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[junkartie]

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[earthtooz]

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in which: rin doesn’t know when to stop spoiling you and you don't know how to stop him either.

warnings: rich pro-athlete!rin, gn!reader- reader wears lip gloss and perfume but i am an avid believer that they are gn, rin is dramatic (tm), fluff, swearing. 1.6k wc

a/n: rin is a clown in my eyes LMFAO no but this was kinda self-indulgent and i just can't stray too far from itoshi rin before he inevitably pulls me back. haven't written anything for him in a while so it feels good to be back to my roots. also no i'm not off break lol i did say that i was still gonna write and come back to post hehe. ENJOY!! rbs appreciated !!

itoshi rin doesn’t know when to stop spoiling you.

and you didn’t know how to get him to stop spoiling you. you could never resist his presents no matter what shape or size, whether they were little nendoroids of your favourite anime characters to the latest designer bags, you would always accept them with a grateful smile. 

however, there’s always a tug of guilt at your chest that makes you little hesitant, not wanting rin to waste unnecessary money on you. yet whenever you make this feeling known to rin, he scoffs and waves your concerns off, ending the conversation there as he urges you to open his presents, more concerned about your reaction than how much money is being extracted from his account.

what’s the point of money if he can’t spoil you with it? that’s always been his philosophy. besides, it’s not like you’re forcing him to, so what’s the big deal?

if there was a certain brand of perfume you wanted, he was going to buy it. if you needed a bigger monitor then he’ll buy it. if you needed a streaming platform to watch a certain show on then he’d buy it too, not a problem. in fact, you’re sure rin is funding the spotify premium for your account because he got tired of all the ads he had to listen to when sharing headphones with you. 

despite rin’s insistence that he was more than okay to spend money on you, it didn’t stop the growing feeling of guilt festering in your gut. so eventually you stopped bringing up things you wanted to buy in front of rin, leaving to write them down in your notes app instead.

the pro-athlete doesn’t question the abrupt lack of complaints about things you needed to buy, leaving him blissfully unaware of the things you had been buying for yourself and him. 

this dance continues for a little and it’s not until date night three weeks later that he figures you out. you never stood a chance against rin’s perceptiveness especially when one of his favourite things to do was watch you get ready for said date nights, leaving it only a matter of time before he’d realise,

“looking gorgeous as always,” he compliments whilst walking up to stand behind you, dressed handsomely in a crisp suit with his hair swept sideways- a hairstyle he began to wore more often when he realised how often you stared at him during a boring sponsorship event which turned out a lot more eventful thanks to the simple hair change.

you smile at him in the mirror as rin places a kiss on the side of your head, hand going to your hip before situating himself on the bed, glancing down at his watch to check that you were still on time for the dinner reservation.

when he looks back up at you, his eyes zero in on the foreign lipgloss you were holding in your hands and the small smile rin wore falls into a scowl. rin knows he didn’t get that for you, and judging from the sleekness of the packaging, it looks new. he withholds his suspicions, brushing them off.

alarms blare in rin’s head again when he notices the foreign highlighter in your hands. contrarily, you remain ignorant to rin’s inquisitive stare as you lean in close to the mirror to apply the product, too used to the usual intensity of his gaze to bat an eye. 

the last straw is the perfume you use, spritzing it on your wrists, behind your ears and neck, doing a little fanning motion with your hands once you were done.

“okay, i’m ready, let’s go before we’re lat-” you say, turning around to look at rin, cutting yourself off when you notice the look of distraught on his face. “what’s the matter?”

walking over to where he sat, you leisurely lay your forearms on his shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek whilst doing so. the smell of your foreign perfume enters his nose and although it was a very nice and charming scent, the athlete’s nose scrunches in displeasure, eyebrows furrowing further. 

“do i have something on my face?” you ask, backing away. rin grabs your hands before you can stray too far. 

“no, not that,” he puts your hands on his shoulders again. “did you always have this lipgloss? and i don’t recognise this perfume.”

“oh, i bought it not too long ago.” 

he looks at you as though you’ve committed the most blasphemous offence against him, which, you did. “excuse me?”

“i bought it?” you reaffirm, a lilt of confusion in your tone. 

rin narrows his eyes, combating your confusion with scrutiny. “you bought it.” you nod. “with your own money?”

“duh.”

he exhales loudly through his nose and you can feel the judgement oozing off him. “no that’s not right. i have to fix this.”

abruptly swapping your positions so that you were now sitting on the bed, rin disappears into the bathroom, emerging with a pack of makeup removers before sifting through your numerous products, that look of concentration never leaving his face.

“we’re gonna be late, rin,” you say from where he planted you, watching helplessly as your boyfriend approaches to stand in front of you, crouching down to be eye level with you. rin takes out a wipe from the packet before gently rubbing it on your lips, touch contrastingly gentle to his fiery gaze. 

“don’t care. this is more important.” 

rin fiddles with the highlighter that he bought for you, opening it cautiously and using the same brush you always use as he carefully paints your skin with the glitter. it amazes you just how observant rin is as he traces all the spots correctly, knowing you down to of the most insignificant, tiny details.

he does the same with the lip gloss, opening the familiar bottle before putting a luxurious amount of the product over your lips. you don’t complain about it, not when rin’s nose scrunches in concentration and not when he makes a disgruntled noise because he overlined the lip gloss, wiping it from the corner of your mouth.

nevertheless, when rin pulls away, he admires his handiwork with a content grin, the scowl now fading. “much better,” he mumbles, grinning slightly. before you could say anything though, the athlete stumbles away to put your makeup away, returning with a bottle of perfume that he also bought for you.

“do not spray that on me. the scents will clash,” you threaten. rin blinks at you before grabbing your wrist, spritzing a small amount before repeating the same step on your other pulse points.

his actions were sweet and you understood that rin had good intentions, but through the endearment you felt for your lover, there is an undeniable feeling of dejection settling within you. “i liked the products that i bought,” you murmur, tone slightly downcast as you express your thoughts. “i like using my own money sometimes too, rin.” 

the smile rin wore falls ever so slightly as he looks at your somewhat-dejected form, crouching in front of you instinctively as to get a better glance at your face. 

“i feel horrible whenever you use your money on me. especially on things that are way too expensive and way out of my budget. i don’t want people- i don’t want you to get the wrong idea of us,” you confess the last part breathily, rubbing your arms awkwardly. “and i hate feeling like i owe something to you.”

“hey, you know that will never happen, we’re not like that,” he rubs a hand on your knee reassuringly. “i buy things for you because i know, and don’t talk about this lukewarm shit about ‘owing’ me. if anything i owe you for putting up with me.”

you let his words sink in with a sigh, focusing on the warmth of rin’s palm. 

“and i also buy things for you because you only deserve the best. none of that mediocre crap that anybody can buy.” 

“but what if i like the ‘lukewarm shit’?”

“then you need better tastes, but i guess i have no choice but to buy it for you.” he stands up ever so slightly to kiss you.

you back away, cutting him off with a press of your finger against his lips. “rin. no.” 

he gives you a withering glare for denying his affection. 

“that’s not the point. as much as i love and appreciate it when you do buy things for me, i would also appreciate it if you let me use my own money too.” 

the soccer player backs away, eyes scanning your expression to decide on what to say next. he sighs when he sees the determination in your face and like a dam giving out, it’s the first sign of rin’s stubbornness surrendering to your pleas.  “fine, i’ll respect your choice, but it doesn’t mean that i like it.”

you grin, pulling him back in for the kiss he wanted earlier, catching rin off guard briefly before his shock subsides, letting him melt right into you. your lipgloss was now effectively ruined but you didn’t have it in you to care much. rin could always reapply it for you. 

“but i’m paying for dinner,” he asserts against your mouth. 

“deal.”

you return home tomorrow to see the same products you bought for yourself on your shared bed. except brand new and still in their sleek packages. 

what were you going to do with rin?

[cheriladycl01]

My choice - Liam Lawson x BrazilianOlympicSkateBoarding! Reader

Plot: While Liam’s fixing his cars you are always found at the skatepark with your best friend Keegan, people online start to assume there’s a little more to that friendship than friends …

It was a normal Friday, and you were in Australia with Keegan. Liam was at the track for the Australian Grand Prix watching FP1 and you and Keegan had been invited by Quadrant.

You’d met through both winning Gold in 2021 at the Tokyo Olympics and had been friends ever since. When Keegan got the offer of Quadrant he said he��d only accept if they made you part of it too.

Lando and Max had in fact met you before Keegan asked for you to be part of the Quadrant Athletes having been to many F1 races with your boyfriend Liam since 2022.

You weren’t at the GP yet because you and Keegan were shooting stuff for Quadrant with Max and Ria. You and Keegan were always goofing around trying to be better than the other one or just making fun of one another.

Your relationship with Keegan was so pure. He was one of those people that you only met once in that lifeline and you hoped to meet again in another.

You knew Keegan before Liam, so naturally you guys had more inside jokes, more banter. Whereas your relationship with Liam was everything you looked for in a partner.

He took care of you, always made sure to know your worth, and eventually (when you agreed to come to races with him) showed you the world.

But some people saw you and Keegs and thought there was more to it than just friends. And it annoyed Liam more than anything.

Of course Liam didn’t care that you were friends with Keegan and he’d never ever try to come between that friendship because he wasn’t the first one there, Keegan was. But it irked him just how hard the media shipped you too.

It got to the point where he was hard-launching your relationship once a week, again and again even though it was out there that you were a couple and had been since 2022.

“Are we finally done! I need a shower now!” You complain having built up a sweat from all the fun things you’d filmed.

“Yea, all wrapped up!” Max smiles and you pull Keegan into an exhausted hug thankful that this part of the day was over. You really just wanted to go to the track now and be with Liam.

Little did you all know but Ria filmed the hug, posting it on her story and Quadrants story to let people know that you were completely done filming with the day.

“Thank god!” You groan, trotting off to the rental car Max had and jumping in the back. Keegan in tow behind you taking the seat next to you.

“So who wants to put money in a Max Verstappen win?” You ask on the drive back.

“Nah im putting money on my boy Lando!” Keegan smiles.

“I’m being realistic and I’ll join in an say Max. But Lan to get a podium!” Max chuckles from the drivers seat.

“Mmm yeah I’m gonna also put money on Max, but Ferrari are looking good” Ria expresses and you nod, knowing people were in fact slowly but surely catching up with Red Bull.

“Oh Max! Is P gonna be there! I haven’t seen her for ages!” You complain wanting to see his girlfriend.

“Yeah she’s at the hotel now, she had a bit of a headache this morning so she didn’t come!” He says looking at you through the rear view mirror to see you pout!

You guys venture back to the hotel, getting ready before all walking to the race track having a close hotel.

“Baby!” You cry running away from the group seeing Liam say outside the RB hospitality with Daniel and Yuki.

“Hey Y/N” he says his tone a little off.

“What’s the matter?” You ask frowning and pouting at him. He never acted like this.

“Nothing” he smiles and you look at Yuki and Daniel who are doing everything to avoid eye contact with you.

“Liam…” you say and he squirms a little bit because you never used his name at all. Even if it was a silly stupid nickname like Li, or Iams (like the cat food brand) to the usual pet names.

Daniel and Yuki slowly left not wanting to be around for the growing tension they could sense.

“What is going on? I’m sorry I wasn’t here this morning if that’s why your pissy but you knew I was filming with Keegan and Max!” you exclaim thinking it must be that you hadn’t been there when he first woke up.

“Mmmm you and Keegan have fun?” He asks forcing your best friends name out with an almost grit.

“I mean - yeah? No more than we usually do…” you offer looking at him.

“Why do you care so much about Keegan today. You never normally have an issue!” You ask with all seriousness, normally you’d laugh.

Liam gets out his phone with a groan showing you the video circling of your and Keegan from Quadrants post on Twitter, so many of the comments were shipping you guys.

“Baby … you know Keegan is my best friend … and there always coming up with new weird shit! You know there’s even fanfics of us now?” You laugh but he doesn’t seem amused.

“Are you being for fucking real right now Liam! It’s the media … they spin anything they fucking can. Do you not feel secure in this relationship? Do you not trust me?” You ask a disappointed look on your face. You genuinely couldn’t believe him right now.

“Honey, what? Of course I trust you! But it just hurts seeing that people think you’d be better off with some other guy than me” he huffs out.

“Liam, look at me!” You say holding his face in both your hands forcing him to look at you.

“I chose you, all those years ago and I’m choosing you today and I’ll choose you tomorrow! You Liam Lawson are the love of my life! And I won’t have you being a mopey little baby over the media and Keegan!” You say before pulling him into a kiss, you can feel him smiling into it making you pull back and look at the new and dare you ay improved expression on his face.

“I love you” he admits holding you tightly in a hug.

“I love you too, my jealous driver” you grin teasingly making him shake his head.

y/user

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y/user: Skateboarding with Bestie and Fast Cars with the LOML is my lifestyle 🇧🇷

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fan1: her and keegan are cuties … look at that date on their boards 😻

-> fan2: shes dating Liam not Keegan 😦

liamlawson30: baby why’d you put Kitty Purry on the board?

-> y/user: coz she’s a CaliforniaGurl 😝🌸

-> liamlawson30: of course she is … you’re weird!

-> y/user: but you love me! ❤️

fan3: Y/N living her best life fr. Imagine having all her friends.

keeganpalmer: it’s always fun hanging with you, my bestie 🏎️🛹

-> y/user: love you bestie 🧡🦖

quadrant:🔥 post Y/N!

landonorris: you best be in Australia little miss!

-> y/user: Keegs an i will be there! In merch DW!

-> liamlawson30: erm I didn’t agree to this … RB merch only …

-> y/user: I’ll sneak in with it Lando!

maxfewtrell: Quadrant Athletes have brought us the best duos!

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ WIP tag game! ɞ˚‧｡⋆

❀ tagged by @mangostarjam, my dearly beloved fuji

rules > make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous > let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! > tag others to continue the game

tagging: everyone!!! ii don't have many writer friends, but if you write, pls tag me <3 i will be participating & would love to get to know any more writer blogs

i have over 100 drafts, so here are just the most recent ones LOL. please feel free to ask about any of them <3 it might actually get me to finish them!!

daylight iii, 2 | colt grice midnight | oc x oc (LMAO, y'all didn't know i had this range, did you) no more keepin' score (now i just keep you warm) | eita otoya alone together [one] | rin itoshi it always leads to you [one] | sae itoshi now you hang from my lips like the gardens of babylon | simon 'ghost' riley (wow COD phase, talk abt a throwback) my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue | jean kirstein pyrrhic [one] | tooru oikawa burnout season | michael kaiser brace for impact | keiji akaashi balancing act ii | satoru gojo if you feel like falling (catch me on the way down) THREE | yoichi isagi and if i had the cure (i'd save you first) | black noir losing all my innocence in the backseat | sae itoshi (READER IS SHIDOU'S SISTER, which i find funny) fit for a king | shoei barou when he sees me (i like him and he knows it) | gojohime (yes, i do write ship fic LOL) to the victor belong the spoils | naoya zenin angel of the morning | atsumu miya an indentation in the shape of you | tobio kageyama always gonna be you | yoichi isagi (from a request!) making things up as we go | osamu miya devil on my shoulder tellin' me i'll die soon (i don't really want that to impact you) | atsumu miya with a comma after dearest | megumi fushiguro my heart surrenders | kiyoomi sakusa (from a request!) talking rings and talking cradles | rensuke kunigami (from a request!) atsumu miya's guide to escaping the friend zone | atsumu miya and when i was shipwrecked (i thought of you) | michael kaiser two weeks notice | reo mikage (from a request!) easy like sunday morning | colt grice (from a request!) sweet nothing | rin itoshi let the light in | rin itoshi (from a request!) little dancer | childe lessons in jealousy | naoya zenin (from a request!) borderline | jin kiyora (from a request!) take my hand (take my whole life too) | yoichi isagi (from a request! SO EXCITED, ONE OF MY FAVES SENT THIS TO ME AND ASKED FOR YAN ISAGI, ILY FOR THIS) where's the trophy? (he just comes running over to me!) | rintarou suna (from a request!) repeat offender | hiromi higuruma levi x petra | ...the wip title gave away who the fic was for, doesn't it all that we see or seem | kento nanami it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye | kento nanami but not kiss | kento nanami socialite x kita | shinsuke kita get him back! | tetsurou kuroo if not you, then who? | tooru oikawa (from a request!) contractually yours [one] | satoru gojo i think i wanna marry you! | bllk boys headcanons (from a request!) it's so sweet knowing that you love me | ryusei shidou (from a request!) half agony, half hope | tom riddle (guys... it was a phase... that lasted for years... and still a phase i am in, unfortunately enough)

+ there's more, i'm just going insane scrolling through my drafts. will rb whenever i add more <3

[yeongwonie]

cell fusion ☆ wen junhui x gn!reader friends to something, the "there's only one bed" trope (0.5k)

there are two beds in this hotel room.

this is the conclusion you reach after a painful few seconds post-entrance of rubbing your eyes, blinking, then refocusing on the generous centimeter of space between them. no matter how many times you look, your beds are still engaging in a painful reenactment of cell fusion.

jun, unperturbed as ever, marches forth and dumps his bags onto the bed nearest to the door.

you think about going back down and asking for a different room, or for some furniture rearrangement, but you've already spent so much time in the lobby trying to check in that you don't feel like bothering. plus, you know that if you mention it, jun will huff and act offended all week.

it's decided then, you suppose.

you stare at the duvet while jun takes a shower, seated in the plush armchair by the window and soaking it all in. after a few minutes, he emerges from the bathroom, fluffing his hair with a towel then laying it on the floor.

before your eyes, he flops onto the bed, sighing in satisfaction. your lips curl into a smile as you watch.

after four slow breaths (you count, but it's hard not to, with the way his back rises and falls dramatically) jun shifts to look at you.

"hey," he calls in a whisper. "when are you gonna sleep?"

you open your mouth to say in a bit, but his pupils are huge, staring at you unabashedly like a kitten, or a cyclops, so you have no choice but to stand and shuffle over to to your side of the bed molecule.

as you climb beneath the covers, you hear him murmur a quiet "good."

"what are we doing tomorrow?" you ask, shifting so your arm can rest under your pillow as you face him.

"shua wants to go to this omakase place, i think."

you hum, letting your eyelids flutter shut.

"jetlagged?" he frowns.

"there's no time difference," you chuckle.

"tired, still." jun yawns into his shoulder, then continues, shifting a little closer. "traveling always makes me sleepy."

"a little, yeah," you surrender, and he clicks his tongue.

“give me your hand.”

after a pause, you do, because you assume jun is going to do something junhui-esque, like reading the lines on your palm, or measuring how far his fingers extend past yours.

instead, he laces his fingers through yours, letting your hands rest between you and squeezing every once in awhile. it's like this that you finally fall asleep, counting sheep and the pieces of sashimi you'll eat in the morning and the number of times his thumb traces softly over your knuckles.

so no, you and junhui do not share a bed.

but when you can feel the heat radiating from his side of the room; when you shiver at the unconscious brushing of his arm against yours; when your hands remain interlocked for the rest of the night.

when, in the morning, you catch him "accidentally" bumping into his side of the bed to nudge the two closer on his way to the bathroom, what's the difference, really?

˄·͈༝·͈˄ HAPPY JUN DAY!!!! i hope u all enjoyed reading!! somehow i'm so nervous posting this it's truly been a min but i've missed writing and u all lots! + not to self promo but please rb if u liked this fic and i'll see u soon w more :>

[hyunnows]

WHO YOU GONNA CALL? | TAPE #1

A series of tapes describing Namjoon's life since joining the Supernatural Investigation Unit.

PAIRING(S) | Namjoon x reader

THEMES | cop!au, x-files!au, ghostbusters!au, cop!Namjoon, cop!reader, youtuber!Seokjin, youtuber!Taehyung, ghosts, conspiracies, cryptids, the paranormal, and the supernatural are main subjects

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

RATING | pg

NOTE | im so excited for this series im ngl--not sure how frequently i will be updating yet but i think once every two or three weeks? I dont want to take it too seriously (especially since it will probably flop) but oh well... also i know i should have posted this before halloween but it would be too close to the release of 'a love so beautiful' and i want to try to release fics consistently again so i have to keep these a bit spaced out. any this was a new style of writing for me, so i really hope you all enjoy this <3 if you would like to join the taglist, feel free to rb, or reply letting me know--or you can check out my taglist form as well <3333 have a great day/night!

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“So how did it all begin?” A man in a dark suit looms over the metal table, his words echoing off the brick walls and two-way mirror as he adjusts the large camera.

A more timid man sweats under his stare, looking into the camera’s lens awkwardly. “Well, it was the day of my promotion,”

“You’re going to kill this interview,” the brunet mumbles to himself, fixing his tie for the third time. “You’re going to do great and get promoted. Then you’ll finally be a detective.”

He huffs as his tie becomes undone, reaching for one of his clip-ons instead before putting it back down. “You have plenty of time Namjoon, you can correctly fix your tie. A real detective wears real ties.”

He stares in the mirror, continuing to prepare himself. “I’m going to ace this interview. They’re going to like me, I’m going to be likable. Calm, put together, and ambitious—but not too ambitious, I’m going to be grateful for the opportunity. I’m going to get the position, and make mom and dad proud.”

“At least, I thought it was a promotion,” Namjoon almost sulks, arms crossing at the memory. 

“This isn’t a promotion interview, Officer Kim. You’re being transferred to the Supernatural Investigation Unit,” Chief Yoon sighs, leaning forward. “I’m sorry to have misled you.”

“The Supernatural Investigation Unit?” The suited man repeats, leaning toward Namjoon.

“Yeah, everyone called it the X-Files though, like the show.”

“Continue.”

“The thing is, we don’t really have the budget to keep the X-files up, but we don’t have enough to take them down either. I need you to debunk the work going on in there, so we can submit a legit request to get the unit removed.” Mr. Yoon’s voice rumbles out, the crinkles by his eyes appearing as he looks at Namjoon with a serious look. “Listen, if you get our evidence, and I’ll get you a promotion, deal?”

“Obviously I wanted the promotion, so I agreed.”

“Is that the only reason you were chosen to fulfill this job?” the interviewer asks, the same monotone voice filling the room.

“I wish, but it was because of my past,” Namjoon sighs, “I used to be really into ghosts. I wrote reports on it, took video evidence, documented everything so that I could find proof about them. Back then, I also had a YouTube channel with my friend–we were pretty popular at the time. Anyway, I ended up writing a book on it before deciding to leave it all behind to become a serious detective.”

“And are you a detective now?”

“No, look at me,” he gestures to the modified hazmat suit draped across his figure. “How many detectives do you know that wear ghost gear and thermal goggles?”

The interviewer looks at him, unamused and urgent for him to continue his retelling.

“I look up our old stuff and see that new copies of my book are for sale, and that the channel is still up and running–both with my name still on them. So I decided to track down my friend and have a chat with him.”

“Yah! I’m getting the door, stop nagging at me!” Namjoon taps his foot impatiently, hearing the all too familiar voice approach the door. “How can I help–Namjoon? What are you doing here?”

“Hey Jin, I was hoping I could talk to you about the book and the old channel.”

The older man nods his head in recognition, opening the door to allow the taller male in. “Have you seen how well they’re doing? The book is selling pretty well and the channel is blowing up pretty quickly these days,” he says, too enthusiastic for Namjoon’s liking.

“That’s actually my problem,” Namjoon starts, dodging all the odd equipment and supplies scattered around Seokjin’s floor. “I’m sorry, what is going on here?”

Seokjin motions for Namjoon to follow, walking into the nearest door to the left. Upon entering, the cop is met with a makeshift lab filled with beakers, random devices, steam, and many other chemicals Namjoon can’t imagine to be safe. Not to mention one slightly tidier corner of the room with a camera facing a small desk, a corkboard up behind him. Namjoon immediately recognizes the set-up. “This is where we’ve been operating from recently.”

“We?”

“Oh, right. I have a new partner, give me one second,” Jin sticks his head out of the room, inhaling a large breath and bellowing, “Taehyung!”

“Stop yelling!” A younger guy grunts as he enters the messy room.

Seokjin grins, “This is Taehyung, mechanical genius, and my partner.” Taehyung gives a small smile and wave, removing Jin’s arm from his shoulder with a shrug. “Back on track though, what’s going on, why are you here?”

“I need you to erase me from those videos–take them down, even. If you really need to keep them, private them. The book too, I want my name off of it. They’re ruining my life, they’re–”

“Haunting you?”

“Really?” Namjoon groans, a dour expression on his face at the attempt to joke. 

“We argued for a bit, and he refused and pried until he found out about my transfer. That didn’t make anything better for me.”

“How so?”

“Instead of understanding where I was coming from, he just kept telling me how ‘this was my chance to live my dream’.” He deflates a bit. “When we were kids, everyone made fun of us for being the ‘ghost kids’. Even our teachers, parents, and everyone thought we were crazy. I remember my mom telling me how she wanted me to be normal so bad.”

“I take it you come from a not-very-accepting neighborhood?”

“Not at all. Those people didn’t like anything abnormal in the slightest. You should have seen how happy everyone was when we left for college,” Namjoon laughs dryly. “It was really messed up for some dorks like us growing up.”

Namjoon straightens himself in the uncomfortable metal chair. “We both wound up going to college together, I took criminology, profiling, and forensics. He took a medical path, with a few courses in human behavior and psych, I think. We were in a robotics club in high school and took engineering for a bit before dropping the class.”

“During college, we still made our videos and stuff. We made the book then too, 300 pages of paranormal bullcrap we put together over a few years. Because of our educations, we considered ourselves to be a pretty credible source for the paranormal.”

“Why did you stop?”

“I got tired of being seen as a joke. I wanted to be important,” his face is void of any emotion as he recalls the day he told Seokjin he would be leaving for the police academy and packed up his things. “So, I joined the police force. I did a few years as a mall cop, then started getting assigned more important cases and assignments slowly. Then one day, I was getting ready to be Scully to somebody’s Mulder.”

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[nautilusopus]

seeing u rb lots of dunmeshi. do you have any dunmeshi thoughts

i actually started reblogging stuff from it before i'd ever read it just because it was all over my dash and it looked neat by itself (and also people kept mentioning "hey this is just like the thing you wrote" so i got shown a lot of it anyway lol). started reading it a couple weeks ago even though i've had a bunch of the major spoilers revealed just via dashboard osmosis, and it's really good so far. haven't watched the anime yet. (also at random i read some later chapters too, i think the ones with the dumplings and the stuff after)

thoughts:

contains my exact brand of pedantry and wondering how exactly some classic rpg mechanics work except for once when you actually stop and dig into it it's not stupid and in fact very good and has something to say besides "durr hurr look at me i'm so clever for thinking about videoed game!" on paper this series is everything i'd hate but it really does go to show execution is everything.

also love to read something where i have trouble picking out a favourite character. might be chilchuck? everyone's great though. i'll probably change my mind next week again

i feel like people overstate how present falin/marcille is and are gonna wind up setting other people up for disappointment if they try and market it like that

and related people are reluctant to engage with the fact that she's there to do fucked up forbidden magic that's what she's there for! it wasn't a desperation move that's why she's in the dungeon! let her commit crimes against nature for HER own satisfaction GOSH

i fucking love making Food Mistakes and it got me back into cooking. i've made so much goddamn stew since i started reading. too intimidated to try anything with dough for now. botw and trails in the sky did this to me as well, just started cooking stuff irl every time i unlocked an in-game recipe

good so far and from what i know about it i expect it to stay that way.

[sparklecinnamonbunny]

Qwispy!

Your OC accidentally helped a mob boss change a flat while transporting a corpse and was rewarded with a "favor." They then find themselves in a position where they need to make that call. -What is the situation and how bad does it have to be to make that call? -Is it a successful mission or does it require a few steps to complete? -What if the mob wont let your OC go afterwards? Is your OC willing to make peace with that fact or find a way out of it?

This one got away from me I'm not gonna lie. It's close to 2000 words. I'll RB this with the AO3 link once I post it over there. This prompt was *perfect* for my old RP character, so I couldn't help putting her (and her right hand man) in as supporting characters.

Under the cut: Envy Greenberg's Dance with the Devil.

Skid Row, Los Angeles, California - 1989

Envy turns the bolt and yanks on the front door to make sure it won’t budge. Another late, hectic night on the books. Running a bar (especially a dive like Cobalt) is simultaneously the most rewarding and most frustrating thing she’s done in her life. The day that she doesn’t have to get physical with a customer will be… well, probably the day she opens another bar.

She does another sweep and lets herself out the back. Go home. Sleep. Eat. Do it again. Before her keys are out of the lock, she sees a car rolling up in the steel door’s reflection.

“I know you ain’t bouta rob me right now…” she mutters, popping the door back open and grabbing her nail bat from inside. Won’t stop someone who’s really hurting for cash, but it’ll make them think twice about it. Envy locks up again and slowly walks out into the lot, bat at hand.

A long, black sedan sits in the middle of her parking lot, tilted down on one side. Flat tire in the back. The driver steps out and stares. Tall white dude, medium build. Nice suit. Either a Family man (and she thought she left those on the East Coast) or an important cop. She’s not sure which is worse. If it’s the former, she could probably take him if he’s not carrying. The latter would just take a while. Probably want to see her paperwork. Then he’d want a drink. She’d be lucky to get home before the sun’s up.

Her keys jingle when she moves. He whirls around. “Hey! You work here?”

“We’re closed.” Maybe if she keeps it short and doesn’t stop walking, she can get out of this.

“I don’t want trouble. I got a flat, was wondering if you’d help a pal out. I can make it worth your while.” The only thing that’s worth her while right now is her bed. Envy keeps walking. “Didn’t I see you at that protest last month?”

“No you didn’t!” She calls over her shoulder. He thinks he’s real slick, huh? He didn’t see her if she was there, that’s for sure. There might not be that many big black queens with battle vests and locs this side of town, but this one kept her damn face covered.

“Listen!” He exclaims as she reaches her trunk. “I got friends in high places and no spare in the trunk. You help me with this, I’ll scratch your back one day. I promise.”

“Here’s some help: There’s a pay phone down 6th. Call your friends. Or a tow.”

“This isn’t the kind of thing I can trust a tow with. Please. I'm good for it.”

Against her better judgment, Envy puts her spare on the mobster’s car for $20 and a phone number scrawled on an old receipt. The guy vows over and over that if she calls, he’ll help her, but she’s not counting on it.

Hollywood, Los Angeles, California - 2006

Envy pushes up her reading glasses and rubs the bridge of her nose. Agreeing to add playrooms to her new goth club sounded like such a good idea from the outset. Club Hedonism’s been looking for a place to run secondary events and host meetings during their more ‘controversial’ events (looking at you, Willy’s Wild ‘n’ Wet Watersports Week), and it seemed obvious to offer Midnight up.

Unfortunately, the City of Los Angeles has decided to fuck her instead. The building changes she’ll have to make in order to accommodate the playrooms have totally changed the scope of the project. For once, it’s not a money issue, thanks to Hedonism’s contract and her new submissive’s insistence to help— She needs to get new permits before any work can continue, and the city’s not budging.

She starts to punch in the submissive’s number (Isn’t her brother Dethklok’s manager? Maybe she can get a referral for a better lawyer. The one she’s got now hasn’t done shit), then stops, pulling a crumpled receipt out of her desk drawer. That’s right, the time she changed a mobster’s tire. Well, if the guy’s still alive, maybe he can pull some strings with the city. That’s what they do in the Family, isn’t it?

After two rings, a woman with an alluring voice answers. Envy almost hangs up at her Hello? but figures there’s no harm in trying.

“I’m looking for a Rob Muratori?”

Her tone drops instantly. “How did you get this number?”

“He gave it to me after I changed a flat for him in ‘89. I understand if—“

She gives a world-weary sigh and says, “You’re lucky he’s here. Hold on. Rob, vieni subito qui!”

They shout back and forth in Italian for a moment, then Envy hears the telltale sound of a phone being handed over.

“Hey, this is Muratori. No funny business or I’ll find ya!” He laughs, but it’s clear he’s serious about it.

“You might not remember me. I changed a flat for you outside a dive bar called Cobalt in 1989. You gave me this number and said I could call you for a favor.”

“No, I remember you,” he assures, warm tone not quite hiding the menace beneath. “You’re Envy, right? Envy Greenberg. Last weekend, you hosted a rope tutorial at Club Hedonism.”

Envy holds her hand over the phone’s receiver and murmurs, “What the fuck?” to herself before bringing it back to her ear. She replies weakly, “Yeah, that’s me.”

“Cool, just making sure I got it straight. What can I do for you, Envy?”

“Do you know anybody that could help me get some permits through the city? Zoning’s blocking my new club. I didn’t really know where else to turn.”

“As a matter of fact, I do. My uh, friend that answered the phone is real good with contracts. She can grease some wheels downtown and get your project back on track.”

She should be glad it’s working out, but she feels like she’s signing a pact with the Devil. Envy forces a smile into her words as she replies, “Great.”

They make plans for his lawyer-friend to meet her at Club Hedonism the following weekend, as it turns out she’s a member. Envy books them a room. Some things are best discussed in complete privacy. Before they get off the line, Rob makes sure to tell her not to invite anyone else along. It kills her plan to invite her new submissive as buffer before it can crawl.

She waits in the negotiation room for what feels like an hour, jittering her knees until they might bruise. When Muratori’s friend finally shows, she’s not like any lawyer Envy’s ever seen. The lingerie is typical Hedonism fare, but she struts on platform heels like she just got off the pole. Let alone the Az-worthy blue hair. In fact, she would’ve asked her to leave if it weren’t for the gangster rose tatted on one of her arms and the hard look on her face.

“I trust you brought the paperwork,” she says in lieu of introduction. Her voice is back to sultry, but it doesn’t have the same effect now that she can hear the criminal underneath. She’s the sort of fierce beauty that Envy’d normally go silly for. It isn’t getting her blood pumping this time.

“Yeah. Plans and stuff too, in case you need to double check I’m applying for the right zoning permits.”

“That won’t be a problem. Rob’s taking care of my retainer for this, but I do still need you to sign a few things.” She sniffles a little. She bets she knows where that retainer’s going.

“For sure.” It would’ve been nice to have Sunday here, if only to make sure she isn’t signing herself into a corner. That’s probably why Muratori insisted she meet the lawyer alone. 

She learns the woman’s name through the paperwork, at least. Darian Ambrosia. Envy would prefer to take her time and read everything over, but Darian’s piercing stare makes her rush. Steel grey eyes follow her every movement. Envy starts to sweat. Stiletto nails drum the table with coked out impatience. Envy reads a little faster.

When they finish, Darian softens those killer eyes and asks, “I try not to mix business and pleasure, but are you taking clients right now?”

Thank God for Sunday, Envy thinks and answers, “Not right now, I just took on a new submissive. It’ll be a while before I’m available for new play partners again.”

“I wonder if Ms. Mourning knows how lucky she really is. Let her know Rob and I are fans.”

“Uh-huh.” Damn, they’re gonna bring her subs into this? Guess it’s hard to get at her family when they’re all on the East Coast.

Despite the thug behavior, Darian and Rob are as good as their word. Envy only has to live with a pit in her stomach for three weeks before the permits go through and she’s back to expressing her stress with a sledgehammer. She stays glancing over her shoulder, though. A few years later, the other shoe drops.

Las Vegas, Nevada - 2010

The downturn hits Turquoise the hardest of her establishments. Figures. Vegas is not quite as recession-proof as Hollywood, and a decrease in tourists means a decrease in money all around. She’s having the opposite of a pleasant vacation. Laying off a bunch of cocktail waitresses isn’t her idea of a good time. Doing it in person with severance is the best she can do, and even that’s not as much as her girls deserve.

All this to say that by the end of her tear-soaked, chlorine-scented day, Envy’s feeling rotten to the core. All she wants to do is get in her car and spend the five hour drive back to LA shouting along to old Misfits CDs, but God has something else in mind. 

There’s a couple in dark suits leaning against the car next to hers. Darian’s hair is platinum blonde now, but she can’t miss the gunslinger’s glares on her and her companion’s faces.

“Mr. Muratori, Ms. Ambrosia. Enjoying a weekend getaway?”

“Something like that,” Rob Muratori agrees, flashing his killer’s grin. “Get in the van.”

“I’m good. I got a long drive back to LA, and my submissive’s waiting on me for an appointment.”

“That’s interesting, since the news won’t shut up about Nathan Explosion proposing to her at Paris Disneyland,” Darian drawls, checking her manicure. The tattoos have crawled down to her hands now. Between those and the hungry look in her cheeks, Envy doubts she’s been doing much legal work lately.

“Ms. Greenberg, it’ll be easier for everyone if you come along. Your car will still be here when you come back.”

Rob’s reassurance does little to soothe Envy’s nerves. She didn’t want to get mixed up in this to begin with, and she’s not going to do favors back and forth with them forever. He’s skinnier than she remembers, too. She stands firm. Might be able to take him on if he tries to grab her.

He shifts to put a hand on his hip and Envy catches a glimpse of a pistol inside his suit jacket. Never mind, she’s going along for this one. “You promise I’ll be home in time for dinner?”

“If everything goes like it should, I’ll make you dinner myself. You like Italian?”

“Who doesn’t?”

It turns out he needs her as backup muscle for a deal. She stands at a door with a gun on her hip while Rob and Darian ‘convince�� a debtor to pay up. No blood is spilled, yet she feels filthy once they’re done. She’ll be scrubbing herself raw in the shower tonight.

Rob’s pleased with the results and promises Envy another favor. She silently vows never to be down bad enough to take it.

[sea-jello]

BMCBLR ANNOUNCEMENT AGAIN !!READ THE POST THIS IS IMPORTANT!!

remember the last day for the auditions sign up form is april 30th!! you can resubmit it if you change your mind on the character youre auditioning for, but please specify it is a resubmission. i will not be taking any more responses on may 1st. actual auditions wont open immediately, it will be in a couple weeks

however we will be starting in other departments soon! so if youre not in it yet please please PLEASE join the discord server. this is the final call. if youre not in it by may 1st im assuming youre not participating. (edit i was an idiot back then i think i was trying to scare you into joining thats my bad. join whenever you want) and if you have to be on do not disturb check your pings every once in a while i dont want to chase you down every time we need to get something done. if i cant reach you youre not doing it and ill find someone else. if you wont be able to respond/do something due to time and life and whatnot please just tell me!! i dont want to be waiting on you for a response. checking my phone every 10 minutes makes me look addicted you know

ive seen some people say they want a major role or nothing, or theyre willing to get discord only if they get a major role so ofc this doesnt apply to you guys. ill tidy the server up when i have time/when we start so tomorrow or the day after, but yeah excuse the all-over-the-place-ness

speaking of final call i dont want to go through every form searching for your @ to tag you every other day so please go follow @bmcblr-remake or turn notifs on or something cause there will be announcements and audition forms and stuff on there but rn its completely empty lmao. i will be sending the important stuff to the discord server so you dont HAVE to follow it but yk

this will also probably be the final time i post about official bmcblr stuff on here so if you followed me just for that go follow @bmcblr-remake get outta here

im literally tagging every single person who wants to participate regardless cause were gonna get this shit GOING

@gay-stranger-things @mynameismicah-getitright @itsjustjo78 @homo-phoneic @happistar @bbopit @thesquirrelqueer @neotheater-kid @antisocial-headphones-kid @radrat-with-a-tophat @astrellanyx @alveolion @dragonairice @kaslynspeaks @a-family-of-rats @feathertail11 @fic-recs-wanted-broadway-needed @mr-sh0wtime @spiirals @olliefeelsthings @preposterous-proposal @alsbullshit @lokibuni @ponfarrtimeatthevulcannightclub @pumakittycat @merf-txt @quiznak-ofgrayskull @keycr0w @jeremy-does-stuff @greenes-artdump @swagcoolcat @eryan-lainfa @thetheatergremlin @iheartspongebob @99dentay

apparently it wont let me tag 70+ people so the rest get to be in a rb LMAO

[void-botanist]

Wrapped Scenelets No. 63: chill

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 63, Ventura Highway by America & George Martin.

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“Man, I think you need to get out of the city,” Niran said, offering him a hand.

“I think you need to get out of the city,” Sheri said, taking their hand to jump down from the too-tall retaining wall he was sitting on. Hitting the sidewalk jolted his ankles, but he kept walking alongside them, hands in pockets.

Niran shrugged. “Same difference. I’m not gonna leave you here.”

“Where are you going?”

“The coast. It’s too cold to swim, but I found a little cabin near the water.”

“Have you been to the seaside before?”

“Oh, yeah. Not as much as I’d like, but I used to go down to the beaches in Posimar with my parents every once in a while. Have you?”

“Only once, in Arameunen.” It had really been Keearo’s trip, but he’d touched the ocean.

“Well, in a week, you can say you’ve been twice,” Niran said. Oh, right, the long weekend on the other side of the assignment he was avoiding.

“So what are you going to do there if it’s too cold to swim?”

“Whatever we feel like. There’s a town not too far away that we could go see, woods to walk in, and I mean, I like just sitting and listening to the waves. Plus, it’s only four days. That’s not enough time to get really bored.”

Sheri stared at them until they stared back. “Niran, have you met yourself? You get bored waiting for your kettle to boil.”

They grinned. “I’ll have board games. And books. And who knows, maybe the place will be haunted.”

“If it’s haunted, I’m not going.”

“If it is, think of the stories you can tell your betrothéd.”

Sheri steered into them just hard enough to make them veer sideways a little. They laughed, and he smiled while pointedly not looking at them. The betrothéd joke had never been funny, but it felt familiar and affectionate now. He wasn’t going to laugh and let them win about it, though.

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Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

Sheri taglist: @kk7-rbs

[allpromarlo]

since the important part of you (my mutuals) asked, here's rose oc wank: nfl edition

this is gonna get a lil unrealistic and of course if you (for some fuckn reason) have a problem with ocs for a real life sports league then GET OUUUTTTTT

n e ways

so i already spoilered some of the things this peculiar group of Sad Wet Men have to offer but i wanna start with the running back or as i (the name generator i ran through 437 times.) called him, duane cameron. he's a rb who got drafted in 2011 in the 2nd round bc i just can't let go of my senior citizens (terms and conditions apply i KNOW 34 isn't old) to the panthers. i don't know if they were actually in need of a rb at that time but fuck it they have one now and he's gorjus.

he's known cam (1st ovr pick yannooooo) since high school (after moving away from canada...but that's a whole thing i don't even wanna get into that) and when they got drafted to the same team cam was more enthralled by it than duane but hey he'll have to live w that now. no eli manning shenanigans you are STAYING THERE

n e ways he played for the panthers for a couple seasons and he was always in the top 10 rb conversations (from 2012 onwards bc the only thing people remember him for in 2011 is getting batista bombed by jj watt). he won opoy in 2014 for the first time and repeated in 2015. yk what also happened in 2015.

bc i am chronically living in the past and i'll never stand for the injustice that was dealt on that particular day in 2016, of course my 6'7 babygirl (don't question the dimensions. just Don't.) was the missing piece to the panthers super bowl and they do win that shit fuck you and your big ass forehead peyton. duane also wins sbmvp bc of his outlandish 377 yard performance (I FUCKING WARNED YOU) but you could expect that

n e ways after an easy repeat in 2016 (julio i wanted you to have this so bad but...the Narrative) and some drama in 2017 (mainly due to cam making the bail for no fucken reason) my boy finally hung up the boots in carolina and signed with the ravens because i am a biased little fangirlie and i want my team to have everything. he won the chip in 2019 w the murder birds and maybe sorta somewhat did it again in 2022 but shhhh

n e ways this was a LOT for just one guy and trust me he's the only one with that much history. movin tf on

so in my last post i did mention a 2nd oc who's a social experiment. well his name is ansis knight (that was NOT my idea btw i asked my brother to give me a name for a cornerback and this is what he came up with) and he's a social experiment in the sense that he's literally german. like his dad is american and everything but the dude grew up in Heidelberg, schönste Stadt im Land.

as i said he's a cb & plays for the eagles as of right now and he's very. idk. he's a dumbass and he does things he shouldn't do a lot of the time but Never On The Field. on the field he's the most annoying little bastard (especially for qbs bc for SOME FUCKING REASON he's everything everywhere all at once and they can't escape him) and wrs have a burning hatred for him (so do i). but off the field he's just this very Peculiar Personality and nobody knows what his deal is except amon-ra bc out of all the wrs he bothers every week amon-ra gets the most of it. you can imagine how he reacted when he saw his week 1 matchup last season

not a lot of history on him bc he's still fairly new but i'll just say he's my weirdest saddest wettest football guy and i love him very a lot

AND NOW. FOR THAT MOTHERFUCKER THAT WAS PART OF THE FUCKING NBA OC POST (which is so outdated by now you don't even know)

cole grAnt.

i'll take away first that he's shrunk a bit (6'10 is ENOUGH, jfc) and he's an edge rusher now which means he's the biggest menace to society the world has ever seen. he was drafted by the colts in the 6th round after a solid college season (UNDERDOG STORY RAAAAHHHHH) but they traded his ass to baltimore (eheh. hey) after an...interesting 2021 season. let me explain por favor

basically, he was tackled pretty fucking hard at one point (however hard you can hit a 6'10 dude who's built like a fucking wardrobe) and hit the ground awkwardly. @ the beginning he thought it was just a concussion and bc it was right ahead of bye week, he came back the next game. in THAT game tho he collapsed on the field and when they did a scan on his ass they found that a blood vessel exploded in his brain which caused intracranial hematoma (inner bleeding in the brain for all you non googlers). my man basically died for a second and he didn't play another game afterwards, but in 2022 he came back w a vengeance and he made joe burrow's life HELL in week 5 (and the wildcard game)

i don't know why i went THAT hard on cole's injury i just thought that i was coddling these men too hard and needed one of them to SUFFER. i mean duane already did for the duration of the 2018 season but i needed PHYSICAL SUFFERING i needed there to be BLOOD.

anyways that would be all i hope you understand at least some of it goodnight goodbye

@heyitswolfman pls accept my humble offering + apology i had some bs to deal w today so this comes late <3<3 sawry

[northerngoshawk]

I posted 1,561 times in 2022

That's 827 more posts than 2021!

226 posts created (14%)

1,335 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@northerngoshawk

@chocomd

@flameohotwife

@itsmoonpeaches

@thinkingisadangerouspastime

I tagged 1,380 of my posts in 2022

Only 12% of my posts had no tags

#self rb - 348 posts

#that's my queue - 197 posts

#northern answers - 131 posts

#northern asks - 102 posts

#flameohotwife - 97 posts

#chocomd - 86 posts

#northern speaks - 84 posts

#aang - 61 posts

#itsmoonpeaches - 59 posts

#that's my q - 57 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#but it must be amazing to be able to write a fic that changes so many people's minds about a character and/or fill a hole in the fandom

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

where we’re meant to be

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Katara and Aang were captured. They escape, and this is how they did it. Complete with fluff. Rated T due to implied violence/torture. Oneshot.

She flinched as a wave of heat rippled through the air, searing her skin. She could hear the raging inferno racing towards them from behind, and in the corner of her eye she could just make out flames licking the walls. When she inhaled, she got a lungful of hot air and smoke and coughed, the raggedness grating heavily in her chest. Over the roaring fire, she could just make out the shouts of the guards as they scrambled to find their missing prisoners.

Keep going, she told herself. Don't stop. Don't let them catch you.

(don't let them take him)

Her breaths came in short, harsh pants as she hauled the unconscious form alongside her. His head flopped like a doll's with every jerking step she took, his body limp and heavy, warmth dribbling from his skin onto hers. If she didn't hear the ragged inhales right next to her ear, didn't feel the puffs of breath that stirred against her skin, she would've thought he was dead.

(he almost did die)

Don't think about it. Don't think. Just go.

Read more on AO3 or FFN

41 notes - Posted May 14, 2022

#4

see the sky and sea (and remember me)

V. soul (灵魂)

Story Summary: Sixteen-year-old Katara was about to partake in the most important ceremony of her life: a rite of passage through the human world as a dolphin. But then everything goes horribly wrong, and a boy sacrifices himself to save her. She brings him back to life with magic, but at costs not even she could've imagined. AU based upon the movie 大鱼海棠. Multi-chapter.  

Chapter Summary:

Just as Adlartok, Katara, and Sokka were growing in their own ways, so too were the storms plaguing the land. Downpours that once rarely lasted past two days could sustain themselves for weeks at a time. The rolling thunder booming overhead increased in intensity, and the roiling storm clouds had darkened to a near black that worried even the White Lotus. During one such stormy day, Katara had dashed towards her room after an onslaught of freezing rain disrupted practice with her mom. Automatically, she went for the spot where she usually Adlartok: a niche she carved out herself, placed down on the ground and behind the door so that when someone walked in, it would hide him. She got to her hands and knees and eagerly pulled out the bucket. But when she peered into it, all she saw was water. No. Panic slammed into her chest, knocking the air from her lungs. No. - When Adlartok goes missing, Katara and Sokka embark on a rescue mission.

read more on ao3 or ffn

52 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#3

The screenshots are real though so yeah if y’all are gonna go defending a liar then wow

Tell you and that artist you reblogged from- if Ian was “Federally Unrecognized” then how could the live action cast him without knowing and thinking he wasn’t indigenous? He lied ok

61 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

#2

Aang-centric & Katara-centric Fic Masterpost

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147 notes - Posted February 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Let’s talk about Katara.

Let’s talk about Katara, who had been born to a culture already decimated by the war and bloodshed and violence, who had been born the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe because the Fire Nation took them all.

Let’s talk about Katara, who had to watch her mother die to protect her, who had to watch her father leave with every man left in the tribe - and with him, many of those who were keeping the Southern Water Tribe’s cultures and traditions alive.

Let’s talk about Katara, who had to watch her own brother become obsessed with surviving and fighting, who pushed again and again and again to teach the younger children how to fight, until all that the tribe’s culture became is fighting and surviving.

Let’s talk about Katara, who had forgotten (and how everyone had forgotten) what it means to have fun until Aang arrives (“Don't you see? Aang's brought us something we haven't had in a long time: fun.”) because the war took that from her and her tribe and all they remember is how to fight and survive.

709 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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Yet another book rant...

I'm gonna be upfront about this, y'all. I have absolutely nothing positive to say about the book I'm gonna be writing about here. I had to read this specific book for school last year and bloody hell this book left me with mental scars. It was to a point where I just couldn't read a full novel for MONTHS, and I LOVE READING. I've only recently decided to pick up Stephen King's Carrie to try to start reading again. If y'all have seen one of my RBs this morning, I think you all know what book I'm about to talk about. If you value your sanity, then please feel free to skip this post and never read the book I'm about to talk about in general...

Last year, for some god forsaken reason, my English teacher made my class read Like Water for Chocolate. Now, none of us didn't expect what hell we were going to be exposed to, but right when we were reading the first few pages, we learned what we were in for. Next to nobody liked this book. It left everyone with mental scars and it didn't help that we'd have to reaccount the events of this hellish book in class FOR A GRADE.

Now, you might think I'm basically writing about a lil' creepypasta about the book that I made with how I'm describing the book, but I'm serious. I have no idea what caused the teachers in my high school to let us read this book, and frankly I'm suprised nobody stopped to question the book that, at least to me, glorifies some not-so-great things (the main character, a ~16 year old, decides to marry someone way older than she is and is perfectly okay with marrying the dude who flat out did... stuff to her, to say the least). Do they want us to get into toxic relatonships? What can I even get from reading this book besides PURE FUCKING ANGER because almost everyone in this book is a fucking dick?!

Besides me beefing with the morals of this book, the other bone I have to pick with this book is that it's a GODDAMN ACID TRIP TO READ. Case in point: towards the end of the book, the main character and her lover decide to do the dirty and the MC's lover fucking dies in the middle of it, leading for the MC to eat a bunch of lit candles to set herself on fire (not how candles work I think 'cause would the fire just go out once she are the candle) (she didn't drink any booze before doing so so yeah) and I guess causes A FUCKING VOLCANO TO BE FORMED ON THE HOUSE?! OR AT LEAST JUST A MASSIVE INFERNO THAT GOES ON FOR WEEKS ON END AND THE ONLY THING THAT SURVIVED WEEKS OF BURNING WAS A GODDAMN COOKBOOK?! I get that the book is in the realm of ✨magical realisim✨ but said ✨magical realisim✨ hardly has any effect on the plot.

My god... the fact we even had to read this book for class pisses me off 'cause like I said it's almost like they didn't consider the contents of the book it's almost like they were like "oh shit we need a piece of Mexican liturature that can show non-Mexican students what Mexican culture is like oh how about this random Mexican novel surely it's just about a girl learning how to cook or something". I could have picked a better book for this damn unit, and I will do so RIGHT NOW.

If the school wanted to stick to the Mexican repersentation route, I'd suggest reading Ghosts by Raina Telgemeier. Absolute hood classic. The Mexican repersentation in this book is pretty good (keep in mind I am the child of a Mexican myself) and it's something that I think would keep the attention of high schoolers 'cause it's a graphic novel and it's relatable. There's no confusing morals in the book, either, so it'd be perfect for this kind of unit.

If the school wanted to tackle toxic relationships, than oh boy I'm four parallel universes ahead of the school 'cause I ACTUALLY MADE A UNIT TAKING ON DOMESTIC VIOLENCE IN MY FRESHMAN YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL. Yeah! I made something talking not just about victims of DV and what they can do to get help but also talked about the abusers as well and how to confront that kind of situation! Anyways, I accompanied said unit with a good ol' book I read during a DV unit I had in 8th grade. Breathing Underwater by Alex Flinn is from the perspective of an abusive partner after getting a restraining order from his ex and accounts his journey to rehabilitation. The book shows what lead up to the restraining order, the effects something like that can have on the lives of others, and how abusive people become the way they are as the main character is a victim of abuse as well. I highly reccomend reading this book 'cause it's pretty good. The book also has a sequel called Diva from the previous MC's ex's perspective showing how she's moving on from that relationship and I really wanna get my hands on it.

But yeah those were my thoughts of Like Water for Chocolate and how I don't think it's the best book to have in a unit for English class. Or really how it's not a great book in general.

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Monaco unserious race overview

A very late race overview that beats the purpose of this being my first impression thoughts after a race. But this was a special one so you'll forgive me if I needed some time to be able to write words about it. So let's get right to it:

1. Ferrari

IT HAPPENED. I know it's been a week since it happened but I just couldn't find the words to do this earlier. I think that everything that needed to be said has been said by people way more articulate than me. All I have to say is I'm so fucking proud of him. We yap and yap and yap on here about him and we waste our words on how good he is and we cry and we scream and we get angry on race days and we cry some more but I just want to say it is all worth it. Last Sunday showed it was all worth it for him!!! I have never felt such joy in my entire life. And I'm proud of him. A CASA TUA CHARLES has been ringing in my head for a week and every time j hear it I Tear up all over again. It's... all just too much.

He was perfect. The weekend was perfect. He was faultless and he made it seem easy. It is not easy. He's just that good!!!! And I'm so proud of him.

Moving on, Carlos actually knows how to act like a teammate. It only took him 3 years but he got there. Good for him but he will not get praised for doing what he was supposed to anyway on this blog. He will however get me rooting for him on one (1) gp of my choice. Maybe his home race. Maybe when Charles is set to get an engine penalty. We'll see. I will choose.

2. McLaren

Oscaaaaaarrrrrrrrraaaaaaa Monaco podium for Oscar in his second race there I am so so so so so proud of him as well. He got better at tyre management, he did an amazing lap, he beat Lando on pure speed and he was so calm and collected through the entire thing. Knew when to push and when to give up. Just a super amazing race from him.

Lando was OK as well. But Oscar bear him fair and square. He was faster all weekend actually. The only time Lando will get praise on this blog is if I can't help it. Otherwise no words will be said. He was OK I guess.

So McLarens updates are strong on 3 circuits now. I'm really curious to see where this goes. Still think Ferrari have a better package overall but at least we can be sure to have some amazing battles up there with Ferrari and McLaren (and Max)

3. Mercedes

Ok so Mercedes were actually not that bad this weekend. I mean they were better than usual. And this is the second race in a row that I've said this. However I think its not gonna last. George did great, Lewis drove the car without complaining (mostly) all is good in the world of Mercedes. Except Toto Wolff, that guy still needs therapy.

Red Bull and the rest of the grid under the cut

5. Red Bull

Oh Maxie. Poor Maxie stuck behind George for 78 laps. And he needed to pee. And he didn't get to grab the chaist on the podium. I can just imagine how annoyed he was at this whole situation. And the car was bad? On top of everything? Poor poor Maxie. He will be back next race tho I'm sure of it. Can't wait to see his pretty eyes and pretty smile on the podium again in Canada.

I'm so happy Checo is OK after that horrible crash I was so scared when I saw the car like that. Thank god for the safety measures. And also thank god the photographers are OK. When I said last time that I had a feeling Checo would be mags next victim I didn't mean like this. This was too much. They deffinitely should have given him a penalty and not only because I want to see Ollie again. Checo also handled the whole situation with a lot of dignity. Good for him.

6. RB

Yuki crushed it once again. The guy is on a roll. I don't want to jinx anyone but WOW. YUKI. This entire weekend was Charles and Yukis on different sides of the field. I wish he had a chance for that red bull seat because he would be amazing in it. I don't want him to go to Aston at this point I'd rather he stay in RB than go to Aston. But for now I'm just enjoying his races and enjoying watching him because he is really amazing.

Daniel was there too..... I think

7. Williams

Oh what an amazing result for Williams. Alex got his first points, Logan had lots of firsts:

1. Outqualified a red bull (🥳🥳🥳)

2. Finished where he started (🥳🥳🥳)

3. Had one of the only 4 overtakes in the entire race (🥳🥳🥳)

4. Did all of it with the 2023 rear wing (🥳🥳🥳)

I mean for him this is equal to a win. Good job. Williams and James can go to hell for not being able to assemble a full car for him half of the races. An embarrassment to the sport. Williams can't afford 2 functioning cars and Andretti are the team that would bring nothing to the sport? Please. I'm ashamed yet alone them.

8. Alpine

PIERRE GASLY HAS A POINT AFTER ALMOST BEING TAKEN OUT IN A CIVIL WAR THIS IS NOT A DRILL 🥳🥳🥳🎊🎊🎊

Idk why but I am so happy when Alpine do anything this season. Maybe it's the underdog thing bc of the start of their season. I just like the drivers so much more now that they've been through it with the car lol. Plus their little French war of the baguettes is extremely entertaining. And the fact that the team has stopped pretending that they get along is even more entertaining. I love them they are comedy gold 😂😂 they were gonna punish Esteban by not letting him race lol. You can't tell me that's not a little funny.

9. Sauber

The only reason they are 9 and not 10 is because they finished the race. But they are sooooo slow. Like how can a team be so slow in a race where driving slow is better and one of your drivers holds the fastest lap for 90% of the race? I don't know. I just know that they managed it somehow. I'm sure Valtteri and Zhou were happy for the red flag tho, any race with no pitstops is a good race in their book. Imagine how dead last they would have been if there were pitstops. I cant it's too funny.

10. Haas

The horrors came and they didn't leave the Haas drivers. Although some of the horrors were their own doing. I knew kmags antics would end up badly one race no matter how much we laughed. The stewards deciding to not punish him goes against the very thing the point system was designed for. For drivers to not decide to randomly take out cars every other race in order to gain positions thus putting everyone around them in danger.

I know I always used to say I loved kmag this year but I was simply too scared when I saw Checos car like that and he was to blame for all of it and I'm still to recover for it. It stops being funny when people start getting hurt. That's that. (I know Checo was fine but a photographer got hurt and that's equally as bad)

Sorry for Hulk.

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I was gonna put this in the tags of my last rb, but actually let's make an original post for once. This one is about homeless people, or unhoused people. And it's mainly a vent(?) I'm not trying to say anything here.

I'm a uni student, and right now we're moving into the first semester. This means I am meeting a lot of new people who have just joined, or are in my new classes. In the space of one week, no less than four of these new people, who previously seemed okay, have thought it was normal and appropriate to try and befriend me by way of a joke about how awful people living on the streets are.

What??? The fuck????? Is this a new trend??????

Oh? That guy physically stood up and walked over to you and asked for money? Even though you didn't stop? And this is funny for you???

No!? That guy literally wants to stay alive. I get it if you're struggling yourself but it's still... not a bad thing. (Wtf?????)

And these are jokes! Jokes intended to make me like a person more! And they're not even high or even medium effort and the punchline is always the unhoused person themselves.

????

Maybe these are people who have never lived in a place with a lot of visible homelessness, maybe they're trying to wrap their heads around this new area of their lives. That's not even close to an excuse though.

I'm sorry, I'm just so bewildered by this behaviour. And the fact these happened so close to one another. One of them I'm definately going to see again and they're definately dead set on befriending me so I intend to speak with them about this tomorrow. I am most certainly part of the problem by not calling this behaviour out when it happens, and all I can say is that it came out of left field for me and I couldn't think of a response other than to remaind silent and look confused and probably a little disgusted.

These were also people who are likely to have faced discrimination if not specifically against them then certainly against a characteristic they possess. Maybe it's just the neurodiversity in me but I really can't see how anyone could laught like this at someone for something outside of their control.