#fangirl is a gender neutral term okay

[halfagony-halfhope]

i love fangirls y’all. the fact that they can make 3 hours of content discussing a 2 minute trailer is beautiful to me.

[fictionfixations]

guys i am not going to shut up about simeon im going to be talking about him everytime something happens hes so fucking pretty and aAAAAAaaaa

jFEISOJFDIOFJEf

WhyS HES sO FuckING HOT dwhaUIDHAWD ccan you stare at me more like that 😭😭whys his eyes so fucking pretty im fuieashduahdwj

SQUEEE

you sure this mans an angel? cause he makes me wanna sell my soul 💀 okay im cringing now buth duiwaHDUSIDHj

idk if its cause its 1 am but i dont usually fan..girl? (tbh i use fangirl in a gender neutral way cause thats just how the term was introduced to me so using like fanboy or fanperson doesnt give off the same.. vibe??) this much?

like okay im straight up thirsting

idk bout you but this usually doesnt happen

yeah no maybe its cause my eyes are starting to hate me

(or maybe because obey me has started loading REALLY slowly so it feels like a blessing to even see shit 😭😭😭 at least its actually loading and not stuck on a screen like it was before it got updated cause i genuinely couldnt do shit before outside of logging in and 🙏🙏 PLEASE DONT BREAK SHOWING CARDS IM BEGGING)

idk what to say now um

uh

idk

i got into just waiting for it to load by doing other stuff so im just waiting and then i just hear 'okaeri' which just hit different 😭😭

[tenpintsofsundrop]

Okay, it's like and I should probably go to sleep, but I can't help thinking about this:

Because of the shift of fandom from being about friends and finding your people to being about politics and rapidly consuming content, I have found myself so lonely in fandom spaces.

Obviously this is about fandom as a whole, and I am not including my beloved moots when I say this.

The landscape of fandom has changed so much lately.

And idk if it is fandom as a whole, or just fandom(s) that I have been in recently. But it is starting to feel less and less like fandom spaces are curated around finding friends to bond with and have fun fangirling (which is a gender neutral term imo) together, and it is focused way more on content. Rapidly consuming content.

I come from the days of 240p gifs and crack fics just for fun, when cringe culture was alive and well. So this is all so strange to me.

Especially with the rise of ChatGPT fanfiction and Character AI, and people coming onto tumblr who have completely blank blogs that are indestuinishable from a bot. And even if you change your icon and add a little bio so that people don't think you're a bot, people who just lurk and click likes on fanfiction are not participating in fandom spaces.

Active participation in fandom spaces is important for the enrichment of fanart (both written and visual, and gifs). So many fics I have written have been inspired by random conversations I have had with friends about the canon content. If I didn't have those fandom friends, then those fics would not exist.

And not just "interaction" on fics - I just wish that more people would come into my inbox and talk to me about characters, wanting to have fandom discussions. Rather than just waiting for me to have a cancellable opinion and using the anon option to send anon hate.

I don't give a fuck about the likes/reblogs ratio (genuinely) - but it makes fandom feel so much more lonely than it used to be.

It feels more and more like people think of me - a hardworking, passionate fandom nerd - as a fanfiction robot who can just pump out content for them to enjoy like a streaming service does. I'm a person. And it does make me feel used when people just click like on a fic instead of giving any kind of feedback.

Now more than ever, fandom feels lonely and I fucking hate it.

I have said this before, but it used to be that half the reblogs on my fics were me and my mutuals memeing around and having unrelated discussions based on one comment on a fic. And yes, it falsely "inflated" the stats, making the number of notes inaccurate to how many people actually read the fic - but I was never lonely. I always looked forward to posting a fic because I looked forward to sharing it with my friends.

I probably sound like a fandom boomer. But like - what happened, man?

[zmgirlfriend]

Zombieman Headcanons...

... That no one wants/asked for. But I’mma drop them anyway because Zombieman material is sorely lacking at the moment :’( Seriously, I’d love to read other people’s headcanons of him, even if you/they think they’re silly and no one wants them. I looooove seeing other people’s interpretations of him~!

A mixture of SFW and non-SFW headcanons under the cut. These are generally gender-neutral. It’s probably better if MDNI.

SFW (General):

~ZM is almost useless when it comes to advanced technology—not related to guns, at least. That being said, he’s pretty handy around the home; he can fix broken walls and patch up ceilings; fix outlets and replace fixtures; could even do basic car repairs if he/you had one.

~Is actually a pretty okay cook. Used to be terrible at it, but got better as he got more and more acquainted with bachelor-life.

~Speaking of which, he’s single. His rank in the HA is mostly due in part to just how much work he gets done. His deal isn’t so much that he’s addicted to work, as much as it is that he cares greatly about protecting people. And as such, he doesn’t have much time to date.

~Building on that, he has gone out on dates before, but he’s found that most of his date-buddies are usually only into him because he’s famous, or that he simply doesn’t have enough in common with them.

~It’s also implied in the manga by Genus that he probably wasn’t a great person before his experiments/before he became a hero. The data book says he doesn’t like talking about his past, either. That being as it is, I imagine he also has fears about people not accepting his past if they ever find out about it, so he also finds trouble in dating because he has difficulty in opening up to/being vulnerable with people

~In fact, part of the reason why he has such a soft spot for kids is that he envies their options (still not at a place where they can go down the wrong path like he did) and their innocence toward how rough the world can be. He wants to protect that.

~Kinda basic, but he’s really into the detective/noir scene: movies, books, aesthetic, etc. He’s not necessarily a bookworm, but he does have a fair collection of detective novels.

~This loser likes elevator music and no one will convince me otherwise—just really into the oldies and has it playing in the background while he fiddles with/repairs/prepares his guns and other weaponry

~Probably one of—if not the most—down-to-earth guys of the S-Class; really doesn’t let the fame get to his head. He tries to avoid fanclubs/fanboys/fangirls when he can, but does have a soft spot for the children that look up to him.

Relationships:

~He’s not at home as much as both of you would like, so if you want to be his partner in life, you have to either be prepared to spend a good amount of time alone, or be a hero who’s talented enough to be able to keep up with him

~That being said, he’s still a great boyfriend that makes up his lack of personal time with you by making sure the time you do spend together is filled with lots of love

~Zombieman wouldn’t just take a lover lightly; if he’s with you, it means that he trusts you a great deal, and you probably know all of the sordid details of his past and experimentation

~He’d be very understanding of a partner that has a dark past if they truly show that they’re reformed

~He’s sterile. This gives him mixed feelings on the very rare occasions that he even thinks about it. If he weren’t a hero and didn’t feel so much responsibility to protect others, he would definitely like being a dad. That being as it is, he is a busy man, and fears that he wouldn’t be as good a father as he would want to be.

~If the world were to ever calm down, and he therefore had more time for his personal life, he would be up for adopting a child with his long-term partner if they so desired.

~Isn’t a huge fan of PDA. He doesn’t want his fans to cause trouble for his partner for one, and the other part of it is that he would much prefer to keep his affections private, because he can get heated rather easily.

~Building on that, he’s can be quite touchy-feely when you two are in private: hands around your waist; resting his chin on your head if you’re shorter than him, or, jokingly using your shoulder as an awkward arm rest if you’re taller than him, just for the laughs; lots and lots of head pats and ruffles—really likes playing with your hair when your head is on his lap. Just a fan of cuddling on the couch in general.

~He’d likely be a little hesitant with you at first if you aren’t a fan of children. If you outright hate them, I have a hard time seeing that he’d be able to relate with you. You have to definitely be able to get along with Child Emperor at the absolute least.

~Building on that, if you love kids, then he warms up to you a bit quicker.

~Is open to marriage but doesn’t consider it a great priority for building a family with you. If you want to get married and the time is right, he’ll be right on that. If you don’t need to get married to prove your love, he’s right there with you.

~Isn’t really the jealous type, but he could be depending on the person and just how close you are to them. He trusts you fully, and can even find humor in others flirting with you, just because he knows that you’re his and he’s yours.

~But if it’s someone from the S-class that shows interest in you, he does become just the tiniest bit territorial. He wouldn’t do anything brash to claim you as his in front of the competition, but at the very least he’ll step to your side to remind the other person that he is—in fact—present, and very much still your boyfriend.  

~If you want him to quit smoking, he’ll definitely try his best to do so; even if he finds that he can’t do it that easily, he’ll at the very least make a point of not smoking around you.

~If you’re a smoker, but don’t have regeneration abilities, he can be a bit hypocritical of you smoking. He cares about your health and wants to keep you around for as long as he can, so he’ll definitely want you to quit, or at the very least cut back—for his sake.

~What he looks for in a partner first and foremost is kindness, sympathy, and the ability to feel empathy. Patience is also a definite virtue.

~Likes being both the big and small spoon, so he leaves it up to which one you want to go for.

Miscellaneous (SFW and Non-SFW):    

~No strong opinions on his sexuality. Might have a preference for women, but hey, maybe not. I could also see him as being demisexual, but still with a general preference for female-presenting people.

~During spicy times he likes to take the lead and be on top; but especially likes positions were he can see his partner’s face.

~Likes every part of his partner’s body, but is especially an ass guy. Expect random spanks around the house if you’re okay with that. He’s really respectful of your boundaries, so if you’re not, don’t worry.

~ Is strictly monogamous—does not want to share at any capacity.

~Call it what you will—self wish-fulfillment if you want— but I do genuinely think he’s not too much into casual dalliances. He’s no virgin by any means, but he prefers to keep his sexual activities to people he cares about. He might have been fairly active in his younger years, but as an adult, he is far more in control of his base desires and his priorities have shifted.

~Gets in to drunken shenanigans that make you wonder if he’s even the same person.

~Platonically, he opens up a bit more and is prone to doing goofy things he would never do when sober. Is also a lot more clumsier and brash, but otherwise harmless. Just a happy drunk in general, but that can quickly fade into being a sleepy drunk if he doesn’t watch his intake.

~Romantically, he becomes a lot more forward with you and will be more open to PDA. But also definitely the type to spurn your kindness/(pre-consented) advances and say something like, “Dun’ touch me! I-I’ve got a boyfriend/girlfriend/partner already an’ they’re way b-better than you!” And it’s half-sweet—half-offensive, and you’re not really sure how to take it. Only when he’s nearing on black-out drunk, though.

~When he is home with you he has a pretty healthy sex-drive. The deed can occur from anywhere between three to seven times a week if he has the time. If not, he does prefer to have sex/love-making at least once a week for bonding purposes. Is totally understanding if you don’t want/can’t do the deed for whatever reasons.

~Will definitely have an after-sex smoke break, usually after ten to fifteen minutes of pillow talk and making sure you’re okay with it.

~Is a healthy medium in “size,” probably more girthy than long. He’s not small by any means, but he’s not blow-your-mind big, either. He’s actually pretty satisfied with his size and wouldn’t change it if given the chance.

~Speaking of which, ZM is not vain by any means, but he is pretty pleased with his body in general. The man is fully aware that he has cake, and that’s the way he likes it.

~He differentiates between love-making and sex. Prefers the former, but is always up for the latter if you are.

[angel-armed]

I wasn't really going to post on this because I feel like every time I try to speak up it just ends in in-fighting, but then I thought about how much this sentiment makes ME feel othered in my own spaces so. I know I'm not the only one.

There's a post going around with thousands of notes talking about how top/bottom dynamics are not personality traits, and the tone implies that only like... clueless fandom/online people think that.

And I'm just blown away because it makes me think: Have y'all ever installed grindr on your phone or gone to an irl gay meet up? Do you spend time with meatspace gays??

The idea that top/bottom is a personality trait is yes, an overstating of something but what it comes down to is that historically people have used their presentation to communicate things to other gay people without words. Why is that? Because the more we would talk about these things, the more likely someone would snitch, we'd get snatched up or reported to police or what have you.

And who gets hurt by the "BUT THESE ARE STEREOTYPES" the most? Same people as always. The femmes. Suddenly, what has been our signal to other gays, NOT TO PEOPLE OUTSIDE of the community necessarily fuck them-- is considered a bad stereotype assigned to like, fangirls writing fanfic badly, haha, look at those poor sad misinformed girls. Shut up lmao

The fact of the matter is, that top/bottom/vers -- whatever term you identify with, is often exactly that. A personal identifier that you want other people IN YOUR COMMUNITY to be able to pick up on. This is why we have shit like the hanky code. I'm not sitting here telling you that every man who likes to perform drag or is just gender-non-conforming is a bottom. But many, and I mean MANY do use that as a way to signal it. For every 'bad stereotype' you point at, there are a thousand gay men who are just like that stereotype. No matter how much you personally do not like it. Get your no fats no femmes shit out of my face lol.

Every time you try to 'educate' people as if the norm in the IRL meatspace gay community is supposedly 'vers' as some neutral default, you open the door for more intense policing of gender non conforming men even if that is not your intention. This issue is not something that you can paint with a wide brush. Your personal experience is NOT my personal experience. Maybe you happen to have come up in a gay community where vers was a neutral default. However that is not even close to the common experience out there in the world for gay folk.

I need to go on to say that even in gay communities where this is the norm, we deal with grindr profiles that regularly include "No femmes, no fats, no Asians" etc. and-- maybe you're saying "this is proof my neutral defalt vers thing is better/right" well. Okay maybe yeah on paper! But that doesn't change that gays who are not terminally online are not. some neutral state of vers by default.

Tl;dr: hard immutable top/bottom preferences that inform a person's gender presentation, manner of speech, mode of dress etc. Are. Very common. In fact, in my lived experience in gay bars and gay spaces IRL away from the internet, I'd say they're the norm. Calling femme gay men who speak with a lisp bad stereotypes harms all gay men.

Stop saying I'm a 'bad stereotype' because someone shipped your preferred pairing in a way that wasn't ~~subversive~~ enough for you. You preferring the tall masculine dude in lingerie getting topped by the twink is not progressive. It's your preference. You liking it doesn't make it somehow better. Y'all need the word heteronormative taken away from you too. A gay couple cannot be heteronormative. That's not what the word was coined for. Stop acting like your preference is somehow morally prescriptive and stop acting like that's some kind of activism. End of.

[stardustdiaries]

Clone Fic Recs

Just because the Clones deserve the world and these pieces are amazing🤚🏼🤍

(@dindja come get your men👀)

CAPTAIN REX

Rest by @triptuckers

Summary:  touching prompt 22: falling asleep on the other’s shoulder

Warnings: none

2. Butterfly Kisses by @damerondala

Warnings: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF!!! there is literally nothing saucy about this at all. no y/n used and gender neutral reader! :D 

3. As long as I live by @ratwrites

Summary: Rex's Jedi General is severely injured during battle and he refuses to leave her side

Warnings: Major injury, angst, lots of fighting, lil bit of fluff

4. Clone Wars- Captain Rex x Reader: Meeting at the Gym by @rainydaydream-gal18

5. Battle Scars by @wecallhimbrowneyess

Summary: Everything has been tense after the events of Umbara. Rex does everything to return to normal, despite the weight he carries on his shoulders of his lost brothers. Not being able to sleep, Rex goes to the training room where he finds you and the new scars on your back.

6. December Prompts- Day 24: Rex x reader by @starwarschicken

Warnings: None

7. FRIENDLY FIRE ──── i. and ii. by @vizslasaber

PART ONE-

summary: after landing on the umbaran surface, you butt heads with your fellow general—but get along swimmingly with the captain.

warnings: combat/action, mentions of injury + death, krell being a bitch, and gender neutral use of the term “sir.” 

PART TWO-

summary: the mission continues, and with it, your growing suspicion of krell’s methods. the ever-calming presence of the captain, however, might pose as an unwelcome distraction.

warnings: combat/action, mentions of injury + death, krell being a bitch as usual, gender neutral use of the term “sir,” gratuitous use of mando’a, and one shakespeare reference because i couldn’t help myself.

8. overworked by @wxnderlustfandoms

pairing: 501st x jedi!reader (platonic), captain rex x jedi! reader (romantic)

description: After injuring yourself in battle, you’re not allowed to go back on the field until you’re completely better. However, you still have a lot of things that need done around the ship to help the clones out and fulfill your duties. The 501st are concerned that you’re pushing yourself past your limits, especially a certain clone that feels a certain way about you.

warnings: angst-ish, mention of blood

9. Untitled by @kill-the-feels

Prompts: 13. “How long ago did this happen?” 30. “No, you’re not fine. You need help.”

Warnings: mentions of injuries and blood

10. Keep Your Captains Close by @the-lady-of-stars

Prompts: “Have you ever kissed someone before?”     *Touch-starved*    “I had a nightmare about you and wanted to make sure you were okay”

11. Night Out by @clone-rambles

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, cat calling, and a big ol punch

12. Tonight by @din-damn-djarin

Summary- At the end of a long, busy day all you want is to relax. Of course, your plans are put on hold when Echo barges in with an injured Rex in tow.

Warnings- Injuries including a blaster shot wound, hurt/comfort, Medic!reader, pining

13. The Prank by @din-damn-djarin

Summary- Rex has no idea how you manage to talk him into these things, they never end well, yet he always ends up going along with it anyway.

Warnings- None that I’m aware of, it’s fluffy and a little bit silly!

COMMANDER CODY

Untitled (Mechanic!Reader) by @ahsokasleftbicep

Warnings: none

2. Untitled by @starwarschicken

Prompt 53: “I have a hole…in my side.” - “I’m sorry, what?” - “I was shot.”

Warnings: Reader in so much pain that they are laughing (is that a thing? Well too bad, I just made it a thing) Angst Angst Angst Angst !!! Character Death! Injuries (not too graphic I think)

3. Injury by @minchai

Warnings - descriptions of a battle, reader is wounded but the description isn't graphic, suM ANGST

ARC TROOPER FIVES

1. Reckless by @din-damn-djarin

Summary- Fives’ visits are always welcomed, you just wish he’d stop being so stubborn whenever he turns up with a new injury.

Warnings- Hurt/comfort, minor injury, Fives is a stubborn little shit.

COMMANDER WOLFFE

1. Untilted by @ahsokasleftbicep

2. Untitled by @ahsokasleftbicep

Prompt: “Well? Yell, scream, say something. Anything!”

3. An Eye for an Eye by @vizslasaber

summary: you wonder, on the bad days, if the war will cause too much hurt for you to heal. commander wolffe proves you wrong.

warnings: graphic descriptions (don’t read this if you’re squeamish), fluff.

4. Fake Boyfriend by @the-and-sign-anon

MEDIC KIX

Untilted by @echos-newlegs

Prompt: Kix x Reader: "you can't just bottle everything up forever, talk to me.." and "I had another nightmare... this time you were there.."

Warnings: none, it does get angst though. Kix basically 0aving a panic attack over his dream is all.

2. Stitched Together by @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life

Prompts: “Can you shut up for once in your life?” and “I think I’m in love with you.”

Warnings: Blood. Mentions of injury and the treatment of that injury. Mentions of death.

3. Kix providing medical comfort (gn!jedi!reader) by @koskareevesismyqueen

Warning: Discussion of medical based topics including needles and dislocation.

[dreamescapeswriting]

The Dreamwalker ~ JHS [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 1.8K

↬↬↬Genre: Fluffy, fantasy

↬↬↬Pairing: Hoseok x Gender Neutral Reader

↬↬↬A/N: I hope this is okay for you! I’m really liking fantasy at the moment so I might try and improve in my spare time!

The fan signing was going great the boys were all signing albums and getting to connect with ARMY for the first time in months, Hoseok had missed doing this. He loved the way everyone would talk to him and he would get to connect with people he never normally would have, 

"Have a nice day, it was lovely meeting you." He cooed to another crying fangirl as she let go of his hand, he wished there could have been more time with each of the fans but if they did any more they'd be there all night.

"We're on the final fans guys," Their manager said as he stood behind Hoseok and Taehyung, Hobi picked up his bottle of water from under the table to have a drink but as he looked back up there you were. You were dressed in a pair of black jeans with a blue dress shirt on only the dress shirt was tied to make it look less fancy. 

"Hobi?" Taehyung question running his hand in front of Hoseok's face but it was no use, Hoseok was too busy staring at you and wondering how it was possible. How was it possible that you were right there when you'd been in his dreams every night for years without fail, the way you held yourself was the same. The way you threw your head back and laughed at something Jin was saying to you was the same way you would laugh in his dreams it was almost as if someone had picked you out of his brain and placed you into his reality. 

"S-Sorry," He stuttered out looking to the boy in front of him as he signed his album and tried to make some conversation with him but his mind was drawn back to you. 

"Hobi! Come on it'll be fun!" You called out, stripping down from your clothes as you ran along the sand with Hoseok close behind you, he laughed as you freely rushed into the water diving in when it got deep enough and smiling as you came back up to the surface for some air. Hoseok watched in awe as you swam around in the ocean on your back, he could have sworn this was real for a moment but he knew it was a dream since you were the one with him, that and all the other people you seemed to encounter in his dream didn't have faces. 

"It's perfect in here Hoseok I promise." You cooed to him and he smiled taking off his jeans and shirt before swimming out and over to you in the water, you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. 

"You know I love it when we can be together like this." You said to him as he pressed his forehead against yours, he smiled at you leaving a small kiss on your lips as he wrapped your legs around his waist. 

"In our dreams, we can be together," He laughed softly as you said that to him it was true though. He'd never seen you before and yet whenever you were in his dreams it was as if he'd known you his whole life...Well, he kind of had. You were always in his dreams, every night without fail and if he ever had a nightmare you were there to comfort him through it and help him calm down. Reminding him that anything scary that was happening wasn't real, that you were the one thing he could count on to help him through his rough dreams.

"You're daydreaming again," Taehyung mumbled nudging Hoseok in the side with his elbow as he came back to reality, you couldn't have been real. You were only supposed to exist in his head, weren't you? Of course, he'd heard rumours of dreamwalker's before but he never for a second thought they would be real, that you could ever be real. The way you were as a person was far too perfect for you to ever be considered real.

"What is it, you've been staring at them for so long now," Taehyung whispered while he waited for the next fan to come to them, 

"T-They're always in my dreams, every night since I can remember." Taehyung frowned looking at you and then to Hoseok. 

"A dreamwalker?" Jimin turned to look at Taehyung and Hoseok upon hearing the term they'd all be fascinated with things like that Jimin and Taehyung would regularly lookup new articles about people that were dreamwalkers,

"If they are though, they won't be able to remember anything Hoseok-" Jimin stopped talking when you stood in front of Hoseok and smiled at him but it wasn't the smile that he saw in his dreams whenever you were together. This one was a nervous smile like you didn't know who he was personally so you were doing your best to remain calm in front of him. Then he remembered what Jimin had just said, dreamwalker's don't tend to remember anything they've done in their dreams so you had no idea who he was.

"Y/n..." You frowned as he said your name to you but then you remembered they probably had their managers inform them on everyone's name,

"Hi, Hoseok it's nice to meet you." You held out your album for him to take and his fingertips brushed along your skin and it sent images flashing through your head. You scrunched your eyes closed trying to ignore them but it was like a movie was running through your head, images of you and Hoseok together on a beach, in a park and even somewhere you were just in a white empty space together. Kissing, laughing, hugging and acting like a couple you stepped away from the table as you looked at him, 

"You remember me-" He couldn't finish talking to you you rushed away from the table leaving everything behind, you had to get out of there. You had no idea what it was but all of these memories you'd never had before were running through your head as you tried to push them away it was starting to make your head throb the more you thought about it. Hoseok picked up your bag from the floor and slid it under his feet before any of the fans or managers could see what he was doing but Taehyung saw and he frowned. 

"What are you planning on doing?" He questioned as they waited for the next fan, 

"Returning their bag to them like a gentleman." He smiled up at the fan and began signing away. 

Later that night there was a knock on your hotel room door you groaned raising yourself out of the bed, you'd been trying to get some sleep but every time you closed your eyes there was Hoseok filling your mind with memories that couldn't have been real. 

"Hi, don't scream." Hosoek was standing at your door holding up your bag and the hotel key you'd left inside, you stood there with your mouth hanging open as you tried to think of something to say to him.

"You're a dreamwalker." You knew that already, your grandmother was a dreamwalker but she'd passed away before she could tell you anything about it. Hoseok held up some papers in his hand, 

"Let me come in?" You stepped to the side so he could make his own way into the room and then you watched him closely as he sat down on the sofa inside of your room. It was like he'd always been in your life, the longer you stared at him the more you began to remember all of the times you'd spent together. In his dreams he wasn't Jung Hoseok he was just your average guy Hoseok or Hobi as he asked you to call him. 

"Why do you remember everything and I don't?" You questioned sitting on the sofa but the futurist away from him as you could get, you didn't know what to do with the dreams and memories swimming around in your head now. 

"You're the dreamwalker, you come to my dreams and I guess that's why I remember and you don't...I suppose if someone came to your dreams you'd remember them-"

"I don't dream, I never have." You whispered as he laid out bits of paper all over the small coffee table in front of him. Each piece was an article or scientific research about people who were dreamwalkers.

"There has to be someone in your family that-"

"My grandmother, it was how she met my Granddad." You told him as you inched closer to him to get a better look at everything he had in front of him. You placed your hand down on the sofa to move closer and he placed his on top of yours, this time instead of flinching away when the memories came to you, you let them slowly submerge into your brain. Images of you and Hoseok on a beach together were the clearest ones that you could see, you were kissing in the water and then dancing on the sand together before sleeping in front of a firepit. 

"They always end the same, we fall asleep somewhere and I wake up." He told you as he watched you staring into space, 

"Do you know who I am? Did I tell you everything about me?" You whispered feeling scared at the thought of travelling into someone's dream, having them know everything about you and yet you know nothing about them.

"I grew up with you in my dreams, you've been there ever since I can remember...I've watched you grow up, it's-"

"Oddly a nice feeling." You finished for him and he nodded his head linking your fingers together with his, it felt familiar to you. The warmth of his hand holding onto you spread throughout your body making you feel connected to him in a way you'd never been able to connect with someone else before.

"Will I ever remember everything?" You questioned as you looked at your hands together, you wanted very much for it all to be real. To spend those dream dates with him in reality, 

"I guess we'll see as we go." 

"As we go?" You whispered looking up into his eyes, his eyes were filled with love and hope as he stared back into yours smiling softly as he nodded his head. 

"I-I was hoping you would want to try and see how we go...See if our-My dreams can be our reality." He lifted your hand up and sat it on his knee playing with your fingers as he spoke to you, 

"I'd love that Hoseok- Hobi," You breathed out remembering that it was what he liked to be called by you, he liked the way it rolled off your tongue. 

"What about dinner in the hotel restaurant in an hour?" You nodded your head excitedly and he gave you a small kiss on the cheek as you got up to walk him out of your room. 

Returning back to the paperwork you saw you album stashed under the papers, signed by all seven of them with Hoseok writing his number in the back of it with a smiley face. You smiled to yourself reading through the paperwork while you waited for time to pass you by. 

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OC question time! If you would like one and for whoever you'd like to chat about.

Let's say they are given a chance to befriend anyone in the GW universe, who would they try to befriend? And I do mean anyone. Doesn't matter how ridiculous or silly. Who would they want to be friends with and why? What could change for them if they do?

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(lots of caps incoming) OKAY I AM DONE WITH FINALS AND IT IS TIME YEET @uselessidiotsquad! Thanks so much for the ask! :D

Oh this is such an interesting question. Let's see who I'm given from the random thing picker today:

Brook would want to befriend/meet Kormir--not to gain any sort of particular status, but just because they admire her a whole lot. Is there a gender neutral term for fangirl or fanboy? (Is it just fan? I feel like that's not the same vibes a;sdjfasdf.) Whatever it is, they'd definitely embody that energy if they met her. As for what could change for them, probably not a whole lot. They wouldn't talk about the friendship openly, so they wouldn't get any new status or reputation from it, but they would be a bit happier and a bit more confident in themself and their faith, which would be nice for them. (And they'd have a new friend, which never hurts.)

Minei would want to befriend the Hero of Nightfall. She's pretty down-to-earth, but she enjoys reading and learning from history, and she admires them a great deal. If they were to meet when Minei was younger, she'd accidentally adopt another parental figure. If they met at Minei's current age (which is ~22-23), they'd actually be pretty good friends. Outside of that, I have no idea what the consequences of their friendship would be, considering that they canonically live(d) some hundreds of years apart, but they would definitely be friends if they were to meet!

Rel would want to meet and befriend Riannoc, in part out of curiosity and in part because that's a member of his dearheart's (and his best friend's) family that he never got to know. If they did ever become friends, they'd get started very much off on the wrong foot. Riannoc never had the chance to properly understand what it meant to die, and Rel understands it all too well--he'd have a problem with what he'd see as Riannoc's lack of caution. But they'd eventually be close, though they'd snark at each other a lot, like siblings. (This is making me happy and sad--they'd be chaotic but it'd be really nice, too.)

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Charlotte’s Choice

A Royal Romance AU Fanfic

17a Lord of Misrule part 2

Neville is humiliated and Charlotte has a major revelation

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17a Lord of Misrule Part 2

As the afternoon continued, Brad and his retinue and other nobles saw to serving food. A tent was set up where hot food was prepared, and folk queued up canteen style to fill their plates, then went to sit on benches at long trestle tables to eat. The tables were decorated with flowers and set with pitchers of apple juice. Various nobles, including Charlotte, went around with jugs of cider and water and other drinks.

Brad, Drake, Maxwell and Neville manned the hot food counter, ladling out food to the queues of hungry people. Neville scowled the entire time and had to be reprimanded for doling out stew a little too vigorously and was changed to serving something that wouldn’t spill or spatter. He was partially appeased by the fact that his dress was covered by an apron.

At last the queue dwindled and some moved on to the dessert table. That was Brad’s cue for his ‘court’ to go and eat, sitting at the tables with the others with a bowl of stew and a hunk of bread, all that was left after serving the hungry crowds.

‘Man that was hot work’ remarked Drake around a mouthful of stew soaked bread ‘but I bet it was hotter inside the tent cooking up this stew.’ Neville picked haughtily at the simple fare, a look of disdain on his face, but he remained silent, glaring at Drake from time to time. Brad chewed thoughtfully and Maxwell almost inhaled his food.

‘Hi guys – finished your shift?’ Charlotte appeared to sit next to Drake, holding a bowl of stew. Olivia appeared beside her and sat across the table from Brad, next to Maxwell who took one look at the Princess and hooted with laughter

‘Great costume Lottie’ he chortled, and Drake turned to look at her. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw her dressed as he normally would in jeans, white t shirt and a denim shirt ‘Give us a twirl’ A piece of bread went down the wrong way, and Brad had to clap Drake on the back as he coughed vigorously. Neville looked uncomfortable, conflicted between being in the company of Royalty, and the familiar manner in which the others addressed her. Charlotte turned around to show off her clothes before sitting next to Drake. In turn her eyes widened at the others’ garb.

‘Drake, Brad – what are you wearing?’ she gasped, looking at them dressed in full Scottish Highland regalia. Olivia grinned

‘Kilts? You have to give us a twirl guys’ she said.

‘I don’t think…’ started Drake, blushing, and Maxwell sniggered.

‘No, you really don’t want them too, not while you’re sitting’ he chortled. Neville coloured and got up. Charlotte stared at him in disbelief as she saw the creation he was wearing. A look of amusement crossed over her face before she composed herself.

‘Why Lord Neville, I do believe you’re wearing the latest Ana de Luca’ she said solemnly. Neville bowed with as much dignity as he could muster in the thigh length pink dress. Maxwell, dressed exactly the same, was biting his cheek and turning a funny colour.

‘Indeed I am, thankyou your Highness. If you will excuse me, a call of nature…’ Neville turned and walked off. Drake called after him

‘Make sure you go to the right one Neville – oh wait a minute, do you go for the trouser symbol or the dress?’ The whole group doubled over, roaring with laughter until tears started to flow. Drake slammed the table with his palm, red in the face with mirth.

‘Brad – Brad you are a genius’ he snorted ‘I take my cap off to you’

‘So do I’ gasped Maxwell, taking off his jester’s cap and shaking it so the bells jingled.

‘I – I can’t breathe’ gasped Charlotte ‘This - has to be - the best festival ever. Brad, however did you think of it?’ Brad shrugged

‘It was a no brainer. Overturn nobility and common folk, overturn gender, felt logical to me’ Brad replied.

‘Wherever did you find the costumes?’ asked Olivia, wiping tears from her eyes.

‘There just so happens to be a shop in the capital that hires out this gear for Burns night’ replied Brad ‘you’d be surprised what part of the world Scots folk end up in. I even got the proper Walker tartan’ Olivia cleared her throat and looked at Brad

‘I’ve heard that real Scotsmen go without underwear under the kilt’ she said in a low tone. Drake coloured as Charlotte scooted a little closer to him, her hand sneaking onto his knee. He put his hand firmly on hers to stop her from going any further.

‘That’s for us to know and you to find out’ Brad winked, and Drake turned toward him quizzically, noticing the heated look that passed between Olivia and Brad. Charlotte squeezed his knee and in turn he felt a wave of heat course through him. She leaned closer.

‘I’m thinking that the Lord of Misrule might instruct us to bury our differences for the day – or maybe longer’ she said in a low tone. ‘I might be excused looking at official papers tonight, things are going to go on for a while’ He swallowed but felt a rush of relief that she seemed to be forgiving him for his outburst on the Piste. Something was definitely going on between Olivia and Brad too.

‘Well I’m hitting the dessert table’ announced Maxwell ‘Anyone want to come with?’ He looked around, at Charlotte looking intently at Drake, who stared at Brad and Olivia ‘No? Okay then – can I bring anything back?’ he paused, until Drake answered, looking up briefly.

‘Uh no thanks Maxxie, we’ll see to it ourselves in a little while. See if you can head Neville off, will you?’ Maxwell nodded assent and hopped away. The four remaining friends were alone, the nearest diners a few feet away. Drake turned to Brad.

‘Errm Brad – is there something going on that I don’t know about?’ he asked, and he coloured a little and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

‘Ah well, I was going to talk to you both’ he said, ‘I understand Livvie’s talked to Charlotte and you’re the only one out of the loop, so to speak’ Drake crouched down a little and the four of them put their heads together.

‘You and Olivia are an item, aren’t you?’ he hissed ‘You’ve got that sappy look’

‘Yes you’re right’ replied Brad ‘but we have to keep it quiet, so I stay on the list to help Charlotte. She needs all the friends she can get’ Charlotte nodded and spoke next, voice low

‘Father’s going to ask me to drop two suitors, and it has to be Neville and Tariq, presuming Tariq is as useless as Neville is helping me out with papers - and I’m pretty sure that’s a good bet. If father gets wind that Brad’s with Olivia, he’ll insist he’s dropped, and we need to keep him on a while longer until I’ve worked out who to go for’ Drake looked at his hands, his heart hammering in his chest. He had to say something, he couldn’t keep up the pretence of being neutral.

‘Charlotte…’ he started, and she turned to look at him ‘I… Charlie, can you really forgive me for what I said? I need to know. I can’t go on knowing you’re angry with me’ Olivia stood suddenly, speaking loudly

‘You know what, I’d really like some apple pie. Brad, you can help me’ she said pointedly, nodding away from the table. Brad didn’t take the hint, and she leant across the table and tweaked his ear ‘Earth to Brad, you need to come and help me fetch dessert.’ Brad looked distractedly at Drake and Charlotte, who were gazing at each other awkwardly.

‘No thanks Livvy, I’m fi – ouch!’ He got up sheepishly and started to back away ‘I’ll just – I’ll go and help – errm with – ah – okaaay’ and Olivia dragged him off leaving Drake alone with the Princess at last. She was the first to speak.

‘I – thankyou for the truffles, you sent. I know you said you’d take a back seat, but that meant a lot to me.’ She looked down and went to reach over to Drake, but looked around her guiltily, pulling her hand back ‘There are too many people watching’ she said ‘But – I got your note. It was nice of you to remind me of the smores.’ Drake gazed into her eyes, his heart swelling with relief

‘I never meant to hurt you, Charlie’ he said gently ‘I was in a bad mood and – well I’d like to forget it all if you will.’ She nodded

‘Yes, I’d like that Drake. I was in a bad place. I didn’t realise you cared – who I see and what I do. You couldn’t help how you felt, and I flew off the handle. Friends?’ she held out her hand to shake, and he took a deep breath before holding his own hand under the table where no-one could see, and she curled her fingers around his palm with the familiar electric jolt.

‘More than friends, Charlie, you know that. We’re not children any more, and you have responsibilities and duties.’

‘You’re right, I’ve had to grow up fast the last few days, but I think I’m focused now, closer to being who I have to be.  You don’t know what father’s put me though’ she replied sorrowfully. His heart was in his mouth – he had to tell her how he felt, convince her how he could support her – but was this the right time? There were too many people around, he decided. He ached to do more than take her hand, to let touch tell her what words could not.

‘Charlie, would you – would you agree to meet me later, be alone with me? Totally on your terms of course’ She smiled

‘I’d like that, Drake. I have to be around at midnight to accept the crown back from Brad, as father won’t be there, but we can meet before – around eleven?’ He smiled back

‘In the maze?’ she nodded as Maxwell returned with plates balanced precariously, piled with apple pie, somehow also managing to carry a jug of cream. Olivia and Brad followed, and there was a scramble to safely put out the plates without dropping anything. Neville returned to the table, appearing to all the world like a thundercloud. He sat and sulkily ate the pie and cream whilst the others chatted and joked, ignoring him.

The rest of the afternoon involved watching the children playing games and having races and competitions and making the rounds of the fair visiting stalls and supervising apple bobbing and other amusements. Maxwell had to be restrained from attempting to shoot an apple off Neville’s head. More and more people appeared in costume, women wandering around in trousers or jeans or suits, and the men wearing dresses and skirts – some taking it in good fun, others reluctant but soon relaxing with the help of liberal amounts of cider and other apple based drinks and cocktails. Charlotte and Brad took note of the most imaginative, eventually deciding on and awarding the prize to a married couple, the wife dressed in military uniform as a soldier, the husband wearing a dress that to the untrained eye was nothing remarkable, but it turned out he was a soldier, and had given her his uniform and worn her clothes. Food was served by the nobles again, and then there was music and traditional Cordonian dancing when the food had settled enough to move around comfortably.

Brad was in great demand as Lord of Misrule, women competing to be permitted to dance with him. He set up a system of payment for the dances – nobles gave money to charity, and those with little to give were charged a kiss on the cheek. He had to endure more than a few enquiries about the kilt, and cheeky pinches and requests to take a peek. Drake was also asked to dance, and he made his best effort though when it was seen how clumsy he was the requests dropped off. That didn’t bother him as he watched the clock, eager for his meeting with Charlotte. Neville stuck to his word not to withdraw from his role – which really was just in name as they hadn’t bothered to make him taste Brad’s food – but he wore the hated dress for the whole day, albeit appearing sulky and morose.

Charlotte’s mind was a whirl. Suddenly she saw what was in front of her – that Drake might be willing to be Consort, and it was something that she realised she wanted more than anything. She kept sneaking glances at him in his Highland regalia. Surely there must be a way for her to choose him, some way to convince her Father that he was worthy of the role. All the pieces were falling into place. She couldn’t imagine a future without him – because they had always been together, she had taken him for granted. She had pushed him away in anger, and she had been lost when she couldn’t go to him when things got too much for her. Playing around with Brad had been interesting, and she had enjoyed his company, but there was something missing, no real connection like there was with Drake – how could there be, they had only just met. Anton – she blushed at the thought. He was handsome, and dashing and intriguing, but she had not been able to forget Drake when she had kissed him. She had only really met with him to appease her father.

There were the late night sessions with paperwork to consider. She still had to ‘test’ Rashad, Milo, Anton, Brad and Drake. Anton and Rashad would probably prove to be competent, but surely Drake would have something to bring to the table, with his liberal and radical ideas of shaking up the council, just as she thought was appropriate? Brad was out of the running thanks to Olivia, all that was needed there was to report that he was not the man for the job, and he would comply. Anton was more difficult, he would not stand for being found wanting – she feared he had a strong competitive streak. Rashad would likely be competent too, but she didn’t think he would fight too hard to be the winner.

Eleven o’clock approached, and Drake made his way to the Applewood maze, which was more mature than the one at the Palace, having been planned and planted around a century ago. Charlotte stood waiting just inside, and he swiftly went to her, taking her hand to kiss it, not daring to go further though he ached to hold her in his arms. She looked as lovely dressed in jeans and denim shirt as she did in a ballgown or riding gear, or a ceremonial robe.

‘Why so formal, Drake?’ she asked.

‘I – don’t want to mess things up between us again’ he admitted. ‘It killed me that you didn’t want to see me’

‘I’m so sorry Drake.’ she said, looking up at him ‘But if it helps, I managed to get some perspective on our relationship’ His heart swelled at her use of the word ‘relationship’ rather than ‘friendship’. He offered her his arm and they walked into the maze.

‘I’m glad to hear it’ he said, ‘what conclusion did you come to?’

‘Well, to start with, I missed you’ she replied, her hand on his ‘And I realised we have been – very physical just lately, but kind of disconnected’

‘Disconnected?’

‘I’m not sure how to explain it, but it was all so hurried and secretive, we didn’t talk about it or tell each other how we felt, just went ahead and sated a physical need’ They continued to weave their way into the centre, their steps guided by hours of playing there as children. ‘you’re right – we were children together, and teenagers together. What we need to do is to grow up and be adults together. We’re stuck in our angst ridden, frantic, needy teen years’ Drake nodded

‘I see what you mean. How do you think we can do that?’

‘I think we need to take time to ask ourselves where we’re going, even with this circus going on’

‘I agree, but do we have enough time?’ he asked. They had come to the centre by the swing, and she sat on it, feet tucked underneath her, so she moved gently back and forth. She smiled sadly

‘I hope so’ she smiled. Drake braced himself, resolving to lay his heart out for her to cherish or break. He reasoned that if she rejected him, it would hurt but he could move on – maybe leave Cordonia, make a new life, however hard that was. To live close to her and see her with another man would be far worse.

‘Charlie, did you ever think – that I might be the one by your side?’ She looked puzzled

‘You already are, Drake’ she replied. He moved closer, and knelt in front of her, heart racing.

‘I mean – not as a friend, as a h…’ her eyes widened suddenly before the word ‘husband’ fell from his lips. She reached down and took his hands in hers.

‘Don’t say it Drake, or you won’t be able to unsay it’

‘Maybe I want to say it – more than I’ve ever wanted to say anything’ She looked away sorrowfully

‘I can’t say yes, you know that. But – I have thought of it recently’

‘You have?’

‘Yes Drake, I have. And I promise you I’ll think about it some more. But you made a promise to be my first no matter what, and I’ll hold you to that.’

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"But people die and get abused all the time because they do this, because they hook up with some cruel and horrible person through letters while they’re in prison, meet and even marry them once they’re out, and then they become an easy target." That or they get a willing accomplice in more crimes. Either way, somebody is probably going to get hurt. It would also be good if shooter fan girls/boys(?) stopped woobifying or romanticising these people, that's disrespectfull as hell to the victims. 1

It would be better if they fangirled/boyed(?) over fictional killers like everybody else or, like you said, did roleplay with a person they can trust. Nobody can get hurt by people that don't really exist and Cruz doesn't deserve your love or your pussy/dick(?) right now. Roman Sionis/Black Mask > Cruz. 2

Well, firstly, from what I know it's actually pretty uncommon for a person to go from hybristophiliac to willing accomplice. The most common kind of hybristophilia isn't the "I want to be a part of what they do" one, it's the "They can change for me/I can fix them/I can see the real them/I can see the good in them" kind. It's more common for a person to think that they can "fix" somebody with love than to actually want to participate in crimes, which is part of why they so often become the victims themselves rather than aiding the criminal, and (I think) part of why the term "Bonnie and Clyde syndrome" isn't as widely used any more, because it's more complicated than that. While it's important to warn against becoming a willing accomplice, it's important to tell people that's only okay in fantasy, there's a much larger chance that the hybristophiliac themselves is at risk than that they are a risk - most of them aren't murderous or cruel people themselves, and I didn't feel it would be helpful to aiding their understanding of my message for me to wrongly represent them as such.

As far as I know hybristophilia is more common in women than men, but it can exist in any gender and either sex - I wish there was a gender neutral term for fangirls, but in this case I'm just referring to them by the paraphilia term because 99.9 times out of a hundred I think that's what's going on with these "shooter fangirls/boys/ghouls". I think if you just use the term "fangirls" it's easy to shrug it off as just a weird internet thing, as being comparable to somebody being an anime fan, but in reality it's been going on since long before the internet (Bonnie and Clyde, the origins of its original name, for example), and it isn't just some weird internet culture fandom thing, it's a genuine condition. I prefer to talk about it as such rather than using the more dismissive language.

They can't stop romanticizing these people, that's like telling someone with a foot fetish to stop romanticizing feet because they're for walking. The condition isn't them willingly forcing an emotion in themselves where that emotion didn't come naturally, the condition is that they're naturally attracted to these people because of the crimes. I think that disrespect is a conscious thing, it's dismissing the impact on the victims, it's saying that they deserved it, disrespect isn't feeling an emotion that you can't control. Somebody isn't disrespecting the victims of vikings by getting aroused by an erotic novel set during a viking raid, humans are naturally going to feel things that aren't always pleasant or kind, and I think as long as they aren't consciously and directly trying to harm somebody, as long as they're adequately tagging and keeping things out of supportive tags, marking blogs as NSFW, using tags that can be blacklisted, etc, then I think getting feelings off your chest and having a cathartic release can be helpful. We've all had unbearably obsessive crushes, and we all know what it's like to need to ramble on about something to stop the thoughts circling in your brain.

The reason they can't just "fangirl over fictional people" "like everybody else" is because they're not like everybody else. That's like me saying to a straight guy "It's okay to be attracted to fictional women, just don't like or talk about real ones." They're going to find themselves attracted to real people if being attracted to real people is part of their sexual/romantic/whatever identity/orientation/whatever. Like the straight guy, they shouldn't be rude to people, they shouldn't be invasive, they should be reasonable people about it, but feeling that attraction isn't something that they can just turn off out of a desire not to be unsettling. You don't fall for somebody because they deserve your love, you just fall for them. Of course, I advise aiming for healthier outlets - like I said, roleplaying, writing their own work, etc - but that doesn't mean that they can turn off the emotions that they're having about these killers, or that they can't or shouldn't express such emotions (adequately tagged and so forth).

~ Vape

[devilmansangel]

Okay, Let's Talk Non-Fandom Members. (Because I just got 10 staring eyes in the Public McDonald's while reading Fanfic when I gasped pretty loudly out of nowhere)

So you guys look at us like we're crazy when we 'fangirl'(fangirl being a gender neutral term) when you'll never know (if you dont try to know):

When you get the notification on your phone (or whatever device) telling you that a new fanfic is up after you've been scrolling through Tumblr for hours

When you read the fanfic and uncontrollably smile and giggle when the source of the fandom does something cute

When you start to feel angry when one of the source start to miscommunicate and leave you on a ledge until the next update

(When you finally get you prayers to the author answered) when the source finally get together and have a well deserved moment

When you feel happy for them like you know them IRL and leave Kudos

When it says 'You already left Kudos here' and you begin to feel disgusted with the system that only let's you leave Kudos once

When you feel highly offended and read the fanfic all over again and start feeling better

When you start to count all the fanfic you consume as 'reading' (everyone else around you thinks your 'reading' too) so you get called 'nerd' or 'bookworm' from time to time but they don't know

When you start reading all the Angst and Intimate Fanfic and you thought that it was Fluff and get taken for a whirlwind

(FOR THE AUTHORS) (p.s. Thxs(:)

When you look down at your phone and smile because of your fanfic appreciating your work or the Fandom basically smothering you in support, love, and ideas when you writers block (yeah we got you authors we understand)

So join us *Join Us whispers* *in a good way* we are amazing

Update I'm here with my cousin and she didn't care because she was reading fanfic too. The More You Know.

[shriamato]

okay so what is a gender neutral term that has the same energy as fangirl or fanboy? I legit can't figure it out and it's driving me crazy.

taking away the gender qualifier doesn't work because anyone in fandom knows that "fan" has a very different energy than "fangirl/boy".

(OP is genderqueer and slowly leaning more into they/them/their pronouns so this is why I'm asking. I don't hate using fangirl for myself, but I wouldn't mind having an alternative ya know?)

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OMG!! I can totally hug you rn @nothingsronwithme for the Leprechaun stuff (granted doing that would be weird and not okay seeing how you don't even know me 😅) but THANK YOU!! 😍

And Lia! Honestly, I'm Fangirling so hard over this story now !!!! (Is there a gender neutral term for that? If yes, do tell please) I can't tell you how much I laughed in this part!! I live for our Bois horsing around, having a good time ^^

And damn right Hermione is gunna STUDY AND NO ONE CAN STOP HER! 😍 I love that girl so much it's not even funny 😭

LOVE THIS PART - ALL ITS JOKES AND ALL ITS FEELINGS 💛💛

Someone new (part 8)

please find the previous parts here : 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 -

TW : LEPRECHAUNS !

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As he woke up on Monday morning, Harry couldn’t help but feel guilty again. He couldn’t be angry at Malfoy for not answering his letter and it wasn’t fair to bite every time his friends cared for him. Letting the cold water cleaned his thoughts and carried them down the drain, the Saviour decided it was time he stopped worrying about the unknown coming future. Whatever happens would happen; there was no good in trying to plan everything up. Nothing was at stake anymore. There was no upcoming deadline. If Malfoy needed time, if he was one for midnight one-sense confession, he’d do with it. He had life in front of him, they all had now. What was wrong in wasting a little bit of it?

He didn’t need Malfoy agreement, or even his listening; maybe no words were needed at all. His behaviour should be enough to make him understands he wasn’t disgusted nor did he want him to disappear from his sight. They didn’t even have to become friends. And as true as it was that he wanted to get to know him better, he could keep on awkwardly dancing around his house instead of talking to him. Maybe that would even help taming him.

“You look better today, mate.

-Good morning to you too, Seamus.” Harry smiled back as his friends started flowing inside the Great Hall, taking seats around him. “Hermione’s not with you?

-She had to jump at the library before.” Ron answered, scanning the food.

“That girl’s completely nut.

-Completely. But you can’t say it. It’s boyfriend privilege.

-As if you never said it before! I perfectly remember you saying it in first year!

-He was already in love ~~

-Shut up Dean.

-Oi, you can’t tell him to shut up. It’s boyfriend privilege!

-Harry! Say something!

-I am really sorry of not being able to call on the boyfriend privilege.

-I’m really not helped here…” Ron groaned, rolling his eyes as he watched the three of them high five.

“He’s always on our side, Weasel!

-Don’t call me that!

-It’s Slytherin privilege?” Dean burst of laughing.

“I’m sure that now I could perfectly make you spit slugs.

-War hero Ronald Bilius Weasley! Watch out or you’ll spit slugs!

-Better than watch out or expelliarmus!

-What are you on about?” Hermione wondered as she sat beside them, a pile of book within her.  

“Nonsense. What is it all for?” Her boyfriend asked, nodding toward the books.

“Well, I took example on Neville and

-You what?

-You got pregnant?

-You’re dating Pansy?

-What?” Hermione shouted back to the echoing voices of her really dismaying friends. “By Merlin, no! I’m thinking of taking half of my NEWT before Christmas so I could take more on June.

-That makes more sense.” Seamus whispers on Harry’s left, making him smile. Hermione wishing to pass more exams strangely would always make more sense than anything else.

“But then, what?” As his friends suddenly turned to him, Harry realised he had talked out loud. “Um, sorry.” He blurted out. “Wasn’t meant to be said.

-What do you mean, then what?

-After Hogwarts. What will you do with all those NEWTs after Hogwarts?

-Oh, this. Well, I think the more I learn the more possibility I’ll have, so taking a few NEWTs more can’t hurt.

-No one knows what they’ll do next year, then?” Harry asked, half relieved, half anxious.

“I’ll work with George at the shop.

-All of your life?

-Maybe not, who cares?” he shrugged. “Got all my life to decide. I can work at WW for two or twelve years, then become an Auror or a pastry chef. As long as I like it, I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. And you should probably do the same.

-Work at WW?

-You got no sense of fun, you’d ruin the shop.

-And you have?

-Oh George knows how to make fun of him!” Hermione laughed, hitting him slightly on the arm. “The clients love him!

-And you?” Harry asked, turning to face Dean and Seamus as the two lovebirds in front of him have started bickering-kissing.

“I’d like to study art a little bit more. And I think Shay should work in a circus.

-As long as I can blow things up.

-Or he could rob banks.

-I could dress up as a leprechaun and do magic trick for the muggles.

-So you’ve got no clue.” Harry summed up quickly as Seamus started to mutter something, waving his wand at himself. “An art school, that sounds- OH MY GOD SEAMUS!

-It worked! Baby it worked!” Seamus cheerfully exploded, kissing his lover on full mouth. The entire hall had suddenly fell silence before it burst with laughers. At the professor tables, half the teachers had joined the students in their hilarity while the other was face palming: on the Gryffindor table was now win dancing a small old man, all dressed of green.

“I really hope you know the counterspell cause I won’t spend my life with… that.” Dean warned, clearly disgusted.

Rising from her seat, the Headmistress made her way to their table, obviously amused.

“If Mister Finnigan would make us the pleasure to turn back to his original form.

-Erm

-Oh my god oh my god he doesn’t know the counterspell. He doesn’t know the counterspell! I swear I’m gonna kill you!

-No one’s gonna kill anyone, Mister Thomas. I’ll take good care of it. Mister Finnigan, please follow me.

-Why am I in love him with again?” Dean asked horrified as the little old man happily followed McGonnagal down the hall, cheering back to the students.

 By the end of the day, Seamus had found his own body back, Dean was still ignoring him and Hermione weighting the pro and cons of taking new subjects in the middle of her seven years.

“The world’s gone mental.” Ron whispered to Harry as they walked toward the Quidditch pitch. “Absolutely mental.

-Our world has always been.”

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Thank you for reading !

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You can blame @nothingsronwithme for the leprechaun’s stuff. It was supposed to turn siriusly after “i’m gonna dress as a leprechaun” but she encouraged me… ^^’

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#TMIishTuesday #44 - Weird Sayings in English, German, and Dutch

Hey there, first off: I tagged some of my posts. You can find an overview of the tags I used on this page. So, if you are interested in certain topics like my life in the Netherlands, my coming out story, or posts about YouTube, you can now just click those tags and see only those posts. The page also includes a description of what #TMIishTuesday is. How handy, right? Oh and I also did some tagging for pics. There are like 10 pics of 3 people that I know and all of them are YouTubers, so… still check it out, if you want to? :D Let's start with the actual thing now, shall we? Hey there mighty people of the internet! And welcome to issue #44 of #TMIishTuesday - my weekly Tumblr post about what goes through my weird mind and what you guys want to know more about. It can be something very personal, it can be something political, it can be completely pointless - but in 99.9 % of the cases, it involves opinions. And mine as well. // Last week I went quite cliché - again and reflected on my personal year 2016. Veeeeeeery long post but totally worth reading, if you want to know more about me! // In other news, I held the first poll of 2017 and the first poll in like… 4 weeks or so (?) for you to decide today's topic on Twitter. And you guys were interested in what I have to say about those "Weird Sayings". And... you guys, I just love languages! Languages are everything: Strange, very straightforward, not logical, ridiculous, inventive, confusing, never the same, I could go on forever. This is probably gonna be a long post again. #ifyoucouldnttellalready I'll take some bits and bobs from my experiences of speaking three languages - within a minute at times - and bring up some examples from that. If you don't know German or Dutch, don't you worry. I got you! I'll translate to English. As best as possible. #notyetaprofessionalinterpreter Let's start with the initial reason why I came up with the idea to write about this topic: The word "fangirling". If you are not a fangirl yourself, you probably don't have a clue what I'm talking about. Let's take a look into the urban dictionary for help (that's a very handy website for checking what slang means btw, it has saved my life numerous times! Else I wouldn't have been able to understand a lot of videos). Urban dictionary defines "fangirl" as: "A rabid breed of human female who is obesessed with either a fictional character or an actor. Similar to the breed of fanboy. Fangirls congregate at anime conventions and livejournal. Have been known to glomp, grope, and tackle when encountering said obsessions." ...and "fangirling" as: "v. 1. the reaction a fangirl has to any mention or sighting of the object of her "affection". These reactions include shortness of breath, fainting, highpitched noises, shaking, fierce head shaking as if in the midst of a seizure, wet panties, endless blog posts, etc. 2. a gathering of two or more fangirls in which they proceed to waste endless amounts of time ogling, discussing/arguing, stalking, etc. the object of their "affection" " I first learned about "fangirls" on YouTube watching some international YouTuber. Might have been Tyler Oakley, who himself has probably more fangirls any YouTuber will ever have. Looking to the word "fangirl", it makes me notice two things: 1. It's an absolutely brilliant neologism! Perfectly descriptive of its meaning. A "girl" who is a big "fan" of someone: "fangirl". "Fangirling" then is just the act of being such "fangirl". 2. Why is the term "fangirl" so common, while I haven't even heard of a "fanboy"? Why do I have to be "fangirling" when I like to go crazy about a celebrity? Shouldn't I be "fanboying" instead? And thinking inclusively: What about non-binary people who I identify as neither "boy" nor "girl" but somewhere along the spectrum instead? It's that slightly discriminative thing that exists in lots of languages when they just use one word that has an attribute of one gender attached to it to mean both genders. As far as I have noticed, it's not that prevalent in the English language as it is in German and Dutch. Well done, you creators of English! When you talk about a hair dresser that is neutral. It can be either gender. In German ("Friseur" for male; "Friseurin" for female) and Dutch ("kapper" and "kapster" respectively) you don’t have a unisex form: "I went to the hair dresser's to get a haircut yesterday. She did an awesome job!" would be "Ich bin gestern beim Friseur gewesen. Sie hat es richtig gut gemacht!" in German and "Ik ben gisteren naar de kapper geweest. Ze heeft het heel goed geknipt!" (That’s probably not translated too well, but you get my point, right? :D) Notice how both languages use the male form instead of the (correct) female form. Just because you refer to the hair dresser's place instead of the hair dresser herself. Obviously the English language discriminates as well. Think about police men or post men. Have you ever heard someone say "police women"? No, you probably haven't. Granted, I've never lived in a country where English was the native language. But I think it's ridiculous that we have that separation in so many terms, especially with professions. If you want to use the politically correct form, it sounds incredibly unsophisticated. When I read German flyers that are published by governmental organisations, I'm close to puking. "Die Schüler_innen" - yes, there are not only male students in that class (and this form of writing also includes non-binary people - as opposed to “SchülerInnen”). But why make such a mess of it. I think we should introduce a neutral form to use in such occasions. We have neutral pronouns, even to describe people (think of they/them or ze/zir). Why don't we use them for these occasions as well? But alright, I can tell you are getting bored of my political correctness talks again. Let's get on with this post. How about false friends? You may have some in real life (though I hope you don't), but I'm talking about words that sound similar in different languages, but have a completely different meaning. First one that sprang to my mind: The German "Handy". I mean… I have to give you that: A mobile phone is indeed handy. But I've seen lots of people using the word in English to refer to a mobile phone, when native speakers would probably have no idea what they are talking about. Or take "actual" which is actually a great example! actual ≠ aktuell. The English word "actual" is translated to German as eigentlich, tatsächlich; the German "aktuell" means current or up-to-date in English. And there are obviously some with Dutch as well. Take the German word "allemal" and the Dutch word "allemaal". "Allemaal" is often added to a plural pronoun: "wij" (we), "jullie" (you), or "zij" (they), to underline that everyone is involved. And without a doubt it is one of the most frequently used words in Dutch. The German "allemal" is slightly old-fashioned and not used much anymore. It means “certainly” or “for sure”. Another example: The German "fahren" (to ride or to drive) is obviously used very often, while "varen" in Dutch isn't. It sounds very similar, but only refers to "travelling by boat" instead of including pretty much any means of travel, like the German “fahren”. Dutch and English are more fitting. In a way... For “actual” it’s the same story as with German (called "actueel" in Dutch). For the rest: "map" exists in both English and Dutch. But the Dutch word means “folder”, while the English word translates to Dutch as "landkaart". And finally: "room". If you ask a receptionist of a hotel for a "free room" (or a "vrije room") in Dutch, you'll probably get very puzzled and confused looks. Why would you look for free whipped cream? I mean... I'm sure you could get some at a hotel, but… The word you were looking for is "kamer". (And while we’re on it: The Dutch “room” is pronounced with a long “o” sound) When I write a post about languages, I certainly have to address the "Schmetterling" issue. The moment you leave Germany and start talking in a different language, everyone will make remarks about how harsh and really NOT smooth German sounds. And on the one hand you're right! German certainly won’t win the "Best sounding language" award. But on the other hand: Which language should win that award? Dutch also sounds very rough at times. Just think about the "harde G" (hard G) in Friesland and how it sounds to strangers. Let me tell you first hand: It sounds freaking scary! I mean… you'll get used to it, but at first it's very frightening! And English… I mean you basically get to choose between the incredibly posh British English and the American version that - sorry to you Americans out there - quite honestly sounds very wishy-washy to me. And at times the pronunciation is a little too drawn-out for me. Talking about drawn-out things: In an attempt to not draw out this post any more, I'll leave you with this. Tell me something cool in your language! What about "I really enjoyed this post"? :P Okay, kidding. But if you did enjoy it, please let me know anyway. You know the means to get to me: place a comment, tweet me, dm me, or do what else you can think of. And while you’re in it, share it around! Before I go, I'd like to introduce something new to these posts: The “TMIish Queer Shoutout” or so? (That's a working title - tell me, if you can think of something better, please :D). Long story short: In these posts I'd like to tell you about a cool queer thing that I discovered over the last week. This week: Jongens. A Dutch coming-of-age film about Sieger, a fifteen year-old who's forms 1/4th of an athletics team. The four will run at the Dutch championships shortly and over the course of the now intensified trainings, Sieger gets close to his best friend Stef. It's a great plot which shows the struggles of a gay relationship when one partner doesn't fully live up to it. Okay, enough of the spoilers! I suggest you find yourself a site that shows English subtitles with it and watch it! :D And if you know Dutch and don’t need subtitles, you can just head over to npo.nl. As far as I know, it's available world-wide. It surely is in Germany. So have fun! As always: Next #TMIishTuesday next Tuesday. If you have any questions in the meantime, just ask away. Whatever you’re curious about - I don’t bite. :) Until then: Stay mighty! Links for the stuff used/refered to in this post: - Urban Dictionary: Fangirling: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fangirling - Urban Dictionary: Fangirl: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fangirl - “Jongens” on npo.nl: http://www.npo.nl/jongens/03-08-2014/VPWON_1229280

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