#here you goooo the secret of my success

[born-to-lose]

Heyyy I have a question because you're the person I know with the most iconic concert experiences,,, how do you even get to meet those musicians without VIP packages and how do you handle meeting musicians you're attracted to/how do you stop yourself from getting attached and yearning for them in case you stay in contact?

I think if I met some of those band guys and thought they're hot, I'd forget how to speak or let something embarrassing slip 😭😭

Alright, get ready for the ultimate guide to meeting musicians at (small venue) concerts!

Regarding meeting them without a VIP package, I must say I'm incredibly lucky with my go-to venue because it's a very 80s Sunset Strip coded rock bar which books a lot of iconic (mostly glam) bands and many of them don't even offer VIP tickets (since I started going there, only two artists sold those and I bought neither). Most bands stay for at least some of the afterparty and before the show or between sets, you often see them outside the venue or running around in the corridor, so you may bump into them on the way to the bathroom because they're next to the backstage door (has happened to me several times), though in the latter case that's a brief interaction which could still be a basis for a chat later on.

My secrets are basically buying merch and approaching the musicians after the gig (they're usually standing outside, in the corridor or by the merch table) to ask if they could sign my stuff and then I just chat a little bit and follow wherever the conversation is going. You could even ask for a hug or they may hug you first. Either randomly as a thank you or when you say goodbye, whatever feels best for you.

That's also a good moment to ask for a photo, but frankly I forgot to ask at least four times (they only live in my memory). On this occasion, they often put an arm around you or even pull you closer and if they do that, you should pull them closer too and you can start flirting! Sometimes you just have to be bold and sort of match their way of talking, for example if they're a bit cheeky and flirty, play along and it should work. Having an alcoholic drink or two beforehand may also help if you drink, or you can have shots with them as you're talking as an enhancer. If you don't drink, you need to remind yourself you probably won't see them again after tonight and you need to take this chance to have a little chat without real consequences (I personally do both).

I try to get a spot in the front every time because it's easier for them to notice you during the show and hold the microphone in your face for a line, give you fist bumps, a sip of their drink, set lists, picks, drumsticks etc. If they don't voluntarily throw those into the crowd, you often need to ask when they're about to leave the stage because a lot of them forget the set lists, especially if they only have one or two and not a full stack ready in case people ask for them. But don't be pushy if they don't want to sacrifice their expensive drumsticks, there will be other gigs. Also, I pray you don't have aggressive girls beating you up for a drumstick standing near you. I've seen a bunch of them in action and was happy those weren't the times I caught something and had to defend it with my life.

Anyway, some musicians even approach you afterwards when they recognize you or are at least happy to see you coming to them, especially the lesser known bands. Even if you wouldn't have gone out of your way to meet them, you should talk to them a little, they turn out to be more fun that you expected, trust me.

All things considered, I find this a better way to meet musicians than through an official meet & greet because it feels way less forced and like they're only talking to you briefly because you paid them to do that. Plus, you don't have a line of other fans waiting behind you until you're finished and it's just more fun in general to meet them by chance and be able to have longer conversations with more privacy and without spending an extra €100.

The question about handling meeting musicians I'm attracted to is interesting because I'll admit I subconsciously tend to approach the ones I find slightly attractive rather than the unremarkable ones (or at least I used to), unless they're people whose shows I went to admiring them for their work, for example let's say if I'm a fan of Aerosmith but don't think Steven Tyler is hot, I'd still meet him given the chance because of his music.

I think it depends on what their "status" is, like if they're famous, you obviously have to restrain yourself but if they're down to earth and you can talk with them casually, flirting is fine if they go with it. I just recommend testing the waters and if they respond positively, you're free to continue. However, keep it mind you don't have to force a hookup after 10 minutes of flirting and more often than not it stops at kissing, so don't have too high hopes.

Also, if you know in advance that they're taken, be respectful and just have a normal conversation with them. Some will still flirt with you despite being in a relationship, in which case do what you're comfortable with. If you don't know if they're single, do what you want basically. It's not your job to stalk them beforehand to make sure they're single, it's their responsibility to be honest with you, though open relationships exist and their partner may be okay with them flirting with other people, but I'd rather not get into trouble with them.

I have had moments in which I was kind of starstruck (meeting Stevie Rachelle and also Taz Fagerström, but that was because he was the first musician I met) and forgot how to speak for a moment, it happens! You get used to it over time and figure out your line, though there will always be musicians you consider "out of your league" and think you can't start a conversation with them as easily as the Czech underground band with 700 followers on Instagram. In the end, they're people like you and me who really appreciate that people like their music and even like it enough to chat with them because that's absolutely not a given, sometimes I'm genuinely the only one approaching those musicians and it's a bit sad but also means there's more for me.

I actually stayed in contact with a handful of musicians I had met, even if we talk rather sporadically, but rule number one is literally "don't get attached". I recommend not developing romantic feelings unless you actually talk frequently and they're straightforward about it like asking you out on dates and you think it could work out (enough time off the road, living somewhat close with opportunities to meet them regularly etc), if only temporarily. Though even then I would be careful because you're rarely the only one for them, so if you're not fine with your partner cheating (whatever your definition is), a relationship with a musician may not be the best idea.

On this note, you should once again know their relationship status if you plan on pursuing them in any way and please do ask them directly in this case! It's much better than speculating whether they're single or not because they like to lie about that on social media, but if you're lucky, they'll tell you the truth when you ask.

You should also keep in mind they're often out of your league (as harsh as it sounds) so ideally, they'll make the first move as you don't want to seem like a desperate and creepy fan. They also spend a lot of time on the road, rehearsing or in the studio, which decreases your chances of quality time with them. Additionally, they tend to be older than you and at least at my age a too big age gap makes things difficult and many of them prefer people in their own age range (this is why I don't get bitches).

In conclusion, keep it casual and don't take it seriously. Just enjoy the moment without expecting anything to come from it. You'll be a lot less worried about what impression you make and if it could turn into something more if you just go there with the one plan to have fun!

I personally stop myself from getting attached by reminding myself that some things are better enjoyed from afar. Of course I love talking to these musicians, but 1) all of them taken (or the majority, I don't ask if they're not public about it), 2) they live too far away for a realistic hypothetical relationship, 3) they're between 10 and 40 years older than me, 4) if it ends ugly, you may get a diss track written about you and I'd much rather be a muse for the positive songs, 5) having dated a musician could ruin the experience of meeting bands in the future.

Important addition: some musicians are better as a type of buddy, but you should feel what vibe you'd rather have with them when you've talked for a bit. At least if you're out for that from the beginning, you save yourself the heartbreak.

[generic-whumperz]

OC in 3

Choose 3 pics to represent your OC

Oops, I got overly excited and made 10 three-picture collages

Omg thank you @mj-iza-writer for the tag! I am honored that I came to mind! 🥹

No pressure (& open to anyone interested!) tag: @rainydaywhump @eatyourdamnpears @clairelsonao3 @dresden-syndrome @lights-out-knives-out @snakebites-and-ink

| Aid Masterlist | Aid Character Sheet | Character Info

Soooo, I know I’m supposed only to pick three pics, but honestly, I simply cannot (I know, no surprise there). I have been wanting to do a vibe photo dump for The Aid (the Whumpee & title of the story) but have yet to do it (hello, my ever-expanding Pinterest boards), so I’ll take this chance to explore The Aid’s past phases he’s gone through (pre & post-Wyatt {Whumper #2}) and give some explanations because it’s a lot. However, I don’t know if explanations are necessary for this tag game, but I’m famously too much, so of course, I’m going to over-explain myself because of my crippling fear of being misunderstood!

Ironically, I call his time with Madame Eleanor (technical Whumper #1) his “Aid Era” because that’s when he becomes this character we are introduced to and currently know him as. Yet, this is the part of his life he is phasing out of. **Insert something-something about being haunted by your past.**

(In the current storyline, he is going through a succession of more changes, and his world is about to be turned upside down yet again, but I’ll hold off on showing those for now because they’re spoilers, and I have more than enough here!)

Starting from the top, here we goooo—

P.S. The people in these pics are not what the characters look like, this is simply vibes only!

Day 1

1. As soon as The Aid arrives at his new home, Madame Eleanor gets custom-made Gucci uniforms made for him that looks like this. This is his go-to everyday attire. (I spent too long looking at scrubs and hospitality uniforms on and off for over a month—tell me you like it and think it’s cool and sleek.)

2. He has a special built-in in his closet specifically for all his fancy, jewel-encrusted collars Madame Eleanor gifted him throughout the years, but this is what the facility's standard-issue collar looks like for his designation (Grand Servant: Domestic Aid).

3. His favorite Prada frames Madame Eleanor got him. (Wyatt later breaks them because he’s an asshole, leaving him straight up blind for several months).

Fancy Threads

Eleanor Sullivan was a Rich Bitch™️, so best believe she had her servant dressed to the 9s in designer fits when out and about or for Family events and the like. She may also put him in a butler uniform from time to time when they were hosting a party at their residence—which was often, Eleanor was known for her soirées. (To clarify, he’d still wear a collar even when dressed up, and all those attending knew who and what he was.)

The Host

He loved a good party just as much as Eleanor did! He likes serving and seeing people have fun and enjoy themselves (people-pleasing empath). He was known for his food displays and had a knack for creating a proper afternoon tea spread that garnered attention from all those present.

Speaking of Empath…

We can’t talk about him without bringing up his not-so-secret secret! Lil’ homie has a gang of abilities (telepathic empathy, hyper intuition, premonitions, and psychometry) just bubbling up inside him at all times. His relationship with himself and his sixth senses is complicated, to say the least—he finds them burdensome, yet he cannot function without them, despite how much he argues otherwise. It’s a whole thing, but for a certified Telepathic-Empath™️, he sure is dead inside (which only gets worse after Wyatt OFC).

*Sorry for the shitty upload quality of the Emotional Sponge, idk why it looks so bad!

Domestic Duties

Not only can he slap together the best charcuterie board you’ve ever seen and easily untangle Christmas lights, but he’s also a man who can cook, clean, and keep a house. What can’t he do?

Hobbies? Interests?

Don’t be ridiculous, he didn’t have time for leisure activities! But when he had some occasional downtime, he would spend an ungodly amount of it doing facials and grooming himself. He also loved to go to the spa with Madame Eleanor. As far as reading went, he wasn’t into novels, but he would occasionally peruse short-story myths and legends, old fables, or read picture books in funny voices to Eleanor’s grandchildren. Primarily, he’d like to read trashy magazines, comics, and cookbooks. But let’s be real, he considered cleaning, gossiping, and baking his primary hobbies.

RIP Madame Eleanor Sullivan

(She’s been dead for about a year and a half when they story picks up)

First and foremost—above everything else—The Aid was Eleanor Sullivan’s literal live-in medically trained caregiver, which is why she bought him in the first place. They had a very close relationship for five years, and he did everything for her. When she died, his world was shattered, and he took her death really hard. Wyatt was jealous of his Mother’s relationship with her servant from day one, which is where part of his animosity comes from. Quick note—Eleanor was a posh, vintage-Chanel-wearing Grandma and would never be caught dead wearing a bathrobe outside. Eleanor was Queen of being That Bitch.

Enter: Wyatt Sullivan

These pics are pretty tame all things considered, but after Eleanor’s death, The Aid is now in a World O’ Hurt and the subject of Wyatt’s drug-and-alcohol-fueled rage. The Aid went from a high-class servant loved by his Madame and respected by her friends, associates, and family (besides Wyatt) to a human punching bag overnight. The beef between these two runs deep and maybe Eleanor isn’t as innocent as she seems. Stick around and you’ll find out all the Sullivan family tea.

To: Wyatt

Just some memes directed towards Wyatt and The Aid being painfully aware of his shitty situation (I got too many of these and had to sprinkle some in).

Where We’re at Now…

Quite the fall from grace, wouldn’t you say? Our boy is currently bed-ridden and zombified while having the worst time imaginable. He’s drugged up, fucked up, and can’t move half of his body!

*This took me an embarrassing amount of time to assemble, but I went the extra mile because this doubles as a reference guide.

[emsylcatac]

Translation of the new Shanghai special trailer (22/03)

At this point I’ll just drop the date in the title because who knows how much more we’re gonna get LOL

Once again, this is a rough translation and I’m not sure of how to spell some of the names so I’m sorry if it’s incorrect but here you goooo!

Fei (??) in the street:

F: I would like to see people for who they are. Thinking of them as stories. Their small joys, they great happiness, their disappointment, their success… My name is Fei (?). Becoming my adoptive father, Un Shu Fu (??) made me the new guardian. From now, there was only me to protect the secret of the cave during the next enchanted eclipse. 

* * *

Car scene:

Marinette’s uncle: My most beautiful gift is your visit, Marinette, it makes me really happy!

* * *

Adrien in the streets:

The guys he meets: Hey! You wouldn’t happen to be Adrien Agreste, the famous model?

* * *

Back to Fei:

F: Being the guardian, I really have to get back the key. And for that, I need money.

Random bad guy: Fei… What treasure are you bringing me today…

* * *

Marinette & Fei running:

M: All of my stuffs have been stolen!

F: Follow me!

* * *

Chat Noir on his phone baton:

CN: My Lady, a French girl we know Marinette Dupain-Cheng has disappeared in Shanghai.

* * *

Marinette & Fei talking in the streets:

F: Why are you alone in Shanghai?

M: I had come to find a friend—

F: —Over here!

* * *

Chat Noir on the phone:

CN: If you have this message, come and join me I need your help!

* * *

Gabe spying on Marinette & Fei:

M: Why did you bring us here?

F: I have to watch over my father’s heritage. They took the bracelet my father entrusted me with!

M: Who are these people you’re telling me about?

* * *

Back with Gabe and his mafia criminal mallet:

G: The time has come..

* * *

Ladynoir on the phone:

LB: To tell you everything, I just saw an Akumas!

CN: What?!

Next scene HM does some weird magic with the bracelet:

F: It’s my bracelet!

HM: I’ve been waiting for this moment for now 15 long years!

* * *

Then stuffs happen:

CN: Cataclysm!

Idk who talks, a man but who? No idea: The power of the dragon is the most powerful of all!

[air-in-words]

My Sorting Hat Chats Journey

So, hi! I'm back!

I've been doing fun stuff off in the real world, but I decided to talk a little bit about my own Sorting Hat Chats sorting journey, and how it says a lot about self-acceptance, and how understanding who you really are can sometimes only come from being an active participant in life. Here we goooo...

The Beginning

So, my initial sorting was a Burnt Badger/Bird. This had struck me, because I'd never considered myself a Badger in ANY media. I was seen by my friends as a borderline loner, someone who didn't need anyone else. And yet, all the signs were there.

Looking back on my life, I've always migrated in groups, always looked for a nesting ground, and truly that's all I want. A place to nest, a place to rest, where I can feel safe and surrounded by people who love me. But, after a childhood filled with bullying, I found myself embarrassed of my bold face need for friends, and, for some reason, decided getting too close to people for too long was unwise, so I could probably never have a permanent home. And yet, I always found myself in these little "groups," little packs of people that all travel together.

I've always had these friend groups, where everyone knows each other, we all hang out together, and yet it always manages to eventually fall apart. I asked one of my friends how this keeps happening, and who keeps setting up these groups. She blinked sort of vaguely and said, "uh, you do." It was such a strange realization to look back and see myself as the "shepherd" I was, always creating a flock wherever I went. I had always been the spoke of my friend wheels, the only one that was friends with everyone, or actively tried to be friends with everyone. And I would attempt to hold it together, but it would always ultimately shatter, and I'd leave to find and form another. Family is important to me, and it isn't enough for me to bond with one person. I like for all my friends to be friends with each other, for us all to hang out together and enjoy each other's company.

So, although I still struggle, Burnt Badger came out on top, and I believe is still at the top to this day. I still search for belonging. I still search for family. And, yet, my heart seems to have no intention of unburning. Until recently, I had no idea why.

On the other hand, the secondary I received, Bird, seemed to fit like a glove, and was very obvious to me. I've been called the Encyclopedia before, I was made fun of for being caught reading the dictionary like it was a book, and I always seem to have a "fun fact" for every occasion. And all of this seemed to flow directly into me trying to use these facts and this knowledge to win people over, to get to see me as someone that could be their friend, or that I could be reliable as a member of their "group." So, Burnt Badger/Bird simply made sense. The reasons for me avoiding unburning my primary were irrelevant.

The Now

I'd been gone from this side of Tumblr for a bit, and decided to return on a whim. Saw @wisteria-lodge still posting as much as ever, and saw a lot of my posts had been passed around in the meantime (thank ya by the way) and decided to dive back in, because since then, so much of my life has changed. I've had certain people out of my life for a while that were a hindrance on my self-acceptance, I've moved out of my childhood home, and left a job I've had for the past 5 years. I've been forced to constantly LIVE, to make choices, actual choices, and have been offered the chance to be who I truly am, unapologetically.

So, I took the quiz again, curious if I would come up any different.

I got Burnt Badger/Burnt Snake.

This time, I was almost insulted. A flush of memories, of past feelings came to me, most of all the need to push back, to insist in exasperation I'M NOT A LIAR, as though I was tired of defending myself. As hard as I tried, I somehow couldn't seem to get Bird secondary to reappear.... at all. Which was so crazy, because before, that was pretty much all I could get.

So, I went to the experts, the aforementioned wisteria-lodge and @sortinghatchats .

I looked through the Snake secondary tags and found myself lost in memories I had pushed down, so far down even I couldn't find them, wracked with shame and a need to hide this side of myself, something I'd hidden so well I'd pretty much convinced myself it had never existed.

Being a Bird had always been a choice for me. I decided that was what people must want, becoming intelligent, knowing all of these things, showing off, that would make people like me. But, although I can devour books like nobody's business, and I tend to worry and whinge before every major decision, feeling unprepared, I would always find myself falling short of my own expectations. The amount of times I'd promised myself and others to create a plan and study hard, ultimately fail to do so, and then lie to everyone about it was astounding. My public image continued to be "air-in-words the smart girl" but my private image was still LIAR and FAKE.

I would still somehow get all A's. I was very good at remembering facts and excellent at taking tests. I always thought of them like little tricks themselves, meant to trip you up, but if you paid attention, you could figure out the patterns and be able to bluster your way through stuff you might not even fully understand. You can figure out certain words through context clues, and I was always very comfortable trusting my memory with little preparation beforehand. And yet, I still lied and told everyone I'd studied, at least as a child, before high school.

Math was what eventually messed me up, and sent my self-image whirling into the ground. My grades suddenly went from straight A's to D's and F's. My parents were aghast, what had happened??? I was so intelligent, so smart, such a good student. What had gone wrong?? And, although I never admitted it outloud to them, I knew the answer. With math, you can't trick your way out. You either know how to do it and give the right answer, or you don't. And I had never studied a day in my life, never practiced, never worked hard at all. It was my horrible little secret and math had outed me. It continues to out me, because rather than actually work at it and get better, I managed to keep my grades through high school afloat by leaning on my other grades and taking remedial math courses with a teacher who loved me very much and would let me off easy. To this day, honestly, I can barely count. I might actually have some form of dyscalculia, but I know that if I were willing to try a little harder I could get better. But, why would I do that, when this way works just fine? Just coasting through? But, again, no one could know. Not even myself.

Through high school, I began letting people in on my secret Snake, because being a "slacker" was suddenly cool. I still couldn't let my parents know, or the teachers, but coming clean about not being a keener was what earned me new friend groups. I wasn't some weirdo who actually studied all the time: I was a kid who maybe did 60-70% of my homework and slid by on my good memory and general interest in learning. And my reputation. My reputation was key to my success.

College would be the thing that completely threw me to the ground. There were simply too many sirens singing at me, distractions pulling me away from my work. I'd never looked less like a Bird than in college. I was always skipping class, always not studying, and in fact, would openly fail most of my courses. And I just didn't seem to care. I slid into what I guess must have been a sort of neutral zone, but I wasn't happy. The mask was slipping off and I needed out. I couldn't keep up this charade anymore. It was stifling, trying to be a Bird, going to college for a very Bird degree, surrounded by actual Birds, it was all very much what I didn't want. I wanted something less "academic," less, well, boring. Maybe more Snake like.

And, so, here we are. Currently dropped out of college, living in an apartment with my friend, away from my parents' prying eyes, and with a new job that I chose for myself. On the brink of finally understanding myself, and maybe accepting myself as I am.

My Badger primary is burned because of my Snake secondary. Because I thought I was a sham, a liar, a con, and I didn't feel like I deserved to have people close to me. Those traits are bad, and I was a bad person. No one should be tricked by me.

But, after reading some of the stories from the experts and other Snake secondaries, I found this crazy thought, that perhaps being this way isn't a bad thing. Maybe I'm not a bad person. Maybe it's okay to be who I am. Maybe I can use these "powers" for good, and they aren't inherently evil.

So, at least for now, I'm choosing to identify as Burnt Badger/Burnt Snake with Bird Model. Seeing how it feels to accept myself and not try and force myself to be who I think I should be, or who others want me to be (which is a Snake secondary thing in the first place. Lol!)

For Fun, Here's Some Crazy Actual Snake Secondary Things I've Done That I'm Trying to Be Less Ashamed of Now

When I was little, I used to make up crazy stories about things I'd done to seem more interesting. The one that makes me cringe the most is that my uncle has a statue in his backyard that comes to life and goes on adventures with me. My uncle DID have a statue in his backyard that I really loved but no, it didn't (and still hasn't) come to life.

Some of these, I can't explain, like this one, where I somehow had more than one teacher convinced I'd handed in every piece of homework before the one I was giving them the sob story about that day. I literally had a teacher look me in the face, tell me I'd been handing in my homework really well thus far and knew I was trustworthy, so they'd let me slide with no mark against me. Meanwhile, I had missed the homework for the past THREE WEEKS IN A ROW. I just smiled and let it go. Variations of this situation happened throughout high school and college. And, no, I had no good reason not to do the homework. I just didn't want to do it. Lol.

I usually live in the "neutral state" around my close friends, since I think it's disrespectful not to be straight with them, but I have had to turn it on to help them occasionally. One of my friends was having issues with an ex of hers, she was thinking that maybe she should go back out with the guh, and I had been my blunt, neutral self the whole time, telling her flat out that that was a bad idea. But, it wasn't working. "Neutral state" isn't like a Lion's forceful natural state, I guess. So, I decided I would have to push her in a certain direction to help her get through it. I told her she should go back out with him, and although she did sort of call me out for lying, knowing I didn't actually want that, I told her she should if she really think she should. The dude didn't last one date without showing his ass again, and she thanked me for making her do that. Lol.

Finally, at least for this list, my most prized shameful memory, is when I was taking an acting class in college. We were supposed to create a wordless scene as our final, and I hadn't prepared anything, so I just skipped the day we were supposed to do them. But, I decided to show up for the last day to see if I could still somehow pass. She's going through the grades, and looks up and asks me, "I don't have anything written down for you, I can't remember, did you give a performance or not?" I knew I hadn't then, but decided to give one now. I told her yes I had done one, don't you remember came up with a name on the fly. The same friend from the last story was staring at me like she was about to burst. She thought for a moment, then exclaimed, "ah, of course! Yes, I think I remember. I remember you'd done pretty well. What grade did I give you?" I hedged my bets and said A-. Lol. I had never been filled with more pride shame in my life.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Day 4: Pining / Attention

“If you were to look my way, I think my heart would just about explode.”

Day 4 of JustJadelentines2021!

[Day 1] / [Day 2] / [Day 3] / [You’re at Day 4!] / [Day 5] / [Day 6] / [Day 7]

JadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatmeJadepleaselookatme--Ah-HEM! Um... I mean... Leech mob family is a fun theory~

***Warning: Wish Upon a Star (Floyd’s Wish) & Floyd and Jade Birthday Suit Up! personal story spoilers!***

Imagine this...

Several wheelbarrows’ full of packages addressed to the twins arrived at Octavinelle every holiday. At first, Octa A was startled by the strange influxes of mail--but his concerns were often dismissed by his upperclassmen. Most notably, Jade would reassure him that the packages thanks to the Leeches’ “extensive connections” and “family ties”, whatever that meant.

The mob student tried not to linger on the meaning of those words too often, for whenever he did, his mind would wander into dark theories. Whichever corner of the deep, murky sea the twins originated from, Octa A didn’t want to be dragged there for asking too many questions.

So he closed his eyes and went about his work like the diligent employee that he was. The school year passed, and in turn, so did the holidays--and, as expected, the packages arrived without fail on each special occasion.

Then came Valentine’s Day.

“Wh-Whoah...!!”

Octa A’s jaw dropped at the sheer amount of mail unceremoniously littered across the floor of the Mostro Lounge. Boxes large and small were stacked as tall as him, wrapping paper of various patterns, glittery bows, and packing peanuts were scattered everywhere. One big mess.

Floyd say amongst the packages, giddily ripping boxes open, while Jade stood at the edge of the sea of mail, carefully inspecting the various packages.

“G-Good morning,” Octa A called out as he slowly waded through the mail, cautious about not stepping on anything. “What’s... What’s all of this? Th-This is a lot of mail--even more than usual.”

“Oya. Good morning to you as well, Kon-san,” Jade replied with a polite wave. “Bright and early for your shift, I see.”

“Ahh? It’s Konbu-chan!” Floyd cried, wearing a toothy grin. The eel excitedly waved to him, hailing the mob student over. “C’mere!”

Oh, thank Neptune, Octa A thought. He had caught the brothers in good moods today. The last thing he needed was a grumpy Floyd or a passive aggressive Jade leering over his shoulder.

With a little less trepidation than usual, he tip-toed over. Octa A just narrowly missed dirtying a discarded bunch of blue tissue paper before he reached his upperclassman.

“Hold your hand out,” Floyd commanded, his smile stretching.

“O-Okay...?” Octa A obeyed, unsure of what to expect.

“Here you goooo!!”

Floyd dropped something brown, warm, and sticky into the mob student’s palms. Octa A jumped at the strange sensation, his thoughts racing to the conclusion that it was something unsanitary--but when a sweet smell hit his nose and Octa A immediately knew it was chocolate.

“I don’t want it, so you can have it!”

“E-Ehhh?! Y-You’re just going to hand me a bunch of melted chocolate?!”

“Yup! Oh--you can have those too,” Floyd added, jabbing a thumb at a box by Octa A’s feet. “And this, and that... pretty much all of it, ‘cept the one from mom.”

“W-Whaaat?! Th-There’s no way that I can eat all of that...!!”

Jade’s laughter cut in, interrupting the conversation. “My, my, Kon-san. There is no need to fret. You need not consume all these sweets. Feel free to dispose of them as you wish, if that is what you think is best.”

“Th-Throwing them out is just as bad as giving them away!!” Octa A cast a sympathetic look at all the packages. Some thrown open, their guts spilling out, and others left totally untouched by their intended recipients.

“Oh? Whatever do you mean. Please, do enlighten us.”

“Tch. You gonna lecture us, Konbu-chan? This oughta be good.”

“What about... What about the feelings of the people that sent them? If they’re all Valentine’s Day gifts... s-some of them must be confession or friendship chocolates, people pining for you. Y-You can’t just throw away their feelings like that...!!”

The twins exchanged glances with one another, then collectively stared at Octa A. Floyd started first, his slow and steady chortle becoming increasingly raspy and unhinged. Jade followed suit, his gentlemanly chuckle twisting into a composed, yet cruel laugh.

“Wh-What’s so funny?”

“I simply find your naivety fascinating, Kon-san,” Jade replied with a grin. It seemed grossly out of place, given how he had laughed mere moments ago at the notion of discarding emotions.

“We don’t need to accept everything that’s thrown our way, you know~” Floyd cackled, flicking a wrapped truffle across the room. It hit the wall and ricocheted under a table. “Especially when we know all this junk’s from kiss-ups that wanna make it big.”

“H-Huh?” Octa A’s eyebrows knitted together. “What do you mean...?”

“Floyd.” Jade’s voice took on a stricter tone than usual with his twin. “You’ve gone and said too much.”

“Ehhh? It’s fiiine,” Floyd insisted with a pout. “It’s not like any of ‘em will know! And they always do the same thing every year. It’s sooo boring!”

“I understand your sentiments--it does become rather troublesome for us to dispose of these chocolates every year. However, that is a time and place for everything, and this is not one of those times.” Jade’s eyes briefly cut to Octa A before returning to his brother.

Floyd rolled his eyes, shrugged, and returned to delving into boxes.

“Um... S-So what did Floyd-senpai mean by ‘kiss-ups’?” Octa A dared to ask--his curiosity getting the better of him.

Jade heaved a sigh. “... If you really must know, Floyd and I are quite ‘popular’ back home in the Coral Sea. This is due, in part, to our father’s rather successful business enterprise. There are a number of his partners and associates that wish for what the Leech family has.”

He gestured to Floyd, who was still wrestling around with the packages. “Thus, they often attempt to curry favor by sending gifts. The hope is to soften us up to them--but many of them, I suspect, are aiming for a far greater long term prize: our hands in marriage, and therefore near unlimited access to the resources and power that our father wields.”

Octa A paled. Already, he could feel his stomach sinking, and his body temperature turning chilly--as though he had just plunged into an icy sea. He was on the cusp of a dark secret--he felt it in his gut.

“O-Oh... I see... Ahahah... Y-Your family politics sound complicated, Jade-senpai, Floyd-senpai.”

“Indeed, they are.” Jade spoke quietly, his eyes digging into Octa A’s soul. Though the eel still sported a curve to his lips, his gaze lacked warmth. The light seemed to have drained from his irises, leaving them dull and frigid.

Sizing the mob student up--trying to ascertain whether or not Octa A needed to be blackmailed into submission--into silence.

“I trust that you would not dig deeper. It would be rather unfortunate if we lost one of our treasured employees.”

Octa A gulped, nodding vigorously to confirm an unspoken promise to Jade. Then the first year scrambled to make small talk, to change the topic, if only to avoid his vice-dorm leader’s dreadful stare.

“I-It does sound annoying to have people always trying to get your attention. I-I’d just want to live a quiet, peaceful life not getting noticed by too many folks... That way, I can just do what I want.”

“That sounds sooo nice!” Floyd chimed in from the floor. “It sucks when other people try to tell you what to do or how to be, or tryin’ to get you to act how they want! Like, if I’m gonna do something, I’m gonna do it cuz I wanna, not cuz someone else wanted me to.”

“I-I guess...?”

“Ehehe. Konbu-chan gets us! So you’ll take all the chocolate off our hands, right? Riiiight?”

“E-Eh?! I-I mean, I can if it really troubles you so much, senpai--”

“Great! I knew we could count on you~ Here, here, take it all!!” Floyd leapt to his feet and began piling box after box in Octa A’s arms, despite the melted chocolate pooling in the mob student’s palms. Chocolate smeared on the bottom-most box, and Octa A yelped.

“W-Wait...!! P-Please slow down...!!”

“Fufufu. Thank you for your assistance,” came Jade’s voice. Octa A couldn’t see him, since a bunch of boxes now obscured his line of sight, but he was sure that Jade was smirking.

He caught a flash of movement in his periphery. Jade emerged on his left, his olive and gold eyes narrowed--and his mouth, lined with sharp teeth, folded into a perfect smile.

“Did you know, Kon-san? Many people would kill to be in the position that you are in... being able to so casually engage with us on a daily basis,” Jade chuckled, granting the mob student a pat on the back. “Octavinelle is very fortunate to have our full attention, don’t you agree?”

“Y-Yessir...”

[readbythestarlight]

c2e134

Back to the Nordverse

LMAO WHAT

he can’t even say his lines I’m wheezing

This is so stupid I love it so much

If you’re gonna steal free pizza it should NOT be Dominoes

That’s a Domi-No

This is so good

[[MORE]]

Here we goooo

Soon now

Soon the boss fight will commence

OMG THEY CHANGED THE DRAGON IN THE INTRO TO AEOR/THE NINE EYES

Still so proud of their first truly successful trap

I’m glad they’re planning to rest

Oh shit so they’re okay??? They survived mostly holy shit

DAGON’S ALIVE HALLELUJAH

Oh wait tho I just saw someone suggesting

"That was their warning that the Tombtakers are coming"? They already warned him of that

Essek are... are you lying?

Something huh

Now is NOT the time to poke the badger y’all

STOP

Listen listen listen

Why are we still wasting time

NAT 20 WOOO

why are we still wasting time when they should either be resting or

Idk I know they’re getting info here but before this it was just more wasting time and usually the "let’s push every button" is funny but it makes NO sense here

"I should meet some new people—you’re all great but I should meet some new people."

Um

UM??

Yetis??

I’m glad they avoided that fight

Movement oh boy

Thank you Travis/Fjord for being the voice of reason here

I’m genuinely not one to be critical (no pun intended) and I’m always glad to see them having fun but this goofing off when they should be stopping the end of the world really kinda undermines all the seriousness and also all the somber "saying goodbye to our families" thing from weeks ago

Like any sense of urgency or concern has long since been lost is mostly my point I guess? Idk

Oh that’s interesting

Oh hi Essek popping up to check some magic stuff very nice

Thank you Jester for being the voice of reason here

Hi Charlie

The M9 will now die for you

A companion awwwwww

This distraction I’m suddenly down for

"I don’t trust it" lol Essek

Oh GOD y’all those rolls

Oh I wonder if he’s not allowed to say where the Ward is

I don’t like this and I’m thinking they shouldn’t repair him

Like maybe he’s programmed to defend so if they repair him he’ll attack in order to protect the secrets of Aeor

Too much Nothing here I don’t like it

Back up and rest y’all please

Security checkpoint bad

Something maaaaaaaad

Oh no

Oh god oh no

They do NOT have enough

Fuck

Okay it’s not so bad though

They’re just definitely going to have to rest

MORE beasts??

BABY NOOOO

Don’t hit my BOY

Are you okay hot boi

My OTHER boy NO

If there isn’t so much art of Veth yelling at the monster I’m gonna be disappointed

“My Kryn colleague” Caleb you mispronounced boyfriend

Sorry I’m kidding

Uh

FJORD

BABE

R U OKAY?

Oh NO babe

Essek: *intense* “Caleb are you alright?!”

Caleb: “No.”

Essek: “Me neither.”

Y’all I’m YELLING

I swear I’m not just here for the Wizard boys but they make me so SOFT

Smooth floor with a yellow and orange hue

Hmm okay... in a creepy laboratory okay okay sure

Interesting that Lucien didn’t seem to notice?

Or did he

Damn

I was hoping that the pendants were working for everyone but Beau and Caleb at least

Fuck offffffff Lucien

“I’m here to open a door. To take my reign, long may it be.” You BASTARD.

Like what the FUCK

What are the odds of him repeating almost exactly Beau’s farewell words for Molly

Seriously what the FUCK

[vanillawaiver]

i tried to figure out the enneagram types of dream smp characters

have you ever wanted to know the enneagram types, and therefore motivations and fears, of your favorite dream smp characters? that’s a rhetorical question. don’t answer. this post contains a quick explanation of the enneagram and an analysis for every included character. i’m just gonna put it all under the cut.

i’d absolutely love to hear your thoughts!

ENNEAGRAM EXPLANATION

a quick low-down on the enneagram, for those who don’t know:

the enneagram actually refers to a funky circular graph, numbers 1-9 on the outside that depict 9 different personality types. each type is adjacent to two other types around the circle (see image for clarification). the two types on either side are the possible wings for that specific type, a wing being an additional set of personality traits alongside the main personality type. an enneagram type is written as [type]w[wing]. for example, my enneagram type is 4, and i have a type 5 wing, so my enneagram type is 4w5.

(the lines through the inside of the enneagram won’t be mentioned in this post, but you can find more information on them online if you’re curious. i won’t link anything because links can be sketchy)

the nine enneagram types are mostly easily explained by their basic fears and basic desires. the enneagram is intended to explain the “why” behind someone’s actions, which is why it’s so hard to type someone else. you cannot get inside their head to find out their true motivations. however, today i am working with entirely fictional characters and not the content creators themselves, so i give myself a free pass. please don’t go around psychoanalyzing your friends or people you don’t even know and jumping to conclusions without their input lol

also all of these are just what i think ! if you (respectfully) disagree, i would actually love to hear your opinions - you are probably right and i am probably wrong.i don’t watch every stream or even know of every event, and my reasoning is probably weak at best. enough rambling, here we goooo

the grouping will be by type, just because… idk how else to organize this.

again, /rp /rp /rp ! i don’t know these ccs in real life and will not pretend to. i’m talking about minecraft roleplay.

(also, i didn’t proofread this. sorry fnjakdfda)

type 1: the reformer

principled, purposeful, self-controlled, perfectionistic

desire: to be good, to have integrity

tubbo - type 1w2

tubbo is a classic example of a type 1 being put into the worst possible situation for their current mental state. tubbo was the moral and sensical anchor for tommy’s more eccentric and self-centered actions, and they functioned as this duo UNTIL tubbo was made the president of l’manberg. tubbo’s more self-critical tendencies were amplified because his actions had so much weight. tubbo is quick to turn against and polarize those he sees as “evil”, making broad generalizations like “technoblade is wrong” and “tommy is good”, regardless of all the moral gray areas, and even changes his mind drastically between them as he seeks the right answer. (ex: exiles tommy, but then decides it was the wrong idea, and now seems to agree with everything he says again.) i think part of his flip-flopping comes from a sense of people-pleasing and generosity, again amplified by his position as the (now former) president of a nation.

type 2: the helper

generous, demonstrative, people-pleasing, possessive

desire: to feel loved/appreciated

quackity - type 2w3

(as far as i know) quackity’s first major action on the smp was to run for president. wilbur and tommy wanted quackity (as part of swag 2020) to share the votes of the two parties in order to ensure a victory over schlatt. however, quackity acted out against them because he felt used instead of appreciated for his ideas. schlatt promised him at least some amount of respect, so quackity switched sides regardless of what was better for the smp at large. i believe quackity kept looking for approval from others, but also some sense of accomplishment, by founding mexican l’manberg (is this even canon…idk but i liked it), starting the butcher army, and trying to bring schlatt back to life. quackity even fought technoblade despite being grossly unqualified and i believe this is due to the martyr mindset that often comes with unhealthy type 2s. 

type 3: the achiever

adaptable, excelling, driven, image-conscious

desire: to feel valuable

nihachu - type 3w2

(at the time of writing this, niki hasn’t had a ton of canon screentime, so this is mostly based off of the doomsday stream.) when in emotional distress, niki applies her type 3 ideas of being the best she can be to others, hyperfocusing on “teaching them a lesson” by destroying l’manberg. unhealthy 3s also tend to become jealous of other people’s happiness and success to the point they attempt to destroy it, perhaps explaining how niki’s character felt that no one wanted to listen to what she had to say about the political state of things. i see niki as a character that values her image in relation to others, hence the 2 wing. when fundy showed her respect, she became even more sure of herself, and this seems to be the kind of thing she is after.

schlatt - type 3w4

much like ghostbur (as mentioned later), schlatt is a very exaggerated character. it’s hard to type him, because the enneagram focuses around people who behave in the way real people do, and schlatt is a larger-than-life villain. i’ve typed schlatt as a 3 because of his narcissistic tendencies. schlatt not only wanted to be but believed he was integral to l’manberg’s continued function. unhealthy 3s tend to be devious and manipulative in order to hide their own wrongdoing, like how schlatt exiled the main opponents of his rule. schlatt doesn’t have the emotional introspection of a 4, only the temperamental self-absorption, but i think this is the best i can do lol

type 4: the individualist

expressive, dramatic, self-absorbed, temperamental

desire: to be significant, to find identity

tommy - type 4w5

most of my reasoning for tommy’s typing comes from his time in exile. tommy displayed an impressive connection to his emotions, maybe just out of necessity because he was alone. his constant cry was that no one cares about him, but not in the way a 2 may fear the same thing. tommy feared he had faded from significance. when he felt this way, he was quick to make rash conclusions and decisions. he is self-centered, caring more about his discs than about anything on the server. the 5 wing is there because of tommy’s constant assertion that people pity him when they show basic human kindness. he dreads others viewing him as incapable.

type 5: the investigator

perceptive, innovative, secretive, isolated

desire: to be capable and competent

awesamdude: type 5w6

is sam incredibly important to the plot? not as i write this. but i don’t want to leave type 5 empty. sam does cool redstone and built a cool prison. he’s super swag. i’m too lazy to attempt to do an analysis. this is just what i believe to be the objective truth on his character. give sam your primes.

type 6: the loyalist

engaging, responsible, anxious, suspicious

desire: to have security and support

wilbur (alivebur) - type 6w5

(pls disagree with me on this. this was so hard and i didn’t start watching dream smp until after the original “it wasn’t meant to be” moment sjkdfadkl) it’s right in the l’manberg national anthem. a place men could go to emancipate the brutality of their rulers. wilbur created l’manberg for what i interpret as security reasons. a peaceful land without americans. as an american, i understand completely. wilbur demonstrates the tendency of 6’s to shun outsiders and to turn to hysterical violence in times of distress. wilbur’s final action before his death was to blow up his safe place, because he believed the security had been tainted. i have typed wilbur with a 5 wing almost exclusively because of the intentionally radical beliefs that unhealthy 5s exhibit, becoming obsessed with blowing up the place he once called home.

type 7: the enthusiast

spontaneous, versatile, distractible, scattered

desire: to be satisfied and content, to avoid pain

fundy - type 7w6

fundy grew up in constant distress, what with his dad kinda losing it and the constant political turmoil. fundy has acknowledged that there is nothing that comes from conflict except for personal gain. fundy is selfish (taking netherite meant for everyone, hardly taking other people’s feelings into account) by nature of the society he was born into. like most distressed 7s, he has mood swings and comes off as demanding. i gave fundy a 6 wing because of what i see as the origin of his issues: a lack of support and stability. because of this, fundy often seeks external solutions (material possessions) instead of internal ones (fucking THERAPY OH MY GOD).

badboyhalo - type 7w6

“l’manberg? pogtopia? who cares?” :D

type 8: the challenger

self-confident, decisive, willful, confrontational

desire: to protect themselves, to be in control of their own life

dream - type 8w7

(warning, a lot of this typing is based on my own theories about the smp, because dream doesn’t stream rp to give us his own perspective.) dream claims that his motivation, at least presently, is to cause as much chaos as possible, but this has to come from a more philosophical place. dream is the one who started the server, and, i believe, canonically created the world they all populate. dream’s rule was originally questioned by the creation of l’manberg, which he interpreted as a personal attack. as a type 8 would, he is attempting to destroy all that does not conform to the vision he has for a peaceful, unified server. this may make it seem like dream should have 9 wing, but i don’t believe stability factors into his reasoning. dream seeks fun, for himself and others, and also finds this by causing chaos, as mentioned before.

technoblade - type 8w7

now, just because techno and dream have the same enneagram typing here does not mean they are at all similar. techno also lashes out at things that do not conform to his vision (anarchy) but has a stronger connection to his 7 wing. he wants to protect himself because of the comfort and happiness that would provide, not exclusively to be in control. he cares more about the pain and suffering caused by the government. still, i don’t think techno’s primary motivation is to be happy, as he still causes harm and puts himself in danger in order to achieve his goals. when a type 7 would become depressed and isolated, techno decides to spawn six withers. to each their own.

type 9: the peacemaker

receptive, reassuring, agreeable, complacent

desire: to have inner stability, to avoid loss

ghostbur - type 9w1

more than anyone on the server, ghostbur is a two-dimensional character. (absolutely not meant in a negative way. i adore ghostbur as both comic relief and a consistent character. ghostbur simply doesn’t behave like a normal person, and that is the point.) this makes it difficult to type him, but i tried my best. ultimately, ghostbur cares about others, but not in the way a 2 does. blatant negativity from people he interacts with doesn’t affect him in the slightest. he hands out blue because he is good, hence the 1 wing, and not to be loved. the only time (i can remember) that ghostbur has expressed anger was when friend the sheep was killed in techno and dream’s terrorism upon l’manberg. loss is the only thing he seems to be afraid of, and he applies this to all people within the smp. 

philza - type 9w8

to put it nicely, philza is a mediator. to put it not-so nicely, he doesn’t give a fuck. philza has actually achieved much of the goals a 9 has, making him an anomaly on the smp. (most every one of these characters expresses extremely unhealthy characteristics of their type.) philza is accepting of others, and does more listening than speaking. however, philza still feels the effects of loss from murdering his own son in cold blood (just minecraft things <3) and presumably fears losing something else important to him, thus forming few attachments (ex: didn’t care his house in l’manberg got blown up, didn’t react much to tommy’s betrayal.) i typed him as a wing 8 because of his healthy self-confidence and confrontationalism.

please keep in mind that this is all referring to the dream smp characters these streamers portray. i don’t claim to know anything about their deeper philosophical reasoning for whatever they do irl. not really on that parasocial type beat, ya feel me? i would love to hear your thoughts.

 thanks for reading!

[learn-korean-with-alli]

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: ✨ Learn Korean with Alli’s FAQ ✨☆ﾟ.*☽  ─── 

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╰▸ alli says: 안녕하세요 여러분! Welcome to my (super late) FAQ so you guys can get to know me better! Let’s goooo~

🗣 What language do you speak most often? I speak mainly English but also Chinese.

💖 What is your current target language? Korean

📖 What’s your favorite way to study Korean? Watch videos to pick up random vocabulary!

✏️ What is your reason for making this blog? To motivate me to continue to learn Korean and stay on track.

🌏 If you could live anywhere in the world for a year, all expenses paid, where would you live and why? Probably Japan because of how beautiful it is there. (Sorry Korea hahah)

😍 What other languages do you really want to learn? Probably Japanese or Spanish right now.

🎼 Who is your favorite singer in your target language? Day6, NCT, and IU. There are a lot more but that’s a list for next time.

🔊 What’s a word you find hard to pronounce? 귤 (‘Tangerine’)

🎬 What’s the best drama you’ve watched in your target language? My Secret Terrius! 

💦 What is your biggest struggle in your targeted language? Grammar

⚖️ Would you rather have a huge vocabulary, perfect grammar, or a perfect accent in your target language? All? Hahaha, probably grammar because that’s what I’m struggling most in.

⭐️ What inspired you to learn your target language? I was inspired by Korean culture.

🎉 What has been your biggest language-learning milestone so far? Learning grammar usages quicker than I thought I could.

🗝 What is the key to language learning success? This is cliché but practice, practice, practice. Even if it’s just for 5 minutes a day.

📚 Have you ever read a book in your target language? I read Korean picture books from my local library.

📝 Have you ever written an essay in your target language? What was it about? I wrote an introduction about myself in Korean.

🔥 Langblrs you admire? Ahhh there are too many but here are my favorites! Go check them out if you haven’t already! @chloeskoreanblog​, @miharusblog​, @dailydoseofkorea​, @studykorean101​ 💬 Coolest thing about your target language? The cool slang and text lingo.

📓Have you ever kept a journal in your target language? Nope, I might in the future.

🤯 Pet peeve in target language? People! Writing! In! Romanization! Please stop, thank you!

💝 What is a compliment you like to receive? That my blog is helpful. ㅠㅠ

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╰▸ alli says: See you next time, bye bye! 다음에 또 봐요, 바이 바이! 

[hashtagartistlife]

I, a whole dumbass who doesn’t know the concept of ‘spacing things out’: *uploads two pieces of writing in rapid succession*

anyway, daemon au continuation! pt 1 here. a note: this is pretty much being uploaded as it’s being written, no editing, not much thought into how the whole thing will fit together (got a broad outline, but not much inbetween), daemons are being picked mostly for the..... uh.... #Aesthetic, details may be subject to change, I’m always taking more daemon suggestions, even for characters whose daemons have already popped up, etc. 

@femmeflannellesbian who left the BEST tags on my pt 1, here’s to you. Good news: Daemon au is being written whether or not you pay me! Bad news: It may or may not be shit. :’/ anyway, thanks for the tags on the last part, they always cheer me up. <3 

The two of them watch the dissection of their mother, the entire, bloody thing, clinging to each other all the while.

.

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Six years later

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The first thought that occurs to Ichigo is: she’s an awfully brazen thief.

Then, the second thought that occurs to him: she doesn’t have a daemon.

The second thought is rather more shocking than the first; living people don’t just not have daemons. That’s an impossibility, an irrationality; a warping of the way the world is meant to be. Living people can’t not have a daemon.

So, she’s not alive.

Most other people would have quailed at this conclusion. Not Ichigo. He’s made that mistake once before and he won’t make it again. Just because she’s a ghost doesn’t mean she can’t be a thief— and it also doesn’t mean he won’t kick her ass. She’s picked the wrong house to try to burgle tonight.

A brief but animated scuffle ensues. His dad intervenes and is generally useless. Ghost girl tells him she’s part of some dead secret service that kills monsters (bullshit) and puts supernatural restraints on him when he doesn’t believe her (bitch).

And then, just because Ichigo’s life is a constant one-upmanship of Murphy’s Law, said monster appears and starts decimating his family.

His third thought for the night: ghost girl is tiny. She is possibly even smaller than his sisters and yet there she is, drawing a sword out of nowhere, telling him to stay in his room like a good boy and not get in the way—

Motherfuck, is that Karin lying bloody in the hallway?

The next few moments are a blur for him. He vaguely recalls Serafin shooting past him, a meteor of rage and feathers, the both of them tearing through ghost girl’s restraints like a hot knife through butter. Somewhere along the way, he must have picked up a baseball bat, because in the next moment he’s swinging it at the monster’s face and being knocked backwards into a telephone pole. Ghost girl appears with her sword, still resolutely daemon-less, and between her and the monster Ichigo can’t tell which is more unsettling. And then he remembers ghost girl didn't knock him into a telephone pole, and decides to go with the monster.

Then ghost girl falls, too, and it’s just him and her and Serafin and the monster lumbering in the background and a sword pointed at his chest, bearing a decision that is not a decision at all.

“It is not shinigami,” ghost girl says,  half a smile on her face; “it is Kuchiki Rukia.”

“Kurosaki Ichigo,” he says.

“Serafin,” his daemon nods from where she’s perched on his shoulder.

“Let’s pray this isn’t our last greeting,” they say in unison, and then the world dissolves in fire and heat.

Kurosaki Ichigo’s last thought for the night, as he collapses into Rukia's lap after cleaving the monster in half: whether those are tears or raindrops on her face, and just what on earth he could possibly have done to make her look so sad.

*

When he wakes up again, he's inches from death-by-smelly-feet.

“I--CHI--GOOOO!” his loon of a dad sing-songs, and Ichigo, honed by years of his dad’s antics, piledrivers him into the ground by his face. At the doorway, Lyrani winces.

“You’re the one who didn't stop him,” Ichigo says accusingly. Lyrani chooses to ignore that and slinks out of the room. 

Serafin finally shakes free of the bedcovers she'd been trapped under and flits over to inspect the situation. “But— but, the injuries—” she says, hovering over Isshin, and that's when Ichigo notices it too.

“What about your injuries?” he demands of Isshin, and Isshin just looks nonplussed.

“Injuries? What injuries? When did I get injured?”

“You— what about last night—”

“Ah!” his father's face lights up as though they’re finally speaking the same language. “So you did wake up for that ruckus! And you didn't even think to come downstairs, huh? I tell you, no use having a son in the house, absolutely no use at all—”

Ichigo lets his dad babble on with a sound of disgust and stomps out of the room, since he’s clearly not getting answers from him. He finds the twins downstairs, looking at a giant hole in their living room wall. He catalogues no broken bones, no bruises, no trauma in their expressions and wonders if he might be going just a little bit mad.

He looks at Karin for an explanation, and she shrugs. Her daemon (in the form of a small, lazy black cat today) takes up the story for her. “Truck crashed into the side of our house last night. Car and driver got away scott-free. Well, at least the house is insured.”

The explanation is typical Karin and Zenka (short), but he gets the gist. Through the ruined wall, he sees Mizuiro waving at him from the pavement. He waves back weakly, and Mizuiro points to the destruction, expression curious. Ichigo only offers him a shrug, and then Isshin shoots past him, seemingly recovered. Ichigo decides to leave the excuses— however unbelievable they may be— to his father, and turns away to get ready for school.

“A truck?” Serafin queries, low and conspiratory. Ichigo scowls.

“Hell if I know.” He pauses in the kitchen to see the bar stools— distinctly and viciously ruined in last night’s scuffle— restored to their former not-so-glory. He can even see the chip he made in one of them when he was twelve, having accidentally dropped an entire set of plates on it. A truck crashing into their house last night made absolutely no sense as an explanation— but then again, it’s not like what really happened was the height of sensical anyway.

“Do you think she made it out okay?” Serafin asks, a touch of anxiety colouring her voice, and Ichigo doesn't need to ask who she is.

“Well, it looks like she was ok enough to somehow heal everyone and fake a truck crashing into our house, so she's probably fine,” he mutters, but Serafin doesn't look all that comforted by that, and to tell the truth, neither is he.

When he manages to make his way to school, he finds Mizuiro and Tatsuki in the middle of a conversation about him, the latter well on her way to forming some pretty dire misconceptions.

“A truck?! Then is he injured, or-- or dead--"

He whacks her in the head with his bag. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not dead. And that's my seat you're in.” He directs the last part to Altair, Tatsuki’s golden eagle daemon, who squawks in indignation and takes off, leaving long gouges on the desk that’ll be a pain to write on. Ichigo’s scowl deepens. 

“Ah, Kurosaki-kun! G-good morning!”

Inoue waves a cheery hello as he pulls out his seat, her ring-tailed lemur daemon— Ichigo can't remember his name, it was something long and fancy sounding— chattering around her shoulders. His reply is a beat late and a little bemused.

“Y-yeah? You're as bright as ever.” He sits down and starts pulling books out of his bag. “Yo, Mizuiro, what's third period today?”

“Social studies.”

“Oh. I didn't bring my textbook, but that’s fine, Miss Ochi doesn't care--"

“You’re Kurosaki-kun…?” a new voice interrupts him, and Ichigo finally pays more attention to the fact that he has, apparently, been assigned a new seating partner. There is an unfamiliar daemon draped across the table next to his, something small and furry— a hare? A rabbit? He's always been terrible at telling them apart— grooming itself with dainty licks. It flicks a cool look up at him, and looks supremely unimpressed with what it sees.

“Ichigo.” Serafin hisses in his ear, nudging him under his hair rather insistently. “Ichigo, holy shit.”

“What?” he mutters, distracted by the utter indifference of the new daemon. How does something so small ever get to be so haughty?

Serafin pecks him, and he startles. “OW!”

“Nice to meet you,” his new partner tries again, amusement evident in her voice. Ichigo looks up, and freezes.

“Oh,” he agrees. “Holy shit.”

Kuchiki Rukia smiles up at him, completely at ease, one hand extended towards him in a handshake, the other idling in the fur of her brand new daemon.

[alotofrandomfangirling]

Hi love I hope you are having or had a great day😊

Anyway since today is dedicated to hero and imaginame sin ti here are some questions😊

1. Which is your favorite out of the two songs and why?

2. If you could redo the music video for hero what would your concept be?

3. Do prefer when they in Spanish or English and why?

4. If you could make the mv for imaginame sin ti what would your concept be?

5. Which one of the boys would you pick to be your life partner and why?

Sincerely

Your Secret Admirer-✨

Hello Secret Admirer 🥰 thank you so much 😚

Let's goooo

1. I think i'm gonna go with Imagíname Sin Ti, because Hero makes me really 🥺🥺🥺

2. Oh i'm a sucker for music videos where the boys are just singing and i think Hero would be perfect for that, since it's a very sweet and calm song. I don't know which famous boyband could be the inspiration though 😅

3. Spanish PLEASE

I love that they are very successful all around the world while singing in their native language! Also, they represent Latin America all around the world which makes me very proud 😎

4. Hmm i don't why, but i pictured something at night?? Alsjakhskahs like something like Fiesta en Mi Casa, but in the dark with some stars and lights

5. WOW that's tough. I think i'm gonna go with Christopher because, even thought he doesn't seem like the ideal life partner (talk about mujeriego! 🤣), he's a very chill guy and has a very positive and bubbly personality, so i think we would go along well 😁 (at least in my dreams 😂)

Thank you so much again ❤❤❤ i hope you're doing okay too 💕

[fart-gate]

SG1

Season 1 episode 11

"THE TORMENT OF TANTALUS"

Notes by me

- what is this, the 40s? They have to turn the gate by hand haha I would hate that job actually. My arms would be noodles by the time I dialed the second symbol.

- Daniel doing his own research on the stargate program 💖 we love a nerd

- Jack concerned about daniels mental health and social time YES PLS

- "oh please, the Pentagon has lost entire countries" AJDJESNDJ

- omg someone went thru the gate before them???

- well now Jack is interested!

- maybe the guy died and they didnt want that to happen to anyone else?

- katherine langford! Without whom stargate would not exist 👑

- "you let a strange young man in the house?" Tbh if Daniel Jackson appeared on my doorstep👀👀👀 hello handsome stranger👀👀👀

- SHES SO HAPPY TO SEE HIM😭😭💖💖💖 HUGS FOR MY BABIES

- hes avoiding the question about Abydos 😔

- the Amulet!!!! I love that thing!!!! I wanted Daniel to keep it as a Character Relic but I guess the costume department hates me specifically

- hammond: wheres Daniel

Jack: fuck if I know? I'm not in charge of him

- ok she literally has a right to this stuff for fucks sake she was THERE when they found the gate

- ah! Sexism is why they didnt tell her anything I should have known

- 40s flash back!

- LOVE how she knows more about the stargate than anyone else and they said "ew girl cooties" and didnt tell her anything I really love that :\

- she didnt know they turned it on!

- "doorway to heaven" W R O N G

- was Ernest the one that went thru the gate

- ah shit 😔

- they told her he died in an explosion???? I'm so mad

- she said Daniel reminded her of Ernest 😭😭😭😭

- wait doesnt the stargate only go to planets that are like?? Livable? Like breathable for humans and stuff? He could still be alive

- DANIEL HAS THE ADDRESS LETS FUCKIN GOOOO

- Jack and Katherine ❤❤

- tealc giving her a little respectful head bow

- HAHA Jack and tealc both folding their hands in sync

- shes going with them!!!! Its what she deserves

- SAM where have you been young lady. This episode started 14 minutes ago explain yourself

- proof the worms didnt build the stargate

- "you speak?"

"When it is appropriate"

- Operation Rescue Ernest

- shes so excited to go

- Jack and Daniel helping her walk through 😩😩❤❤

- yikes this place looks like shit

- is that him???? Naked hermit man???

- shit dude hes really been here for like 80 years

- sad????

- her face 😭

- LMAO I guess he doesnt want to see her. My man gave her one look and moon walked outta there

- daniel said put some clothes on old man

- alone for 50 years .....

- "I dont think the heart ever grows old"

- heliopolis

- mention of Ra!!

- he hallucinated her :( he still loves her

- he wants forgiveness....this is hard

- "dial home device"

- oh fuck it broke

- this guy has some problems from being here too long :(

- mom I'm scared the walls are glowing

- "united nations of the stars" like in star trek???

- oh sick! Big universe map

- I was wrong they are elements. I thought they were planets...

- okay hold on Daniel got really excited and started talking really fast

- its a book. These blobs are letters?

- its alien Pictionary

- Its the secret of life!!! But Jack is right you need to leave

- WELP the DHD falls to its death

- Daniel casually mentioning aliens to ernest and then not explaining lmfao

- use the lightening! How much energy you need? 1.21 gigawatts? Problem solved

- when they say they need to use the element device and daniel just says "UUUHHH...........NO" top tier argument skills

- "I mean this is......meaning of life stuff!" I agree but you have no choice unfortunately

- "that Ben Franklin thing" uuhhh I believe his name was Marty Mcfly thank you very much

- small chance of success!! What are we waiting for

- katherine and ernest still love each other ❤❤

- daniel.....leave it

- dont get stuck there just bc you are too dumb to take your own life into consideration!!

- I swear to god if you die just bc your monkey brain says "oohh shiny" I'll personally come thru this tv and kill you a second time

- Jack LITERALLY dragging him out 👀

- thank god he came to his senses. The battle against his monkey brain was a bloody one but he turned victor in the end

- in the nick of time!!

- damn they lost all that knowledge 💔 however! That device was not worth anyones life especially not daniels

- at least he still has ernests book! And they saved ernest! A job well done I say

- hugs for everyone🙌

- katherine got her fiance back😭😭😭💖💖💖💖

~

🎶listening to Its Been A Long Long Time by Kitty Kaller 🎶 for the love that Katherine and Ernest still share : )

[redlipsanddaydreams]

my thoughts on Lover

(upon first and second listen)

I Forgot That You Existed:

-THE WAY SHE SAYS NICE AND QUIET

AHH and the “indifference” omg

-I love how this is like piano and snaps

-And the laughs!!!

-“So yeah...” same girl

Cruel Summer:

-literally everything about this song is perfection???

-like the beat and the production and the goddamn lyrics

-“devils roll the dice/angels roll their eyes” LIKE WHAT A WHOLE ASS MOOD

-the chorus is so addictive

-the oooohhhh

-WHAT A BRIDGE OH JESUS

-she had to keep secrets and sneak in the garden gate :(

-HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL omg the way she says this ,,,, I think I transcended

-wow A++++

The Man:

-literally this song just spits facts

-this one hurts because she had to and has to face such shit scrutiny and she’s right because she would totally be the man everyone is like “ayyyeee my dude” if she was a man. But because she’s a woman she had to go through this and it just sucks

-Taylor I’m so sorry

-you didn’t deserve to have ever had to feel like this; you don’t deserve to ever feel like this

-you completely deserve your hard earned success

-this one got me emotional damn

-also shoutout to that bridge cuz when I say my mouth dropped i mean BITCH MY MOUTH DROPPED

I Think He Knows:

-SHE REALLY IS AN ARCHITECT. I mean, her bridges??

-bless my soul?? Girl bless my ears, bless my entire being

-shoutout to this bop, it makes me wanna dANCE

Miss Americana & The Heartbreak Prince:

-first off, amazing title. 13/10

-THESE LYRICS

-is that a you belong with me callback I see??

-I can see this story unfolding!!

-AHHH THAT INSTRUMENTAL ORCHESTRAL PART BETWEEN THE BRIDGE AND LAST CHORUS?? Honey I died that was beautiful

Paper Rings:

-already wanna start dancing

-THE PRODUCTION??? AMAZING

-I don’t even

-like

-this song is fun and very, very sweet and lyrically GORGEOUS

-GOD I LOVE HAPPY TAYLOR

-LIKE PLEASE STAY STAY STAY

-I like shiny things??? Bitch me too

-but I’d marry you with paper rings??? Bitch my heart

-I hate accidents??? Hun that’s a mood

-except when we went from friends to this??? MY SOFT HEART AHHH

-A++++ song wOW

Cornelia Street:

-track 9 lets goooo

-shoutout to self-written songs ayeee

-her vocals COME FOR ME

-the vulnerability in this song is so raw and honest and beautiful and I’m so here for it

-like this love is so important and deep and even though she’s been through heartbreaks in the past and has gotten through them, she knows this one would’ve been different. She couldn’t return. That’s terrifying and magnificent. But thank goodness she can still walk Cornelia Street

-tHE WAY SHE SAYS “again” TEAR MY HEART OUT WHY DONT YOU

-holy lover this song is just..wow

Death By A Thousand Cuts:

-I have so many questions

-who is this about??

-it can’t be about Joe, right? It’s too,,,sad? I don’t even know

-did her and Joe break it off for like a hot minute there or something and it made her realize how much she wants them to be in each other’s lives?? And this song’s about that intermission time?? I don’t know. I don’t know

-but like?

-she says it’s like she wasn’t enough for him which doesn’t seem right??

-also the intensity from “my heart” through to “it’s just a thousand cuts” like that was a wild ride that came for my throat and I loved it

London Boy:

-THAT ACCENT THAT VOICE THAT LAUGH

-IDRIS ELBA MY HUNNI

-she loves faded blue jeans? I hAd nO iDeA

-I, too, love a good London Boy

-god I, also, love the English

-these versus are gETTING ME god I love them

-the chorus is so fun ughhh

-noice

Soon You’ll Get Better:

-god bless Andrea Swift

-I had to pause for about 5 minutes after this because I was so emotional. I cried so much

False God:

-THIS PRODUCTION

-I don’t know instruments very well especially off the top of my head but that one in the opening: YES PLEASE THATS A YES FROM ME DAWG

-kinda reminds me of a Bey Lemonade era song

-in the best way possible

-HER VOCALS TOO

-that “we’d still worship this lo-o-o-o-ve” I think I saw a false god too

-I’m not a religious person but damn this song joined Don’t Blame Me to take me to church huh

Afterglow:

-I’m loving the honesty in these lyrics

-she’s taking ownership and blame and it’s mature and raw, in a way like back to December. But she’s not being passive in this one, she isn’t letting it go. She’s showing that she made mistakes but she is in it for this True Love, and she’s not leaving

-THE CHORUS AFTER THE BRIDGE!!! THAT BEAT CHANGE!!! HUNNI!!!

It’s Nice To Have A Friend:

-i LOVE the composition of this song

-short, sweet sentences

-simple pleasures

-like three stages of a relationship in three verses with no chorus dear god this is my THING

-also that last verse,,,,exCUSE ME TAYLOR WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

-this song is so cute and refreshing and ugh I love the production and the way this is written so much anfjghakw

Daylight:

-NOW THAT SHE’S SEEN HIM AND THOUGHT OF HIM, NOTHING ELSE COMPARES

-ugh I love that

-he IS Daylight, as she is

-“I once believed love would be burning red/But it’s golden/Like daylight” I SCREAMED

-“gotta step into the daylight and let it go” i see you Taylor i see u

-I’m so happy Taylor is happy oh my goodness

-YOU ARE WHAT YOU LOVE (not who loves you)

-What a way to end that

In conclusion:

Holy lover

These songs were beautiful, lovely

Like that’s the word I think of

Beautiful, and lovely

Heart aching and heart filling

Jesus Christ that album was so good

It really was a love letter to love

“You are what you love”

She sings about doubt and fights and secret keeping

And she sings about paper rings and staying and golden love

This album really personifies “to love and to be loved”

And bitch got political and I. Love. It.

Also, notable tears include

-The Man (I got emotional thinking of the shit Taylor has been through and how unfair it is)

-Paper Rings (bECAUSE SHE FINALLY IS WRITING ABOUT LOVE AS SHE EXPERIENCES IN ALL ITS SIMPLE GLORY IT AND ITS GODDAMN BEAUTIFUL)

-Cornelia Street (must I even explain?? iykyk)

-Soon You’ll Get Better (this wasn’t just teary-eyed, it was full on sobbing that required lots of tissues and about a 4 minute pause full of crying before I could continue the album)

This album was whimsical and lovely and full of so many deep emotions that I just,, I can’t find the words to describe. Love, yes, but deeper and somehow more mundane but also simultaneously extraordinary. The rare kind of The Real Deal. The one that will last.

((Also, shoutout to the forward that was incredible to read thank you Taylor)