#but then again-- haystack to space

[secretlysamcro]

“Till it’s gone”🐦‍⬛

Yelawolf

Played: Season 7, Episode 2

Female reader x Jax Teller

Little one shots based on my fav songs from SOA

💀slight violence, slight smut,swearing, adultery - If you’re under the age of 18, haven’t finished the show or dislike any of said topics, please read no further.

“Damn it, y/n, it’s not that easy!” Jax’s voice echoes through the confined space of the van that’s currently parked in your usual location - a secluded area of a underground parking lot, frustration and anger lingering in the air as he turns to look at you.

Jax’s words were heavy…growing increasingly frustrated with your need to ask the same question over and over.

Jax isn’t a stupid man, he’s fully aware that cheating on Tara is wrong, but he also knows that leading you on is just as bad.

He found himself in this constant vortex of wanting -no, needing to end things with you but forever being unable.

“I’m not a fool Jax, there’s no need to pretend” you shake your head in disbelief laughing slightly. “I know I’m just your escape when things get bad at home”

“Then why bother asking y/n?” Jax growled, his voice rumbling, he displays his anger by punching the steering wheel, the sound of his ‘SO’ and ‘NS’ rings clanking against the wheel breaking the deafening silence.

“Become a man jax!” You say mockingly “handle your own for once” you knew your words would do nothing more than stir the rage that had already risen.

Jax’s struggle to contain the bubbling anger was evident as his eyes darkened with intensity. Grabbing your face. He forcefully turns your head to meet those darkened ocean eyes, refusing you the chance to look away.

“Watch your damn mouth y/n” he warned his tone sounding possessive.

Reluctantly, you pull your face away. Fighting back tears, recognising Jax’s temper. Even though you’d experienced little glimpses of his aggression during your secret intimate moments, you’ve never witnessed it out of that context - not directed at you anyway.

“I’m fucking sick of this Jax…you only ever call me when you want to get your dick wet, other than that I don’t hear from you”. Your voice quivers slightly, Jax can almost hear the anger and hurt. “I ain’t the stepping stone to be stepping on Jax, you need to sort your marriage out and leave me out of this…I ain’t nobody’s crutch”.

Jax’s gaze remains fixed forward, avoiding eye contact. He fidgets restlessly whilst sat in the drivers seat, running his fingers through his hair and adjusting his kutte. “Ain’t much I can do” Jax lets out a deep sigh, sounding uncharacteristically less confident, his voice tinged with a hint of defeat. “Unless you’re looking to check out”. Jax finally made eye contact with you again, his gaze locking with yours. The weight of his unspoken thoughts lingered behind the intense stare.

Despite knowing (whether he’d admit it or not) that Jax was only using you as a way to release his pent up stress from his marriage, the thought of bringing an end to this intimate arrangement left you feeling strangely saddened.

Deep down, you knew it was for the best. Staying in contact with Jax who’s only been using your pussy as comfort, isn’t fair on you. You’ve already been putting your life on hold for him, to be there for him, to comfort him, falling for him… when to him, you were just a warm place to seek pleasure without the weight of emotional connection.

“I guess I’ll never be the needle in the haystack that you finally found” your words echoing a previous conversation shared between the two of you where you both confessed a wish to have met under different circumstances.

Jax remained completely silent, nervously biting down on his lips as he starts the engine. His rough hand moving to rest on the back of the seat you currently occupied as he begins to reverse out of the parking lot. He refrains from speaking, keeping his pristine white air force 1’s on the gas pedal driving directly to your house.

Jax silently brings the van to a stop as he pulls up to where you live, switching off the engine whilst his lips remained sealed. The air between you both growing thick with tension.

You waited a brief moment, hoping for him to break the silence and say something, but as the seconds ticked by and his stubbornness persisted, the realisation had settled in that Jax had no intentions to speak.

Pulling yourself together, you take a deep breath and then clear your throat softly… “Well you know what they say Jax…”

He doesn’t utter a single word, but his eyes shift in your direction silently waiting to hear what it is you have to say.

“You never know what you’ve got till it’s gone”

With your final words spoken, you step out of the van. Forcefully closing the door behind you. Without even acknowledging Jax, your footsteps disappear into the night as you make your way to the entrance of your home. The conversation still lingering heavily in the thoughts of you both.

💀gifs, photos & music do not belong to me.

🖤I’m honestly enjoying writing again so much! It’s like a way to destress from my real life. I also have my first request! So I will be getting to that asap (thank you anon!)

When I used to write on here all those years ago trigger warnings etc weren’t really a thing so I apologise if I forget to mention something, or if I don’t apply the trigger warnings correctly.

Please feel free to submit requests! I’m currently writing for Jax Teller but will deffo do more SOA characters in the near future.

XOXO secretly samcro 🐦‍⬛

[noideabutsims]

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[theoneiroveil]

Did you wake up on October 1st, 2016 to a very strange channel in your subscription box on Youtube?

Well if not, here is a little bit that channel.

Soursalt is a series that began in 2016 with roughly 600 people waking up subscribed to it without knowing. That's a very real thing that happened, which is a great selling point of the story.

Over the next few days these weirdly edited potato-quality home videos get uploaded and nobody has any idea what's going on. Some descriptions keep changing, some are pieces of conversations, etc. People are immediately hooked because what the fuck is going on? Then Madman Re starts getting mentioned, is it a place, a God, Freddy Krueger, who knows. More cryptic and weird dream videos get uploaded and then suddenly there's a break. This is the end of the prologue of the story.

Suddenly, we started getting rapid fire uploads a few months later of these two idiots making a really shitty ghost hunter parody knock off sketch. This is basically meant to be like a needle in the haystack for viewers. There are moments in these videos that are completely filler and just dumb comedy or filler -- b u t there are teases that something is up sprinkled within these videos. You'll have one of them mention the path looks different (implying they scouted it out before hand), or they'll hear or see something the camera just straight up doesn't see of pick up. This continues on until it's obviously getting dark, but we don't see their journey home. Instead, a few days later, we're treated to another sketch. This time shit gets fucky.

The two do the Ghost Guy routine on a haunted road by the woods, but as the move past the housed area towards the side of the park, their patience with each other starts running thin, they start hearing strange things, and feeling off. After taking a break off the road in a nearby Gazebo, they find a mysterious grave site and a stuffed monkey. Here, we learn out of character that they were filming at locations posted on a strange forum ; the same one implied to have launched the Soursalt spread.

After getting covered in some shit, blood and rot the characters introduce the audience to the Madman of Re as Aidan "Ghost Guy" Calloway touches the Window of a spooky run down bus and a ghastly hand touches his back -- all separated thematically by … a Window.

And this is where Soursalt takes you, into the Window; a terrifying physical nightmare space that seperates the viewer from their body and traps them in their own mind, a mind that can be easily manipulated by the Madman of Re.

BUT WAIT

This is only the end's beginning.

Timeskip -- Seven Years Later:

The story returns with Eulacram on the eve of the Spread's seven year anniversary following Aidan as he struggles to live with the trauma of his past and present following the events he experienced in Soursalt. It's at this point where the shattering of Aidan's mind takes literal form and we're presented with various versions of him through a system that he calls the Crucible Channel.

Meanwhile, another entity has pursued the same goal as Madman Re and sought out those that were victims of various Spreads to put together what it calls the Eulacram Tribute, a tournament of survival that allows those touched by the Oneiroveil (the dream realm the Window is in) to compete for an evolution of their flesh. Aidan and the other Spread victims are unknowingly pulled into a shared dream where it seems reality is once again being manipulated as their lives are being toyed with. However, Aidan's access to the Crucible Channel may be prove useful in saving him and the other victims from this new nightmare.

Eulacram is designed both as an Epilogue to Soursalt and its own series. While Soursalt is to be seen as a more found-footage style story, Eulacram utilizes the idea posed by the prologue that the entity can create videos with dreams, to showcase a cinematic-like view of events within the story. Some episodes can transition between hand-held, cinematic handheld, and cinematic third person, to allow for a unique approach on telling the story.

New viewers of the series can pick up with Act 1 or Act 2 Eulacram (on 10/1/23) without having fully watched Soursalt or Eulacram's prologue ; which will allow for an easier transition into the new content while everything you need to know will be given to you through the story. Viewers of the past content, and even those part of the first 600 subscribers will get the full experience though, as they will have seen the journey of some of these characters from the beginning, understanding the trauma that led them to becoming who they are today.

Soursalt // Eulacram is unlike any other web series you have seen, or dreamed. It's dark, gritty, there's a talking lizard, it's sharp and brutal at times ; but comedic, light hearted and emotional at others. The characters feel real, their pain feels real. If you're looking for web series horror that breaks the mould, takes risks, and isn't afraid to pop out an eye or two… or three… or ---

Then on October 1st, 2023, you should wake up to a very strange channel in your subscription box on Youtube.

This is that channel.

[centrally-unplanned]

Been watching the original Sailor Moon with partner (@stifledlaughterao3) and there is this character, Motoki:

He is Mamoru's (Tuxedo Mask) genki bff and in Season 1 a crush of Usagi's, and overall is just a general good civilian friend of the whole squad and a recurring character all the way through Season 4. He never appears in Season 5 (I think) for no stated reason, presumably because that season stuffed a healthy dose of new boytoys into its ensemble and needed to balance the scales by putting some others on a bus, but anyway...

In the aforementioned Season 4, the main plot is a Snow White Queen style villain capturing people's "Beautiful Dreams" (shown as mirrors) in a hunt for magic crystal (its Sailor Moon, its always a magic crystal). Said crystal is btw protected by a pegasus/alicorn prince with whom Chibiusa fulfills the deepest fantasy of every eager horse girl in the audience:

Get it girrrl don't let your dreams be dreams. But anyway (again)... the minions of our Distaff Evil Queen raid everyone's dreams hunting Chibiusa's beau, and I mean everyone's; at some points they are just dragging bodies by the truckful to inspect mirrors:

Those are the mirrors - I promise you the piles of bodies they got them from are just off frame. Point is, pretty much everybody has got a beautiful dream, which is why its so hard for these minion girls to find the needle dream in the haystack, insane hairstyles or no.

Season goes on, villain finds the macguffin, fighty fighty plotty plotty and it all culminates with the villain having sealed away all of humanity's dreams in darkness and Chibiusa & Usagi calling everyone to channel the power of their dreams into a planet-wide counterspell. Or Tokyo-wide at minimum, Chbiusa speaks like God from the sky over Tokyo and huge crowds go glassy-eyed to help her:

Even our boy Motoki's sister Unazuki jumps in to help, yelling into space as a confused Motoki tries to figure out what is going on with her:

Which...wait a second, why isn't Motoki helping? Everyone else is! He is the only character on screen in this sequence in Tokyo who isn't helping. Its not just girls, you see plenty of guys, its not just "kids", we see a confirmed late 20's school principal for example doing it too.

I get that not literally everybody had a Beautiful Dream probably, but like everybody the main cast interacts with does! Its used frequently as like an inherent, thematic statement of the essence of humanity, and its lack as a serious problem. So wtf is going on with Motoki! Why doesn't he get a dream?? I thought this would have some like nitpick explanation, but digging in I can't actually find one, I think he just...is dreamless, and therefore by implication kind of sucks.

This is literally the last time you see him, too! Dreamless and confused. My new headcanon is this moment outed him as some form of an alien spy minion and he was summarily executed by the post-dream-apocalypse reconstruction authorities, explaining why we never see him again. Rest In Peace, Motoki - in death may the void of the universe finally meet the void of your heart.

[comatosebunny09]

Sooo glad to know I’m not the only one who’s noticed such a crazy disparity between likes/replies and reblogs when it comes to fics and fandom in general. To come back here and see only dozens of reblogs vs thousands of likes is not the tumblr I used to know (aging myself lol)

Of course I appreciate every interaction with something I’ve put out there! But sometimes I don’t think people realize how impactful the reblog button is. And that such passive forms of enjoyment without engaging or showing what moved you or why you liked the work can make a writer feel like a one-sided burn and churn machine. Can suck the inspiration right out of ya

Anyway, love you and your work and will forever always share whatever you put out there!

I wholeheartedly agree, anon.

I’ve had an on-again, off-again relationship with Tumblr since 2011-2012. Back then, reblogs and comments outweighed likes by a considerable amount.

I’m unsure when things started to change, and fandom spaces became isolated and antisocial. Sometimes, it’s like seeking a needle in a haystack, trying to find someone to gush over the same character or fandom as you. But I think we need to eliminate the sense of entitlement we’ve developed lately, expecting someone to “create, create, create,” because soon, there will be no content to consume.

Seeing so many talented people leave is disheartening because they receive little to no feedback. I’ve come close so many times to leaving myself, but I always find a reason to return (that’s my fault). As I’ve mentioned, everyone initially writes for themselves, but we share for the sake of sparking discussions.

Thank you so much for being supportive. I greatly appreciate your ask. I hope you remain successful with whatever art you’re producing and never let the lack of interaction discourage you. You are talented regardless of the amount of notes you receive.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Could you possibly write about slenderman's ghost s/o trying to make the mansion festive for Halloween bc they're really excited for the holiday and never experienced it before? They have a list and everything as soon as they learn about the custom-

For instance, every room is decked out in decor totally not stolen, they make loads of themed treats, and try to engage the him and the proxies into doing multiple festive activities as well?

-slender anon <3 (sorry if this is too much exposition, tysm for all the cool writing)

Celebrating Halloween w/ Slenderman!

so so sorry for taking a a bit to get to this !! I meant to get this out tomorrow but I got distracted </3 still torn on if i want the mansion to exist in my au but for all intents and purposes we'll say it does for this >:) i might make the mansion like, some abandoned creepy haunted house in universe, like the house from IT or Nightmare on Elm Street (i actually... dont remember if it gets abandoned or not in the later movies, its been a while since i watched the series..) or something something yeah i think ill go with that for the mansion anyways enough rambling

Cue curious head tilts and questions from slenderman, he knows OF Halloween but he doesnt know all the ins and outs and intricacies when it comes to how its celebrated; best he knows is costumes and candy

initially watches you try to hang up all the decorations by yourself but eventually steps in to give you a hand

probably consults in you what basic Halloween traditions are, and probably also tries to ask the proxies if they know anything about it

i think outside of toby, the proxies don't really. remember much of their lives before becoming proxies, but that's because I'm basing my take on them off of the original MH where like, there's brain fog and the proxy/person are internally separate, but that's where inspiration from the original stuff ends; merging two fandoms together is. hard when the canon and fanon are so different

anyways

but also i never really like the creepypasta interpretation of masky and hoodie, at least from when i was in the fandom years back where they were shy and soft, but thats likely changed now- admittedly i dont interact with the fandom outside of creating

im rambling again, but i think masky and hoodie would also be a little lost but ready to do whatever they're told to do in regards to helping deck out the mansion

good news is that the mansion already looks like a spooky haunted house! especially on the outside since it's not as well kept as the inside

the inside is like what comes to mind when someone says old ass house; creaky wooden floors, shitty heating system, crawl spaces and compartments, that sort of thing. old enough that it would definitely have mold and rot, and be falling apart, if slenderman didnt come and keep it in tact

again, it already looks spooky enough as is, but decorations can really tie in the look

fake cobwebs, skeletons, spiders

oh those are real spiders

the mansion probably has spiders, slenderman cant do anything about the spiders sorry

okay anyways

treats! totally not stolen from some store by a teleporting entity that naturally distorts electronics! definitely not

he would make them with you, i think

i sometimes think about how slenderman would probably like calm and quiet activities, domestic ones included, so i think this is something he would actually end up loving especially with you around

learns he hates working with melted marshmallow, that shit is not banned from the mansion as well as marshmallow creme

he even gets those cute little halloween themed goodie bags so you can give them out

unfortunately he's going to have to pass, on account that he can't really eat any non-human meat food, but rest assured if he could safely eat your treats he would

Toby would be fucking that shit up, especially if you make those popcorn ball things. i feel like toby would love those. masky to me seems like a butterscotch haystack enjoyer to me (based), while hoodie fucks up those chocolate dipped pretzels, you know the ones that get decorated to look like mummies? those. he demolishes those (also based)

i kinda miss the popcorn balls tbh i havent had those in years but they were good from what i remember- i think i might make some this evening

moving on once more

if there's any extras slenderman may offer to take you around to give them to others

im still deciding character dynamics and relationships and who knows who in this funky au, but i feel like slenderman knows at least a handful of the other character. at least on a first name basis

so thats fun! you also get to share the joy with characters such as splendor and trender, and perhaps even jeff. i hc that eyeless jack and slender are both in the same forest but not like. buddy buddy. but he can get goodies too. ignore the fact jack is in the same boat as slender in terms of what he can and cant eat- he appreciates the gesture

now activities! i gotta admit i never really did halloween stuff outside of trick or treating; so im a little stumped on ideas

theres the obvious, pumpkin carving (the pumpkin insides get used to make more treats!), apple bobbing, and a few others

while not really a halloween game, you guys probably play a few games in the woods

thats

wait no thats terrifying, do not play hide and seek/tag with them in the woods regardless of if its night time and regardless of if youre a ghost, that shit actually sounds terrifying esp since i think slenderman and hoodie would get WAY TOO competitive

oh scary stories

definately

you insist on summoning ghosts and demons to fit the vibe

" but Dear, you're a gho-" "hush"

you guys accidentally summon one of the ghost creepypastas or something/j

you guys accidentally summon zalgo and halloween gets cancelled'j

idk if this is just a me thing but whenever me and my friends sit down to read creepypasta stories we get derailed and somehow end up reading fanfics and acting them out but i can see this happening as well; though this one also isnt a halloween exclusive activity

overall its a learning experience for most of you guys, and slenderman is totally up to humoring you again next year!

oh oh oh halloween costumes, how could i forget?

good luck trying to find something for slenderman, even if he could fit in anything he probably wouldnt dress up no matter how you try to word it

actually now that i think of it, do you think his suit is just part of his body? like ive seen loads of interpretations where it is; the shitty slenderman movie included. like is it a removeable suit? is it something that looks like a suit but its part of him? is it like a scp 049 situation where it is a suit but its attached to him?

im not getting into that today

masky and toby both dress up as classic slasher icons

hoodie probably would too but i got flashed with a vision of him dressed as pumpkin so im rolling with it

i think thats about everything! i hope you like this! this ended up way longer than i thought it would be but i fully blame that on me still being in my ramble mindset </3 ive been cooking up some major hcs for my au/interpretation as well as smaller stuff so my brain just wants to dump it TToTT

anyways

runs off to go draw spooky stuff (cough cough creepypastas dressed up in costumes)

[woodchipp]

So, I've read the OMORI manga's first chapter.

All in all, it's already an improvement over the game in my eyes.

SPOILERS BELOW.

Things I Liked

The biggest improvement, of course, is that Sunny isn’t locked in a perpetual resting bitch face anymore. He’s appropriately afraid to open the door, shocked to see Basil, aghast at Aubrey calling him a “loser” and terrified of Aubrey herself. And the mention of Mari actually causes him to freak out! Compared to Game!Sunny, it’s quite refreshing to see he seems to have some semblance of a personality here. Now I’m interested to see how Basil’s bathroom breakdown will be handled 🙂

I appreciate that the manga doesn’t fuck around with its plot and cuts straight to the chase. Headspace is boring as hell anyway, and I'd personally take the manga's breakneck pacing over the game's excruciating length. Starting off the very first chapter with Memory Lane’s very last memory was an interesting choice, and it makes a lot of sense given that the violin is the source of all of Sunny’s woes lol

Likewise, I appreciate that Aubrey is violently confrontational right off the bat. At least she’s proving herself to be as unruly as a real delinquent would be lmao. She even calls Sunny out as the coward he is! Her gang is nowhere to be seen so far, which I see as a huge improvement considering they’re barely characters, and I hope they’re excised from the story so that it could focus on Aubrey more 

Basil briefly changing to his Headspace version to reflect Sunny’s tenuous grasp on reality is a great detail. Where was that kind of detail in the source material?

Sunny zoning out into White Space after attacking Aubrey makes sense. I can see why the shock would cause him to dissociate. It also makes sense that Sunny would dream up a playground if he fell unconcsious at the park. That being said…

Things I Disliked

…the way Headspace is introduced is still rather haphazard. I'm not sure why the chapter ends where Headspace began in the game. Unless the Headspace segments are much shorter here, I'm afraid it'll be just as much of a tumor on the plot as it was in the source material

Again, Kel only calls attention to Sunny’s knife and says nothing about Aubrey’s nail bat. It was stupid in the game and it's stupid here. He also stands by while she holds Sunny at bat-point and monologues about how she'll never forgive him instead of, dunno, trying to tackle her so that she doesn't harm Sunny

The artstyle is. a thing. Everyone’s got haystack limbs, including Kel, who’s supposed to be the physically fittest one in the group. The Same Face Syndrome goes without mention

The implication that Omori stepped in and took control of Sunny to attack Aubrey is the one thing I genuinely hated. Come on, are you really going to shirk responsibility for Sunny’s actions on his Evil Mental Illness again? At least Sunny himself was horrified by the act, but still, that was bullshit. can’t wait for the Epic plot twist that Omori forced Sunny to shove Mari down the stairs 

[bazaarwords]

in spite of war [4/? | griddlehark | post-canon]

i hope u guys are enjoying! i've had a lot of fun writing, even if it is a little stream of consciousness-y :)

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We didn’t talk after that. Not for a few days.

This, I think, really illustrates my point about getting kicked when I’m down. About eating those exploding toenail knives.

In retrospect, I can’t really call what we did in the kitchen talking. More like a bouquet of aborted sentences.

It took forever to get from planet to planet—so many of the steles had been busted in the war. We were just kind of looking for a needle in the endless haystack of deep space. 

I will admit this about myself: I’m not a patient person. Even before the death and the resurrection and all of the bullshit that came after—I mean, you know. I tried to get off the Ninth a billion times. Some of those attempts, loathe as I am to admit it, were like hours apart.

There wasn’t a whole lot to do on the ship, and I didn’t want to escape into a subzero vacuum, thank you very much. I ran laps in the hallways with Paul, I did push-ups and star jumps and squats and started deadlifting (which, haha. I’m dead.)

I did other stuff, too, like eating and sleeping and moving a mirror into my room. Again—don’t knock it.

The fourth day after the kitchen, I found an apple at the foot of my bed.

It had been ninety-six hours since my last apple, and I really do fucking love apples, so I ate the thing and didn’t think much about it. I was going a little stir-crazy.

I figured, afterwards in the hallway, dangling from the water pipe that was the scene of my two-hundredth (my fiftieth) pull-up of the day, that the apple could have been poisonous or laced with radiation or something worse. That if someone wanted to off me again, it would have been that easy.

But I felt fine. Sweaty, yeah, from the pull-ups. Fine otherwise. I was dead already, so what did it matter?

Then, a voice in the hall: “Ready for our 10k?”

“Where did you find the apple?”

I dropped to the floor and turned in the subsequent silence. It was still a weird moment of cognitive dissonance, seeing Palamades' expressions on Camilla’s face. Or rather—a freaky mixture of the two.

“Last I checked, we were out of fresh fruit,” Paul said, one eyebrow arched. “Where did you find it?”

“On my bed.”

“I’m not in the business of bad omens.”

“I thought that was a hat on a bed.”

“Okay. I’m not in the business of fruit on beds.” The eyebrow lowered. “I’d ask someone else.”

And I knew. I don’t know why I was pussyfooting around it. Maybe the night in the kitchen kept replaying in my head, maybe I didn’t know what I’d even do.

The ten kilometers didn’t change anything. Paul’s easy and infrequent conversation didn’t either.

I slinked back to my room and found a note on my bed.

It said, really stupidly: You’re wanted in Archives.

I think you’d tried to make it seem like Paul had written it. Because, I don’t know, Paul was the only person who’d be caught dead in Archives.

But you could have killed me another twenty times and I would have known that handwriting. I would have recognized the way the flimsy had indented, like you were trying to squeeze the last bit of ink out of a pen that—really, and you knew this—never ran out.

I didn’t consciously run my thumb over the words. Well, the word.

(Wanted.)

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[33446699]

my personal take on all that goes on, i really think social media has played too much into idols minds especially the youngins and naturally so has their immature / young audiences. i mean topics like reading on idols fs wasnt around early internet days its really only become the norm because tarot readers have allowed it too as well and so they play responsibility into ppls obsessions with needing to know every lil detail and even they admit to take the readinfs with a grain of salt so it is not always accurate but i think ppl take it as too literal, if jk fs is or isnt a celeb shouldnt matter bc its like looking for a needle in a haystack? same goes for when some tarot readers claim an aspect of an fs nationality and some common trait they have with the idol anyone can claim it is them after thats been said.

i also think nowadays the way people literally lust after an idol (even if i think they personally are not exactly who they might show they are) but people will absolutely lose their minds at every small picture or gif and rsther than highlight the good thingd about the idol they only sexualise or make it about lusting after them. ive seen many unhinged posts where the person is screeching out "they need xyz member of ateez in them" and id think im glad they wrote it on tumblr bc ateez surely dont bother checking this platform, same with idols fs readings i think they wouldnt really care but maybe find it creepy after some time like whoever idols end up with is their person and i dont think their "fans" bother to address the fact of what the idol personally want or if they even want someone rn does this make sense?

its the same issue i have with shipping and how it can so easily be believed to be real but xyz member is always romantically tied to the member and clips of them are exagerated badly by the editing team to make it look more real when it just looks awkward at times again they dont question whether the idol themselves actually feel romantic feelings for one another, kpops so toxic for shoving so much male x male interactions that any time a male idol is remotely seen interacting or breathing too closely to a female idol or female of any sort it causes outrage online and even if i dont care it still is just wow are people that easily hateful and honestly as loveable as my faves can seem even seeing this behaviours puts me off wanting to be near them. i dont want to lose my hearing bc some girlies were screeching at the top of their lungs. also so many idol groups barely come to my location or nearest city and its like :/ we dont get no interaction maybe the odd concert but they wouldnt exactly care to stick around longer than that.

in fact im almost certain some members, not all but some of a group i like defo use the audience to hookup and i wouldnt be surprise if they lead them on either. im no saying they cant have fun but im just saying it as the way their fans really overlust on idols who wont give them the time of day to date and in fact

in a way it makes me a lot less delulu becaude ive already had that stage ehh its just a sexy move blah blah blah its a shirtless pic seen many of those oh look a celeb photographed in their underwear? what else is new?. i can just appreciate what i wanna appreciate about an idol without needing to be too extreme abt it but seeing the same behaviours unfold is crazy. as i was saying to someone else running to airports which r public spaces with other people needing to get somewhere is unhelpful to those who actually want to respectfully use airports not just to chase down celeb or idol. the overworship of idols is becoming more than just a problem it seems to lead to straight up delusion and mental illness type obsessions with some idols even egging it on and being that pretend bf material as they call it.

i dont think once jk meets his fs whether he would give a shit if 15 yos are crying online and causing meltdowns or having tantrums about int as they will do when its announced, i want her to meet jk but ik shits going to be awful for her and both of them actually. it feels like many of their fans truly dont want an idol to be happy tho fr.

Yeah ,social media has given us access to different type of content we can consume however we want ,and that's why it's imp to regulate what we are consuming and what shouldn't,now coming to tarot readers ,I think there are certain boundaries which tarot readers shouldn't cross , because not only it increases delusions,it's also not possible to get an accurate answer on those topics ,if a tarot reader is answering really specific questions or sensitive questions,you shouldn't trust that reader and ofcourse readers play a role in increasing or decreasing delusions ,

Whether jungkook FS is a celeb or not ,of course it shouldn't matter but then we have people who want to know for curiousity,although I don't know why it's so important ,or because they want to know ,and then we have a reader who will answer these questions,just because they don't find anything weird with it ,or they do this to grow blog ,or for followers

"Today jungkook FS is sad " or "she had a fight with someone" now the reader mentioned that take it with a grain of salt ,but every delulu or girls who really like him ,will think and take this general tarot reading which can resonate with million of girls to themselves, thinking,I had a fight with this person,I must be the one ,or I am sad I am the one , people literally take jungkook FS readings too seriously ,and that's because they want to convince themselves they are the one

Even questions about his FS nationality are wrong ,you can't pinpoint with tarot ,which country national she is and it's invasive too ,if a reader do this ,it's not good and its better to avoid trusting these readers who really answer every detail about her

I have thought about making a post about sexualisation of idols and their effects on the people sexualising them and I will soon , sexualisation of any celebrity is very wrong ,not only morally , ethically,there are many reasons,and even BTS or ateez members can possibly look up and see this on Tumblr😵‍💫( if any idol is here reading my blog ,hello 💀😅)so people who do this should stop and need to touch some grass ,and respectful to the people they like ,lust and liking are two different things ,lusting is treating them like an object

Why I think jungkook or any other FS is so popular,and FS readings,is because mostly people want to be the FS so bad ,so yeah ,it's a really private matter and reading about them once in a while is good ,but like some celebrities or their FS ,they never get a rest ,it's giving obsession

The point is people don't respect and acknowledge the fact that an idol can want someone else atp ,is I have seen alot in this community and it's wrong ,fans want to control their life and get hurt ( parasocial relationship) that they have someone they like romantically

Shippers are weird , because how are you assuming sexual orientation of an idol ,and K-pop is wrong for pushing idols to do these fanservice,and capitalising of this shipping things , I mean there can be idols who are ,or who can be queer but believing someone is this because they are doing fanservice is wrong and disrespectful

Fans allover the world are weird ,but K-pop took it to extreme,yeah fans don't want their idols to come near any female ,and that's why even in tarot community,you hear a rumor about an idol and then for the next two weeks their is definitely two three readings about it ,this type of behaviour is weird , because why you don't want your idol to not be with anyone

Yeah ,I can understand ,that's the reason K-pop idols don't date ,can't make friends like normal people,and even marry so late ,that Japanese celebrity who divorced his Spouse because fans were bullying her for straight 03 months ,if this is not peak of obsession,and abnormal behaviour I dont know what it is

Ofcourse kpop idols do this ,they do hookup and have fun ,we just don't really normally hear about it ,and it can be a possibility that they can lead them on to , ofcourse meeting an idol , befriend with them or even dating ,chances are very minute,good for you that you escaped that phase and grow out of it because many girls are still stuck in it ,the point is ofcourse there are million of fans ,and why would an idol care to date them and cater to them ,if they have don't want this ,if they want someone else as their partner

If people are respectful on the airport then it's not an issue as even idols would like to have someone cheering up for them on airports,but if they literally attack idols like I remember a clip of Jungkook where he was basically so overwhelmed by the fans there, of course it can lead to obsession,delusion,and other type of mental illness and yeah ,idols do behave in a certain way and that perfect boyfriend type for their fans and it kinda benefits them ,isn't it 😵‍💫

I honestly know how its going to be , because people cant literally digest a mere tarot reading ( like if a reader says he met his FS already ) people start this witch hunt of prying through tarot/astro ,other divination methods to know whether he met or not and go to different readers and then readers reading on his love life for weeks ,so I can honestly understand what will they face 👀

He honestly don't give a damn even now whether his fans are having meltdown or not ( as he should ) thats why he is enjoying his life ,making friends or even possibly dating whenever he want , whoever he wants ,whereas these girls are waiting for him to come to their life ,it's sad honestly

*thinking of starting a JK FS delulu series and the things I observed and wants to address 🤔,I got a new motivation 😅💀,it will be less exhausting then that astrology 😭😅thing I did yesterday

Also don't worry maybe in future concerts will be held in your city ☺️,dont lose hope

[byakuwan]

AU where sho-chan can REALLY fix things

idea set in the alternate future timeline right after tsuna killed byakuran.

they all thought that would be the end of him in every world. however! just because you erase something doesn't mean it was never there at all.

in a dream or something, uni told him that the sky mare ring's ability can work the same way he got his time machine to work just like the 10 yr bazooka. then she asked him to try and save byakuran in one of the endless other alternate futures. she says he wasn't evil his whole life, things just happened in all the ones closest to their own world.

what things?? uni can't tell shoichi that. the sky mare ring will always find byakuran and continue to pull him in to make him the person former past-tsuna had to kill to repair reality.

basically he has to get to their byakuran with his time machine (once he upgrades it to time+space machine) before the ring does.

wouldn't this be a needle in a haystack?

-

honestly my mental image is tragic AF.

it involves shoichi going to world after world byakuran lived in before his life went horribly wrong in one of 10000 (infinite) different ways possible before he gets inevitably taken out one way or another by... whatever uni did that erased him initially. shoichi just has to see him suffer over and over at the hands of the world he could have liked if things had played out differently.

bet he would turn out differently too. slowly realizing sho-chan is trying to save him through the appearances in many timelines he was suffering in :)

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... i bet uni actually (inadvertently) cursed him if the sky mare ring caught him and is trying to bring him back again (through struggling against said curse.) this is inhumane no matter who intends what. the trinisette doesnt care if it's busy in the post-canon reality. uni isn't even in this one anymore. sho-chan Save Him

[forever-eternal]

hello, I am writing for you again ^^ the inbox gremlin is in your inbox. I’m not sure what Adam and Robin’s office set up looks like in the government buildings so I made it up. I imagine it to be a relatively large room with either one window or none and the there’s two desks, one’s Adam’s and the other is Robin’s. I imagine their desks are right next to each other but not touching so they have space to organization and work room.

“it had been nearing the end of the day, Robin was starting to gather and organize every little paper that had been not so carefully plopped on her office room’s desk. Somebody had come in while she was out and busy with her employees and scattered papers all over her desk. She’d find out who the idiot was later, it was so rude of them to just do this, but not rude enough to ensure harsher punishment.

She looked over to the other side of the room where her husband was, he looked tired. Adam had always looked tired with the large dark circles under his eyes, but today especially did he look like he needed more than a weeks worth of sleep in one night.

Robin let out a quiet sigh and turned back to the absolute mess that had been left sitting on her desk. She couldn’t understand if it was some idiotic prank or someone sending 5 pounds of blank paper with a few having keyboard smashed on them, to the wrong person. Said paper had also been mixed in with other, much more important papers. She had a solid guess as to who did this, the man had been causing problems the past week and had gotten rather bold.

the man who’s name slipped her mind, one she wouldn’t bother to try and fetch. It had been small things, taking pens other employees had set down and he would move them, Robin didn’t care about that, until he tried it with her. He was swiftly caught, she perfectly knew what he was doing but he claimed he thought it was his.

Next, she had caught stealing papers, important papers and files that could not be mixed up, from people. She was through with him, if he shall work in a professional setting, then he shall act like a professional or he will face the consequences. He did not listen.

It was a haystack of problems he was causing.

it was sudden but Robin felt it deep in her gut. The sudden twist had pulled her from her thoughts and to the deep gut feeling that writhed like a worm trying to get to the surface. She looked at Adam, it was easy to tell he knew. He had that look on his face and they knew.

Robin was quick to set her papers down on the desk and felt the angry crackle in air of her own doing. She could feel her body dissipating from it’s current position and she briefly saw Adam repeating the process himself.

It was quick and brief, she didn’t know exactly where she was going, but she was there to help and that’s all that mattered. Robin looked around and saw her child, her sweet baby, he looked terrified.

There was blood on his legs coming from tiny holes inside him. It was quickly registered how those were gunshot wounds, she had seen too many and couldn’t bear the thought of them on her sweet baby boy. That’s *her* child, her and Adam’s little one they raised.

The hate bubbled in her gut and threatened to pour out of her form in thick goopy eyes. She turned to a man with a gun and his wide eyes and open mouth that brought out no sound gave joy to Robin.

Her humanoid skin and the disguise of normalcy ripped and tore and at the weak seams of flesh as the man raised his gun and slammed his fingers down on the trigger. He ran and and panicked and she could feel his heart ramming out of his chest as his breathing quickened.

Robin saw his face, his miserable, miserable face. It was the man, the problem causer.

she lunged at him and could see his very consciousness dissipating as she got closer. And then he was gone, nobody would ever remember him and it brought happiness to Robin, nobody even liked him anyways.

Nobody, and she means nobody, ever, gets to harm her children”

:}

Bestie—

She would fr fr

Imagine any of her kids and it fits—

[obigem]

When the fireworks came to an end, Jordie, DeShawn, Jai, and Cordie opted to take the school shuttle back to Oasis Springs while the rest of the Fletcher clan headed to the nearest Wendy's McBurger Queen for some late night eats. Naturally, Jai walked Cordie home in their stead.

For Cordie, the night coming to an end was almost a relief. She was glad to be home and away from everyone. Perhaps they could even put enough space between a lot of the awkward moments so they both could move past them. But for Jai those moments were too fresh.

And when they got to the front door the awkwardness persisted.

"I...had a really good night." Cordie said with a shy smile.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I had so much fun. I'm glad you asked me to go with you."

"Right." He sounded apprehensive, considering whether to say more.

In the end, the nagging in his heart won out. His curiosities wouldn't let him rest.

"Cordie, I....well, could it be that maybe you didn't want to go out with me after all?"

"What do you mean? I told you I had fun tonight."

"That's not what I mean." He looked anxious.

"I know you were really grateful that I helped you with your club, so if you said yes to dating me because of that, well, you don't have to. You don't have to force yourself."

"What? I'm not forcing myself. Jai, I like you. I decided my answer was yes before all of that."

"I guess I'm just confused then. In the haystack maze, you nudged away from me when I put my arm around you. And then after the ferris wheel, well...I tried to, ya know." He got embarassed.

"Oh." Of course she knew what he meant.

"Is the idea of doing that with me so horrible?"

"That's not it!"

"Then...what is it? It's OK, you can tell me. I'd just rather know if there's something about me you don't like."

"It's not you! I like you a lot, Jai. It's just, before in the maze and after the ferris wheel, it seemed like you wanted to k—kiss."

"And you don't want to kiss me?"

"It's not that I don't. It's just—" Jai could see her getting flustered so he reassured her.

"It's OK. Just tell me."

"It's like this. A few years ago, someone kissed me. It happened suddenly and I didn't get a say in it."

"It had a really negative impact on me. I don't like to talk about it, and I've tried to forget it. Most people have forgotten it, but not me. That's why I promised myself if I was in that position again, I'd want a say. I'd want the person to ask me first if it was OK."

[arthropod-concoctions]

Uprooted: chapter 3

(ch 1 - ch 2 - ch 4)

Scott woke up, and was immediately reminded by the empty space in bed next to him of what happened yesterday. His husband was gone. Or at least, the person he used to be was gone. The red-lifed that he'd become had still been sitting outside near the toolshed the last time Scott had looked out of the window. He rubbed his eyes. Sunlight poured through the cracks in the window shutter; he'd woken up far later than usual, though honestly, it's a miracle he'd fallen asleep at all. Scott opened the shutter and peeked through- no sign of Jimmy in sight. Scott went to the door and opened it slowly, then tiptoed outside. What he really wanted to do was go back to sleep and not wake up for a year, but the cows still had to get fed just like any other day.

The question in the back of Scott's mind was answered when he walked around the corner towards the cows' enclosure, as he saw Jimmy lying sprawled out on a pile of hay, face buried inside, snoring softly. Scott's heart broke once again at the sight-- if he ignored the holes in his head and the smell of smoke that still permeated him, Scott could almost imagine that things were normal, that Jimmy was just feeling sick.

It wasn't fair. Being a widower would be hard enough anyways, and it would be so much harder if the ghost of his husband kept haunting his periphery.

A loud moo from the side startled Scott out of his thoughts; the cows were getting impatient. Scott shook his head and went to get some hay-- being very careful to not touch Jimmy, who was still sleeping-- then went into the pasture.

The cows crowded around him, all wanting to snatch their share of the hay. Many of them let out almost offended-sounding moos.

“Calm down, you drama queens. You're not going to starve,” Scott muttered to them. Obviously the cows had plenty of grass to enjoy, but they'd gotten used to the extra batch of hay that Scott and Jimmy would feed them daily, and got very grumpy without it. Scott almost chuckled at the sight, but it came out more like a quick exhale from his nose.

After taking care of the cows, Scott left the enclosure again, taking another glance at Jimmy sleeping on the pile of hay-

He wasn't sleeping anymore. His position had shifted slightly, and he was no longer snoring. Jimmy had woken up, and was now just pretending to sleep. Scott felt his heartbeat quickening. Would Jimmy pounce at him if he walked past?

He didn't want to risk it. So instead he called out: “I can tell you're awake, Jimmy.”

Jimmy groaned, and rolled over in the hay, then opened his eyes to look at Scott. “G'morning,” he said.

“Good afternoon.”

“Didya sleep well?”

“Not really.”

“Neither did I.” Jimmy rolled over again, then sat up, as far as that was possible. He rubbed his eyes and yawned. Scott felt a little guilty about locking him out; that haystack was probably a lot less comfortable than their bed. He immediately cursed himself for the thought. Who was he kidding? Letting a Red into his house at night would be practically suicide.

Scott dashed over the yard quickly, putting a bit of distance between himself and Jimmy, but the latter made no move towards him. Instead he called out:

“I'm not going to kill you, Scott.”

Scott stopped, but didn't turn around. “Why are you still here, then?” he responded.

“Well where else am I supposed to go? If I go back to the village, everyone'll freak out. And if I go somewhere where people don't know me, they'll just assume I'm some feral Red and get rid of me!”

Now Scott did turn around, and said: “But you are a Red! Isn't a fight what you want? Just sticking around here and fighting the urge to attack me the whole time isn't going to help either of us!”

“But I don't have the urge to attack you, Scott! I don't want to attack anyone, I promise!” Jimmy sounded desperate. “I just want things to go back to normal.”

“So do I,” Scott whispered. Then he went back inside the house.

Scott closed the door behind him, and noticed the pot that he was making dye in yesterday. The concoction had boiled for too long, it'd probably be unrecoverable by now; but Scott didn't bother throwing it out. Dye-making was about the furthest thing from his mind right now. He sat down in his usual chair at the table for two.

Jimmy's behavior didn't make any sense. Scott had heard stories of how the red-lifed acted; their character stayed the same, but an uncontrollable bloodthirst overcame them, and they stopped caring about anything except violence. Yet Jimmy hadn't tried to attack anything since he'd come to the doorstep yesterday. Scott had also heard that there were instances of Reds retaining some sort of affection or loyalty for former loved ones; but that usually came in the form of giving them a wide berth as they sated their desires elsewhere. Not staying around the house like Jimmy was doing; and Scott knew him well enough to know he didn't have the patience to pull off a long con, no matter what color his eyes had turned.

Could he be telling the truth? Could it be that Jimmy genuinely didn't feel the red-lifed bloodlust? Scott wasn't sure he could believe that, against all the experiences he'd heard all his life, including from Jimmy himself-- but by the Universe, he wanted it to be true. He wanted nothing more than for Jimmy to be his usual self, after all.

He heard the door opening behind him.

Scott turned around. He must've forgotten to close the lock on the door; Jimmy was standing in the doorway, looking at Scott, the red glow in his eyes more visible now that they were out of the sunlight. And he was holding a scythe in his hand.

Welp, nevermind, Scott thought, I guess this is it for me. But while he debated whether he should run to the kitchen and grab a knife, Jimmy spoke up:

“I harvested the wheat, Scott. I've put it in the silo.” Then he closed the door again.

Scott hadn't moved from his chair. He exhaled slowly. He'd hardly even panicked at the sight of a red-lifed Jimmy with a weapon; he just felt tired. Something has to change here, he thought as a tear rolled down his cheek.

Scott's stomach rumbled, and he suddenly remembered he hadn't eaten anything all day. He stood up and went to the kitchen to grab some bread. What had Jimmy been eating this whole time? He wondered. Do reds even need to eat?

After finishing the bread, he tried to go back to making dye, but he ended up spending the rest of the afternoon just fidgeting with a poppy. Those were always Jimmy's favorite flowers. They would match beautifully with his eyes now.

The sun set without Scott noticing. When he noticed it had turned dark, he walked towards the door. He'd intended to lock it and go to bed. But the thought of laying down in the bed all alone, while Jimmy slept outside on a haystack, made him feel an indescribable emotion. So instead he opened the door and stepped outside, poppy still in hand.

He walked the same route he had done this morning, and saw Jimmy laying down in the haystack again; but he wasn't sleeping yet, and he looked up at Scott as he approached him. Slowly, he slid back down to the ground.

“...Scott?” Jimmy spoke softly. The red sheen of his eyes glittered on his face; he'd been crying.

Scott began tearing up as well at the sight, and he sped up his walk until he reached Jimmy, then he pulled him into an embrace. Jimmy gasped, and didn't hug back; he froze.

“Jimmy,” Scott muttered, “Can you do me one favor?”

“O- of course,” Jimmy whispered back. “Anything.”

“If you're going to kill me- if you were ever going to kill me- could you just get it over with now?”

For a moment, they were both still; then, Scott felt Jimmy's arms wrap around his sides. His skin felt rough, but his movements were gentle; more gentle than he'd ever seen Jimmy before.

“I won't hurt you. I'll never hurt you. I promise you.”

And Scott let out a sob, and they held each other in the darkness of the night, while the difference between green and red was invisible.

[thisworldisablackhole]

The Requiem A Cure To Poison The World

🌕🌕🌕🌗🌑

More than just a nostalgia act?

The Requiem, formerly known as L'exquisite Douler (a name which has since been relegated to a 53 second piano interlude), broke onto the scene in 2020 with a simple mission statement; make rock music sloppy again. Feeling disenchanted by the current state of highly processed and autotuned alternative music, this young trio yearned for the early-to-mid aughts when young emotional rock bands gained notoriety by letting their voices crack over the jagged edge of minor scales and double stacks - the way god intended.

Debut album A Cure To Poison The World brings that mission statement to life with a short and sweet love letter to the MySpace era of post-hardcore and emo bands. Damien Douleur is an absolute powerhouse of a frontperson and quickly steals the show by transporting the listener back in time with an immediately familiar sense of desperation and dramatic flair. First track "This Is How The World Ends" is the perfect introduction to the band, swinging out the gates at full speed with a drum roll straight into dark sustained power chords and a grim, violent look into how this world is going to end (spoiler alert: with a moment of silence, death staring into you). It quickly showcases what the band has to offer, and is very polite in the fact that it doesn't waste the listeners time. You'll know in the first 15 seconds if this band is for you or not.

The run of songs from the intro to about the mid way point of the album doesn't miss a beat, and I really appreciate the bands effort to switch things up with the subtlety required when pulling influences from a relatively small pool. Even when the song structures begin to feel repetitive or trite, the hooks are passionate and catchy enough to pull you back in. Third track "Less Than Zero" in particular sticks out to me as a refreshing diversion from smudged eyeliner worship to a more melodic punk offering full of chanted backing vocals, "whoah whoah's" and riffs that would sound right at home on Rise Against's The Sufferer and the Witness. Meanwhile, sixth track "Cursed" brings the tempo way down for one of the best slow dance rock ballads I've heard since MCR's "The Ghost of You". This song builds up into an epic swan dive moment as Damien sings, "as the years go by, I hope that there's a smile on my face when I die" before crash landing back into the chorus like Altaïr into a haystack. It's a simple, yet universal sentiment that is nothing short of beautiful in it's expression.

Where this album loses steam and begins to show it's cracks for me is with seventh song "Two Lovers Left Alive". This song strips away the drums, bass and electric guitar and leaves Damien alone with an acoustic guitar, wisped along by the soft winds of a synthesizer as he sings about (if my hypothesis is correct) some kind of immortal vampire searching for a long lost lover, separated by an infinite amount of space and time? The story is cute, but being unshrouded by loudness, this song just illuminates the reliance on cliché emo tropes that are spattered all over this album like defiant scrawls on the inside of your high school locker; coffins, corpses, and chemicals galore. The lyrics on the album are mostly fine - covering themes of suicidal ideation, apocalyptic doom and the macabre - but the hints of emo vampire romanticism come off as a little too campy for me.

Thankfully the energy picks back up with the next three tracks before closing out with another crooner which gracefully avoids the same pitfalls of "Two Lovers Left Alive" by beefing up the arrangement of instruments to provide a more apt backdrop for Damien's voice. "Before I Go…" also features a few creative spins like a Spanish influenced acoustic bridge, a triumphant electric solo, and a short spoken word poem which culminates in a satisfying bookend to the journey. As good as the closer is, the pinnacle of this last chunk of songs is definitely "Diary Of A Masochist". This was my favourite of the singles released in 2023 and remains one of the strongest and most engaging tracks on the record. A majority of this album, whilst enjoyable, doesn't deviate far from the formula displayed in the first few minutes, but "Diary Of A Masochist" pulls out all the little hooks and daggers to crank that formula to it's most potent form, creating a song riddled with dynamic twists and one of the most intense vocal performances to back it all up. The attention to detail here is just on another level, and it makes me wish that same labour of love was applied more liberally throughout the 36 minutes runtime.

So, now we return to the original question. Is The Requiem more than just a nostalgia act, doomed to eat their own tail? The short answer is… it's too soon to tell. No, they aren't doing anything new, but it's done with such a high standard of quality and reverence for their predecessors that it doesn't even matter. They aren't beating a dead horse; they are resuscitating that motherfucker with 10,000 volts of electricity, and to speculate any further would just soak the fun out of listening. Whether or not the formula will hold up on subsequent releases is another question, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there (and I hope we do). In the meantime, I'm just gonna enjoy the gift that is A Cure To Poison The World; an imperfect, yet highly enjoyable chunk of third wave emo worhsip that resonates just loud enough to pump some fresh blood into your tired heart.

[bookgirlfan]

✨ao3 wrapped 2023✨

I was tagged by @lilolilyr and I love this idea!

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Bookmarks: 163

Subscriptions: 31

Most popular by kudos: The Long Path to Truth, which is really impressive, considering I only posted it at the end of November! It's an A:TLA fic on the eternal theme of the Gang finding out how Zuko got his scar, and somehow got 326 kudos in a little over a month.

Most hits: The Long Path to Truth, again, with 2,919 hits.

Longest: On Love You Can Depend, a fic for Wind in the Willows the musical, at 4,435 words.

Shortest: The Babysitter of the Bones, at 189 words, because my best friend got me into Bones this year.

Most Comments: Idle Lips Are The Devil's Mouthpiece, a Good Omens fic with the locals gossiping to Nina about Crowley and Aziraphale, got 11 comments!

Fics that made me cry/Fics that made me smile: I hate to say it, but I honestly don't know. I read approximately 2196 new fics this year, as well as rereading probably twice as many old ones, so as much as I would love to rec some amazing authors, because there are so many, I've read too much to keep track!

gifts: This year I received three gifts!

a podfic of my fic Birds, Beasts, and Haystacks, by the fantastic @blackestglass

A Devotion to Duty, a Star Trek: Deep Space Nine fic by BardicRaven for the Hurt/Comfort Exchange

Famous Five (or half of it) buying ice cream by Claire_cz for Yuletide

I also gave gifts for Hurt/Comfort Exchange and Yuletide

company | ˈkʌm.pə.ni, a Ouran High School Host Club gift for palebluestrings

Crash of Priorities, a Darkwing Duck gift for BleepBloopBotz

collaborations:

Only one collab fic this year, for pod_together 2023! I collaborated with the fantastic lilolilyrae to create Where No Flan Has Gone Before, a Star Trek fic! It's a series of Yelp reviews about the bakery, Where No Flan Has Gone before, and I'm very proud of it!

events: None, other than the above mentioned!

Tagging @zahnie, @violetemerald, and anyone who sees this and wants to do it!

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[muhammadgiovanni]

I just traveled round trip across the country to see Joni Mitchell in concert. Stopping at National Parks on the way there and back home. The furthest west I went was to Cannon Beach in Oregon. Saw the Haystack Rock and the Pacific Ocean for the first time, first time seeing out west too. I went to the Badlands, Yellowstone, Mount Rainier, Cannon Beach, Grand Teton, Yellowstone (again), Theodore Roosevelt, and then the Indiana Dunes Nat. Park (which was the worst, there was a huge gas plant right next door and smog and pollution filled the air).

First time experiencing such large, expansive landscapes—I mean I've seen wide open spaces before, just nothing like what I saw near Yellowstone and Mt. Rainier. On my way from South Dakota to Montana, I took Route 212, which eventually leads to the Cheyenne Reservation, but that road was barren. Hardly any population, no exits, etc. just a two-way highway with big rigs flashing passed you. If you want to pass the person in front of you, you'd better calculate it right. Apparently it's one of the most dangerous highways in America. I rode that for hours, driving across flat, spacious lands and up through the Custer Gallatin National Forest.

I got off 212 before Billings, MT and that's where I first came across the Yellowstone River. That night I stayed in Bozeman, MT and in the morning spontaneously decided to go to Yellowstone. From there the adventure really began. White capped Mountains came into view for the first time, nearing Bozeman. I was so emotional driving to the West entrance of Yellowstone. It was early morning and the moon was setting over this snow covered mountain range, and the sun rising over it all. You wind down this long road, along rivers and through valleys—in the thick of nature (Route 191 from Big Sky, MT to the West entrance of Yellowstone) After Yellowstone I headed for northern Idaho, then finally Quincy/George, WA area where I stayed for a few days before seeing Joni in concert.

Joni was incredible. I was expecting my mind to implode but when I saw her but I was just like, yup there's Joni Mitchell. It was natural. She was so sweet and jovial and it was just the icing on top of this unbelievable journey, that was only just beginning. Following the concert I traveled to Mount Rainier. Going through Yakima county which was desert like, until you start nearing the park area. Just near the end of Yakima county you can see the rivers are turquoise. Then the farther you get into the mountains, the lakes are bright blue, glacial blue. Mount Rainier hangs in front of you, following it deeper into the mountains. Eventually I arrived in Packwood, WA and took a back road "Skate Creek Road S" to the Nisqually entrance. That went through deep woods, following a river until you hit a stretch of road with huge trees towering over you. By the time I reached the park the morning mist had fully moved in, blanketing Mt. Rainier.

From there I went to Cannon Beach in Oregon to see the Haystack rock. That was beautiful and magical. Then crossed Oregon, then Idaho where I reached Ammon, ID. I was going to have an early end to travel day, so I decided to go see "Across the Spider-Verse" but when I reached the area a storm moved in and torrential rain poured down. Ponding started happening, then all of the traffic seized and the side road I was suppose to go down was closed. I eventually made it to the theater, but you could here the pound of the storm from within. I was full of anxiety until the movie ended and I came out to sunshine and relief. A lot more happened but i'll leave this here. I had fun. ☺︎