be vulnerable so they know just how much you want them. For, “The Last Time”, I decided to keep that song with just piano and vocals because adding production was going to end up making it sound cheesy, and this song has such a powerful sense of nostalgia that I wanted it to almost seem completely empty, just like how you feel sometimes when you think back on someone from your past. Plus, that key change is life (have to toot my own horn on that one lolz), I want more artists to do key changes again!!!

Dan: Girl, key changes are UNDERRATED. When done just right, they can completely change a song for me. The key change in "The Last Time" makes me scream every single time. I think we could see them make a comeback.

Now, just like anyone on this journey, there are numerous high and low points. Tell us about when the music industry has maybe made you feel inadequate. How did u overcome this?

Taylor: Ummmm, the industry can make you feel inadequate on almost a daily basis if you let it, honestly. I’d be lying if I were to say that every day is a walk in the park, cause it’s not: you feel like you're constantly trying to prove to the world that you’re talented, yet it falls on deaf ears. However, I think the cure for those feelings of inadequacy is surrounding yourself with amazing people who are just as creative, driven and positive as you are, but always making sure to be humble. Nobody likes a cocky bitch, ever, lolz.

Dan: You are speaking TRUTH in this interview, girl. Surrounding yourself with positivity is almost the only way to get through those moments of feeling inadequate. And you're right, nobody enjoys being around cockiness, even though there can be a lot of that in this industry.

As you surround yourself with driven and encouraging people, I know that also includes artists u look to for inspiration. Tell us about an artist/songwriter who inspires u. What about their artistry/ability would you like to emulate in your own?

Taylor: To kick it a bit old school, I’m gonna say Elton John because I think he was so groundbreaking and just what was needed in the world to move forward progressively. He was completely unafraid to be flamboyant and unapologetically homosexual in a time that it was still not acceptable in public overall. Plus, with Bernie Taupin on the lyrics and Elton on the melodies, they made some prettyyyyyyyy amazing music that still stands the test of time, if I don’t say so myself.

Dan: Elton is a legend and an icon, especially for what he did for queer visibility in the mainstream. I had to include him as a part of the PRIDE playlist. It would have been a crime not to, honestly.

I have mentioned earlier that u are pretty much on the go all the time, whether it's working on ur own stuff or writing for other artists. In the midst of everything u have going on, how do u manage a busy schedule and stress? How do you recharge when u need to?

Taylor: I actually work WAY better on a busy schedule, so I’m a fan of back to back sessions, all week long! But, when I do need a little break, I love getting out of LA for a sec and visiting places like San Diego, Palm Springs, Santa Barbra and more. I also love having parties with my friends, dancing around, being gay, playing beer pong. Oh, and Tequila. Tequila is always an answer to stress and busy schedules (Silver Tequila only though).

Dan: I think that LA is such an encompassing city that sometimes the only solution to getting a break is getting out. I do the same thing. Also, I did not know u liked playing beer pong! I sense a duel between you and me coming soon...

Looking past u only liking silver tequila (sorry I had to throw some shade), what do u think is the biggest misconception people have about working in this industry?

Taylor: Oh lordy, probably that you can just show up in town and become a super star. Sorry to say it, but being a cocky bitch doesn’t get you very far hahah. The only way you’re becoming an overnight pop star is if mommy and daddy are loaded, or a family member is tied into a label somehow. Gotta put in the work to really earn respect from people, at least in my book.

Dan: There are many, many people that agree with u! This industry easily and quickly exposes true talent and true intention. I love how honest and open u are.

Touching on your openness, how has ur identity influenced or affected your journey as a songwriter and artist?

Taylor: I think being gay totally influences my journey as both a songwriter and as an artist because it’s not, “normal”, per say. It doesn’t fit the cookie cutter mold of what a male pop artist has been for the past 5+ decades, so it’s sometimes difficult for people to want to get behind something still so new and not fully understood. But, even though it sometimes makes the journey harder, I wouldn’t change it for the world because I feel like it brings such a unique and interesting view to songs that straight men, and even women can’t entirely relate to.

Dan: I am holding onto hope that as time continues, more queer artists will be accepted as major label and mainstream like their straight counterparts. I think that progress in this aspect will really be made by people just like u, who are unapologetically themselves. What advice would you give to up and coming LGBTQ+ songwriters and artists?

Taylor: I would emphasize not trying to hide who you are, letting it all fall out, even if it’s hard to do. We’re in a time where LGBTQ kids need role models, people that they can say they want to grow up to be like. Unlike straight men and women, LGBTQ kids have had to feel the need to hide who they are from such a young age so as to “fit in” with normal, American society; now is the time for us to live our lives to the fullest so we can keep paving the road towards the future. (I felt like a motivational speaker there on a soap box lolz.)

Dan: U are dead on. The more LGBTQ artists and musicians that are in the spotlight, the more LGBTQ kids and youth will see that it really is okay to be themselves. We have to watch out for our LGBTQ youth as much as possible because our government doesn't seem to look out for them enough...

I am sure thinking through these questions has made u, in a way, look back on your own journey as an artist and songwriter. So what would you has been the biggest highlight of your career as an artist/songwriter so far?

Taylor: I think one of the coolest moments so far was opening for Bonnie McKee at OC Pride in 2014. Even though I now look back on my outfit and shake my damn head, it was so amazing to meet her in person, definitely one of my songwriting idols!

Dan: Hahaha, that's incredible. How cool that u were able to open for her at a Pride event! She is a songwriting queen. Definitely an idol of mine, too! (For those of you that don't know Bonnie, u can thank her for hits like 'Teenage Dream,' 'California Gurls,' 'Dynamite,' and 'Hold It Against Me.')

Taylor, it's time for my signature question. What artist/album/song have u had on repeat lately?

Taylor: Ok, album for SURE would be Kehlani’s, “Sweet Savage Sexy”: that shit is AMAZING. I’m also digging The 1975, Jon Bellion, Blackbear and Julia Michaels. “Issues”-Julia Michaels, “Do-Re-Mi”-Blackbear, “Escape”-Kehlani, “Bad Liar”-Selena Gomez and “Death Wish”-Terror Jr are definitely the go-to songs on repeat currently!!!

Dan: This list is SO solid. U know Kehlani has a soft spot in my heart. I was so excited to include her on SPREAD CH.2 as well!

Now that we are sadly wrapping up this Artist Spotlight, how can we check out ur music and stay up to date with ur releases/posts? Anything we should especially be on the lookout for?

Taylor: My Insta/Twitter handle is @TaylorJamison77, and you can listen to my shit on Spotify, Apple Music, iHeart Radio and more under Taylor Jamison! Also, you can check out Matthew John’s EP, “Chain Reaction” on all streaming sites as well (I wrote the title track, “Chain Reaction”!). In the next few months I’ll be having some new music come out, as well as some more releases with other artists (follow me on Insta for the most up to date info, as I share mostly on there. Plus, my InstaStory’s are usually pretty fun, from what I’ve heard!)

Dan: I can attest that Taylor is very fun to follow on social media! Everyone PLEASE go check his pages and his music out, and then go give his song '(Never Gonna) Change For You' another listen on PRIDE! Thank u so much for being so real with us, girl. I cannot wait to see ur name in lights one day.

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Thank u for tuning into the second SPREAD Artist Spotlight! Big thanks to Taylor Jamison for serving some tea today and giving us a closer look at his career as a gay singer/songwriter.

I hope u all enjoy the last few days of PRIDE month! I can't believe it's almost over. In just a couple of days a new playlist will be gracing the SPREAD website, and this one is about to be veryyy refreshing... ;)

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