#his birthday was on the 2nd i just forgot to post this until now

[variellie]

birthday art for thenyancatcookie :-)

[falcqns]

would it be enough (if i could never give you peace)

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Tim Bradford x Lucy Chen x Tamara Colins

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: everyone at Mid Wilshire knows that Tamara is Tim and Lucy’s daughter. There is only one person who isn’t aware of this, and that is Tamara. Until she gets hurt, that is. 

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: crying, like lots of it. Car crash, near death experience, fluff, angst with a happy ending. tagging @natashasera

don’t forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

Tamara loved Tim and Lucy. Ever since they had busted her for stealing Lucy’s car, Tamara had felt safe with them. There were her warmth; the people who cared for, comforted, nurtured, supported and loved her, something she had never felt as a child. Right now, there was nothing Tamara was missing more than the warmth of Tim Bradford and Lucy Chen while she was upside down in her totalled car, hanging on for dear life, just before the world around her went black.

Lucy loved Tamara like her own. She had never had such strong maternal feelings for someone than she did Tamara. She rarely made her angry, she kept her space tidy, and rarely talked back, which had resulted in Lucy rarely feeling upset or frustrated with the teen. But right now, she was frustrated. Tamara was ignoring her messages. 

Tamara’s high school had called her; she wasn’t present for morning attendance. This isn’t what frustrated Lucy. What frustrated her was that Tamara was then also absent for 2nd period, and now 3rd. 

Lucy knew that Tamara was struggling with her birthday approaching. That meant that the teen would put even more pressure on herself to find a job and move out, which was something Lucy and Tim did not want. They wanted her to know that she was family, and that because she was family, she didn’t have to leave on her 18th birthday, but no matter what she or her boyfriend said to the teen, the words just weren’t getting through to her. And Lucy knew that having stress like that, especially self imposed stress like that wasn’t easy to deal with, but Tamara also knew better than to skip school. 

Lucy sighed heavily, looking down at the 5th unanswered text from her teen. She then shoved her phone in her pocket, and stepped out of the shop, walking towards the table between the food trucks that her and Tim always shared. She plopped down next to him, and didn’t greet him, instead she grabbed a few fries and shoved them in her mouth, hoping that she would feel less angry with some food in her system, but it didn’t work. 

“What’s going on?” Tim asked. Of course he knew something was wrong, Lucy thought to herself. 

“Tamara is skipping class.” She said simply, and Tim shrugged his shoulders. 

“She’s a teenager. Teenagers skip school. I did it, and I’m sure that you did too.” He said simply, taking a drink of his pop. 

Lucy rolled her eyes, turning to face Tim. “She also isn’t answering any of my texts. Something that she knows to do, even if it’s just an emoji. I know she has a lot on her mind right now, but that doesn’t mean she can ignore me.”

Tim sighed, reaching out, and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “I know. I know you’re frustrated with her, and that’s okay, but there must be a logical explanation for her not answering. Maybe her phone is dead, or she forgot it at home. She’s not doing it deliberately okay?” Lucy nodded, and she opened her mouth to respond to Tim, but was cut off by Tim’s phone ringing. 

He lifted it from the table, and Lucy saw Angela’s name. Tim answered and held it up to his ear. 

“Hey.” He said, and Lucy could hear Angela’s voice on the other end, and it sounded concerned. Lucy’s brows furrowed, and she honed in her hearing, trying to pick up what was being said. Tim hung up a moment later, and once again Lucy opened her mouth to speak, but was once again, cut off. 

“We have to go back to the station.” Tim said, standing up, and tossing out his garbage from his lunch. 

“What’s going on?” Lucy asked, standing up immediately, and following him to her shop, tossing him the keys in the process. Tim opened his door, and made eye contact with Lucy.

“I don’t know, but judging by her tone, it can’t be anything good.”

——

As soon as they pulled up to the station, Angela pulled them inside and into an interrogation room. She sat them both down, and took a deep breath before sitting down across from them.

“What’s going on?” Lucy said, an edge of demanding to her tone. 

“Nolan and Juarez responded to an accident a few hours ago.” Angela started slowly. “By the time they arrived on scene, paramedics had gotten the driver out of the vehicle and were preparing to transport to the hospital. Nolan and Juarez took witness statements, and then followed the ambulance to the hospital.” Angela finished, her voice shaking ever so slightly.

Lucy and Tim looked at each other, confused. Why was Angela telling them this, and why did she seem to be on the verge of tears. 

Angela took a deep breath, gulping before she spoke again. 

“We were unaware of who the victim was until she was being prepped for surgery, and Nolan got a good look at her.”

“Who was it?” Tim asked, and Angela looked down before looking back at the couple. 

“It-uh, it was Tamara.”

Lucy felt her heart drop and shatter, and all of her frustration immediately disappear, tears pouring from her eyes with no warning. “N-No,” Lucy whimpered, and she felt Tim immediately wrap her up in his arms. “No, sh- she-“ She gasped, and Tim hugged her tighter, leaning in close. 

“It’s okay, baby.” He whispered, hugging her to her chest as she broke down. “I-is she okay?” He asked Angela shakily. 

Angela sniffed, wiped away a stray tear. “She’s in surgery, but last I heard she was stable. From Nolan’s once over of her, it appeared she only had a broken leg, but we won’t know the full extent of the damage until she’s out of surgery.” 

Tim nodded, finally breaking down, burying his face in Lucy’s hair. “She’s gonna be okay, baby.” Lucy sobbed harder. “C-Can we go see her?” He asked quietly, and Angela nodded immediately. 

“Of course. I’ll inform Grey.” She said, wiping her eyes as she stood up. Just before she shut the door behind her, she looked at Tim. “Keep me updated, okay? Doesn’t have to be much, just a quick text. Just so we know she’s okay?” 

Tim nodded. “Yeah, yeah of course.” 

Angela smiled, and shut the door behind her, and Tim held Lucy even tighter. “She’s strong.” He whispered. “She’s our strong girl. She’ll pull through, and she’s going to be okay.” He said, unsure if he was reassuring Lucy or himself more. Lucy pulled away from his chest, and Tim held her cheeks in his hands. 

“I c-can’t lose her,” Lucy whispered. “She’s my baby, I can’t,” 

Tim nodded, chin wobbling, a tear falling from his eye. “I know. But like her mom,” Lucy smiled at that. “She’s determined. She doesn’t give up. There is not a weak bone in her body. She’s going to get through this, and she’s going to be okay. Wanna know why?” He asked, and Lucy immediately nodded. 

“Because she has you for a mother.” Lucy smiled, more tears streaming from her eyes. “You’ve been to hell and back, and you are the perfect person to help her through this. She’s going to be okay.” He said, and Lucy nodded, taking a deep breath. 

“Don’t discredit yourself so much,” Lucy whispered. “You’ve done a lot for her too, you know.” She said quietly. “And you’ve been through a hell of your own, and you survived, which is why you are the perfect person to be her dad. You support her, comfort her, and love her like your own, and thats something she hasn’t had for so long, if at all. You’re right,” Lucy said, taking a deep breath. “She’s strong, and she’ll get through this, because she has us.” 

Tim nodded, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Can we go see her now, please?” Lucy asked, and Tim nodded with a smile. 

“Yeah, Goosey, we can.” 

——

By the time they had changed out and reached the hospital and had found the right ward, the doctor, who just so happened to be Grace, was just speaking to Nolan. They walked up to the pair, and Tim and Lucy immediately interjected. 

“How is she?”

“Is she okay?” 

Grace smiled, and turned away from John, who raised his hands, and stepped away. 

“Your daughter is very lucky. She had some internal bleeding, but it was an easy fix. She also has a broken ankle, but we’ve set it, and it should heal perfectly. She’s just being moved to recovery now, I’ll come and get you two when you can see her, okay?” Grace said, and Lucy nodded. 

“Thank you,” She said. “So much.” Grace smiled, touched her elbow briefly, before walking through the double doors behind her. 

Tim wrapped Lucy back up in his arms, holding her tight. He bent down, and began whispering in her ear. “I told you she’d pull through.” 

Lucy choked out a sob. “I was so scared.” Lucy expressed. “I thought I was going to lose her. I thought that I would never see her again, that I’d never hear her call me Mom, never tell her how much I love her, how important she is to me.” 

“I know, baby.” Tim whispered, rocking back and forth slightly. “I know. I was thinking the exact same thing, but know we’ll get a chance to tell her, and to show her how much we love her.”

Lucy looked up, a slight smile on her face. “You were thinking you’d never hear her call you Mom?” She asked playfully, and Tim glared at her, but with no real heat behind it. 

“You know what I meant, Boot.” He said, kissing her forehead. 

“Not your boot anymore,” 

“Maybe on paper, but in my heart you’ll always be my little Boot.” 

Lucy slapped him across the chest, and he choked out a laugh just as Nolan walked back up to them, with Juarez beside him. 

Tim looked Nolan in the eyes, a serious look on his face. “How bad was it?”

Nolan breathed in through his nose before answering. “It was bad.” 

Lucy turned around in Tim’s arms. “How bad?” 

“Like ‘I’m-surprised-she-survived’ bad.” Celina answered, and Lucy closed her eyes, breathing deeply, to stop herself from crying again. 

“Thank you for being here with her.” Tim said, and the duo nodded. 

“Of course. She’s family. There’s no other place we’d be.”

A moment later, Grace came back out through the doors, and walked up to them. “She’s still asleep, but should be awake within the hour.” 

“Can we see her?” Tim asked, and Grace nodded immediately. 

“Of course, follow me.” 

Lucy followed Grace immediately, and Tim followed after nodding at Nolan in thanks. Tim grasped Lucy’s hand as Grace led them through the hallways towards Tamara’s room. “She’s in here. I’ll give you some time.” Grace said, and walked away once Lucy nodded. 

Tim squeezed Lucy’s hands, and after a collective deep breath, they entered her room.

“Oh god,” Lucy whispered once she laid her eyes on Tamara. Tamara was laying in the bed, a cannula under her nose, heart rate monitor on her finger, and other various wires in her body, along with an IV with what Lucy assumed was pain medication. Lucy wasted no time in going to her side, and Tim wasn’t far behind, moving around her to stand at Tamara’s head, brushing her hair back and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Lucy grabbed onto her hand, and pulled up a chair. She pressed Tamara’s hand to her cheek and just gazed at her, a million thoughts running through her head. Tim came up beside her, and rested his hand on the back of her neck. 

“What’s on your mind?” Tim asked. “And don’t try and lie to me, Lucille.” 

Lucy rolled her eyes at his use of her full name. “Don’t call me Lucille.” She snapped, but sighed, and explained. “I was mad at her earlier. I was mad at her, and she was probably terrified. We could have lost her today, and all I cared about at the time was that she was missing school.”

“Luce-“ 

“I was mad at her over something so stupid, for no reason, too. So what she skipped class? She works so hard she should be allowed to rebel a little bit. I should have realized that it wasn’t like her to not respond to me. I should have driven her to school today, I should have let her stay home-“ Lucy rambled, more tears falling from her eyes. 

“Lucy-“

“She didn’t deserve this. She worked so hard to buy this car, and now all her hard work is gone. Her car is totalled, and she’s going to be crushed. She deserves to have a car, to have a safe space with her at school after not having that for so long-“

“Lucy.” Tim said, finally catching her attention. “Baby, you’re rambling, and none if it really makes sense.” 

“Sorry.”

“No, no don’t apologize, but you do need to calm down. That’s what she needs right now. She needs her mama to be the cool and collected one, right now, at least. We don’t want her feeling guilty for crashing her car, or her thinking that we’re mad that we had to leave work. She just needs us to show her that we’re here for her, and show her how much we love her.” He said, and Lucy nodded. 

“Okay, yeah, you’re right.” She said, and looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep, calming breath. 

“And about the car, we can just get her a new one.” He said, and Lucy looked at him like he had 10 heads. 

“What?” Lucy exclaimed. “How?”

“With the money I got from selling my father’s house.” He said, shrugging as he did. 

“You mean the money that you were saving to buy yourself a new car?” Lucy asked. 

“Yeah.” He said. Lucy shook her head in disbelief at him. “Look, Luce.” He explained. “The car I wanted was just that, a want. But Tamara just lost her car. The car that takes her to school and back every day, the car that she worked so hard to buy. She needs a car, and I’m willing to use the money to buy her something that she needs instead of something that I wanted.” 

“So you’re not gonna be sad every time you see a Tesla, and you’re not going to be singing “That Should Be Me” in your head?” Lucy joked, and Tim rolled his eyes, before grasping Lucy’s chin in his hand, and leaning in. 

“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” 

Lucy hummed. “Yeah, I do. I’m hilarious.” 

Tim and Lucy shared a laugh, and had just started to lean in when Tamara began to move, and make noises. They immediately pulled apart; Tim shot up from his seat and resumed his place by her forehead, rubbing his thumb across her soft skin, while Lucy held on tighter to her hand, and shifted from the chair to the bed beside her leg. 

“Mmmm-mm,” Tamara whimpered, and opened her eyes, blinking at the harsh light. 

“I’ll go get the doctor, okay, T?” Tim whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead again, before heading out of the room in search of Grace. She nodded, squeezing her eyes closed. She opened her mouth again and attempted to talk again. 

“M-ma-“ Tamara said, and Lucy furrowed her brows, confused on what Tamara was trying to say. 

“Take your time, baby,” Lucy encouraged, leaning closer. 

Tamara’s face crumpled up slightly, and she was finally able to speak, as tears began to stream down her face. “M-mama,” she whisper-cried, and Lucy immediately helped her sit up, and wrapped her up in her arms, a warm feeling spreading through her chest after hearing her call her Mama for the first time. She knew Tamara probably didn’t know what exactly she was saying, but it meant that she saw her as her mom. And Lucy also knew that she needed to lean into it, to show her that she accepts her as her daughter, and that she loves her.

“I’ve got you, baby.” Lucy whispered into her ear. “You’re okay, Mama’s got you.” 

“W-where’s D-Dad?” Tamara said, and Lucy smiled, hearing the name, knowing Tim would cry.

“He went to go get Grace,” She explained. “Dr. Grace is just going to make sure that you’re okay, and then as soon as we are able to, me and Dad are going to bring you home, okay?” 

Tamara nodded, burrowing her head into Lucy’s neck. Lucy adjusted her position, laying back on the bed, and helping Tamara lay down, resting her head on her chest. Lucy started to play with her hair as Tim walked back in. 

“She’s on her way, she got pulled into another surgery, but she said to press the nurse’s station button if anything is wrong.” He said, walking over to the side of the bed, and taking up refuge in Lucy’s previous spot on the bed. He took Tamara’s hand, and rubbed his thumb back and forth. “How are you doing, T?” He asked. 

“‘m sorry, Daddy,” Tamara whimpered as she started to cry. Lucy hushed her quietly, her hand traveling down to rub her back. “I crashed the car. I didn’t mean to, I swear-“

Tim leaned forward. “It’s okay, bubba. I’m not mad, neither is Mom. It was just a car.” He soothed.

Lucy smiled, seeing tears in Tim’s eyes. She knew that it was a mixture of being thankful that Tamara was okay, and extreme happiness that Tamara called him dad. 

“A car can be replaced.” Lucy explained. “You, however, cannot be replaced.” 

“Yeah, bubba.” Tim said, pressing a kiss to her hand. “There’s no replacing our daughter, you know that right?” 

“D-Daughter?” Tamara stuttered, and both Tim and Lucy nodded. 

“Of course you are. You are so important to us, T. And we want you to know this because we know your birthday is coming up, and that you’re stressed about having to move out, and we want you to know that we want you to stay. Especially after today, we want you where we know you’re going to be safe.” Tim explained. 

“You’re our girl,” Lucy said, kissing Tamara’s head. “You’re with us forever, okay?” 

“Even when I annoy you?” Tamara asked, a small smile on her face. 

Tim laughed. “Especially then.”

[starryjkoo]

PJM2 + Solo Music Timeline Theory pt2

So I already did my big desperate timeline prediction post, but now that we got RPWP and another possible PJM2 hint with MMM, I do have some updated thoughts. So here’s a pt2.

I’m going to stick with my prediction that PJM2 could be a summer album, and if so I think that a July release would make a lot of sense considering the album release pattern that has sort of emerged (although one time is definitely not enough to establish a pattern lol).

Basically there was exactly two months between the release of HOTS (march 29th) and RPWP (may 24th), and exactly one month between HOTS release and RPWP preorders. That means if we keep the same pattern the next album will come out at the end of July with preorders opening end of June.

This would actually be perfect considering the first half of June is going to be dedicated to Jin’s return and FESTA. What better way to cap off FESTA celebrations than an album announcement? And this schedule is the perfect way to keep content flowing without gaps or too much overlap.

We know for FESTA content we’re getting Jin’s return, RPWP MV #4 (iirc), and my guess would be possibly Jikook show teaser/announcement, maybe a group single from the vault like Take Two? There might be some more subunit variety content like MMM too. I’m sure they have some stuff planned. Plus Jin returning will be huge.

Also this album release order would follow another pattern (that might be unintentional) but basically it would be following their debut album release order: JITB -> Indigo -> FACE, HOTS -> RPWP -> PJM2

If JK releases a single after PJM2 it would also somewhat follow this pattern considering Seven came after FACE, and I don’t think Yoongi is going to be dropping music if he’s really keeping an extra low profile because of alternative enlistment. Although Fri(end)s would be the outlier here, so maybe I’m overthinking this part lol.

I still think the Jikook show could come out during the summer and be used to promote both of Jikook’s music releases. JK also hinted that he had something big in the summer so I’m still assuming it’s going to be a single (unless he’s the one with an album).

I somehow forgot about JKs documentary when I made my last post. I can’t remember if there was any actual information about when it would be released? But if we don’t have any idea, I could see September working really well if they use his birthday month like Jimin did for the Production Diary.

If JK has a single in August it would flow perfectly into Golden documentary and bonus documentary content in September. If he’s the one to release music in July I could also see it being released for Seven anniversary too.

But there’s definitely enough time for Jikook to both release music between June - August if one of them is releasing a single and the other an album, although that would be crazy considering Jikook are probably going to have the most intense releases as far as charting goes. I could see either of them releasing in September/October too. I won’t survive if we have to wait until 2025 for PJM2 so I’m not going to entertain that train of thought just yet, and JK said summer for himself so.

I guess we’ll have to wait and see. I really have no idea! This is definitely probably way too much speculation based on absolutely nothing substantial 😭 but this is how I keep myself sane while the fandom implodes.

But yeah, my current prediction timeline is

First half of June - Jin return, FESTA content, RPWP MV, maybe Jikook show teaser 2nd half of June - PJM2 announcement and preorders 1st half of July - possible PJM2 prerelease and content, maybe Jikook show starts 2nd half of July - PJM2, MMM mini edition August - JK releases a single or EP + Jikook show could start if it hasn’t yet September - possible JK documentary with extra content and rollout similar to Jimin’s Production Diary, or once again Jikook show if it hasn't started yet October - Hobi returns, maybe Jin album announcement? (if we were following previous pattern it would be an album at the end of the month, but that's probably way too soon)

And then obviously the rest of the year will be mostly Jin album, maybe also a single, and various promotions and activities + not sure how soon Hobi will start releasing content but he did say he had plans post-enlistment so we’ll definitely see something. And I do think a mini tour in 2025 seems crazy but possible. That would absolutely fill up the beginning of the year with something big and exciting to tide ARMYs over until June.

I can’t remember if Namjoon or Taehyung mentioned documentaries for their albums? But that could happen too, and I’m sure that the enlisted members have more surprises outside of their major music releases considering MMM came out of nowhere, so maybe some mini subunit variety content, or some more singles and collabs.

Still I hope this timeline is right. I don’t think I could handle a much longer wait for PJM2 or the travel show tbh 😭

[uniquejellyfishqueen]

November

*11/17 is the 317 day of the year. 3/17 is the day the ET started.

*11/16 is national button day

11/2/1721 Peter I was proclaimed Emperor of all the Russias *she has a song “Peter”

11/4/1842 Abraham Lincoln married Mary Todd in Soringfield, Illinois (I wonder if their wedding cake was made from dogs and cats?)

11/13/1887: Bloody Sunday

11/14/1888 St. Andrews Golf Club in Yonkers, NY opens with just 6 holes.

11/4/1890 the first electrified underground railway system is opened in London

11/17/1896: The Western Pennsylvania Hockey League is formed

11/12/1908 GM acquired Olds Motor Works

November 1911: William C.Durant and Swiss race car driver Louis Chevrolet founded the Chevrolet Motor Company GM then acquired it in 1918.

11/25/1915 KKK Rebirth & Revival at Stone Mountain

11/4/1916: Walter Cronkite born in St. Jospeh, Missouri. He was widely regarded as America’s most trusted journalist. He passed away in 2009.

*Eminem was also born in St Joesph Missouri, born 10/17/1972. On 8/18/2007 TS performed in St Joseph Missouri at Trails West! No set list to be found, but she did perform with Craig Morgan. -> “I forgot how the West was won.” -> Craig Morgan born 7/17/1964 is a veteran of the US Army as a forward observer and a current member of the Army Reserve. His 1st single from his 3rd album “That’s What I Love About Sunday” was released on 11/1/2004-> “pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup”. First thing on that lyric is that the New York Times have been publishing Sunday editions since 4/21/1861 but didn’t print a Sunday Edition for the 1st 10 years of its publication. The first issue if the newspaper, published on 9/18/1851 stated that the paper was published every morning, except on Sundays. I’m picturing Vernon Dursley looking all crazy being happy about “No post on Sundays” second thing to add to this is that in 1896 Adolph Ochs bought the paper and added a Sunday Magazine section to the paper. The first issue of the magazine was published on 9/6/1896 (69 is the zodiac sign for Cancer btw) it featured the first photographs ever printed in the newspaper. Ochs also banned fiction, comic strips, and gossip columns from the paper. -> and on 11/8/2024 TS was caught on a pap walk in NYC wearing a dress that I was calling a ‘Statement Piece” until I learned the name of the dress itself is “Sunday Striped Cotton Dress” -> which can roll off her history with Craig Morgan but it is also coincidental that there are “You’ve been selected to pick cotton on 11/15/24 you’ll be picked up in a brown van” text messages being brought to the internets attention… we are the media now, no one ever said we were telling true stories. The past participle of sew is sewn: to join, fasten, repair. She’s running with her dress unbottoned because the repair takes time. Also this Sunday 2 days after the cotton dress, is Reputations 7th birthday. (6th album 7th birthday = 13) red is 3 letters lover is 5 letters that = 8. 6th album R=18 7th album L=12. Added all together you would get 12, we are waiting on TS 12 but 12 can be broken down to 3 and thats speak now which has 9 gowns for 1 song. So 9+3 also = 12. Speak Now is 2 words Evermore is 2 words in 1. 122 is the emergency number in Egypt. SNE=19145=20=2. Speak Now and Evermore are both 8 letters in total, 8+8=16=7. And Reputation is turning 7. ****And the 7th letter is 2 which to me means Fearless, since thats her 2nd album. She has to be fearless to speak her truth, right? And isn’t the point of her defending her reputation and name is for her to finally be able to have the strength and courage to speak now. Could TS 12 be a compilation album of sorts?

11/16/1926: The Montreal Maroons win the New York Rangers ice hockey club first game 1-0

11/17/1940: GB Packers are the first team to travel by plane.

11/13/1941 David Green, the founder of Hobby Lobby

11/12/1954: Ellis Island off the Coast of New York ceases operations

11/23/1954 GM celebrated its 50 millionth car with a parade in Flint, Michigan. The parade featured the 50 millionth car a gold plated Chevrolet Bel Air Sport Coupe.

11/22/1963 JFK assassinated in Dallas, TX

-born in Brookline, Massachusetts on 5/29/1917. Age 46 when he died. (4 red, 6 rep) Area code for Brookline is 617. 6/17/23 was show #35 N2/2 Pittsburgh. She played Folklore (8th album/7th track) “Seven” and Speak Now (3rd album/7 track) “TSOU”

11/25/1963 JFK State funeral

11/14/1966 Muhammad Ali TKO’s Cleveland William in 3 rounds for the heavyweight title.

11/18/1968 McDonalds Golden Arches trademarked

11/14/1970: Almost all of the Marshall University football team are killed during the Southern Airways flight 932 crashed in West Virginia. Total of 75 people killed.

11/26/1971 50,000 guests visited the Magic Kingdom at Walt Disney World the day after thanksgiving. **the park opened to the public on 10/1/1971, but the official grand opening and dedication was on 10/25/1971 (dude thats a bit ass backwards, unless you knew what you were doing price wise then that makes you an asshole.)

11/22/1977: The Denver Masonic Temple Building (5 minutes from Coors Field) a Richardsonian Romanesque style building from 1889. It was added to the NRHP on this date.

11/4/1979: about 500 young Iranian militants stormed the U.S Embassy in Teheran, Iran and took 90 hostages, including 52 Americans that they held captive for 444 days.

11/21/1980: High Indidelity REO Speedwagon released. It is their 9th studio album. *High Infidelity is only on Midnights 3AM (10th album according to some swifities, 12th album according to Forbes) (track 17) and Midnights Til The Dawn Editions. So this could be point to 12/9 which is the day after the Eras Tour ends.

11/11/1984: “Three Musketeers” opens at Broadway Theater for 9 performances.

11/15/1985: Jeffree Star DOB

11/22/1986: Wayne Gretzky of the Oilers is the 13th NHLer to score 500 goals

11/7/1991: Magic Johnson announces that he is HIV Positive

11/24/1991: Freddie Mercury, lead singer/ songwriter of the rock band Queen, dies of bronchial pneumonia resulting from AIDS

11/2/1992 There Is Nothing Left to Lose is the third studio album released by Foo Fighters

11/14/1993 Dale Earnhardt wins the 43rd NASCAR Sprint Cup

11/1995: DMB Satellite

11/4/1995: Israeli Prime Minister Yitzhak Rabin was assassinated as he left a peace rally in Tel Aviv.

11/22/1995: Toy Story is released by Pixar as the first feature length film created completely from using computer generated imagery.

11/22/1995 Wizard of Oz Dreams Come True T.V musical performance

11/12/1996 Eminem Infinite

11/8/1994 Dewine 1st Republican Senate since 1970 (1970 was under a red administration all around I assume)

11/12/1997: Ramzi Yousef, a Pakistani born in Kuwait is found guilty of masterminding the 1993 World Trade Center bombing in NYC (2/26/1993 at 12:18 pm)

11/17/1997: Mario Lemieux enters the NHL HOF.

11/12/2001 American Airlines Flight 587 crashes into NYC minutes after taking off from JFK International Airport, killing all 260 on board and 5 on the ground.

11/15/2001: “Everyday” DMB

11/8/2002: 8 Mile

11/22/2002: More than 100 people are killed during an attack aimed at the contestants of the Miss World contest in Nigeria.

11/1/2004: Craig Morgan 1st single from his 3rd album “That’s What I Love About Sunday”

11/12/2004: Eminem Encore

11/13/2004: Shady National Convention

11/14/2005: Carrie Underwood Debut album “Some Hearts”

11/20/2005 Five Songs and a Cover an EP released by Foo Fighters exclusively to Best Buy Retail Stores. The cover song is “I Feel Free” by Cream, which feature Taylor Hawkins on vocals and Dave Grohl on Drums.

11/7/2006: Skin and Bones is a live acoustic album released by Foo Fighters

11/12/2006: TS The Star Spangled Banner at the 2006 Checkers Auto Parts 500 Avondale which is “a bedroom suburb for Phoenix, AZ”-> 18 years ago this year.

11/23/2006: NFL on Thanksgiving Day TS performed The Star Spangled Banner” DETROIT 10 vs MIAMI 27 *** Since 2006, three contests have been scheduled for Thanksgiving Day. In addition to the traditional Detroit and Dallas home afternoon games, a third game is now played in prime time and televised by NFL Network (2006-2011) or NBC (since 2012) the prime time game is hosted by a different team (other than the Lions and Cowboys) each season. *So its like Rubies was on holidays how only certain stores were picked to be open on holidays they just decided that Detroit (since 1934) and Dallas (since 1966) would be the thanksgiving game every year. There were apparently two execeptions to this in 1975 and 1977 I’m sorry that is stupid AF, they would probably rather play a backyard game with their families, but no you make more on holiday coverage greedy assholes. Like I said I’m joining a fantasy league next year because this information is so dumb that it’s fascinating. Funny from what I’m seeing the home team wasn’t even the winner.. Nathan Scott informed us of point shaving ya know.

11/7/2007: 2007 CMAs performed “Our Song”

11/28/2007: TS performed at the 75th Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree Lighting. She sand “Silent Night”

11/7/2008: CMT Crossroads TS and Def Leppard all songs were sung together: “Photograph” “PTB” “Love Story” “Hysteria” “TOMG” “When Hate and Love Collide” “SSN” “Pour Some Sugar on Me” “Love” “Our Song” “Two Steps Behind”

11/10/2008: GMA NY performed “Love Story”

11/10/2008: Late Show with David Letterman performed “Fearless”

11/11/2008: Fearless and Fearless Platinum

11/11/2008: TS on Ellen performed “Love Story” and “Should’ve Said No.”

11/12/2008: 2008 CMAs performed “Love Story”

11/14/2008: The first G-20 economic summit opens in Washington, DC

11/3/2009: Greatest Hits is a greatest hits album released by Foo Fighters

11/3/2009: Play On Carrie Underwood 3rd studio album

11/7/2009: SNL performed “The Monologue Song (La La La)” “YBWM’ “Untouchable”

11/11/2009: 2009 CMAs performed “Forever and Always” and “Fifteen”

11/18/2009: The Paul O’Grady Show in London TS performs “Fifteen”

11/21/2009: TS performed at Children In Need in London. She sang Love Story

November 2010: GM returned to the stock market with one of the largest IPOs in US history, the following year GM became the largest automaker again.

11/1/2010: TS on Ellen. Performed “YBWM” “BTD” and “Mine”

11/2/2010: Dancing with the Stars in LA TS performed “Mine” and “White Horse”

11/10/2010: 2010 CMAs performed “Back to December”

11/14/2010: 2010 BBC Radio 1’s Teen Awards performed, “Love Story” “Speak Now” and “Mine”

11/15/2010: the single Back to December (which is 16 days before December 1st.)

11/18/2010: Zoom in Tokyo ��Mine”

11/19/2010: Music Station Tokyo “Mine”

11/21/2010: 2010 AMAs performed “Back to December” and “Apologize”

11/25/2010: NBC’s Thanksgiving Special: Taylor Swift - Speak Now. “Mine” “Sparks Fly” “TSOU” “Long Live” “Haunted” “Mean” “BTD” “Enchanted” “Speak Now”

11/9/2011: 2011 CMAs performed “Ours”

11/21/2011 & 11/22/2011: Speak Now World Tour MSG, NYC. Selena Gomez joined her for a performance of “Who Says?” And was also joined by James Taylor for “Fire and Rain”

11/1/2012: 2012 CMAs performed “Begin Again”

11/11/2012: 2010 MTV EMAs “WANGBT”

*->*this performance she wore the circus ring leader outfit that she was also wearing in the LWYMMD video. This is also an outfit she shows off in the closet of the LWYMMD behind the scenes video.

11/15/2012: The X-Factor LA performed “State of Grace”

11/18/2012: 2012 AMAs in LA performed “IKYWT”

11/20/2012: Sukkiri Morning Show in Tokyo “WANGBT”

11/25/2012: The Today Show Sydney. “WANGBT” “Red” “IKYWT”

11/27/2012: 2Day FM Sydney performed “Red” “IKYWT” “WANGBT”

11/27/2012: “I Knew You Were Trouble” released as 3rd single from Red

11/29/2012: 2012 ARIA music awards in Sydney performed “IKYWT” *this and the one above are the same song back to back at two different award shows. Is this on purpose? It’s an 11 day difference, is Red the sister album of TTPD?

11/1/2013: + Tour NY Ed Sheeran “Everything Has Changed” With Ed Sheeran.

11/3/2013: The X Factor London “The Last Time” with Gary Lightbody from Snow Patrol

11/6/2013: 2013 CMAs Nashville performed “Red” with Alison Krauss, Edgar Meter, Eric Darken, Sam Bush, and Vince Gill.

**11/13/2013: TS (while dressed like the British Flag in the most Spice Girls way possible) has her first performance at a VS Fashion Show NYC “My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark (Light Em Up) with FOB. During this performance Karlie Kloss and Cara Delevingne (1989 World Tour 6/12/2015, 6/27/2015, 7/11/2015 guests) were the Angels on Stage (OMG are they the ones that rolled their eyes?!?) and also performed “IKYWT” while this song was happening fake snow was falling on the stage -> The Pittsburgh Penguins used the FOB song in their 4/13/2013 commercial (11 years ago). -> flash forward to 2024 on 11/13/2024 the Pittsburgh Penguins host the Detroit Red Wings. -> The Toronto Maple Leafs (like Maple Latte? The hidden message from “All Too Well”?) have a 3 peat in their Stanley Cup history 1947, 1948, and 1949 in which 48 and 49 they sweeped the Red Wings back to back. (Sweep.. like she was sweeping the yellow brick road in the Karma music video?) -> -> -> -> aired on 12/11/2020: Evermore’s eventual Birthday. (12/11 is 4 days after the last show)

11/19/2013: Adam Levine named Sexiest Man Alive by People Magazine

11/27/2013 Winter Whites Gala London. Performed “IKYWT” “Love Story” and “Livin’ on a Prayer” (with Bon Jovi and Prince William)

11/3/2014: TS pulled music from Spotify

11/5/2014: Mezamashi TV Tokyo performed “SIO”

11/6/2014: Sukkiri Morning Show Tokyo performed “SIO”

11/10/2014 Sonic Highways is the 8th album released by Foo Fighters

11/25/2014: The Voice TS performed “Blank Space”

11/23/2014: 2014 AMAs LA performed “Blank Space”

11/29/2014: Songs in Tokyo performed “WANGBT” “Blank Space” “SIO”

11/12/2015: 1989 World Tour N3/3 Shanghai Mercedes Benz Arena. The surprise song was “You Belong With Me”

11/20/2015: Heartbeat Carrie Underwood 2nd single 5th album

11/23/2015 Saint Cecilia is an EP released by the Foo Fighters

->recored at Hotel Saint Cecilia: 112 Academy Dr, Austin, TX 78704

->Saint Cecilia was a Roman Christian virgin martyr. She became the patroness of music and musicians it being written that, as the musicians played at her wedding, Cecilia "sang in her heart to the Lord". Musical compositions are dedicated to her, and her feast, on 22 November, is the occasion of concerts and musical festivals. She is also known as Cecilia of Rome.

11/10/2017: Sirius XM Fishbowl NY performed “CIWYW” “NYD” “American Girl” -> like the fishbowl of the blue lover house room?

11/9/2017: ABC World Premiere Performance Watch Hill. performed “NYD” *this is the broadcast day and was recorded on 10/18/2017.

11/9/2017: TRSTSS playlist

11/10/2017: Reputation

11/11/2017: SNL “RDFI?” “CIWYW”

11/13/2017: TS performs “NYD” on The Tonight Show in honor of Jimmy’s mom.

11/9/2018: Reputation Stadium Tour Auckland, SS was Out of the Woods.

11/19/2018: Snoop Dogg gets a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame

11/21/2018: final night of the Reputation Stadium Tour. Tokyo. SS was Wildest Dreams.

11/4/2019: Drinking Alone Carrie Underwood 4th single 6th album

11/7/2019: Sukkiri Morning Show Japan performed “Me!”

11/10/2019: Alibaba Singles Day Shanghai performed “Me!” “Lover” “YNTCD”

11/24/2019: 2019 AMAs TS was awarded Artist of the Decade. In LA. Performed, “Love Story”, “IKYWT”, “Blank Space” “SIO” (with Halsey and Camilla Cabello), “Lover” (with Misty Copeland and Craig Hall)

11/13/2020: TS Holiday merch drop

11/22/2020: Taylor Swift wins Artist of the Year at the AMAs for the 3rd year in row

11/25/2020: Folklore Long Pond Studio Sessions (all songs were performed with Jack Antonoff and Aaron Dessner)

11/11/2021: TS on Jimmy Fallon “Can I hint and plan something 3 years in advance, I’m gonna try.”

11/13/2021: SNL NY performed “All Too Well (10 Minute Version)”

11/15/2021: “I Bet You Think About Me” and “Message in a Bottle” released as singles for Red T.V.

11/19/2021: MLB Cleveland Indians change their name officially to The Guardians.

11/21/2021: All Too Well The Short Film Premiere NY

11/21/2021: Red T.V & ATW SF

11/5/2022: Thanks to huge streaming numbers, Taylor Swift claims every spot on the Top 10 of the Hot 100 with songs from her album Midnights, with "Anti-Hero" at #1. She's the first artist to do so; Drake held nine of the Top 10 for a week in September 2021.

11/11/2022: TS Holiday merch drop

11/15/2022: The presale for Taylor Swift's Eras tour crashes Ticketmaster, leading to frustrated fans and a federal investigation. Despite this, 2.4 million tickets are sold, the most for one artist ever in a single day.

11/13/2023: “Never beating the sorcery allegations” TS tweet. (I’m not apologizing for saying she started a cult, because thats exactly what she did..)

11/13/2023: TS Holiday merch drop

11/13/2024: TS Holiday merch drop 11 am.

11/15/2024: GM announced lay of of roughly 1,000 people globally.

11/15/2024: Paul vs Tyson AT&T Stadium Arlington, Texas

11/15/2024: DMB @ PPG

11/15/2024: Elton John: Never Too Late

-original premiere was at the 2024 Toronto International Film Festival on 9/6/2024

-to be released to Disney+ on 12/13/2024.

11/16/24: lawsuit against Ticketmaster for price gouging. Lawsuit headed by Kinder Law: a woman-owned boutique law firm practicing personal injury + wrongful death litigation in and around Dallas.

11/20/2024: 58th annual CMA Awards (5+8=13)

11/23/2024: Sidney Crosby scored his 600 point at 3:11 of the second period on a 5 on 3 power play. He is the 21st player to do so.

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

12.16.23 Saturday

7:36 am

It is just weird that I have to scan this 10 pages form from conduent...Well, I asked already again and they told me that I have to do it...

I wonder if there ìs still a computer shop and scanner somewhere....

Later,I have to find a scanner somewhere... Still,have windblow...

Do I feel horny? 16 years that I'm single? Hmm....I posted this issue on my previous post...I have my lil green men.... But I want to find the right one...In a way,I still need to put collagen down there and I have a lil pride on it.... Though, it is irritating if you wanna feel it but there is no one for me now...

8:06 am

For windblow...

A lesson that I've learned lately that I asked for it from someone, if you angels want to know just read everything or back track my journal entries here though a lot of times I asked help and just venting out my bad emotion...

I did crave for sex for any position that I want but I was rejected, right? It was a lesson learned to hold myself and protect my ego and pride...

I feel ugly and fat now... I feel that I need to work... I really wanna beat the position of being a product manager or trainer... I wanna perfect my nose. I just need to find mature people to hang around with or new mature friends...

But life is full of surprises!!!

I STILL FEEL JEALOUS ON THINGS THAT I DON'T KNOW, THAT I MUST KNOW...

I'm fine "Lil Green Men" are with me to save my daY.

10:02 am

Done, with the forms and after lunch I have to scan this and send to Conduent...

I'm just wondering on page 6 about the word "contingent"...

Contingency refers to an event that may or may not occur in the future. In other words, it depends on fulfillment of a condition, which is uncertain or incidental. ( google)

♡♡♡♡

I just hope that I can smoothly start my job without hassle....

10:14 am

Just checking this Conduent the company is originated in New Jersey...

Hmm.... It suddenly pop-up in my mind my xbf who went there but this is just a story that I suddenly remember now... There was this one circumstance that happened during my 18th birthday and I knew he got mad at me or simply he was judgemental on something... This is just a past event of my life with some fucking, old,missing friends or gf's or bf's or old fucking friends are "all missing in action or simply super active at the back stage or they forgot to invite me in the bathroom".

Ouch!!!

So, this Mark who is a Born Again Christian that I met in FEU Recto, who originally lives in Bungalow Pampanga... Who got angry at me for shoving off my biological father on the day of my 18th birthday coz he didn't know the actual reason. I just figured out that he wanted to smash me coz of my behaviour...

Mark didn't know... It was my private argument on my biological father... It seems he wanted to remove my spoiled status here in my biological mother side on my Aunt who was my "mother Teresa"... What I mean is,my mother Teresa was my guardian and became my 2nd mom coz she was married with a Japanese and supported me on my education since high-school until college... Then,life is not always perfect...

I hope Mark should respect me on that behaviour and my biological father and I, we talked about it again just few years back that we really confronted each other about that day that I shoved him off on my 18th birthday...

My biological father knew that I asked him a money around 100k for my 18th birthday, it was an act suggested not ordered by my "adoptive parent's". They wanted my biological father to exist with pride. I got angry coz I called him for many2x times that I said Pa can you give me a 100k pesoses for my 18th birthday, for additional money and he didn't reply or anything coz he was really on his peak those days... I mean my biological father got good links and money. He is one of the best dancers on ballroom floor industry... Once you are one of the best or one of the charms of ballroom floor, you got a good backbone support...

The issue that Mark, got angry on me somehow the story was like that... He said that I was disrespectful... He wanted me to stay with my biological father coz of that for me to stop being a spoiled here. Mark just couldn't understand the situation that I had with my biological father.

But from the previous years, me and my biological father talked about it, he said he was busy that time. I said coz I asked money from you remember?

On my 18th birthday he appeared and I felt that what was the point of being there that I tried asking money from him and he was not replying... I just said what is the point of being here pa? You didn't give me additional money. He just gave me the necklace, earrings,bracelet everything on real GOLD then he left... We had a gap for some years...

The jewellery that he gave me it was all on the Cebuana Pawnshop and I wasn't able to recover even my other rings and golds...

10:53 am

For Mark, I have no guilty emotion on him... I just can't end up with someone who will take the side of my family, I mean I don't like that kind of man or bf....

I want my bf or gf be always on my side! Most specially my bf! I don't want my bf to be on the side of my family that is not a good husband!

Mark just wanted a points for him...

11:30 am

I still have windblow...

Again, can I just kiss Borgy's lower abdomen before lunch?

If we can just turn back the time Borgy....

12:27 noon

Lunch time... I don't know....This is my favorite picture of Borgy... Of all of his pictures, coz it looks like college...

If I can just really turn back the time... Time is something Borgy... Right?

At one point I have addiction on my bf being dugyot or looking wasted... But it looks like really college... College bf...

Dugyot or looking wasted but still brushing his teeth and cleaning his nails... A good sweaty smell that you will still love him...

5:21 pm

Krisia Paglinawan is one of the HR's or assisting employee in Conduent for many2x times she sent me that my NBI is already expired,for several times I answered her Ms or Mam Krisia it will be on 23... It is just 16th of December today and I already sent all of my requirements documents via mail to everyone on HR in Conduent...

Ms Krisia Paglinawan keeps on telling me that my NBI is expired... She is crazy... She is crazy angels...

Done, sending all of my scan documents in Conduent.

8:16 pm

This Krisia is crazy...

8:35 pm

It is still valid, it can still be processed as for today as valid requirements....It is not a receipt, it is a clearance!

Say "update after the validity"...

Plus,the police clearance??? Huh???

8:58 pm

The main security told me that next week probably we will start... Mr Joe told me to process everything today....There is contingency, angels... I need a job...

I need to complete everything today...

Something is weird and wrong...

I FEEL JEALOUS ON THINGS THAT I DON'T KNOW, THAT I MUST KNOW... THAT I SHOULD KNOW...

9:22 pm

Shit this NBI... What the fuck are those dates???

9:43 pm

Whew! Stress... I'm having chest pain... I feel bad...

10:41 pm

I have windblow... On Monday will process my fucking NBI in Robinson Dasma.

I don't have a schedule which is I need to fall in a long line... I hate it!!! I CAN'T MAKE A SCHEDULE...

I feeel bullshit!!!

Plus, I feel jealous on something that I don't know...

[zanefan123]

I feel like this is a good time for my response of episodes where I think he did that (some are even before 'WhoBob WhatPants/Whatever Happened To SpongeBob', 'Gone' and The second Movie , and originally only posted on Reddit) they're under the cut:

"Sandy, SpongeBob, and the Worm"- 'Say it or I'll trip you'- such an iconic line  c⚟ . Why does no one seem to remember it?,

"My Pretty Seahorse"- very excellent acting SpongeBob (two faced maniac 💅),

"Skill Crane"- He slaps Squidward (gatekeep, gaslight, girlboss),

"Bummer Vacation"- 'Think they can just fire me like that, like trash?! I don't think so' (chills, man),

"Best Day Ever"- SpongeBob slaps Squidward like 3 times at the end,

"Waiting"- he flipped Sandra and did other 'mean' things,

"Breath of Fresh Squidward"----'Keep dreaming >:[' (an iconic line yet again, people always miss them),

"Money Talks"- He owns that soul (Don't mess with SpongeBob's paycheck),

"To Save a Squirrel"- I refuse to believe he forgot he can filter feed,

"Spongicus"- HE WANTS BLOOD (at the start at least),

"Squid's Visit"- he's presented in a creepy light,

"To SquarePants or Not to SquarePants"- 'Yes, lots of fell-o-nies' (Iconic line yet again), I think he switched personalities on purpose ,

"A Pal for Gary"- SpongeBob is delulu 🤪,

"Kracked Krabs"- Stealing a hotel room is OK 👌,

"Rodeo Daze"- He kidnapped the entire town,

"Sponge-Cano!"- Notice how he refused to help Squidward when he was gonna be sacrificed until he admitted he appreciated SpongeBob?,

"The Abrasive Side"- He finally gets tired of everyone taking advantage of his kindness except the abrasive side started mocking him too so he had to get rid of it,

"Earworm"- He actually goes crazy,

"A Friendly Game"- He is extremely competitive at some point playing golf blindfolded indoors (what could go wrong),

"It's a SpongeBob Christmas"- the jerktonium laced brownies have no effect on SpongeBob implying he's the jerkiest he can be,

"Eek, an Urchin" and "Krab Borg"- at the end he runs away from his problems,

"Imitation Krabs"- He takes the lead, he wants answers and he'll take them using any methods necessary,

"FrankenDoodle"- If we assume that DoodleBob is an extention of SpongeBob's imagination we can see how SpongeBob imagines himself to be (Hey that kinda rhymed),

"The Whole Tooth"- He breaks into Patrick's house to steal his baby tooth,

"Mimic Madness"- He goes crazy,

"Plankton Gets the Boot"- 'We are soulmates, and we're going to get married and print 1, 347 babies' (How did you 'accidentally' fall for Sheldon, SpongeBob?),

"Life Insurance"- He continued to shake the diving board despite Squidward telling him to stop causing Squidward to suffer a near-death experience,

"Saving Bikini Bottom: The Sandy Cheeks Movie"- He cares more about his on-demand shows then his 'friends',

-'I don't know about her, but I'm in' (ready to abandon his friends like they abandoned him in the 2nd movie and "Gone"),

and off-topic but

-'The original would no longer exist' (He died on screen, why does no one acknowledge that???),

"ChefBob"- His second personality is reflected by ChefBob (I think),

"Call The Cops"- Arrested a girl scout for violating code 49689763025-D,

- officer: 'Zip it,kid! I get it. You're a criminal mastermind'

SB: 'Guilty! Yay!' (He's a criminal mastermind),

"Goons on the Moon"- He destroyed the moon then replaced it,

"The Way of the Sponge"- He's a natural kar-rah-teah master,

"Safe Deposit Krabs"- SpongeBob tries to break into a bank,

"Don't Look Now"- I think he eventually realized Squidward was dressed up as the fisherman and beat him up and you cannot tell me otherwise,

"Code Yellow"- He literally made sushi out of Squidward,

"SpongeBob's Place"- Eugene tells SpongeBob The Krusty Krab is haunted and fails miserably at keeping the business running cause SpongeBob opened his own restaurant at home,

"The Getaway"- I think he knew what he was doing,

A bit unrelated again but- "SpongeBob's Big Birthday Blowout" - 'He works for Krabs, *he's clearly a masochist*' (Alr Sheldon)

"Squidward’s Sick Daze"-  Squidward: 'That isn't going in my mouth.'

SB: 'Guess again~, :]' (He's not just a masochist, he's a sadist too IMO),

"Ma and Pa's Big Hurah"- This episode proves SpongeBob knows how to act mature, he just chooses not to most of the time,

"Friendiversary"- SpongeBob's presented in a creepy light (again);

That's all for now!

I need Spongebob to be petty

Just two or three episodes

No one sees it because it's him doing it and he can't possibly be this scheming but he is

He is

He's had enough

[shadowpeachspost]

OK SO I NEED HELP-

TW: Undiagnosed Depression, feeling useless, heartbreaking, vent mainly-

So my boyfriend's (Jaiden) birthday is tomorrow and since the last day of school [June 27th] I haven't been in contact with him.. He would call me but I would let it ring, he would text me but I would swipe the notification away, he would try his best to speak to me but it feels like I lost my love for him..

NOW LET ME TELL YALL HOW WE GOT TOGETHER!!

[Basically on February 7th, he asked if I would be his platonic valentine and I said sure since on February 3rd-4th my crush already became an item with some girl [[I STILL HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM SO KEEP IN MIND]]. So on the 14th, me and his friends who are also a couple were doing a bottle flip game. At some point I heard, "If I make this, you gotta ask out [Dead name]." ((Yall can call me Ray or Rayne[Rain] and I go by all pronouns mainly he/they)) Obviously, I looked over and see the bottle land. I was surprised that I didn't know what to say and just covered my face from embarrassment and shock. ((This was mainly at lunch time 1 something pm)) He looks over at me and says, "Well? Will you be my girlfriend?" I DIDN'T WANT TO BREAK HIS HEART BECAUSE WE JUST MET LIKE A MONTH AGO SO I SAID YES LIKE AN IDIOT!!! After that, we announce that it was official. Obviously, everyone was happy for us and we would go on dates and stuff. Forgot to mention that I was his FIRST GIRLFRIEND! But he wasn't my first boyfriend ((He's the 2nd don't worry)). And everytime he would do something lovey-dovey to me, it would make me feel uncomfortable..

NOW LETS TALK ABOUT MY CRUSH!!! <33

Me and this boy (Daniel) were friends before Halloween ((probably like the 15th or something)). We were in at least 4 classes together so we would see each other twice in the morning and twice in the afternoon ((sometimes in the hallways)). We would always hangout with each other and ((this is a literal thing we do)) if one of us isn't here, the other one would be lost and "depressed" until the other one comes back. Well February 2nd, I had to get my hair done. So, I told Daniel that I would be gone for 2 days ((since my mom does my hair ppl with weave should know that feeling)) and I would be back on the 5th. When I get back, I see one of my other friend's (Halo) and I say, "Why aren't you sitting where we usually sit?" They told me to sit and look across the table. I look, and across 2 tables, I see Daniel..sitting next to a girl.... It takes me like 3 seconds to realize that they were dating. My heart was completely shattered. I wanted to tell him that I liked him when I got back, in a new hair style and color. Few weeks gone by and I still have a thing for him. Most of my friends are saying, "Give up on him." "You need to move on." "He wouldn't love you like that." And I didn't listen. I STILL LOVE HIM TILL THIS DAY!!!

Now the main reason of this post

I..don't love Jaiden but I don't want to break his heart for the first time. Which made me feel "depressed" and less confident. Alot of anxiety is build up inside of me to either tell him or not. I don't want to be a bad girlfriend, but it should be my choice to love who I want to right? I started to feel useless around him as well. He would take me anywhere ((not literally)) and would always do something for me. I don't do anything for him though and I feel like I can't for some reason. ((PLUS HE STALKS ME ON INSTA [My private account] AND I FEEL LIKE I DON'T HAVE ANY PRIVACY))

I don't know what to do at this point and I need help. Should I tell him how I feel and confess to mu crush? Should I still play the "girlfriend" role? I don't know anymore!!! IT FEELS LIKE IM ISOLATING MYSELF FROM EVERYONE!!!

[ladyideal]

FICMAS REQUESTS

Yes I know. It's November 1st and Thanksgiving hasn't come around yet, Deb. This is my 2nd year writing Ficmas , so I'm looking for requests once more. I need time ahead of December to write them all. HOWEVER this year, I’ll only take 25 requests. Why do I this to myself. So without further ado. Here’s the list of people I’m writing for that is more or less updated.

STAR TREK

AOS Crew: Jim, Scotty, Bones, Scones x reader, Mckirk x reader

Disco Crew: Pike, Tilly, Saru

Almost Human: John Kennex

Lord of The Rings: Aragorn, Eomer, Legolas, Haldir, Boromir

The Hobbit: Kili, Fili

The Boys: Billy Butcher

Rules: (Below)

1. (Optional) Please please reblog so I can get some traction on this.

2. Then send an ask in with your prompt numbers and character

3. Last date to request will be firmly on November 30th. Request early so I can start brainstorming them right now, and make more or less of a schedule.

4. Mix & Match up to 3 prompts per person unless I don’t reach twenty five requests.

5. If you want to add something extra in details, please send it in also. It really helps.

6. Please do note that I’ll be writing constantly over the course of the next month, as I’ll be taking up the same project on the other blog. So excuse the silence because I will be writing a total of 50 requests (or more).

7. Anons ARE welcomed this year. HOWEVER if I receive too many, I will reserve the right to pick and choose. If I have extra time to write the rest of the six days, I’ll post them up too.

8. IF you want smut, please let me know what you want in it. (I won’t take many and I’ll reserve the right to write smut for only certain characters.)

9. Any other questions or for more characters, please ask or message me. Thanks.

Prompt List:

“Did you put the mistletoe here just so you had an excuse to kiss me?”

“A lot of mistletoe seems to conveniently appear when I’m with you.”

“Are— Are you taking down the mistletoe?”

“I don’t care about tradition — if you try to kiss me under the mistletoe, I’m going to start swinging.”

“I see putting up the Christmas lights didn’t exactly go to plan.”

“This looks like the work of a three year old. What have you done?”

“Here, lemme help.”

“You decorated the tree… without me?”

“Take it down. I don’t need that monstrosity in our living room.”

“You wanna put the star on top of the tree?”

“It’d make sense for our 3 year old daughter to put the star on the tree rather than her fully grown adult parents.”

“It looks like Santa threw up here.”

“I’ve seen less tinsel in a Christmas store.”

“It’s snowing!”

“If you don’t come outside and make snow angels with me right this second…”

“Do you wanna build a snowman?”

“Give me your scarf. I don’t want our snowman to be cold.”

“The snow in your hair… it’s so pretty.”

“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“What are you doing to that poor wrapping paper?”

“I don’t think even a pretty bow will fix that.”

“Christmas shopping is the worst.”

“I will physically fight her for the last box of baubles.”

“Secret Santa is the bane of my existence.”

“Stop being stubborn and tell me what you want for Christmas!”

“Please tell me you aren’t searching my room to see where I’ve hidden the presents?”

“Why does your birthday have to fall on Christmas day?”

“How many Christmas jumpers do you really need?”

“Make sure the dog has his Christmas jumper on for the family photo!”

“This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

“I’ve always hated Christmas, but I think you’ve changed my mind.”

“I wasn’t going to let you spend Christmas alone.”

“Can’t the threat wait until after Christmas dinner?”

“Is one normal Christmas too much to ask for?”

“I’ll have to stay the night. I’m not going out in that snowstorm.”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Okay, which one of you turned off the oven?”

“Whoever forgot to put the turkey in, I’ll see you in court.”

“I don’t trust you to carve the turkey. I’m politely asking you to step away.”

“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

“We’re all out of marshmallows!”

“Hey! Give me my hot chocolate back!”

“Step away from the cookies.”

“Who ate all of the chocolates from the advent calendar?”

“How many more people are coming for dinner?”

“There’s no way you can get me to go to your parent’s house for Christmas dinner.”

“Of course my mum will want to see you!”

“_____ is gonna kill us if we’re late, hurry up!”

“Merry Christmas, angel.”

Reaching for the last turkey at the same time

Borrowing a ladder from a neighbour

One room left in a motel during a snowstorm

Christmas shopping together

Christmas dinner spent with friends

Christmas dinner spent with their family

Gift wrapping together

Christmas work parties

Giving them the wrong gift on accident

Christmas proposals

Christmas markets

Ice skating with friends

Getting each other for Secret Santa

Baking cookies together

Cuddling and watching Christmas movies

Singing along to Christmas songs

First Christmas with your child

Big snowball fights

“What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?”

“How did you manage to get tangled up in tinsel?”

kissing in the snow

.“Let’s go for a walk! No, we won’t freeze.”

“Here, let me help you with the scarf.”

“Don’t you have anything else spirited that isn’t as much of an eyesore?”

“You’re under the mistletoe so stop stalling and just kiss.”

8. We’re at a Christmas party and we’re wearing the exact same ugly sweater

Fake dating because your family can’t stop asking about your love life AU

I’m stress baking and now I have too many cookies, do you want some? AU

We’re wrapping presents but you suck at it, let me help you.

We’re playing Secret Santa and I just gave you what you always wanted hoping it would help you realize I’ve been in love with you for years.

We’re going ice-skating for the first time and you help me learn how to keep balance because I suck

We’re snowed in so we build a blanket fort. @readingtrek Scones + reader

“You made gingerbread zombies?”

“Step away from the cookies.”

“Who ate all the advent calendar chocolates?!”

“Normally I’d say no, but I’m on my 14th candy cane, so why not?”

“If I hear one more Mariah Carey song I will riot”

“Remind me why I can’t kill the carolers?

“Hum one more note of that carol and I will stab you”

“My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on”

“If you throw that snowball you’re declaring war”

“Your nose is so red! Like Blitzen.”“Wrong reindeer.”

“Iron Man 3! My favorite Christmas movie!” “FOR THE LAST TIME. IRON MAN 3 IS NOT A CHRISTMAS MOVIE.”

“The Christmas party is tonight? But I don’t even have an ugly sweater!”

“It’s Christmas Day! The only place open is the emergency room. And 7-eleven. We are staying IN.”

We’re neighbors and I noticed you’re spending the holidays alone and so am I.

Ex lovers reunited at a Christmas/New Years party.

A holiday engagement/pregnancy announcement.

Slow dancing in the living room surrounded by all the lights.

“So... what are your plans for New Year’s?”

“You’re perfectly welcome to kiss whomever you wa--”

“Do NOT throw that snowball or else!”

“Is it just me or does Santa look extra hot this year?”

“When Brenda Lee said rock around the christmas tree she didn’t mean literally. Please go put them back outside, they’re not cute.”

I was just sitting on a park bench and you threw a snowball at my back. I think I might know you from school, but either way it. is. on.”

“Please please please let me have this box of hot chocolate. I am sick and home alone, so I had to walk here in fifteen degree weather, and this is the last box in this store. Please I just want to drink hot chocolate and watch The Polar Express and sleep.”

“We were just cuddling on my sofa watching Christmas movies and the power went out and it is very cold.”

“Look, I get that you go all out with Christmas decorations, but I can see your flashing lights through the blinds on my bedroom window and they’ve kept me awake the past few days...”

"I don't remember the last time I truly enjoyed Christmas."

Free Prompt

Credit to @pad-foots​ and other owners because none of these prompts are mine.

[nitronarco]

References: James Morgan

My own list of references and reasoning for certain changes of James Morgan’s character from James Captain Hook. I’ll add more overtime.

-James Morgan’s obsession with mustaches. James Morgan being raised in a pirate culture that rewarded “masculine” looks and behaviors (and James obviously not being that) caused quite a conundrum within him. James does not care to change unless theres a benefit of survival to it. He will not pick up habits unless he needs them. Still, there was resentment and internal jealousy. He wants to be that musclehead pirate that can cause a normal person to pee their pants. A pirate that can actually “be useful” (unlike a cabinboy). Being hairy is just one step to get there, and appeal to his inner flair of fashion simultaneously.

Outside of that: Because Captain James Hook had a mustache herp derp. James Morgan does jokes centered around mustaches please stop him.

-James Morgan playing guitar instead of piano....Because Azul already plays piano and it feels boring narrative wise for two characters to play the same instrument. Plus it just doesn’t fit James Morgan’s character--yes, he has that classiness of Hook--he likes frills, but not to such an extent as Hook. James Morgan has been raised on Pirate Culture, which included Sea Shanties. So he’d be more inclined to “rough n tumble” with a hint of class instrument and music. Nothing more “rough n tumble”with class than a guitar. Also...he likes country which alot of people seem to hate. Country is similar to Sea Shanties--which is why James Morgan is drawn to it.

- Birthday? March 18. In another post I mentioned how 18 is considered a bad luck number for it being an even number, and meant to show the character with it has to balance something. I forgot to mention though how those with even numbers in general tend to be the “rulers” while the odd numbers are the “followers”. The Big Bad, the Villain of their “realm” (dorm in TWST) tend to have even numbers. Because until now the “worlds” of Disney did not collide (House of Mouse & Kingdom Hearts did Universal Connections better and earlier but shush). Actually...they still don’t. The main reason why NRC can’t beat RSA is their lack of cooperation. They don’t mingle with other Dorms in NRC but viciously compete against eachother if Episode 2 is anything to go by. They won’t be “buddy-buddy” by the end of the game I feel, but I feel they will get better to cooperate thanks to MC. (And yes, I know Leona, Epel & Vil are outliers in this theory but i’m not addressing that here--I need to keep this post about James and I already talked too much about this).

Back to what this means for James Morgan. James Morgan is a ruler, a sub-ruler if you want to talk about how he operates concerning Octavinelle. Like Ruggie is Sub-ruler of Savannaclaw (Vice-Dorm Head Until Leona Graduates). The character he’s based on (Captain James Hook) came from Neverland, and was the Big Bad of his “realm”. James Morgan is a pirate--between sea and land but also over (earth) and under (sky). A pirate belongs everywhere and nowhere unless on a ship. They are free from life as people know it. Pisces is considered the end while Aries is considered the beginning of the Zodiac, and James Morgan is balance between end of a new year (Zodiac Wise) and the beginning of a new one. The balance of 18--new and old. At least concerning TWST. From Third Year Aries Vil to 2nd Year Aries Ruggie. 4 Years in NRC, and James is a 2nd Year, half, between sides of old and new. That’s why I picked his date, for Captain Hook--a pirate, was between, all, and neither. Captain James Hook has been through alot with Disney, so it seemed fitting he was picked for this date, this year, for me.

Also because I wanted to ship my shitty OC with Azul and also have him rival him. :’) Ursula and Captain James Hook are all about them contracts so that combined with the closer they are in age the more tension there is.

-Smee is a bird, and not human in TWST. Because if the Leech twins, who were “originally” actual eels and not humans became humans, a rule is suggested with that. Animal characters turn human, and so vice-versa. So Smee is now a pet bird in TWST. My logic made this argument based on my own conclusions. Inanimate objects (Sebek--who is based on Maleficent’s Lightning) & animals (Leech twins) were given character for so why not the opposite for James sidekick?

-James Morgan. Why only switch James last name instead of giving giving him his own first & last name? Because balance of 18, and James (Sebek too) were born on the Cusp of Rebirth (March 17-March 20). In the Professional Astrology Community its considered hogwash (yes, the Astrology Community--who believe that planets miles away affect our human time of birth). Sebek got his temper from his grandfather, James got half of Captain Hook’s real name & then some.

Morgan, btw, means “Sea Chief” in Welsh so do with that as you will. James is Hebrew for “Supplanter”. Morgan was picked as Henry Morgan was considered the first buccaneer in the Spanish Caribbean. 17th Century.

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[saccharine-suffering]

✨Happy 2nd Birthday to this Blog✨

(I forgot about the first one lmao)

On September 14th, 2019, I made this blog. Or at least, made my first post. I was rereading some of my early writing and Holy Hell It Is Bad. As a funky little treat, here is an excerpt from my novella.

(If you recognize the characters I will give you a kiss on the lips cookie)

There was this woman that Ethan saw from time to time. They weren’t friends- barely acquaintances. Their interactions consisted of nothing more than a friendly smile or awkward wave whenever they caught the other in public. Until one day she invited him over for tea.

The woman in question- Red, she went by- had bright red hair that fell to just about her shoulders. If you look closely enough at her blue hooded eyes, you could see that her left eye is slightly darker than her right. Kind of like the Atlantic and the Pacific. She was around the same height as Ethan, 5’9”ish. She also spoke with a vague London accent, one you couldn’t hear unless you were looking for it. They had met a while back at university. Neither moved out of the town after graduating, so they still saw the other around town. Even still, it was odd for her to approach Ethan and invite him over for tea. Red had said she has some things she wanted to discuss, gave her address, and left quickly. There was minimal small talk preceding the interaction. It almost felt forced.

Ethan has no reason not to trust her. She was helpful throughout university and seemed nice enough in adulthood. Even still, his knuckles turned white against the steering wheel as he made his way to the far out house. He blew a piece of curly copper hair out of his eyes. He really oughta get it cut soon. Pulling up at the house, he took a moment to check his reflection. He convinced himself it was to look presentable, but in reality he was stalling the bizarre meeting. There were considerable bags underneath his eyes, discolored violet awkwardly contrasted against his hundreds of scattered freckles. If Red’s eyes were an ocean, then his were ice- significantly lighter and sharper. Maybe that’s what’s been unsettling him. Red’s eyes always had a bit of… resignation behind them. Like she had seen something- but learned to live with it.

The only sound was his own footsteps as he approached the building. Even the wildlife in the nearby woods seemed to silent around the home. Maybe he was just psyching himself out. A gentle ripple hit the door and he waited patiently for it to open. Red greeted him with a smile. There was no warmth behind it. If anything, she seemed kind of sad. They exchanged pleasantries and Ethan took a seat.

There was another girl in the house. Ethan didn’t get a good look at her- she distributed the tea and took her leave. All he could notice was that she was petite and blonde. She and Red made eye contact for a few seconds before the mystery girl retreated upstairs. They seemed to be talking with their eyes. Ethan was getting more nervous, but he kept telling himself that it was all in his head.

“So what did you want to talk to me about?” Ethan broke the silence.

“Yeah, sorry if this seems out of the blue,” Red took and sip of her tea and Ethan followed suit, “If I’m being completely honest, I just wanted to see you again. You never know where life takes you.”

“I guess?” She was acting odd. Seemingly avoiding looking at him. The tea was nice, he tried to distract himself. It was a slightly dark, translucent color. Cloudy, but he could see through it. Slightly bitter, but for the most part it was nice. His guess was chamomile. They finished their tea, exchanging small talk every now and then. They eventually got more comfortable with one another. About an half an hour had passed, and Ethan was feeling a bit light-headed.

Yep. Definitely chamomile. Why else would he be this sleepy?

When did Red move so close? She’s checking his pulse. That’s normal, that’s what friends do, it’s fine.

It isn’t.

Denial could only take him so far. He needed to get out, he didn’t understand what was happening but he didn’t care. Ethan rose from his seat to leave, but his knees felt weak under his weight. He hadn’t noticed he fell until he was already on the ground.

Red said something, but the ringing in Ethan’s ears was too loud to hear her. The worst part of it all was the fact that he was still conscious. Too weak to even force his eyes open, but awake and feeling. All he could do was focus on what he felt. He was being lifted off the ground. Carried, where was be being carried to? Upstairs- or downstairs maybe? Consistent bumps told him he was definitely changing floors. Not much to work with, but what else could he do to stay calm? Being set down now. He’s sat upright on a chair. He could feel himself being moved around, but even his sense of touch was starting to fade slightly.

His conscious mind was slipping away. He had to stay awake. It was the only power he could hold over himself right now. The knowledge of what’s happening, even if it’s vague and unsure, was too much to give up. Every second dragged by as the fought the drug’s sedative effects. It was a dreadful and terrifying feeling to know that he was too helpless to even keep himself awake. Everything was happening too quick, yet agonizingly slowly.

He should have trusted his gut. He had a bad feeling about this meeting, and he was right. He should have turned her down when she approached him, when he first saw her cold, distant eyes. Bottomless pits, like staring into the sea from the beach expecting to find a sunken ship. He should have driven away the second he realized there was no one else for miles. Should have left the moment the tea made him feel woozy. But he pushed it away. And now me reaps the consequences of his own trustfulness.

This was happening. No amount of denial or reasoning could help him justify what was happening. A kidnapping. He was being abducted for who knows what purpose and he’s fucking terrified, but what can he do about it? He can’t even find the strength in him to stay awake! With the last thought in the panicked mind being about his uncertain, but definitely not happy fate, he finally succumbed to the effects of the drug.

[gyakutengagotoku]

GS4 vs AJ:AA - Episode 2, Part 5

Here’s the last court segment of this episode! It’s also relatively shorter than the usual posts, but there’s a lot of dialogue I captured for context, so it doesn’t look shorter. There’s not too much deviation between the source and localized after we covered all the changes made to the Kitaki’s previously.

For once I started earlier today and got through it pretty quickly, but for the sake of a consistent posting schedule, I’ll stick with around midnight PST every other day or so. Seems like the best rhythm for me that I can keep up with.

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> Court Lobby

６月１７日　午前　９時５２分 地方裁判所　被告人第２控え室 June 17, 9:52 AM District Court Defendant Lobby No. 2

<Trucy> いよいよ、ですね！ ゆうべはよく眠れましたか？ This is it, the big day! Did you get any sleep?

<Apollo> あ。うん。ゆうべ、 １時にはフトンに入ったから。 Yeah, I went to bed at 1:00 AM or so.

<Trucy> で？　今日は何時に 起きたんですか？ Oh? What time did you wake up?

<Apollo> 午前３時、かな。 ...3:00 AM.

<Trucy> ‥‥ゼンゼン眠れてませんね。 That's only two hours, Apollo...

でも、大丈夫。 みぬきがついてるし。 But, at least you have me!

<Trucy> ボウシくんだって、 いつも見てますよ。 ...And the Amazing Mr. Hat!

<Mr. Hat> いつも見てますよ、キミ。 Here's looking at you, kid.

Originally: "Yes, I'm always keeping an eye on you." (It's supposed to sound supportive, I swear.)

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<Trucy> ね。パパ！　今日は、どんな証人を 用意してるの？　ガリュー検事！ Daddy! Do you know who Prosecutor Gavin's witness is today?

<Phoenix> さあね。当ててごらん。 Take a guess!

<Trucy> んーとね。 小梅さんとか！ Hmm... How about Little Plum?

<Phoenix> あっはっはっ。キモっ玉かあさんか。 ハズレだよ。 Ah ha ha! That Sherman tank of a mom? Nope, guess again.

<Trucy> うーん、ザンネン。 でも。みぬき、思うな。 That's too bad. You know, speaking of moms...

パパも、早く新しいママ、 見つけないと！ You need to find me a new mommy one of these days, Daddy!

<Phoenix> お。コイツは朝からイッポン 取られちまったな。 It's barely morning and you're at it already, Trucy!

あっはっはっはっは。 Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

<Apollo> （だから、ウソっぽいんだよなあ、 　この親子） (OK, see, this is why I don't buy their "father-daughter" relationship.)

I commented previously that Apollo questioned their father-daughter relationship and legitimately forgot that he also says this, and this time it does match what he originally said. So, my bad.

Also, Naruhodou describes her as "キモっ玉" (kimottama), meaning she got "guts" or "pluck" to her. I appreciate the "Sherman tank", though.

> Courtroom

<Judge> 少なくとも、 ハッキリわかったことは‥‥ We did find out one thing for certain.

事件が起こったとき。 やはり公園には、被告人と被害者、 There were three people in the park at the time of the murder:

‥‥そして目撃者の３人しか いなかった、というコトです。 The witness, the victim, and the defendant.

<Klavier> ‥‥そういうコト。 そこで、今日は‥‥ ...Correct, Herr Judge. And today, I'd like to do something a little new age.

あのザンネンな事件を、 外側から見てみようと思ってるんだ。 I'd like to look at this horrible crime... from the outside.

<Apollo> “ソトガワ”‥‥ですか？ The "outside"...?

<Klavier> “凶器の入手経路”‥‥ “犯行準備”‥‥ The acquisition of the murder weapon... The preparation for the act...

被告人クン。ウカツにも ゼンブ、しゃべっていたんだよ。 Our poor defendant told all, you see.

‥‥フィアンセにね。 ...To his betrothed.

<Judge> ふぃあんせ‥‥？ His... bee trove?

<Klavier> ‥��婚約者さ。 人生の共犯者ってヤツかな。 ...His fiancée, Herr Judge. His partner for life... with no chance for parole.

<Judge> それでは、その‥‥ いいなずけを入廷させてください！ Very well, you may show the erm... "lucky" lady to the stand.

Once again, the judge struggles with words outside of his language, and Kyouya, being the resident English expert, has to explain. That being said, "bee trove" is suspiciously apt as a metaphor to describe her...

>

<Klavier> ‥‥それじゃ、キミ。 名前と、職業を。 ...Your name and occupation, Fräulein.

<Alita> 並奈　美波と申します。 今は、花嫁修行中というか‥‥ Alita Tiala. My occupation... is future wife.

<Judge> ふむう‥‥ いいココロがけです。 Ah, traditional values! I respect that.

最近は、温泉タマゴすら作れない ムスメさんも多いですからな。 Too many brides these days can't even weave baskets blindfolded... underwater.

しかし‥‥今日は、検察側の 証人として出廷したわけですな？ Yet you're here today as a witness for the prosecution?

<Alita> わたし‥‥最初は、 証言したくありませんでした。 To be honest, I didn't want to testify at first.

でも、やっぱり。 かくしておくことはできなくて。 But... I couldn't hide the truth.

<Judge> ふむう‥‥やはり、 リッパなココロがけです。 Hmm. Honesty! Another admirable trait.

Originally, his "underwater blindfolded basket weaving" standards were about soft-boiling eggs so that the yolk hardens while the white remains soft. They're called "onsen tamago" because these eggs were traditionally cooked in a hot spring, but can be cooked in any ol' pot between 70-80°C (158-176°F). It's one of those old-timey signs that a soon-to-be-wed would be a good wife because she could cook. Now, the only time I'd ever see these eggs is when I don't boil them hotly enough.

On that note, nowadays there are underwater basket weaving Olympics. Thanks, Rio 2016. Maybe Tokyo 2020 (2021?) could include a special event category for egg-boiling.

> 1st Witness Testimony, press 3rd statement

<Alita> ちゃんと管理されてるから、 フツウの組員じゃムリだと思います。 Not really, I think. There's a system in place to limit access.

でもね。滝太クンはトクベツ。 なんたって。アトトリ息子ですから。 But Wocky's a special case, being the next-in-line.

<Klavier> 少し、甘やかされていたところは あったんじゃないかな。 Perhaps his treatment was a bit too special, ja?

<Alita> たしかに、“おぼっちゃん”な トコロはあったかもしれません。 Well, maybe he is a bit spoiled...

誕生日に、スゴいプレゼントを もらったって話もきいてるし。 I hear he got amazing presents for his birthdays.

ガムでできた“ドス”とか、 チョコレートの“花札”とか。 Last year was a switchblade made out of chewing gum and a chocolate gravestone!

<Apollo> （アブナイものが好きなのか、 　アマいものが好きなのか‥‥） (Sounds like he has a taste for sweets... and danger.)

Originally, they were a rubber dosu and a chocolate hanafuda card. Danger AND gambling, but the kid-friendly kind!

Though, I can accept "chewing-gum switchblade" here because "ガム" (gamu) can also mean that kind of gum or the gum material of rubber.

> Press 5th statement, present Alita, present chart or sandals

<Judge> ちょっと待ちなさい！ Ms. Tiala!

あなたは“被害者とはなんの 関係もない”と証言しています！ You testified that you had no connection to the victim!

<Alita> なんの関係もないわよ。 ‥‥今となっては、もう。 And I don't. Now.

<Apollo> 今となっては‥‥？ "Now"...?

<Alita> だって。半年前に、やめたんだから。 もう、無関係でしょ。 I quit half a year ago, didn't I? So there's no connection.

‥‥アナタたち、もしかして。 Let me guess, you're the kind of guy...

コイビトのムカシのコト、ぜんぶ 聞かないと気がすまないタイプの、 ...who can't rest until he knows every last detail of his girlfriend's past.

ちっぽけなオトコ、なのかしら？ Am I right?

<Judge> そんなコトはないですぞ！ 私は、その。 Th-That's not true at all! Why, I...

愛しいヒトの、ちょっとした過去も まとめて抱きしめるタイプの、イキ I embrace the ones I love, past flaws and all, no matte--

<Objection!>

<Apollo> “今はもう”無関係‥‥ それは、通らないんですよ。 "There's no connection now" doesn't fly in a court of law.

<Alita> ‥‥どういうこと、かしら？ Doesn't... fly?

<Apollo> （さすが、キモっ玉が座っている） (She's one tough nut.)

（キタキツネ一家にヨメ入りしよう 　とするだけのコトはあるな） (She probably feels right at home with the Kitakis!)

Fyi, the judge responded here because she called them all out, not just the defense.

And yep, here it is again: "キモっ玉". So, a Sherman-tank mom and a tough-nut fiancée; no wonder she fits right in. (I still think "bee trove" is more apt, though.)

> Present more evidence to tie her in but present wrongly

<Judge> ‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥ そうですね。私としては ... Well, I suppose I could see--

<Objection!>

<Klavier> おデコくん。キミのたぐっている 糸は、真実につながってない‥‥ Herr Forehead. This trail you think you have found, it doesn't lead to the truth.

ついでに、キミの弁護士生命も 断ち切ってあげようか？ Nor to a long career in the legal profession, ja?

<Apollo> け、けっこうです。 Gee, thanks.

<Klavier> じゃあ、かわりに。 いつものヤツ、やらせてくれるかな。 Perhaps you will allow me to do the honors?

<Judge> ふむう‥‥ まあ。たまには、よいでしょう。 Hmm... Why not? It might be nice for a change.

<Klavier> ‥‥それじゃ。遠慮なく。 Ｌｅｔ’ｓ　Ｒｏｃｋ！ Most excellent... Let's rock!

<Apollo> （なんだか‥‥ 　いつもの何倍もクヤシイ） (I'll take the usual penalty next time, thanks.)

<Judge> それでは、弁護人！　もう一度 提示していただきましょう。 Very well, Mr. Justice. Try again.

Look, guys, the JP script does have English letters and it has them for a good reason. Kudos to the loc team for that most excellent reference too.

> 2nd Witness Testimony, present medical chart at 4th statement, Perceive at new (6th) statement, present wrong evidence about the "threat"

<Alita> ‥‥その証拠品が、どうかした？ ...Because of what?

<Apollo> え‥‥ Um...

<Alita> アナタ。目はいいかもしれないケド。 アタマはクモの巣が張ってるみたい。 The eyes of a hawk... and the brain of a toad.

<Apollo> （‥‥ここで引っこむ 　ワケにはいかない！） (Ribbit! I mean, ack! I can't lose this now!)

（アタマのクモの巣を払え！ 　もう一度だッ！） (C'mon toad brain, one more try!)

Originally, the metaphor was "brain full of cobwebs". So Odoroki tries dusting his attic.

> Press newer (7th) statement

<Apollo> その証言の“ウソ”は、さっき 見抜いたじゃないですか！ We already know you're lying about having no reason!

<Alita> わかってるわよ！ エラそうに言わないで！ I know you know! Don't look at me like that!

<Apollo> え‥‥‥ Huh...?

<Alita> ヒトをトンでもない目つきで ニラんでくれちゃってさ。 Like I'm some two-bit washed up good-for-nothing...

コワかったじゃないの！ You scared me!

<Klavier> ‥‥たしかにね。 ...I concur.

ぼくですら、そこまでアツい目で 見つめられたことはないよ。 Even I am rarely treated to such a... hot gaze.

<Apollo> す。すみません‥‥ S-Sorry...

（‥‥そうとうスゴいカオを 　さらしているらしいな、オレ） (Maybe I need to do some face training, too...)

"Hot gaze"... Yeah, sounds about right.

Last line was simply: "(...I guess I made quite the face at her.)"

> Present bullet in safe

<Judge> まさか！　それでは、その財産を 狙って、その。婚約をしたと‥‥ Nefarious! So she planned to marry him just to get her hands on this fortune?

<Objection!>

<Wocky> イイカゲンなコトを 言い散らかしやがってェ‥‥ You keep talking trash about my Alita...

訴えてやるぞッ！ このクサレ弁護士がァッ！ ...and I'll sue you, lawyer-man!

<Apollo> ‥‥えッ！　お、オレですか！ ...Huh? Me!?

<Wocky> アンタ、今、言ったな‥‥ Yeah! You said...

オレのみなみちゃんに‥‥ オレのみなみちゃんに‥‥ You said you'd... You'd...

コクハクするとッ！ You'd abuse my Alita!

<Apollo> いやいやいや！ “コクハツ”ですよッ！ Um, I think you mean "accuse"...!

<Wocky> おんなじコトだッ！ みなみちゃんはわたさんぞッ！ Same difference! Well you can't have her! She's mine!

It was "kokuhaku" (confess, usu. love to someone) vs "kokuhatsu" (accuse).

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<Alita> ‥‥滝太クンさあ。 ...Wocky.

イイカゲン、 現実と向かい合いなさいって。 Wake up and smell reality!

<Wocky> み‥‥ミナミちゃん‥‥？ A... Alita-baby?

<Alita> カルテのサイン‥‥ 退院を待って、婚約‥‥ The signature on the chart, the engagement...

わかるでしょ？　フツー。 I mean, come on! It's so obvious.

いくら、頭のカラッポな お坊ちゃんでも。 Even for a brainless, spoiled brat such as yourself.

<Wocky> みなみちゃん‥‥ Alita...

<Klavier> どうやら‥‥ホンネが 聞けそうだね。おじょうさん。 Your honesty is like a breath of foul air, Fräulein.

<Alita> まあ‥‥このぶんじゃ、ね。 無傷じゃア、済みそうもないし。 Hey, I wasn't getting out of this clean, anyway.

I think I'd prefer if Klavier here used a sound-based metaphor given how his entire character design is based on music. In the JP, he also used a sound metaphor: "It seems... we now hear your true voice, young lady."

Granted, "honne" also just means "true nature", but I like the hidden pun there.

> 3rd Witness Testimony, press 5th statement, point out "another place", point anywhere within the area of attention (double penalty)

<Apollo> 犯人が被害者を撃ったのは、 このポイントです！ This is where the killer shot from!

<Judge> そこから、被害者の右のコメカミが 撃てないのは、立証済みです。 But then the killer couldn't have shot his right temple.

<Klavier> ボケるには早すぎるよ。 おジイさんじゃないんだから。 So young, and already senile. How unfortunate...

<Judge> 私はボケておりませんぞ！ I'll have you know I'm not senile!

事件が起こった日の朝、何を 食べたか、ハッキリと‥‥ Why I remember exactly what I ate the morning of the crime!

‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥ ..............................

<Judge> とにかくッ！　 ペナルティを与えます！ Ahem! Penalty!

<Apollo> （‥‥ズルいや） (...No fair.)

<Klavier> それじゃあ。 もう一度指摘してもらおうかな。 You seem intent on digging your own grave. Here, have a shovel and try again.

Odoroki suddenly dropping in Kansai accent out of the blue caught me off-guard. (It's his last line here.) Man was so devastated by that double penalty he got sent out west.

10/21/20 edit: Whoops, my bad. That wasn’t Kansai accent and wouldn’t have made sense if it was. He’s just sighing to himself, really, and I mistook that last ‘ya’ as a copula.

> Point to noodle stand, present slippers & bowls

<Judge> わかっていると思いますが。 現在、この法廷で‥‥ I would like to remind the witness of her current status.

あなたを完全な“潔白”と 考えている人間は、おりません。 This court does not consider you entirely innocent.

<Alita> ‥‥完全にまっ白な人間は おとぎ話の中に住んでるものよ。 Show me an innocent... I'll show you a fairy tale.

<Judge> ‥‥とにかく。 ...In any case.

いつのまにか、弁護側は 提示してしまったようです。 The defense has, somehow, made its point.

この証人に、宇狩院長を殺害する 動機とチャンスがあったことを。 The witness had both a motive and an opportunity to kill Dr. Meraktis.

<Alita> そんな不条理な“逆転”‥‥ おとぎ話でもお目にかかれないわね。 More fairy tales! This whole trial is a fairy tale!

<Judge> 最後に、一度だけ。 あなたに説明のチャンスを与えます。 Then please, pull us back down to reality, Ms. Tiala.

証言をおねがいしましょう。 I'm giving you one last chance to explain yourself.

Her last line here: "An absurd 'turnabout' like that... wouldn't even be seen in fairy tales!"

> 4th Witness Testimony, Perceive at 5th statement, point wrongly

<Apollo> 美波さん。‥‥そこだッ！ ...Gotcha, Ms. Tiala!!!

<Alita> 聞こえてるわよ。 大きな声で２回も言わなくても。 I heard you just fine the first time.

なに？　ゴキブリでも出たの？ What, I wasn't aware we were playing paintball.

<Apollo> ‥‥‥‥‥‥‥‥ ......

<Trucy> きわめて冷静ですね。 ‥‥みなみさん。 She's one cool cucumber, that Alita.

<Apollo> （‥‥どうやら、 　ややハズしたみたいだな） (...Hmm. Maybe I spotted the wrong spot.)

Originally, she suggested "Cockroach", which iirc is a playground game with a mix of "Hide'n'Seek" and "Tag". For some reason, I'm struggling to find a source online for this, but I swear I remember looking it up before...

10/21/20 edit: Welp, I guess I was overthinking it. She just asks him if he spotted something icky like a cockroach.

> Point correctly, present lamp

<Judge> それでは！　この証人に対する 尋問を終了いたします！ Very well! This finishes the cross-examination of this...

<Objection!>

<Klavier> クッ‥‥クックックッ‥‥ Heh. Heh heh heh.

何を言ってるのかな‥‥ アツいギグは、これからなのに。 Not so fast. This party's just getting started!

Ｌｅｔ’ｓ　ｒｏｃｋ， ｇｕｙｓ！ Now, we rock!

<Apollo> ど。どういうコトですかッ！ W-What!?

<Klavier> やはり‥‥ 弁護士というのは、ツメがアマい。 Those spikes on your head are softer than they look...

なぜ、最後までジジツを 追求しようとしないんだい？ Or do you not have the stomach to go all the way?

...Come on, loc team, you had one job and you were doing so well with it up to here. At least dress up that "Now, we rock!" a bit with some German or Eurorock flair.

> Present bowls in clinic again or noodle stand, point out the river

<Apollo> そ。そうか‥‥！ Th-That's right...!

事件の起こった、あの晩。 成歩堂さんをハネ飛ばしたのは‥‥ That night, the car that hit Mr. Wright...

宇狩　輝夫のクルマ、だった‥‥ ...was that green sports car!

<Judge> な‥‥なんですと！ Oh, yes! I-I'd nearly forgotten about it!

<Klavier> その後、ガレージに戻ったのだから、 クルマには、故障はなかったんだ。 Afterward, he drove it back to that garage. It ran fine.

<Alita> ‥‥そのとおり。 それなのに‥‥ ...That's right.

その、自慢のクルマを 使わないハズがないでしょ？ So why didn't he use his beloved sports car, hmm?

<Apollo> ぐ‥‥ッ！ Urk...!

<Klavier> このムジュンが、キレイに 説明できないかぎり‥‥ A glaring contradiction, to be sure.

きみのスイリは成立しないのさ。 ‥‥おデコくん！ More glaring than your forehead.

<Apollo> そ‥‥‥そんなあああああああッ！ No... Nooooooooooo!

The first time I played this part, I found it a lot funnier than I should have because I thought Apollo was screaming about how his forehead was so "glaring".

That's it. I just wanted to share. The JP lines are just the usual "With that contradiction gone, your conjecture won't stand... Odeko-kun!"

> Select "He couldn't use the car", present Magic Panties

<Apollo> そして、オレはきのう。そのときは 気がつかなかったケド‥‥ By the way, I learned something yesterday...

ものすごく重要な“情報”を 聞いていたんです。 ...A very important piece of information.

‥‥そう！ 牙琉検事。あなたからね！ ...And I learned it from you, Prosecutor Gavin!

<Trucy> あの！　捜査ですか？ Um, so you were here investigating?

<Klavier> まあね。帰ろうと思ったんだが‥‥ バイクがイカれちゃってね。 And I was on my way home... when my hog gave up the ghost.

<Apollo> バイクが‥‥？ Your hog...?

<Klavier> エンジンがかからないんだ。 排気��イプがつまっちゃって。 My motorcycle won't start. A clogged exhaust pipe...

<Trucy> へえ！ 高そうなオートバイなのに、 Too bad! It looks like such a nice bike, too.

そんなコトで こわれちゃうんですか？ Hard to believe that it could break just from that!

<Klavier> クルマもバイクもいっしょさ。 どんな理由であれ‥‥ Cars, motorbikes, they're all the same.

排気パイプをふさがれると、 エンジンがかからなくなる。 Clog the exhaust, and they won't run.

<Alita> エンジンが‥‥かからない‥‥ My, how interesting.

"My, how interesting", indeed. It sounds so out of place that I wonder if this was supposed to be a temporary line that they decided to keep in the final draft. For reference, it was just "The engine... was clogged...!?"

> Court Lobby

同日　午後　４時１２分 地方裁判所　被告人第２控え室 June 17, 4:12 PM District Court Defendant Lobby No. 2

<Trucy> やりましたね！　オドロキさん！ おめでとうございます！ Great job, Apollo! You did it!

<Apollo> ああ、やったな！ ‥‥なんとか、ね。 Yeah, we did, somehow...

<Trucy> 滝太さんも、無罪になって‥‥ Wocky's off the hook...

キレイな身体で極道の世界へ 羽ばたいていくんですねー。 ...free to become the gangster he's always wanted to be!

きっと、オドロキさんに カンシャして‥‥ And he has you to thank...

<???> テメエこのヤロウくそ弁護士がッ！ Hey! Attorney-man!

<Wocky> よくも！　よくもオレの！ よくもオレのミナミちゃんをッ！ You're gonna pay for what you did to my Alita, homes!

<Trucy> ‥‥まったく、カンシャ されてないみたいですね。 ...Or to blame, I guess.

<Wocky> テメエこのヤロウくそ弁護士がッ！ You give my Alita back!

返してくれよ！ オレのミナミちゃんをよおおおお！ Stupid pointy-head attorney with a death-wish!

Ahaha, the full list of punk swears. I wonder if the loc team had the choice to use even more colorful words here, what would they have come up with? I mean, sure, Wocky is super childish in a way, but he totes would be that one kid in CoD screaming expletives and something about Apollo's mom.

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<???> コラッ！　滝太ッ！ Enough, Wocky!

<Apollo> あ！　常勝さん‥‥ Ah! Mr. Kitaki...

<BigWins> ‥‥滝太。いいかげんに、 目を覚ましたらどうなのだ。 ...It's high time you opened your eyes, Wocky.

<Wocky> テメエこのヤロウくそオヤジがッ！ What do you know, old man!

目を覚ますのは キサマの方だろうが！ I think it's 'bout time you opened yours!

極道のミチ踏みはずして、 カネ儲けに走りやがって！ Givin' up the life, tryin' to become some kinda businessman!

<BigWins> 滝太ッ！　オマエは なにもわかっとらんのだッ！ Don't talk about what you don't understand, Wocky!

<Trucy> ‥‥そのうち、つまみ出されますね。 この調子だと。 ...I'm afraid the guard is going to throw them both out.

<Apollo> めんどくさい親子だな、 マッタク。 ...If not in jail. Wouldn't that be a happy ending.

And then he'd throw the same kind of insults at his dad too, but with less about moms, I'd hope.

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<BigWins> オマエをこんな目にあわせたのは、 極道という生き方のせいだ。 It was the gangster life that did this to you, Wocky.

‥‥オマエを助けたい。 キレイなカネで‥‥な。 ...I want to help you, and I want to do it clean.

わかってくれないか。 ‥‥滝太。 Please understand. Wocky...

<Wocky> オ、オヤジ‥‥ D-Dad...

ば。バカにしやがって‥‥ いつも‥‥いつも、こうだッ！ M-Man, I see how it is, old man! Always you looking out for... out for...

<Trucy> た。滝太さん‥‥？ Wocky...?

<Wocky> いいか、くそオヤジ！ オレだって。オレだってなあ！ Listen good, old man! One day... One day...

いつか、きっと！ キサマをケリオトしてやるんだ！ I'm gonna take you out! Then we'll see who's the O.G.!

どこの世界に逃げてもな！ クビを洗って待っておけッ！ You try to hide in your business suit, I'll find you!

テメエこのヤロウくそオヤジがッ！ Stupid ol' geezer!

<Trucy> あ！　‥‥滝太さん！ My! Wocky!

<BigWins> ‥‥コレでいいのです。 ...No, it's as it should be.

<Apollo> オヤジさん！ （その目で見つめないでほしいな） Mr. Kitaki! (I liked him more without the puppy dog eyes.)

...Wocky, ya big tsundere. I love this father-son relationship.

And it's contagious. Even Odoroki here is calling him "Oyaji-san" after all the times he was polite.

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<BigWins> アンタたちに会えてよかった。 ‥‥ワシは、コトバがニガテです。 I'm glad... to have met you. I'm not so good with words...

やはり。プロに任せるものだね。 But I know a professional job when I see one. Thank you.

<Apollo> そ。そんな‥‥ Who? Me? I don't think...

<BigWins> ‥‥いつか‥‥ Someday...

新製品・《キタキツネもなか》を 持って、お礼にうかがうとしよう。 I'll bake you one of our latest... The Kitaki Lime Pie.

<Apollo> （‥‥お菓子屋さんにでも 　落ち着くつもりなのかな） (...He's opening a pie shop!?)

Not just a pie shop; all the sweets you could find, with their specialty "Kitakitsune Wafer"! Technically, it's monaka, which is a wafer cake usually filled with asuki bean jam. It's also among the things you can see in the credits (exclusive to the JP version, anyway) when we see this happy family again.

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<Trucy> あ！　そうだ。 帰る前に、行かないと！ Oh, that's right! We have to go someplace first!

<Apollo> え？　‥‥どこに？ Huh? Where?

<Trucy> “報酬”ですよ！ ムギツラさんの！ Why, to claim our reward from Mr. Eldoon!

<Apollo> ‥‥ああ。しょっぱいラーメンか。 もう、屋台は戻ったのかな？ ...Ah, salty noodles. Right. He got his stand back already?

<Trucy> そのあとは、みぬきのステージも 見に来るんですからね！ Oh, and after that, you can come see my show!

ぼうしクンスペシャル。 みぬきからの“報酬”です！ With a special appearance by the Amazing Mr. Hat!

<Mr. Hat> じつはコレ、 めったにやりません。 Oh, it's special alright!

<Apollo> ‥‥だから、もういいよ。それ‥‥ Please... anything but him.

Originally the gentleman said: "It is going to be a rare sight, indeed."

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Next up, the most infamous episode of this game for its unintentional earworm... Though honestly, I never really found it all that bad. That said, thank goodness SoJ had a skip button for certain scenes, even if I didn’t mind watching them over and over anyway.

[ohhellnowhy]

Happy Birthday, Sammy.

In honour of Sam Winchester’s birthday, I decided to write some smut for him. Thought I’d start off my blog with a lil present. Plz be nice, it’s only my first smut, and constructive criticism and comments are always welcomed! Go for a request if you want one. I’ve got a couple more posts planned but if y’all request something I’m more likely to write!

Please reblog with credit and don’t repost without my permission onto other sites. The AO3 post: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23993437

Sam x Reader: smut, swearing, slightly Dom!Sam, restraints.

I woke up slightly groggily next to Sam. It was crazy sometimes, how he was so warm, despite me being on the other side of the bed and barely touching him. But what was a little strange was waking up next to him. Usually, Sam would’ve been up and out for his run by now, maybe even back by the time I’d awoken, but Sam, Dean and I had been out for a relatively taxing hunt and drove back to the bunker more or less immediately after getting the job done. So Sam was particularly sleepy today and wouldn’t go on a run until later. 

Glancing at the time, I saw it was 09:03. A strange time for me to be up and Sam not to be. Then the realisation dawned. Today was May 2nd; Sam’s birthday. I figured my subconscious must have made me wake up earlier so I could put my plans into action. Oh, and boy, did I have plans.

Part 1: Birthday wake-up blowjob.

Smirking almost evilly, I slowly peeled back the covers from the both of us and positioned myself just next to his crotch. I then palmed his cock through his boxers, noticing the morning wood that was slightly growing beforehand, whilst slowly edging the underwear down. Sam groaned above me, but not waking up yet. Once the boxers were down enough, I started softly stroking him enough for him to get harder, but only slowly so he wouldn’t wake up before the best bit. Sam was still making some happy noises, now a little bit louder and complimented by a little bit of squirming. 

It was the perfect time to engulf his cock with my mouth, and Sam shot awake with a deep groan. “Ah, SHIT, (Y/N). That’s a wonderful wake up call.” I looked back up at him and hollowed my cheeks, sucking with earnest. I bobbed my head up and down his length, drawing stifled groans from the glorious, messy man above me. I flicked my tongue over the head of his dick, making him thrust up into my mouth which consequently made me gag. Trying to suppress the reflex, I took him down further into my throat. “Oh, God, (Y/N), I’m gonna-” With the obvious statement he was making, I cupped his balls and circled his cock with my tongue, swallowing around him as he came. Once I swallowed all his cum, I sat back up to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Happy Birthday, Sammy.” Once he got his breath together, he actually formulated a coherent response. “Oh, yeah. I sorta forgot about that.”

“How do you forget your own birthday?” I questioned, looking at him incredulously. “Well, we never really celebrated birthdays.” He shrugged. “I guess there always seemed to be more important things to focus on.”

“And that attitude is why I’m making your birthdays more important to you. They’re good milestones and an excuse to have fun. Remember Dean’s birthday this year? Wasn’t it fun to just get away from hunting a little bit and enjoy quality time?” He sighed. admitting defeat. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” We then sat and just held each other for a bit, talking about just whatever we wanted for an hour or two. “Thank you for the wake up by the way. We need to have morning sex more often.”

“I totally agree with you. We don’t do it nearly enough - barely ever.” With that, he captured my lips with his, tenderly and sloppily making out. He started to grab my ass, trying to pull my shorts down but I cut him off. “Nuh-uh. We’ve got other plans today. Why don’t you go for your run first?” He whined, trying to give me the puppy dog eyes but I resisted. “Nope. You want me to get you anything from the kitchen before you go out?” Sam sighed, knowing that once I knew for certain I was going to do something, I wasn’t ever giving up. “Can I get an apple and a bottle of water please?”

“Sure thing.” I smirked, getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen to retrieve the requested items. Dean was also in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from breakfast. “Hey, Dean, Sam’s off out for his run - we’ve got to start now.” With that, he strode out of the kitchen to get Jack and Cas for the preparation. I grabbed the apple and a bottle of water from the fridge - Sam always had cold bottles of water kept in the fridge for quickness - and met Sam on his way out. “Thanks, Babe.” He said, giving me a quick kiss before heading out.

It was time for Part 2: Just a Small Birthday Party

Once the rest were assembled in the kitchen, I set out tasks. “Dean and Cas - you’re in charge of the decorations. We need some in here and around the map room. Jack - we’re gonna do the cake. Decorations are in my old room. Go.”

Dean and Cas scurried off, realising they were time limited. Jack got the ingredients out and measured them whilst I got the utensils and the like out and started preparing. Jack was watching my baking intently, clearly wanting to learn something as interesting and delicious as this. I narrated what I was doing, with reasons as to why with my limited knowledge. I wasn’t the best baker in the world, but every now and then I did something that surprised the Winchesters. Soon, the cake was in the oven, and Dean and Cas were already pretty much finished in all the rooms. Jack and I cleaned up the baking mess (complete with licking the spare batter off the spoons and whisks) and started preparing the decorations for the cake and making other foods. Dean was cooking gourmet burgers and homemade chips - he actually had quite the affinity for cooking and had more time to perfect it once they’d moved into the bunker.

Just as Jack and I were about to decorate the cake, Cas came rushing in to tell us he heard one of the garage doors closing, meaning Sam must be back. I told Cas to take over what I was doing with Jack whilst I distracted Sam for just a little while longer until we were ready. Coming into our shared bedroom to see Sam stripping out of his workout clothes, I tempted him with the prospect of us showering together and another blowjob. He took the bait and we very much enjoyed the bunker’s long-lasting hot water and stable water pressure. 

Once we were cleaned up, I noticed Dean had shot me a text saying they were ready. “Hey, Sam, I think Dean’s cooking those nice burgers we get from the butcher’s - you up for food?” Hearing his stomach grumble, he shot me a look that said it all.

A little nervous, Sam and I wandered towards the kitchen. Turning on the lights, which he seemed confused at as to why they were off, Jack, Cas and Dean stood up to shout “SURPRISE!” along with me behind him. Jack and Dean joking pulled some party poppers as Sam took in some decorations. A banner that stated “Happy Birthday!” In a surprisingly nice, simple colour was strung above the table, with a few more obnoxiously stereotypical balloons in one corner and some presents wrapped near them. “Aw, thanks guys! You didn’t have to do this for me.” Dean spoke first, joking that his little brother was “-getting older by the minute so they had to stave off the grumpiness as long as possible.” He also revealed the burgers he was cooking with an assortment of sides and fillings available. We all served up our lunches and cracked open a beer each. 

As we ate lunch, we talked about all sorts; Dean’s surprisingly good cooking, Cas eating on a rare occasion, retelling old stories and teasing at embarrassing moments - we were all content and having a good time. Jack and I dumped the dishes in the sink to tend to later as we brought out the cake and Jack lit all the candles for us. He cut the lights as I carried the cake to the table and decided not to sing happy birthday as only Dean and I knew the song and it would only be awkward otherwise. “Make a wish!” I said as Sam blew out his candles, Cas then questioning these strange human customs moments later. Sam cut some cake for us all and the others appreciated my baking skills. 

“Okay, time for presents!” Dean announced, taking the whole pile of gifts and dumping them on the table just as Cas cleaned the rest of the plates away. The first was from Cas - neatly wrapped were some old lore books that, somehow, the Winchesters had never got their hands on before yet Castiel somehow did. Jack had gotten Sam a plaid shirt and a big photo album with a few old photos he got from Dean and some more recent ones that had been taken on various occasions - but there was still lots of room for more. I gave Sam a box of chocolates and a couple of fiction books Sam had been meaning to read for a long time but he had just never got round to. Finally came Dean’s gift; a pair of Lycra shorts and other pretentious but cheap workout clothing that were just utterly ridiculous. But then in all seriousness Dean handed Sam a box that, once unwrapped, revealed a new tablet. Sam was particularly ecstatic with this gift, but then he profusely thanked us all again for the presents. Jack went on with washing the dishes (with angel powers) whilst Dean and Cas cleared up some rubbish from the unwrapping. 

I helped Sam carry the presents to his room. As he bent over to put the new shirt in one of his drawers, I came up behind him and snaked my arms around his waist and propped my head up on his shoulder. “Ya know, those chocolates and the books weren’t the only presents you’re receiving from me today.” He turned around to face me and smirked knowingly. “Oh? And what would be the other present?” 

“Let me show you.” 

I grabbed a bag hidden in the wardrobe, and dashed off to the bathroom to change.

The last part - Part 3: Amazing Birthday Sex.

Sam’s POV

Waiting in anticipation, I thought I knew what to expect but I also didn’t. I presumed it was birthday sex or some variation thereof, but whatever twist (Y/N) was putting on it I couldn’t tell. I was snapped out of my thoughts by a text I’d just received - from Dean. It read:

Me, Cas and Jack are off to a hunt in Washington - leaving you two to have some alone time. It should be a pretty simple hunt, but we’ll be about 3 days. I’ll only call if it’s desperate. Stay safe and have fun, birthday brother ;)

I sent back a quick, thankful reply as I realised (Y/N) had planned all of this. The sly, stunning dog had planned this all out and roped the rest of them in aswell. Not that I was complaining, simply noticing the effort (Y/N) had put into this. God, she was amazing; on every single level. 

Speaking of the devil, she sauntered in at that point, looking absolutely delicious on every level. She wore a red, lacy matching set of lingerie that made me almost drool at the sight of her. Her cleavage displayed perfectly and teasingly as it was framed by her bra, and the completely lace panties accentuating her figure in the best possible way. “Like what you see?” She said tauntingly, one hip cocked out sassily. “Oh, fuck yeah.” I replied, striding purposefully over and crashing my lips into hers, holding her face in my hands. 

She pulled away and said: “Hang on. I’ve got something else for you.” (Y/N) told me to sit on the edge of the bed, hold out my hands and close my eyes. I then felt her sat on the bead, nearer to the headrest but then lent forward to place two objects in my hands. Before I could try to assess what they were by touch alone, she said I could open my eyes. I immediately looked down to see a pair of leather-lined handcuffs and a long, silk rectangle of fabric. It was obvious what they were for. “You want me to use these on you?”

“You can do whatever you want with them. The control’s all on you, birthday boy.”

I groaned at all the filthy thoughts running a millions miles an hour through my head and almost leapt on (Y/N) to kiss her. I positioned her to lay beneath me, her starting to unfasten the buttons on my shirt. Bringing up her wrists to the headboard, I scolded her gently. “Ah, ah ah.” I stopped her, fastening her hands together with the handcuffs, attaching them to the headboard so she was stuck in one position. 

“The control’s all on me, little girl.”

She let out a shaky breath at this.

We both knew it was going to be one hell of a night.

[basicallywhiterice]

Night sky: Seo Changbin

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

Genre: Friends to lovers

Warnings: Cursing

Word count: 5.2 k

Summary: Changbin’s eyes hold the night skies.

a/n: Happy birthday binnie! You’re my bias wrecker, but my very first fic is centered around you… the power that you hold… enjoy!

•••

The first word that comes to mind when I first see Seo Changbin sitting alone in my Tech classroom is dark: dark eyes, dark hair, dark clothes, and a dark aura.

That is, until he breaks into one of the brightest smiles I’ve ever seen. It isn’t necessarily big or overpowering, but it’s genuine and unashamed.

My second impression of him is that he’s the physical embodiment of the night sky. Dark upon first glance, but littered with stars and illuminated by a radiant moon.

After we exchanged greetings, I sat down next to him and struck a up conversation. I learned that he was double majoring in business and music, and in turn told him my major. We talked about our hometowns, our aspirations, and what we hoped to cross off our bucket lists by the end of the year. Before I knew it, the classroom was full and our professor was greeting our class.

Changbin seemed like someone who knew exactly what he was capable of and was authentic with everyone.

I liked him as a person already.

“By the way, Changbin, we’re friends now. Ok?”

“I’m more than ok with that, actually.”

Of course, becoming close friends with Changbin didn’t come easily. After I set the curve for the first Tech test, he accused me of only befriending him to raise my test scores. I told him that I studied for my score, and stormed out after aggressively congratulating him on his hard work studying (he had the 2nd-highest score.)

The day after that, when I was in a much more reasonable mood, I went to class early so I could apologize for lashing out once he arrived. He was already there, waiting with an apology of his own.

That was the day I realized that my first impressions of Seo Changbin were indeed correct, and that he was a friend worth keeping for a long, long time.

But right now? He’s dead to me.

He laughs at me as he scrolls through my camera roll and picks out unflattering pictures of me to send to himself. I was waiting for 3racha to finish their work so we could go out to dinner (I had been successfully integrated into Changbin’s friend group, and he into mine. We had surprisingly shared a mutual friend: Felix, one of my closest friends.) Changbin was the first one done, and, after waiting with me for a few minutes, had gotten bored and stolen my unlocked phone, causing my current predicament. After a few unsuccessful attempts to steal my phone back, I give up and fall against him with a whine.

“Relax, y/n. I don’t understand why I never knew about these beautiful-” he snorts, “pictures of yourself.” He pauses on one particularly embarrassing photo taken by Yeji, my close friend and roommate. In it, I’m blowing a kiss to the camera while eating a cupcake. I whine loudly and smack his shoulder a couple of times. When he ignores my sulking, I poke his side, causing him to poke my cheek in retaliation.

Thankfully, Jisung walks into the room, sparing me the embarrassment of looking at my candid pictures. He sighs. “What did he do this time?”

“He’s sending himself my embarrassing pictures,” I tell him. “This is cyberbullying.”

“Lemme see.” He snickers as he looks over Changbin’s shoulder. “Very photogenic, y/n. You should consider taking more pictures we can use as blackmail.”

This little shit. Scratch that, these 2 little shits.

I snatch Changbin’s phone and chase after Jisung, trying to take a few meme-worthy pictures of Jisung, but Chan finishes up and shoos us out of the music production building and into our cars. As I file into Changbin’s passenger seat (I walked here from class, so my car is still at my apartment), he hands my phone back with a cheeky grin.

“You know, Jisung was right. You really should take more pictures of yourself,” he states as he backs out of his parking spot.

“Why, so you guys can post them on my birthday to make fun of me?” I cross my arms exaggeratedly, then uncross them to grab his phone and spam his camera with random pictures of him driving.

“Well, that too.” He glances over briefly, and I get a perfect shot of him that captures his mischievously twinkling rich, dark chocolate-colored eyes and his satisfied smirk. My breath hitches, and I swear I can feel my heart beating in my throat. Changbin’s handsome and he knows it, no doubt about it. The words send me that pic later die on the tip of my tongue as he reaches over and ruffles my hair before continuing, “but also because I need more beautiful things on my phone.”

He goes back to driving, as if he hadn’t just indirectly called me beautiful. But I’ve seen the way girls swoon over his smile and ogle his arms. I’ve seen how many people his charms affect, whether he’s aware of it or not. And so the negative part of my brain reigns in my blooming affection for the boy sitting next to me before I can do anything stupid, forcing me not to dwell on my jumble of emotions. Instead, I ask him about his day, the tracks he’s working on, and the classes that I’m not in, and he tells me before asking about my professors. Just like good friends do.

(That night, I pretend I don’t notice or mind the beautiful, kind waitress flirting with him, and I pretend that I’m not relieved when he treats her politely and with kindness–nothing more, nothing less–like he does with everyone else, and I pretend that my heart wouldn’t break if he rejected my advancements like that, so why does Felix whisper in my ear that I’m in denial?)

•••

“Pick up, jeez!” I huff into my phone. After calling Changbin twice, he finally picks up on my third try.

“What.” I can hear Felix screaming something in the background about Changbin being soft (with some friendly trash talk), followed by my name being yelled.

“Y/n y/n y/n,” I hear Felix breathing into the phone. “Of course it’s you, no wonder Changbin didn’t have his resting bitch face on when he answered–mmph!” Seungmin cackles in the background with an affirmative shout of “I agree!”

“Hey Seungmin! Miss ya!” I giggle. “Hey Felix, how’s uh… what was her name again?” I pretend for forget the name of Felix’s crush. “Oh yeah–”

“Thank you, next!” I can hear Seungmin clowning him already, before Changbin (presumably) steals his phone back.

“So,” Changbin clears his throat, “did you need anything?”

“Hi y/n! How’s your day been going? We should probably work on our Tech project, don’t you think? Especially since we’re going with my idea of music production apps?” I imitate his voice. “None of that? Hmmm?”

“Hi y/n, how’s your day.” he states more than asks. “Also, I kind of forgot about that project?” When I stay silent, he adds, “That cafe two blocks from your English class in twenty minutes? I’ll bring two studio headphones.”

“You better. Also, do you mind giving me a ride?” I ask, chewing on my bottom lip. “I’m at the auto shop right now because my car is getting fixed.”

“Not at all. I’ll be there in ten.”

Twelve minutes later, when he pulls up, I greet him with a “you’re late.”

(”Hi Changbin! How was your day? It’s so good to see you! You make this lovely day even better!”

“I’m glad you’re smart enough to figure out the reason behind my lackluster greeting, Seo. Do you understand what it feels like to be ignored now?”

“…my bad.”)

•••

“Can I get a ride back to the auto shop, too?” I ask as we walk across the cafe’s parking lot.

“No, you can perish. I can’t believe you had the audacity to diss coffee.” Changbin shudders exaggeratedly recalling how I called coffee “gross” after he ordered his iced americano.

“You mean roast,” I grin as I shoot him with finger guns. When he fixes me with a look, I continue. “But I bought you one to pay you back for picking me up!” I protest, playing along with his banter.

“Yeah, well, you didn’t buy me one for dropping you off, too.”

“Meanie.” We stop when we reach his car.

“A meanie who was kind enough to at least give you a ride there.” As he unlocks his car and sinks into the driver’s seat, he smirks up at me. “See you tomorrow, y/n.”

I cross my arms in defeat. “See you, snake.” I pull my phone out and open the bus app to check the schedule, sighing when I look at him and absentmindedly waving once I realize he hasn’t closed his door yet. That’s when it registers in my mind that I’m waving with the hand holding my phone.

Changbin rolls his eyes at me when he sees what I’ve pulled up. “I was joking, jeez. You know, you really can be dumb sometimes. Get in, idiot.”

“Yet I’m still at the top of the class, am I right? And I’m up there with you, so what does that say about your intelligence?” I slide into the passenger seat. “And in my defense, you’re really cold-hearted, so I actually thought you’d make me get home on my own.”

“I’d never let you go home alone this late, dummy. You may be book smart sometimes, but I’m convinced that you only use one brain cell 80% of the time. You’re so dense.” He reaches across the car and flicks my forehead. I flick his right back. “Plus, you’re cute when you’re exasperated.”

“Uhh…” I articulate intelligently. Yup, my last brain cell just went on vacation. “Um, ah- if I didn’t know better, I’d call you a player,” I manage to sputter out.

My face heats up as the temperature in the car seems to drop a few degrees as I freeze, internally panicking. Sure, that was a past impression I had of him, but I know him better now.

Changbin freezes. “You really see me that way?” His voice is flat and steady–too flat and steady.

“No! I-I kinda thought that when I first met you, but I know you’re not like that. And you can’t be a player if you only have eyes for Soyeon, right?” I’m convinced that Soyeon, the charismatic, popular rapper in his music composition class, is the object of his affections.

“I don’t like Soyeon.”

“Smells like lies.”

“I don’t!”

“Sure, sure. Whatever you say.”

Changbin starts the car. Before he pulls out of the parking lot, he glances over at me.

“I’m not–you know. A player.”

That’s the very first time I see Changbin in such an open, vulnerable state. His openness usually comes with an air of you-can’t-hurt-me-I’m-invincible. Right now, though, he lets me look straight into the depths of his soul.

I’m the one to break eye contact.

“I know,” I nod.

But it would be easier to justify the effect you have on me if you were.

(“So… how was your cafe date with Changbin yesterday? Has he asked you out to dinner yet?” pesters Felix, leaning across the table at the library, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I open my mouth to protest, but Changbin joins us and playfully shoves his shoulder before settling his arm across my shoulders.

“I actually enjoyed it a lot,” he smirks, glancing down at me. “Now if you’d bug Hyunjin instead,” he points towards the entrance where Hyunjin is walking in, “we have a study date that I, at least, would prefer you didn’t intrude on.” He smiles at me again. I think I can see stars in his eyes.

I can’t contain my grin. Even though I know he means it as a joke, I like it. I like him.

So I play along.

“You’re late Changbin.” I reach up to squish his cheeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felix fake a gag and leave. Changbin squeezes my side in a half hug, then sits down and scoots closer to me, taking out his textbooks and papers.

If one were to look at me and see stars swimming in my eyes, stars for him, make no mistake. This is no joke. This is real.)

•••

Over the course of the next month, I pine after Changbin. Hard. I swoon when he greets me with a hug, a smile, and an occasional drink from our cafe in the mornings, squishing my cheeks afterwards. (I always squish his back.) I swoon twice as hard if he jots down lyrics or his inner thoughts on his drink, something he’s been doing regularly. I fight the urge to blush whenever he makes a casual, flirty joke (especially when it’s in response to what I wrote on the pink sticky notes I attach to his drink whenever it’s my turn to grab drinks for us), opting to flirt back instead of feeling shy. My heart beats a little faster when I settle into his cuddly hugs, sometimes to the point where I’m afraid he’ll notice how quick it is. I have to bite back a lovestruck grin when he shares bits and pieces of himself with me, such as revealing random thoughts, telling me childhood stories, and letting me explore his soul, telling me anything and everything I’d like to know–that is, besides his current love life, denying that he has a crush on Soyeon every time I bring it up. (I’m slightly relieved.)

I’ve finally admitted my feelings for him. I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the line, I decided to let whatever happens happen. I think I do a pretty good job of hiding it? (Felix begs to differ, though.) But the thing is, I want to tell him. I just don’t want to lose him as a friend, and I can’t imagine my life without him as an integral part in it.

So, I keep my feelings inside every time he touches my arm, shoulder, or hand; every time he leans in close to whisper in my ear; every time he giggles his fricking adorable giggle and his eyes scrunch up. I keep them hidden until I don’t and I end up spilling my feelings to Felix.

Two hours later, after Felix is done gloating that he was “right all along”, interrogating me, and high-key shipping me, he drags me over to Changbin’s dorm and claims that “he wants to see who’s better at video games” between Changbin and me. Then he leaves once we start playing smash. (He ends up beating me four times before suggesting we go somewhere else to do something fun. I agree. Felix makes faces at me until we leave.)

Some time after that (with a little convincing from Felix–not too much though, the prick knows how to be a decent friend and not force me into anything–and Yeji, who gushed about how cute Changbin and I were for a solid hour after I told her about my feelings), I sit down and plan what to say during a confession after I text Changbin to meet me in our cafe at 5 o’clock sharp and that I have something to tell him. He responds with:

Sure

I wanna tell u something too

See u then

The thing is, my brain chooses the perfect moments to stop working. For example:

I am romantically attracted to you beyond the scope that friendship encompasses? What the heck? Where did that come from?

After giving up on planning (why would you not be spontaneous when you could be?), I tell myself to just relax, and go over the main points I want to make in my head. I trust myself to not make a complete fool out of myself while confessing. I think.

You know what? I’m relaxed. Cool as a cucumber.

I mean, come on! What could possibly go wrong?

•••

As soon as I step into the cafe and see Changbin’s expression change from unbothered to smiling when he notices me entering, my mouth goes dry.

“You’re early,” I greet.

He raises an eyebrow. “You are, too. That’s a first. Not that I’m complaining, of course.”

My eyes dart around, glancing at the menu, the fairy lights, the flower centerpiece in the middle of the table, all familiar things I had seen when we worked on our project and during our study sessions. I do a double take when my gaze lands on the small bouquet of flowers resting in his lap.

Of course he wanted to see me too. He needed a girl’s opinion delivering these flowers along with a speech about his feelings.

Wonderful. As if I wasn’t sure my heart was going to get broken already.

“So. I have something to tell you.” “I need to get something off my chest.” we say at the same time.

Smooth, me. That was real smooth.

“Please just let me get it out. I’ll help you with whatever confession advice about Soyeon you need, ok? I just… need to word vomit,” I let out a shaky breath. “Would you look at that, I’m doing it already! Great!”

Changbin stares at me. He opens his mouth and says, “I don’t have feelings for Soyeon. I don’t understand why you always insist that I do, but believe me, these flowers… they’re not for her.”

Ah, there my mind goes again. Racing with thoughts of who else it could be. I don’t want to think of him as a fuckboy, but really, who knows how many other people he’s given flowers to? Just when I was starting to think–no, hope–that maybe, maybe my one-sided pining wasn’t one-sided after all.

How many more people does he wrap his arms around, does he write random thoughts and lyrics for, does he walk to classes and events with, does he greet with a new cheesy pickup line on their hot chocolate with no whipped cream and marshmallows, does he say heart-stopping things so effortlessly such as “I don’t know what I would do without you in my life” while shooting his deadly, genuine smile? How many more people are there?

“Take your time, y/n,” Changbin chuckles good-naturedly, snapping me out of my internal monologue. “It must be important. I’m all ears.” He props his elbows up on the small table separating us, leaning his head into his hands and fixing a patient expression on me.

This adorable, tiny, unselfish ball of fluff. My heart nearly combusts and I lose control of my brain when I blurt out the words “I like you.”

I force myself to keep my eyes on his face, to see if his expression changes. It doesn’t, but I swear I can see his eyes darken a little and the wheels in his mind start to turn before coming to a complete stop. “We’re friends,” he replies slowly. “Unless you mean…”

“I am romantically attracted to you beyond the scope that friendship encompasses.” Seriously? Right now?

Changbin opens his mouth and closes it (I’m sure that my thesaurus vomit didn’t exactly help things). He’s wearing his trademark confused face, and as cute as it is, I can’t suppress the need to explain myself more. “I just wanted to let you know, and I hope that we can still be friends after this. There’s no pressure for you to like me back or anything. I totally understand. Just give me a few days to adjust, ok? Ok. Cool.”

“Wait, y/n-” “Haha, look at the time, I need to go, uh, do stuff. See you in class on Monday!” I nearly trip as I rush to stand up from my chair. I barely restrain myself from bolting to the door, and by the time Changbin opens the cafe door, I’m halfway across the parking lot.

My face burns as I peel out of the parking lot. My brain burns with the image of Changbin running towards me, arm extended, totally not kissable lips parted, calling my name.

•••

A good cry always makes things better.

Once I’m drained of tears, I melt into my bed with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s and my computer while pointedly ignoring my 50 unread messages from a certain person. As I search for friends-to-lovers stories and fics, I feel a new wave of frustration rising. Sure, mutual pining for your best friend is understandable. But what happens when you’re not best friends? What happens when he tries to brighten up everyone’s day? When will you get your happy ending if he’s just a thoroughly good person who only sees you as a friend?

My subconscious tells me that I’m being unfair, but I push selfless y/n to the back of my mind. I tell myself I’ll deal with this mess on Monday when I’m ready. Tonight, I’m just going to wallow in self-pity.

Until I hear a slightly muffled knock on my apartment door door.

And another.

And another.

“Y/n?” Changbin’s voice calls out.

Nononono crap not today not today oh mah Jesus -Mark Lee

“Please let me in?” He asks again, this time in a softer voice.

I respond by closing the door to my room.

“Y/n! I know you’re in there!” The knocking continues. I start blasting Day6 songs from my computer in an attempt to drown him out. It works, since his knocking and his words get muffled until they merely sound likewhite noise, but I get a flurry of notifications from my phone. I mute it and throw it across the room.

After a while, Changbin seems to give up and stops trying to get my attention. I pause my music.

I have no idea how long I sit on my bed, lost in my own bubble, reading my sorrows away, but I’m snapped out of my reverie and thrown back into reality with the sound of the front door opening. I hear my roommate say, “Wait here for a sec, let me talk to her first.” I hear a body settle on our couch.

The door to my room opens.

“Y/n? You ok?” Yeji takes in my puffy eyes, the mountain of tissues nearly bursting out of my trash can, the bundle of blankets I’ve arranged into something resembling a beanbag, and the tub of Ben and Jerry’s slowly melting away. She sighs sympathetically and offers me a hug.

After comforting me and asking if I wanted to talk to her (I told her I would explain things tomorrow), she asks me to talk to Changbin. I decline.

“Well, you know what’s best for you. I just hope that you’ll listen to what he has to say. He said something about crashing in our living room until you talk to him… but he won’t bother you until you’re ready to have a face-to-face conversation with him!” she immediately reassures me once she sees the look of panic and worry on my face. “If you feel comfortable enough, please talk to him soon. He seems really regretful.”

“Of course he is,” I mumble. “Of course he feels sorry after I tell him not to be.” A new flood of tears threatens to spill from my eyes. “What a prick; always caring about his friends.” The word tastes bitter in my mouth and I almost spit it out.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Yeji grabs a tissue and dabs away my tears. “Do you want me to kick his ass for you?” I shake my head. “Get my brother to kick his ass?”

That manages to get a laugh out of me. “No, don’t sic Hyunjin on him. Changbin didn’t do anything wrong. I feel a lot better now, and I don’t want to distract you from what you were doing before this; you don’t have to stay here if you have other things to do.”

“You’re sure you’re ok? I don’t have anything important to do.”

“Positive. Besides, I know your English paper is due in 2 days. You don’t have to lie. Really, thank you, Yeji. You truly are the mama bird of our friend group.”

“You’d do the same for me.” She stands up and heads towards the door. “Do you want me to put your ice cream in the fridge? Bring you some dinner? I’m planning on cooking with Changbin tonight.” I tell her no, she leaves after double checking I don’t need anything else, and I lock my door.

I feel as if I’m suffocating, as if Changbin’s presence is seeping through the walls into my room, as if it’s attempting to fuse with everything in this apartment so that I’m reminded of him everywhere I look.

I need to get out of here.

I hear Yeji and Changbin moving around in the kitchen, and I remember that no one in the kitchen can see our front door (that’s how Yeji sneaks up on me when I get home early and start preparing dinner before she gets back, and vice versa). If I time this correctly… I could sneak out until Changbin leaves!

Y/n, you’re a genius!

•••

After I slip outside, making sure the lock the door quietly, run to my car before they notice I’m gone, and decide to drive to the old-timey diner that Felix drags me to when I’m feeling down, I debate whether or not I still want to be alone for about 3 seconds before I call him. He picks up on the 4th ring. After he agrees to meet me there in 15, I tell him not to spread the word about my whereabouts.

“Chill, mate,” he drawls, and I swear I can hear his Fortnite game in the background. “It sounds like you’re trying to avoid someone. You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”

Ah, Felix. Sweet, oblivious, intuitive Felix. “Don’t worry. I’m only sticking to class 4 misdemeanors… for now,” I whisper the last part before hanging up, trying to scare him.

It doesn’t work.

“You have got to get better at lying, y/n,” he says as a form of greeting when he slides into the seat across from me in our booth. “You’d lose your straight-A average before you broke the law. Did you order yet?”

“Yup, just fries for now,” I nod just as our food gets set down on the table. “Tsk, tsk, you’re late. You said 15 minutes. It’s been 20.” An ache in my heart? What ache in my heart? I mean, who else would I call late?

He shoves a fry in his mouth with one hand while flapping his other. “Traffic. And uh, stuff. Switch seats with me,” he stands up abruptly. “I wanna look at the door instead of the restrooms.”

I’m taken aback at how random that was, but I take his seat anyways. “The doors to the restrooms are closed. Dramatic much?”

“Speaking of drama,” he pauses to shovel a large handful of fries down his throat and chew. I take this opportunity to peek at my phone, and my heart rate accelerates once I see the 73 unread messages from both Yeji and Changbin.

Crap, they found out. Ok, so maybe I wasn’t that inconspicuous… I think as I text Yeji that I’m feeling better, eating out, sorry for worrying her, and that I won’t do anything stupid. I try to ignore Changbin’s texts.

“Speaking of drama, what the hell happened?” Felix interrogates.

“What happened?” I feign ignorance.

He doesn’t buy it. “You’re at our diner, you called me here, and you haven’t touched your fries. The only thing you’re missing from this mope-fest is a milkshake.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to get one.” I try to escape from his sharp gaze, but he blocks me.

“I don’t want milkshakes, I want TEA. So spill it now.”

“I’m not sure I want to talk about it right now…”

“Does this have to do with your massive crush on Changbin?”

“Pfft, what?” My voice rises an octave at the end of my question. “I don’t like Changbin. You like Changbin.”

He ignores my blatant lies. “What happened? Did you embarrass yourself in front of him or something? Because I promise you, that boy is whipped. I’m pretty sure you could shove him off a cliff and he’d still like you.”

“No, Felix… I messed up. Like, big time.”

After I get done explaining what happened with Changbin, I can practically feel the judgement pouring off Felix in waves.

“I just-I just feel so stupid for thinking I had a chance. Like, he’s always so friendly to everyone and I can’t believe I thought that his actions meant something more. He obviously only saw me as a friend.”

“You’re wrong.” Felix stands up. “You’re wrong because he’s here right now and walking towards you.” He points behind me, and lo and behold, Changbin appears with a milkshake in each hand. Felix waves. “Adiós.”

And then I’m frozen and I can look everywhere except for at Changbin and I’m internally cursing my life.

•••

Changbin slides a milkshake across the table. “I’m sorry for not texting you anything or saying something when I went over to your dorm. I just… wanted to tell you in person. And make this special. Because–you’re special to me.”

I glance up at him, then divert my gaze to the milkshake. On the drink, he’s written a short poem.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

You said you like me,

And I like you, too.

Though our initial meeting

May have been up to fate,

Now that we’re here together,

Let me take you on a date?

“I like you too, y/n.” He reaches across the table and takes my hand–hesitantly at first, then laces our fingers together once I don’t show any signs of protest.

I stand up abruptly, pulling my hand away. Once he starts to look uncomfortable, I tackle him in a hug and bury my face into the crook of his neck. I can’t contain my grin.

“Took you long enough to realize, you cheesy songwriter.”

I pull back, and Changbin’s expression turns serious. “Be my girlfriend?”

“I would love to.”

“Well then, sweetheart,” he smiles. “Let me take you on that date?”

(As we walk out of the restaurant, he backhugs me and whispers into my ear. “The only reason I didn’t kiss you back there was because I didn’t want to bother the people in there.”

“How about now?”

He responds by leaning in and capturing my lips with his.)

•••

After our date, as Changbin and I share a kiss underneath the night sky, I can’t help but realize how incomplete my first impressions of him were. He’s much too complex to be characterized by the sky during just one time of day. Rather, he encompasses the qualities of the sky in general depending on his mood: sunny, rainy, partly cloudy, snowy, not-a-cloud-in-the-sky, displaying rainbows, and my favorite (the most frequent and the one that describes him the best)–the night sky. Commonly thought of as pitch black, until you take a closer look and observe what you see: lit up by a bright moon, the darkness just a complex contrast allowing you to appreciate the celestial bodies that the sun overpowers.

[mieczyhale]

a messy explanation of things and unnecessary information about life lately

soooo... right. i’m sorry i haven’t really been around aside from popping in here and there, and that i’ve been taking longer than usual to reply to things / not replying to things at all. it’s NOT that i’m upset with anyone or trying to ignore / avoid anyone, and it’s not that i don’t care / don’t love talking to you (whomstever you may be) i love chatting with y’all and wish i could get myself to reply to things quicker but i do not control the me lmfao honestly my sleep has never had a schedule but in recent weeks it’s kinda been operating like there’s a lil gremlin in my head who spins a wheel and picks my sleeping times at random - and it’s either like.. two hours or most of a day. there hasn’t been a lot of in between so that’s a thing!!

also in a fun added mix of maybe sleep?, missing meds, being stuck in the house more often than not, and the FUCKING EVERYTHING happening in the world right now my mental health is... probably run by the same goblin that runs my sleep schedule lmao consistency whomst?? since the lockdown started the depression has of course been around more but actually, worse than that, is how my anxiety - and by extension: my ocd - have really amped up and i need y’all to know that the struggle is painfully real (and another thing that affects shit like my replies and writing. reading as well. fics have been kinda stressful and that should be illegal. who authorized this?) i don’t hate talking about it but i don’t really like it either?? especially like.. in depth. but i will say there has been crying, screaming, pain!, and i’ve acquired a few physical injuries.

so

yeah

on a personal level - a ‘just me’ level - shit is an even bigger mess than usual lmao but all these things will get better eventually - they always do. 

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NOW

ON A PERSONAL LEVEL - THE FULL LEVEL - THINGS.... are pretty great actually! i mean aside from the state of my fucking house e__e but Josh has been working from home for two (2) months now and it’s been really nice - people complaining about their partners being home?? can’t relate. yknow what?? i just might love that tall bastard even more from all this.fuck all y’all miserable fucks

we’ve been going out for drives and we’ve gone fishing and the only place i’ve gone too that’s re-opened is goodwill. because i require.. the shop. they do have a masks required rule! (at least at the one here) and, alongside that, the places we’ve gone that never closed (like grocery stores and the gas station and the hardware store) have social distancing rules and stuff in place which i love. can we keep social distancing after this is all over?? more things here in wisconsin are opening up and we might go to some. idk though. we also might not. either way its still a weird kind of exciting to see things opening back up?? even though i do think we’re not totally in the clear because most of our gov. sucks (our mayor tried to extend our stay-at-home order - keyword there is TRIED. we are the land of cheese, cows, and no fucking braincells for anyone) 

having pets is obviously not a new thing for me but it’s still a thing. so it takes time and effort and energy and patience and love and a certain disregard for your own safety (claws. they really be as sharp as you think) so... it can be stressful, especially cuz we’ve had to keep them inside more as it gets hot out and something keeps breaking our porch screens (our cats are allowed onto our screened in porch or they can go out in a harness but we will never let them run free outside. fuck that noise)  my bbies are all so cute and their personalities and idiosyncrasies are just... *chefs kiss* i love em and they’re definitely a part of what has made quarantine better

i’ve seen my mom a few times, like for my birthday and when she needed help moving Isaiah from one dorm to another and such, but that’s primarily been an option because she has become anti-mask and anti-stay-at-home-order. initially she wasn’t - she gave Isaiah and i fun lil masks since at that time trying to buy them would be impossible and she thought nothing of staying home - but i guess either as its dragged on or as she’s consumed her middle-right wing news that changed s o. she does take social distancing in public very seriously though, so at least there’s that. our favorite coffee shop, where we - pre-lockdown - always went one (1) or two (2) times a week to do art for hours re-opens on monday and that’s one of the few things i’ve truly missed.

josh’s camping trip for this weekend with his friends had to be cancelled because the parks weren’t going to open in time. so today they’re going somewhere to do at least some of the things they would have done if they had gone camping. bikes, bonfires, and cigars. i’m kinda jealous negl but he was really excited about it so mostly i’m happy

trying to figure out how human services was running things during lockdown was rough but thankfully it didn’t take much to get it sorted. mostly because my mom made the phone call i was supposed to lol (the phone anxiety is on its own level) so wednesday afternoon my mom sat with me while i had the appointment with my psychiatrist over speakerphone (which was.. an experience)

ummm.....

OH YEAH! Probably absolutely my favorite thing that’s happened is: WE’RE STARTING THE SEARCH FOR A NEW HOUSE!!!! it doesn’t mean we’re gonna be moving soon or anything, we don’t want to make the same mistake twice (buying the first house you tour that you love) because while it is a great house ultimately it is way too small for us. i mean there’s me and josh, all six cats, and ALL OUR SHIT. listen: i have an entire room dedicated to my various hobbies. and a walk in closet that isn’t big enough. and we both have collections we love and want to display (right now upstairs its hello kitty and downstairs its astronomy and the titanic. and then there’s pop figures, mtg, collectibles, our bottle collection and various knickknacks, etc.) plus all our books! then furniture and cat furniture (i.e towers) and all their shit because they are spoiled babies. and god forbid we ever have a human kid?? yeah. it’s just not big enough. 

so we’re gonna take more time with this choice but what we do know is:: we wanna live out in the country (i’m paranoid and don’t like to be looked at and he loves the outdoors, lived on a farm for awhile. i also enjoy the outdoors but mostly since we moved into this house i’ve struggled with doing anything outside... while we only have one neighbor on our road. but there’s one across the road and one at the other side of our backyard and that’s just too much lol) 

lets see.. um.... my birthday was may 2nd and that was pretty nice, for a pandemic birthday. there’s been a lot of stuff happening involving josh’s family but that’s not something i really wanna get into on here, tho i will say things have been better in recent weeks and it’s been... really nice. josh and i went to his mom’s house the other night and got drunk with her for fun and i actually had a really good time?? and didn’t complain about going?? that’s kinda unheard of.

i don’t have a job anymore - haven’t since early march-ish - and it kinda sucks but also the universe really did me a solid because my choices were either allow myself to work until i have a mental break again or quit. and i was leaning towards quitting (things had been going down hill with the owner and other employees and just the business as a whole for awhile and there’s a limit to the amount of bullshit i can take thanks) but now it doesn’t seem i have to. why do i think i’m jobless? i was barely working anyway, bc of the snow business was slow, and in march i got really sick and stayed home for a week. the day i was supposed to go back i was still sick, and covid19 was starting to become more of a serious situation everywhere, so josh called in for me and explained that between still being sick and my anxiety over covid (asthma + a not so great immune system) i wasn’t going in that day. i never heard from them again. so. 

but it’s all good - there are some options but i’m not looking into them seriously until it’s safe to.

SO

THAT’S ALL OF FUCKING THAT ON THAT

i felt it wouldn’t be a bad idea to come on here and explain A. what’s been going on and B. where i’ve been and C. that if i haven’t responded to you or acknowledged something you sent me / tagged me in it’s literally just because i either forgot to (for all reasons and none) or i don’t have the mental space / energy to. but that doesn’t mean you have to stop talking to me! even if i don’t respond or respond immediately i do read everything and i would die for any one of you fuckers (especially my clowns and the tom hardy movie) 

oh! and just btw - sometimes i don’t get notifications (quelle surprise) tumblr and skype should really pair up and talk about their truly great systems that function so well /s 8| ANYWAY: the best and most reliable ways to get my attention are twitter ( @/mieczyhale) and discord (same name) because i have yet to see their notifications fail. ahem.

i feel like i’m missing things / forgetting things but honestly this post is long enough and also enough of a rambley mess that i’m just gonna try and ignore that feeling and carry on with my goddamn day so i might actually accomplish something. sorry if there’s spelling off or missing words. i’m not taking the time to re-read this and might even delete it bc it’s already giving me anxiety bUT WE’LL SEE ALRIGHT HI AND BYE I LOVE YOU GUYS <3

[pansyaparkinson]

Under the cut is a formatted version of Pansy’s application, since Tumblr has decided to be mean (once again): 

OOC

Name: Karli

Age: 29

Pronouns: She/Her

Timezone: CST 

Writing Sample: Please provide a link to some writing. This does not have to be from a roleplay specifically, though it is preferred.

Ships: Pansy/Chemistry is ultimately the most important thing to me. I have this weird soft spot for Pansy/Goyle after some chemistry I had with a Goyle when I played Pansy in another rpg and I’ve shipped them ever since! But it’s not something I would need to have. Mostly, I’m excited to play her coming back to Britain and reconnecting with all the folks from her past! 

Anything else?: Pansy’s favorite color is red (despite the - ugh - Gryffindor colors!) and she often sports a crisp, pristine red lip that almost looks like blood. 

IC - Overview

Full name: Pansy Auria Parkinson (Delvaux) - Pansy managed to keep her surname under the pretenses of her career, having been known within her line as a Parkinson. She uses Parkinson for her professional and personal life - but will call herself a Delvaux if it helps her get ahead or in polite French company.

Age: 40 (31 December 1979) - Yes, she throws the most extravagant New Year’s Eve parties in celebration of her birthday. 

Gender: Cis-female (she/her)

Sexuality: Heterosexual. Pansy will be the first one to tell you that she likes cock. But only when that cock does whatever she wants. She’s not necessarily homophobic in the “normal” sense where she really cares who is fucking who - but she definitely makes homophobic jokes sometimes and, even if she loves you (looking at you, Draco!), you can’t escape her rolling her eyes a bit whenever the topic of sexuality comes up. She’s definitely going to hit you where it hurts if she’s angry. 

Blood status: Pureblood

Former Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Occupation: Designer for Twilfitt and Tatting's

The shoppe, Twilfiit and Tatting’s, has been owned by the Parkinsons for generations. The oldest son, Malcolm, Pansy’s father, had inherited the business from his father. Malcolm, however, had plans far greater than his father could have dreamed. While Twilfitt and Tatting’s location in Diagon Alley brought enough money in to sustain the family fortune, Malcolm wanted to expand.

Throughout Pansy’s childhood, he was in constant discussion with other businessmen to open new locations throughout various places in Europe. It took a lot of time away from his family, but tripled their income and made Twilfitt and Tatting’s the place to get high end robes, clothing, and accessories.

Pansy started scribbling designs for new outfits when she was young, but her father would not take them seriously until after graduation, when he finally allowed her visions to become a reality. The Auria line (named for Pansy’s middle name) became the fastest-selling line Twilfitt had ever seen.

But it wasn’t enough. While her father was never a Death Eater - much too busy being successful to follow a man with no fashion sense at all! - he did a lot of his business with people who were. As those wizards and witches were caught and sent to Azkaban for Voldemort-supporting acts after the war, Malcolm’s businesses began to fail.

The Parkinson’s were losing money fast at that time - something they’d mainly been able to keep from the public eye - and Pansy had to step up and find a rich man to marry in order to help the business stay afloat. Pansy’s mother, Cordelia, did not want to fall from grace like those Malfoy’s, after all.

Pansy did manage to do just that - find a man, save the company, and is now the leading designer within the multiple Twilfitt establishments. Her line is sleek and expensive, mainly geared towards fashionable and rich witches. (Link to some of the clothing will be posted below within the “extra” section). She’s very happy with her career… but it came at what costs?

Marital Status: Widowed.

Pansy met Armand Delvaux when she was just twenty-three years old on a trip to the shoppe in Paris, which had been doing rather well until the fall of Voldemort. On their last bit of finances, the ability to keep the fact that the Parkinsons were actually broke was becoming harder and harder to manage. Meeting Armand had been a gift from Merlin itself, it seemed. Rich he was, though not so handsome, he was forty-two years Pansy’s senior and had lost his original wife in an unfortunate potions accident when the woman was rather young.

Pansy had gotten to work quickly, making herself known as available (though not too available) and Armand had fallen for her even before her knees hit the ground. Honestly, those Gryffindors complaining about torture under the Carrows know nothing until they’ve stuck a wrinkly penis in their mouth to save the family. 

They were married within just four months of meeting one another, something his grown children (there are three of them, two daughters and a son - the middle one the same age as Pansy herself) were very vocal about not being in agreement with. While Pansy lived her life with her husband without loving him, she did love what he had to offer her. The funding for Twilfitt went back up - the Paris shoppe suddenly bloomed - and they were able to expand farther than even her father had expected.

The shoppe is now the leading brand for expensive, designer clothing with Pansy at its helm. When Armand died two years ago - rather young for wizards, but Armand had always been known to experiment with the tobacco he put in that pipe of his and his poor heart suffered - she inherited 85% of his money (despite more protests from her stepchildren, really they’ve been such a pain!). With that money, she purchased a rather loftily flat in England with a direct connection via floo to her estate in Paris. The last two years, she’s split her time between the two, but the excitement of France has recently died down and she’s been spending much more time with old friends in England.

Faceclaim: Katie McGrath (1st choice), Eva Green (2nd choice), Lucy Hale (younger) - I would prefer the Katie/Lucy match, as I feel like they have more similarities and also Katie’s supergirl resources and a few others are TOTALLY Pansy-esque 

Summary: A lot of Pansy’s life shortly after the war had been defined by that one moment in the Great Hall - and, really, how unfair was that! She’d only wanted to have her school stay undestroyed and her friends kept safe, after all. The Parkinsons had never chosen a side in the war, safe from any harm regardless of what happened given their pureblooded status. Pansy herself hardly thought about the war at all - and yet, she was being punished publicly for it. While there was no trial or prison for her - the backlash her old classmates gave her for trying to give Potter up to the Dark Lord was enough to make her bristle. That, combined with the Parkinson fortune dwindling, made Pansy run away to Paris to find a rich husband and start a new life. She settled with a man forty-two years older named Armand Delvaux and the failing business her family owned - Twilfitt and Tatting’s - began to thrive again with his money. Pansy herself found passion in fashion designing and her Auria brand is known as one of the leading brands in high-fashion clothing sales. While she spent most of her life after school travelling between Paris and London, she has decided to plant herself anew in the country of old friends and enemies again, now that her dear old husband has died. Many still think of her as that bitch from school and they aren’t wrong… but, cut her some slack, she’s grown up… a little bit. 

IC - In Depth

Discussion

I included a lot of this discussion above in places I felt they made most sense, but below is a discussion of various things I have yet to add:

-Pansy is not ashamed of what she did during the war because, quite honestly, she hardly did a thing. She was no Death Eater - there was no Azkaban for her. As far as anyone knows, Pansy is the same person as she always was… but maybe just a bit nicer. Of course, that’s a laugh! She’s playing nice because it’s what this new wobbly feelings world wants her to be. She’s still not going to hold hands with Weasley or tell Granger she’s pretty or something insane like that! She’s got standards. She just might not spike your drink with laxative potion for a laugh anymore… well, not much potion anyway. Potter can miss one day of work for her entertainment. 

-Pansy is ambitious. She’s a Slytherin for a reason, after all. She’s a designer (not a shoppe keeper, to anyone who may ask, thank you very much!) and values her work. She spends hours working on new pieces for her Auria line and won’t stop until it’s perfected. Some people think fashion is silly - but Pansy knows the truth. It’s an art form. Some wizards have just yet to discover it.

-Pansy is not nice. While she can play at it with a smile when she has to, she’s not above backhanded compliments and manipulation. She’s such a gossip and shouldn’t be trusted with any secret. Who’s dating who (or who’s fucking who, more like it) will be spread like Fiendfyre… whoops, don’t mention that word in front of poor Draco and Gregory… they get a bit sensitive. Pansy “forgot.” 

-Perhaps the most curious thing about Pansy is that she both cares and doesn’t care about what other people think about her. It’s why she’s so mean - it’s easier to be the one on top putting everyone else down than have it possibly happen to her. When someone brings up her betrayal of Potter before the final battle, Pansy pretends to easily shrug it off with a perfectly presented insult and a roll of the eyes. But, the truth is, there’s a reason she uses make up potions and wears nice clothes and keeps all the flyaways out of her hair… the better she looks, the less fodder everyone else has for the fire. 

-While there was no actual punishment for Pansy after the war, given she never fought for any side, the way those old classmates of hers viewed her after the stunt in the Great Hall was punishment enough. They looked down on her, something that brought up a whole lot of insecurity for her in a way she hated. It was enough to push her to France, agreeing to look after the shoppe there, and allowed her to settle into security with a husband she didn’t love.

-In fact, she did not love Armand at all - even for a second. While Armand was kind to her in some respects, he also very much underestimated her. Kept her out of the discussions when Twilfitt went into business with the Delvaux Company. She could play at her “little designs”, but could not truly take over the business, despite the fact that her line made the business the most money out of anything else they sold. In Armand’s mind, business was no place for a woman, something Pansy was unabashedly in disagreement with.

-Pureblood families - particularly families from higher society - have always stressed reproduction. While marriages are ideally full of love and children, creating an heir has always been the higher standard within the society that Pansy grew up in. She was supposed to get pregnant - supposed to have children and carry on the bloodline, despite any children she may have had not taking on the name Parkinson. That didn’t happen. In the end, it was discovered after trips to several different healers that Pansy could not, in fact, have biological children. Armand was alright with it, as he had three other children to carry on his name, including a son. Pansy could’ve considered adoption - she could’ve considered surrogacy. Instead, she decided that her life would be devoted to her career. She never truly liked children, anyway - just thought becoming a mother was what was expected of a young woman like her. In the end, she has found she feels very fulfilled. She’s usually very happy with her choice, but that doesn’t stop from the occasional pang of resentment and sadness whenever she sees old friends and acquaintances with their growing families. 

-Despite what many believe, Pansy does love her friends. Draco is an actual treasure! Even if she is mortified by the way she threw herself at a gay man once upon a time. She very much values his friendship and has spent many visits to England with him. Daphne, too, is practically her soulmate. Pansy adores the woman who has been friends with her since Hogwarts. While Daphne’s status from Spindrift Lane meant she was more easily manipulated, Pansy loves that in a friend. She’s always been Queen Bee, after all.

-But just because she loves you doesn’t mean you’re safe. She’s mean whenever she wants to be - nice whenever it serves her. She might order her friends around sometimes and give backhanded compliments (Oh, your skin finally doesn’t look washed out today in that outfit!), but if anyone else tried to do that to someone she cared for, they’d be in for a rude awakening. Just because she can be a bitch doesn’t mean just anyone can talk to her friends like that! Even her own attitude has died down in recent years, as she grew older and things didn’t matter nearly as much. But she’ll still pull out the claws whenever she has to.

-Pansy is mostly in disagreement with Hermione’s Cerberus program. While she agrees that magical people shouldn’t be just going off with Muggles and therefore the Statute of Secrecy is important, she definitely doesn’t like the idea of people trying to watch her all the time. In her eyes, it’s a very prejudiced program. Who are considered the “suspicious ones?” The Slytherins from the war. Even though Pansy herself did not fight in the battle or even pick a side, she knows how people view her. Just because she was a Slytherin doesn’t mean that she’s off experimenting with Dark Magic and absolutely despises how this program will make her and others like her look.

- Pansy isn’t surprised more shit has arrived on that doorstep, but just like in the last war - she has no interest in playing a part (yet).

Plots

-Pansy is back in England now, almost permanently. While she does still visit France periodically, this is the first time she’s been in her home country more often than the other since she was twenty three. Yes, she’s stayed in close contact with her friends… but how will everyone else handle the Ice Bitch being back? She may have grown a bit throughout her time, but would they know it?

-Party on NYE? Pansy’ll throw it, so long as you bring her a gift!

-We have a plethora of Gryffindors and Weasleys and other do-gooders from the war (I play one of them, after all!) on the dash and I wanted to bring in someone who is opposite of Harry and who will give me The fog hardly interests her. Where there’s Hogwarts, there’s trouble. Where there are Weasleys and Potters and all the Gryffindors, there’s trouble.various plots. I’m not against the tension and definitely don’t expect people to just be happy with Pansy, who is rather mean about 70% of the time. I’m all for those interpersonal tension-filled plots.

-While I say Pansy doesn’t want to be part of the war, what I mean is that she’s not ready for it. If this fog business becomes worse - what happens then? She’s an adult now and likely can’t just hide behind not choosing a side. I would love it if she gets sucked into helping, rather than hurting, and is forced to work alongside all these people who probably hate her. If the Order is reestablished, perhaps she can join and be an actual asset. She’s got money - but she also has intel. Just because her husband thought business was no place for a woman didn’t mean Pansy abided by it. She knows more about the people her dad used to do business with than anyone thinks she does. She can be useful to the Order. She doesn’t want Lord Voldemort to come back, after all. He really fucked things up last time! 

Extras

The link to Pansy’ pinterest is located below. It includes pictures of the faceclaims and her designs for Twilfitt. 

https://www.pinterest.ca/karliandtaylor/pansy-parkinson/

[abundanceofsoph]

SkyFire 1: Chapter 12

London: January 2014 

Word count: 1.7k

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On the 2nd of January, Aurora once again made her way back to the Golden Stag. She offered a wave of greeting to Greg behind the bar when she walked through the front door and headed over to one of the booths along the wall to wait. Her best friend, Ella, walked through the door 15 minutes later.

“Sorry I’m late,” the blonde yelled as she barrelled into the pub, a hurricane of energy as always. Aurora laughed as Ella rushed toward her and she stood just in time to catch the other girl in a hug.

“I think I’d genuinely die of shock if you ever arrived anywhere on time,” Aurora replied when they both pulled apart and sat down at the table. Greg appeared a few moments later with a coke for Ella and a sprite for Rori, the two girls too predictable for him to need their drink orders. “Thanks Greg,” Rori cheered, taking a sip of her drink.

“You’re welcome,” the older man said. “Good to see you El. What can I get you girls?”

“I’ll have the fish and chips please,” Ella ordered, while Rori nodded and gestured that she would have the same. As Greg walked away from the table the girls dove into discussion. Despite having lived in separate countries for the last 2 and a half years, they had successfully maintained their friendship, rarely going more than a day or two without messaging or calling each other. As such there wasn’t as much to catch up on since they’d last seen each other on Rori’s last visit as one would expect. Rori explained in minute detail every aspect of the AMAs, only glossing over some of her interactions with Harry, keeping most of their conversations private, while giving Ella enough details to keep her friend satisfied and sufficiently excited.

They’d mostly finished their food when Ella’s head snapped up to meet Rori’s gaze. “Shit I totally forgot that Mum told me to invite you and your dads for dinner tonight.”

“Can I get a rain check?” Rori replied, “I’ve got plans tonight.”

“What kind of plans?”

“Dinner and a games night apparently.”

“With who?”

“No one you know.”

“Are they famous?” Ella asked, “because I know that I’m the only one you stayed in contact with after you moved to the states so it’s no one from school.”

“Yeah, they’re famous,” Rori replied, scrunching up her face in response to the word.

“Enough of that, spill. Who is it?”

“You’re not allowed to freak out, Ok?”

“Ok,” Ella agreed excitedly, causing Rori to shake her head with a chuckle.

“It’s at Louis Tomlinson’s house.” The other people in the bar turned to stare at the girls as Ella squealed. “I thought I said you couldn’t freak out,” Rori chided.

“Louis fucking Tomlinson?” Ella asked in shock. “How the fuck is Louis Tomlinson inviting you to his house?”

“Actually, Harry invited me,” Aurora explained.

“Harry Styles invited you to games night at Louis Tomlinson’s house?”

“Please stop saying their full names like that,” Rori begged. “It’s weird.”

“Well I’m sorry I’m not on a first name basis with Louis Tomlinson or Harry Styles,” Ella replied. “You better start talking right now because you have been holding out on me, I thought you said you’d just been talking with Harry a little since the AMAs but know he’s inviting you to Louis house so you’ve clearly skipped some pertinent details.”

“Ok, we’ve maybe spent a bit of time together since I flew in on Sunday,” Rori admitted.

“Oh My God!” Ella gasped. “You sneak. Tell me everything. Wait is Harry who you spent New Year’s Eve with? You said you had an industry party but were you really with him?”

“First of all, it was an industry party, but yes I did go to it with Harry, but we actually caught up the day before for lunch. I swear to god you better not shriek again but he asked me to be his girlfriend.” Aurora rolled her eyes as Ella clamped her hands over her mouth to muffle her excited response. “You can’t say a word to anyone El,” Aurora said. “Please, you know what the Directioners are like. We just want to keep it out of the media for now.”

“Of course, I’ll keep it secret,” El promised. “Can I tell mum though?” She breathed a sigh of relief when the brunette nodded. “ You have to admit that this is bizarre,” Ella continued. “Imagine going back in time and telling 15 year old Rori that she’d grow up to date Harry. Omg your kids are gonna be so adorable and the wedding! The wedding will be the event of the fucking season.”

“Easy El,” Rori laughed. “We’ve been dating for 3 days, let’s not go talking about weddings and kids ok.”

“Seriously though. We went to the X Factor finale and were crying when they didn’t win and now you know them and talk to them and you’re going to their game’s night! You better introduce me at some point or you’re a terrible best friend.”

“I promise I will introduce you,” Rori told her best friend. “Just give me a month or two to get used to the idea myself. Trust me I’m just as overwhelmed by the idea as you are. I mean I’m kind of freaking out about tonight.”

“Oh, babe don’t,” Ella said. “They’ll all love you.”

“I hope you’re right,” Rori replied nervously.

They stayed at the pub for another few hours, chatting and laughing before Aurora had to leave to go back to the hotel to get ready before dinner. As they were leaving Greg popped out from behind the bar to give both girls a hug goodbye and reminding Rori that he would see her on Saturday night for her birthday dinner with himself, Helen and Rori’s dads.

xXx

Aurora let out a nervous breath as the Addison Lee pulled up outside the white expanse of Louis’ north London house. Harry was waiting on the doorstep for her, stepping forward to open her door and offered her a hand as she exited the car. He pulled her in for a tight hug as the car drove away and then kissed her briefly before pulling back to look at her.

“Hi,” he greeted, smiling brightly down at her.

“Hi,” Rori echoed with a laugh.

“Shall we?” Harry asked, gesturing to the front door in front of them. Aurora nodded, placing her hand on his offered elbow as he ushered her into the high ceilinged foyer. “Everyone’s out back,” he said as they walked down the hallway.

“Who exactly is everyone?” Aurora asked.

“Louis and his girlfriend Eleanor, Liam and his girlfriend Sophia, Zayn and Niall,” Harry listed. “We always get together after we spend Christmas with our families,” Harry explained. “We have a games night with the girlfriends and just hang out as friends before all the craziness of touring kicks off again.”

“Sounds like fun,” Rori said as the pair finally reached the back of the large house to find the previously mentioned group sat around a fire pit on the patio.

“Aurora!” Louis cheered when they came into view. “So glad you came, Love. Harrold, the UberEats delivery should be here in a minute, be a lad and go grab it for us.” Harry looked to Rori hesitantly, not wanting to abandon her immediately after arriving. “Oh, just go,” Louis continued, “I’ll introduce your girl.”

Harry turned on his heel and walked back into the house, leaving Rori to approach the circle of friends sitting around the fire pit, taking one of the two empty seats. “So everyone, this is Aurora,” Louis announced, before pointing to each person and providing Rori with their names.

“It’s so nice to meet you all,” Rori offered, “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Eleanor replied, “and of course you got an invite. It’s a right of passage for anyone dating one of this idiots.”

Harry returned shortly after, his arms loaded up with pizza boxes, chicken wings and rolls of garlic bread. “Grubs up!” he announced cheerfully as he dumped everything onto the table beside the fire and then collapsed into the seat next to Rori. “They’re not given you a hard time, are they?” he asked his girlfriend.

“Not at all,” Rori said, smiling as he reached out for her hand, threading their fingers together.

The night was spent chatting, eating and drinking, as well as playing Uno, a disastrous attempt at monopoly, snap and go fish. Rori had been surprised to find the boys very easy to talk to and it took very little time for her to shake off her nerves. By the time she had been halfway through her second slice of pizza she had almost forgotten that the young men surrounding her where the same boys she had screamed at in concert years ago. Hours later, when the fire had burned down to a few embers and everyone but Rori was 4 or 5 drinks in, they sat in the near darkness talking quietly. Rori found herself talking football with Louis given that her team, AFC Wimbledon, had recently played his Doncaster Rovers in the Johnstone’s Paint Trophy the previous month. The pair found themselves deep in conversation about the league tables, completely unaware of the soft look Harry was throwing their way, so happy to see his girlfriend and one of his brothers getting along so quickly and easily.

Eventually everyone started to yawn, and the night wound its way to its conclusion with cars called and everyone hugging each other goodbye. Harry walked with Aurora to the front door, waiting with her until her car arrived to take her back into the city. He held open the door for her as she climbed in and then surprised her by joining her on the backseat.

“And where do you think you’re going?” she chuckled as he leaned his head against her shoulder, his lips pressing gently against her neck.

“Not ready to call it a night,” he mumbled, his hand coming to rest on her waist. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, ever the gentleman, even if a little tipsy. Aurora nodded slightly as he mouthed his way up along her jaw, finally reaching her lips and the pair continued to make out for the entire ride to Rori’s hotel.

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