#hope you're all having a good tuesday! ❤️❤️❤️

[stillcominback]

𝚊 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍!! fanexpo was absolutely nuts, but overall we had a really fun time, met some insanely cool [ and attractive ] people, and came home a lot more broke but with lots of memories!

meeting joseph was a little bit disappointing [ i hate to say ] -- nothing to do with him!! he was seriously so lovely, kind, ridiculously cute, and i am so beyond grateful that i got multiple opportunities to see him / that he even does things like this! that said: the people who were handling him or whatever were just horrible. i've done a lot of cons over the years [ including this one ] and i've never seen an artist / celebrity handled this way. they severely overbook him to the point where it felt like it was impossible for him to see everyone, and i felt like i was lucky to get 0.5 seconds of his time. like with ALL my other photo ops and autographs i've had [ also with some big names ], i've had great experiences -- lines still move really smooth and quick, but somehow there's time for a hug or a cute little pose in a photo, there's time for like a couple words back and forth, just to make the interaction a LITTLE bit more special for each person who spent so much money for it and some traveling from out of state or country even!

again: it's not joe's fault at all and i'm still so so so grateful i got to see him! but the greed of the con really was just so frustrating because i feel like it ended up eating into what could have been more special, enjoyable interactions. it feels like $$$$ > the actual customer experience. like ... for my photos, they were just SCREAMING at us "NO POSES! HE WILL NOT POSE! NO HUGGING! NO PROPS!" i was like: "NO FUN!" like ... i get trying to keep things moving, but jesus, it was giving ✨hostage situation✨ and literally sucked all of the fun out of the whole thing. it was like: you walk in, they're all screaming and then you're just rushed in the room, thrown at joseph and SNAP! there's your photo BYE!

i feel like i didn't even have time to have A THOUGHT before they took the photo -- and i had 2 photos but hated my second one [ joe had his hand in his pocket and i ended up next to that arm which he didn't or couldn't move to pose better with me so, i just look like this awkward ass third wheel ... like i'm not even supposed to be in the photo ... maybe i cried about it! mind your business! ] -- and in the first photo? which i like better / have here, they didn't even catch the massive glare on my glasses for me to come back and fix [ again, i had like zero time to even think about how my head was posed so, i didn't realize! also: with my charlie cox photo? they caught the glare and called me back to take a second photo so ... ]

i also wanna say that i understand that some people don't wanna hug or do things, i don't feel entitled to celebs that way of course [ i always ask before things like that! consent always! ] but like ... i saw photos of joseph hugging people or doing cuter photos / poses -- maybe i just needed to say 'fuck it' and ask HIM instead of listening to the staff screeching at everyone, but that's just not my nature! i'm a rule-follower! lmao sgdasfdg

BUT Y'KNOW. i'm still glad i was able to do it, and there were so many other more amazing experiences and interactions that everything sort of balanced back out again. ❤️❤️❤️ charlie cox is a LITERAL ANGEL and i cannot deal with how adorable and sweet he is. jon bernthal is always a freaking delight [ utter chaos with the family taking photos with them before us like ... they had a baby that just burst into tears and it was literally ... so funny i cannot tell you. absolutely the perfect sum up to an insane day 😂 ]. we met grace van dien and gabriel luna on total whims, and they were probably some of the kindest, most lovely people i've ever met. we gave grace a couple cute beaded "friendship bracelets" that we bought from a vendor at the con [ to match ones that my friend and i had got ] so we could like all be 'besties' and she legit loved them so much and we all just high-pitch girly screamed at each other 😂💞 [ i think she even wore them the next day on sunday, too! 🥺 ].

AND LET ME TELL YOU THAT GABRIEL LUNA HAS A NEW LIFETIME FANGIRL IN ME NOW. like, i loved him on the last of us, but we literally were just like: oh he's cute, we loved the show, and his line wasn't too long at the time so we were like 'hey what the heck, let's get a photo.' he was literally leaving his table just to come into the little line and talk to EVERY PERSON to thank them for being there -- shaking hands, eye-contact, hugs, remembering people BY NAME from previous days / events / etc. i called him 'the peoples' princess' tbh and i stand by it! he looked me right in the eyes and called me 'sweetheart' and i swear to goD i swooned [ the slight southern accent really did something to me, all that combined like are yoU KIDDING ME???? ]. then when we actually went up to chat and get our photo with him like ... he loved my eddie vest i had on and was like DO YOU HAVE THE DIO PATCH, I LOVE DIO ... he then sang at me a piece of a tenacious d song that mentions dio ... told my friend that her name was the same as his first love in high school???? called me sweetheart more, called us BOTH 'cutie patooties' and just .... i was like ARE WE BEST FRIENDS NOW??? but this kind of stuff is what i go to cons for: these really amazing, special interactions that i know i'll never ever forget. i'm pretty sure i just melted into the floor -- gabriel luna is a real one for sure, and i really appreciate him taking all that time and energy to make everyone feel so special! ❤️❤️❤️

OH! then there was jodi freaking benson [ lovely! ] and sean gunn [ so cool! super nice! ] -- so, with all the madness, it was all totally worth it to meet artists who have created / been a part of so many films / shows / etc. that just mean so much to me! i appreciate them all for coming out and letting us nerds say hello! ❤️😌 NOW just to countdown until the july con where i'm gonna probably pass out after meeting andrew garfield and brie larson! lmao

[marblecarved]

it's been raining all day, my muse is thriving, i'm wrapped up in my favourite blanket and i'm ready to make this another writing evening,

[charles-eclair16]

Night after Night: Charles Leclerc

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!singer reader

Genre: Fluff🌥️ hints of sex?

About: when you release a song and the chaos it creates or the hardest launch ever

Your_username

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Your_username: Night after Night releasing tomorrow at 8pm. This song is honestly very different from all the songs I've ever written and I hope you guys would love it just as much as me ;⁠) also a surprise guest for you guys☺️

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Username06: what the fuck?! You cannot just drop this on us!?!

User: the scream I let out! I fell on my knees

Ynfan: is this about sex? Why does it give smexy times vibes

Lovergirl: what if the surprise guest is the man she's been soft launching?

↪️Ynismyreligion: as if! We know nothing about the man apart from he's got dark hair and freckles on his back

↪️Lovergirl: the man in the photo has freckles just saying!

User: bestie wake up mother is back!!

Ynismyreligion: I can't wait for the song!! It's been so long❤️❤️

Fangirl16: Ariana( charles) what are you doing here?!

Ynismymom: who is that man? And why does it look familiar?!

Mybabygirl: Why do I feel like we're going to lose our mind because of this song?!

Badgirlriri: can't wait💙

↪️Your_username: I love youuu❤️

F1obssessed: charles liked this?

↪️Yourfan: who?

↪️Fangirlcl: he's a formula 1 driver.

↪️Formula1fan: girl you're overreacting he could be a fan🤦

↪️F1fan: you're reaching

↪️Smoothoperator: the freakles do look like him

↪️F1fan: and you know this because?

↪️Fangirl16: girl I'm telling you that's Charles like I would bet my life on this

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↪️Formula1fan: what the fuck?! Pierre liked.

↪️F1fan: that man likes anything doesn't mean that's Charles

↪️ Georgerusselfan: you guys can think he can pull a baddie like her? Like be real guys

Charles_leclerc

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Charles_leclerc: Surprise? Hope you guys enjoyed the music video as much as we enjoyed filming it ;⁠) Baby I'm so proud of you♥️ and I'm so lucky to be loved by you...these months have been amazing with you by my side. I love you 😘 ps- did I make a good actor?

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F1fan: this is the hardest launch ever

Pierregasly: you sure did practice a lot

↪️Likedbygasly: lmao pierre

↪️Ynfan09: spill the tea gasly

Carlossainz55: I still can't believe the song is written about you

↪️Vettelfan: carlos💀

Landonorris: I so not needed to hear that

↪️Ynismyreligion: Lando😭😭

↪️Ynismylove: exactly there are children here

User: I like how she dropped one song and the F1 twitter was in shambles

Username05: Monday Tuesday Wednesday... Now the only thing I will remember is Charles giving yn the ride of her life

Fangirl16: the song has been stuck in my mind

LewisHamilton: Nice song Charles♥️

Smoothoperator: the whole grid is gonna make fun of Charles

Maxverstappen1: Nice to know your weekly routine mate!

↪️Fanoff1: Lmao max💀

↪️Fangirl16: just tell us that you watched the mv for Charles max

Danielriccardo: Oh didn't know you had game mate

↪️Superfan02: us too Daniel us too

↪️Randomfan02: With a face like Charles I don't think you need a game his face is game enough

Alexalbon: Nice song mate. Practiced a lot?

Georgerussel: l love how the whole grid is ganging up on Charles

Likedbygasly: I wanna know who texted the groupchat first when the video dropped

Your_username: Thank you for being in the video babe♥️ couldn't have done it without you😘😘😘

↪️Pierregasly: obviously couldn't have done it without him😂

↪️Username05: Pierre💀💀

Your_username: I loveeeee you♥️♥️

Username06: they're so cute

Charles_leclerc: nobody is complimenting my acting🙃

↪️Pierregasly: what acting?

↪️Maxverstappen1: you ate her face the whole video?? Are we supposed to compliment your kissing abilities?

↪️Landonorris: as if we haven't seen you guys sucking each other's faces off enough

[restlessmaknae]

i'll be the sun // taesan

The last person Taesan - the leader of the school band - expected to bond over music with was you, the head of the Maths club.

➳ Characters: high school senior!Taesan x high school senior!female reader/you

➳ Genre: high school au, rich kids au, slow burn, coming of age, fluff, some real-life bittersweet parts

➳ Words: 8.1k

➳ Warning: mentions of parental pressure, insecurities, reader had a fall-out with her ex best friend, crying

➳ A/N: This story had the most votes in my recent poll, so here it is! I had a lot of fun writing it because music, Taesan and slow burn stories are a good combo.

This is also a spin-off to my Leehan story, but you don't have to read that one to understand Taesan's part

➳ Dedicated to: @dat-town ❤️

VOTE HERE IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN A TAESAN POV CHAPTER!

You couldn't say that you were looking forward to senior year to start. Moreso, you were looking forward to it to end.

After all, if it was over, you would be over your exams, and if the exams were over, you would be closer to your dream university. Until then, all the assignments seemed daunting, all the extracurricular activities seemed bothersome, and all the tests seemed life-changing. The last thing you expected was to fall in love along the way, but alas, life had a funny way to change your plans.

It all started on a Tuesday. At least, for you, it did.

Since you were the head of the Maths club, you left school later on Tuesdays because that's when you had your weekly club activity. After wrapping things up, you usually stayed behind to print out some more materials for next week and to organise the ones you collected. You also cleaned out the classroom you booked since the cleaning lady usually cleaned the basement during your time slot, not after.

So it was well past 7PM when you made your way back to the homeroom to pick up your PE bag because you didn't want to drag it with you all the way to the basement. You had some books left on your desk either way.

You stepped inside the classroom mindlessly, but you stopped dead in your tracks when you caught sight of someone already there. Taesan was leaning against his seat in the last row, playing on his guitar and bobbing his head to a song with his earphones in. He turned towards the windows with half of his body, so he didn't see you coming in. You noticed that he also closed his eyes while he was playing.

You weren't afraid of Taesan's reaction as per se, but he seemed like he was in his own bubble, and you didn't want to burst it. Alas, you had to get your bag and books, so you tiptoed into the classroom, hoping that the boy wouldn’t hear you moving.

You scooped up your books and threw the sports bag over your shoulder, and not until you turned around, did you realise that you knew the song Taesan was playing. You knew it all too well, and the momentary realisation made you halt just in time for Taesan to open his eyes and take in your presence. He removed his earphones and gazed at you - a bit tentative, but mostly curious.

For a moment, you had no idea how to react. The boy was as unbothered as you were, but there was still some awkwardness lingering in the air, not because it was embarrassing to be in the classroom with someone you didn’t usually talk with, but because you two were very different students on the verge of adulthood, and it was awkward to get caught up in a situation like this.

Not to mention that it felt a bit like déjavu, the flashback from the summer class trip pulling you back to reality.

“It was ‘I Don’t Love You’, right?” You found yourself asking, holding onto the straps of your sports bag to hold onto anything, except the memory from that night during the class trip.

Something flashed in Taesan’s eyes, and you knew immediately that you were right, though there was no reason to deny it. Even though Taesan was the leader of the school band, thus he knew quite a lot about the technical parts of making music, you had never heard him make a comment on anyone’s music taste. What he thought internally was a different question.

“Do you listen to MCR?” He quirked an eyebrow, and still, there was no malice in his voice. If anything, his interest was piqued.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Cool. Me too,” he bobbed his head casually, and you were about to say that you had a feeling that he did since he was playing the band’s song when the cleaning lady marched into the classroom, and made her presence very much known with her high-pitched exclamation: 

“What are you doing here at this hour, kids? Go home!”

You heard Taesan scoff behind you, but you didn’t object. You both packed up your stuff and headed out of the classroom, the now empty corridor filled with the cacophony of your footsteps. As far as you could remember, you had never walked side by side with Taesan like this. You had very different interests, he had his own friend group and well… you didn’t, so your interactions were limited to strictly school-related things like group projects, helping out the boy with a Maths task, and being sat beside each other on a class trip.

Yet, it seemed that you now had something to talk about, and Taesan took advantage of that.

“What’s your favourite MCR song?”

You didn’t even have to think twice about the answer.

“ ‘Teenagers’. You might find it funny, but whenever I step foot into the school, this song comes to mind,” you shared with him as you craned your head to look up at him, just in time to catch an amused smile playing along his lips. You had a feeling you didn’t need to tell him why, all those teenagers at school really did scare you sometimes. “What about you?”

“My favourite one is ‘I Don’t Love You’, but since you recognised it, you must know it already,” he answered a bit shyly, scratching the back of his neck as if he was embarrassed.

It was a new sight for you since Taesan was usually straightforward and confident, someone who seemed to be totally at ease with himself. You sometimes envied the way he carried himself; so coolly as if nothing could bother him, and as if he knew exactly what he wanted to do with his life. When you looked into the mirror, all you could see was anxiety and question marks floating around your head, and even though you thought you would gain some confidence from being a straight-A student, it did just the opposite. It fuelled your insecurities even more.

You directed a half-smile at the boy, not sure what to do with his reaction, and kept walking towards the entrance on the ground floor. Taesan inquired what kind of artists you listened to other than MCR, and he seemed so excited to talk about his favourite ones that he barely realised that he was waiting with you at the wrong bus stop. You knew that he usually went home with the bus departing from the stop opposite yours because having no friends anymore meant that you were observant like that.

“Oh sorry, I have to go,” he excused himself when you pointed out that his bus was coming. “See you tomorrow!” He bid his farewell while already running towards the vehicle, his guitar case rhythmically hitting his side and his school bag sliding down his right shoulder.

You watched him leave and take a seat on the bus while panting, his hair dishevelled, his tie loose around his neck. He was so different from you who knew the whole bus timetable by heart, never ever even ran after a bus, and always kept herself in check. However, as he caught you staring and gave you a little wave of his hand, you realised that deep down, you wished to be more like him.

And what was sad about it was that you knew that the only one holding you back from being more like him was actually you.

With the third week of the new term starting came the announcement of the random draw for the annual sports’ day. KOZ International High’s sports’ day was your school’s version of ISAC, and even though you were all coming from influential families and all the students had probably enough money to attend the Olympics games in the VIP section, no one complained about the event. In fact, it was all the school magazine and school radio could talk about for almost two months, and everyone tried to put effort into practising for their own games to not lose face.

Each year, all the classes participated in four different categories - mixed 4 x 100 m relay, archery, swimming and dance -, going up against one another within each year. The only category that allowed students to sign up for was dance as only groups could participate, and they needed to be formed in time to seem somewhat professional. Each year, this was the competition everyone was looking forward to the most since usually professional dancers signed up - like Baekseung, Minwoo and Haruto who always won the dance category in your year.

For all the other categories, there was a random draw during homeroom where your teacher announced who should be participating in which category. For freshman and sophomore year, you had been selected for swimming, last year for archery, and this year, you were asked to do the mixed relay with Millie, Pierre and Taesan. Which wouldn’t have been a problem if Pierre hadn’t insisted on making a groupchat for you all and having practice sessions each week to prepare for the sports day at the end of October.

“We can practise in our own free time. I don’t understand why we should all be gathering in one place each week,” you pointed out matter-of-factly when you had your first “team meeting” on the day of the draw.

“Because it’s about team spirit, you know? You might feel more motivated to run your part if you can see others cheering you on,” Pierre pointed out with unnecessarily grand hand gestures, and you needed to hold yourself back from rolling your eyes. However, you caught Taesan watching him with an unamused stare, and the sight made you feel less edgy.

“Besides, we need to practise giving each other the baton. I’ve heard that it can make or break a team’s performance,” Millie chirped in, looking up from her phone on which she was typing up until this moment.

This was exactly the reason you had enjoyed doing archery and swimming for the past 3 years. You had been alone with no team to weigh you down or ask you for unnecessary team meetings. You had practised in your own time at your own pace, problem solved. However, the first obstacle came already when you realised that there was not a single day during the week when you could all be free after classes.

“Can’t you just change the time for your band or club activity?” Pierre asked Taesan and you because you two had your extracurriculars on the same day, the only day when Millie and Pierre would be available.

“No.”

“No way,” you said at the exact same time as Taesan did, and you exchanged a glance, knowing all too well what those Tuesday after-school hours meant to both of you.

“Well, can’t you schedule your family dinner for the weekend, Millie?” Pierre tried again, and the deadly glare she got from the British girl was more than enough to shut him up. Even though none of you had a scheduled weekly family dinner, you knew how it was with rich families: studies and family came first, anything else second.

You brought your notebook closer to your face to examine your notes, and tried to calculate which day could work for everyone. Apparently, none did, so you came up with a different idea:

“Why don’t we practise in pairs? Since you and Millie are free on Tuesday afternoons, you can practise then. Taesan and I are free on Thursday afternoons, we can do it then.”

“But then it won’t be the saaaaame,” Millie pouted as if she had been told something awful, to which Taesan said dryly:

“That’s the only option.”

That managed to convince the two of them, and after a few more minutes of painfully cringe team spirit quotes, you could go on your own way. You immediately bolted off, having had enough of this nonsense, but Taesan fell in step with you, and asked if Thursday was really okay with you.

“Yeah, it’s fine. I just don’t want to sacrifice too much time for this, so maybe 30 minutes will do?”

“I was just about to suggest that,” Taesan nodded, a lopsided smile invading his lips, and it felt so easy, so light to talk to him that it actually surprised you. For a second too long, you watched that smile bloom on his lips, and for the first time in four years, you took in the boy’s pitch-black locks that sat messily on top of his head, his equally dark almond-shaped eyes, the defined features of his that were becoming more prominent by the day the closer he got to adulthood, and there was his lanky built, too…

Taesan caught you staring, and you immediately averted your eyes to the mess of the corridor around you instead of the boy’s face because for the first time, it felt scary to feel so light beside someone.

Pierre was very much not the leader type, but he could complain and spam the group chat with gifs of idols running (and failing sometimes). You didn't know what he was doing with all those hagwon classes he claimed to have which made your 4-member practices not work out because you all had hagwon after school, but he was chronically online. You noticed that from the class group chat either way, but it was different when there were only four of you this time and one of them was Taesan, the other one you - the two students who rather focused on their own duties, not this particular group chat.

It was all what students talked about though. Haruto chirped everyone's ears off about their (supposedly jaw-dropping) choreography, Leehan couldn't stop pouting that he and the class president didn't get selected for running, so that they could be in the same team - since they had officially started dating after the summer trip -, and the usual banter between classes started about who would win. This year, Anton - the national swimming champion - didn't get selected for swimming unlike last year, so even that would be an unpredictable competition for the boys.

Honestly, you weren't one for running, but it was something that you could enjoy at times because it helped you concentrate on something other than school. Other times, running around the field wasn't enough to take your mind off the deliberating amount of school work. Especially not when your ex best-friend, Selina, showed up on the field to practise the choreography she and two other girls had come up with for the dance competition.

It was like she was a completely new person - wearing a noticeable amount of make-up instead of her usual no make-up make-up, trying out dancing that she had never dared before and hanging out with girls she had claimed to not particularly like -, and it hurt to see that. Not because you felt envious because of the 180-turn of hers, but because she had said on that one night during the summer trip that she was sick of feeling like second place beside you.

Just because you usually performed better than she did, you had never ever looked at her like a competition, like a charity case. What's more, you enjoyed studying together with her because you were around the same level. Even though your mother cared about your 2nd place at school (after the class president who was always 1st), you had never cared about Selina's 3rd or 4th place.

Clearly, she felt differently.

"Is everything okay?" Taesan's raspy yet gentle voice brought you back to reality, and you immediately turned your head towards him.

"Yeah. Everything's fine," you answered, though you could feel how uncertain the words sounded. How feeble you sounded. "I just... I think it's enough for me for today," you announced, looking down at your wristwatch that indicated that you had started running only 10 minutes ago. You were nowhere near the end of your usual 30-minute session.

"That's fine. I don't really feel like doing it anymore today," the boy shrugged nonchalantly, and you wondered if it was true, or if he was just trying to make you feel better. Either way, you felt grateful for his cool attitude, and went to the changing room without as much as looking back at Selina and the two other girls.

After you got changed and grabbed your stuff, you still found yourself walking towards the windows that were overlooking the school field. Selina did seem a bit awkward, her limbs not catching up with the rhythm, but you couldn't tell whether she actually enjoyed it or not, and that was what gawked at you. The fact that it had been mere months, and you already couldn't tell how she was feeling. Were you always this bad at recognising her feelings? Was this why you had never noticed her feeling like she was someone less worthy than you? Was she right? Had you really made everyone feel insignificant around you?

Something broke in you at the thought, and you found yourself breathless for a moment, holding onto the windowsill for support. You felt tears pricking your eyes, but you were too preoccupied with the tightness of your chest to care. You tried so hard to hold it back, to hold your feelings back ever since the term started that you believed that you could do it without breaking down.

Turns out you were wrong.

"Hey, Y/N! What's wrong?"

Even though Taesan was only a few steps away, his voice felt like it was coming from many miles away. You didn’t look up at him, you didn’t dare to because you didn’t want him to see your tears. Have you ever achieved anything by crying? No. Just more humiliation and more disapproving words from your parents.

“Gosh, this is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, hoping that Taesan would just leave. On the other hand, Taesan didn’t budge for a few seconds, but then, he gently directed you to the closest room and closed the door behind you two.

Suddenly, you were surrounded by the smell of leather and there was this unmistakable smell of a storage room coming from all the different types of sports equipment you used for PE classes. You had rarely been here before since it was usually the class-president and vice-president who had the duty to collect the equipment for class, but it was quiet, and there were no curious eyes around, just Taesan’s concerned ones.

You were waiting - no, anticipating would be a better word - for the boy to speak up, to tell you to stop crying, but he stood there, looking up from under his long eyelashes, orbs shining worriedly. He then reached into the pocket of his bag and reached out a few crumpled yet clean tissues.

His gesture just made everything hurt tenfold.

“Why aren’t you telling me that it’s indeed embarrassing, and to stop crying?” You inquired, confused, eyeing the tissues in his hands. The boy looked taken aback by your question at first, eyes furrowed, creases deeping on his forehead, before his features smoothened out, softened to a gentle degree.

“I can’t tell you how you should feel. If that’s how you feel, I don’t have the right to go against it, but personally I don’t feel embarrassed by the sight of you crying,” he confessed so genuinely, so honestly that you teared up immediately. It was like something awakened inside of you, a part of you that you had hidden so deep that now that it surfaced, it felt unfamiliar and wrong.

You reached for the tissues to dry your eyes, but the tears just kept falling, and somewhere along the way, accompanied by your pained sobs, you found yourself telling Taesan the story behind your argument with Selina. He had been there at the peak of it anyway - just trying to tell you and your ex-best friend that you could come down for the bonfire, but Selina hadn’t heard him behind her and kept on going. She had told you that you had been a terrible friend for not feeling sorry for her when she had always been a worse student than you, and that you didn’t see that you made everyone feel insignificant beside you, that’s why you had only her.

It had started so innocently, not even an argument, just talking about your senior year, but it spiralled down way too quickly, you had just stood there, listening to the girl you had called your best friend for 3 years tell you everything as if you had forced her to bottle things up. Back then, you had been too shocked to react in any way other than numbing your feelings, but now it all burst out. It was ugly, it was messy, but it was also very human, and Taesan didn’t say a derogatory word, he hummed at times to indicate that he was listening, but let you speak freely.

Which was odd, and at first, you didn’t even know what to do with it. Usually, your parents stopped you when you started complaining, and said that you shouldn’t overreact things. However, he didn’t interrupt you even when you were searching for words or blowing out your nose between sobs. He also kept giving you tissues, though he ran out of them after a while, and tucked his hands into the back pocket of his jeans to cover up his awkwardness.

By that time, you were feeling better but also worse. You were lighter than minutes ago, but you were also very, very tired. Maybe holding everything back was actually more exhausting than letting everything out in time.

“Thank you.”

You let the words hang between you two, let Taesan ruminate over it, but he just nodded as if it was nothing, and said with all the confidence in the world:

“Anytime.”

You couldn’t tell if it was intentional or accidental, but after a while, you and Taesan started walking towards the bus stop together on Tuesdays after both of you wrapped up your extracurricular activities. You talked about school to a certain extent, but more often than not, you exchanged song recommendations, sharing not just your favourite ones, but explaining which part was your favourite and why. Taesan was obviously more eloquent when it came to music, but he was always interested to hear your opinion, and didn’t put you down even if the best you could mutter sometimes was that the song made you feel something, though you couldn’t tell what.

You also had your relay practices on Thursday afternoons, and after the first two relatively quiet sessions, you developed the habit of cheering for the other when you measured your time, to see how much you improved. Pierre and Millie did the same, sharing their records with you in the groupchat, so that you could decide in which order you would be running at the event. It was going well, and even though it was exhausting to do this on top of schoolwork, at least you were with Taesan, not Pierre. Sharing silence with Taesan didn’t feel awkward, but you were sure that it would have felt horrible with Pierre.

September passed some lingering sunshine onto October, but as the weather turned colder, you chose to run in the gym hall instead of outside on the sports field. That day, Anton and Jungwon were practising archery together while you were running, but you were the first two to leave with Taesan.

You had heard that it would rain that day, so you had packed an umbrella with you, and how smart of you! You noted that it was indeed pouring inside while walking from the changing room to the entrance of the school. Your steps echoed the way the raindrops were hitting the ground on the other side of the big windows, a constant, never-ending melody. Drip drop, drip drop, step by step, step by step…

You halted only when you pushed the front door open, and found Taesan leaning onto a pillar, his hands tucked into the pockets of his pants. The tip of his Converse shoes was not fully covered by the roof he was standing under, thus, it got dotted with raindrops. He didn’t seem to notice. He did notice you though, and snapped his head back when he heard you take a few steps towards him.

“Are you waiting for someone?” You inquired casually. Not many of you commuted by public transport because most students lived in the student halls on campus. As it was an international high school, and the school attracted talent from all over the world, there were always enough rooms to accommodate every single student if they wished to make use of them. However, since you were from Seoul, and your parents liked to keep an eye on you during term time, you commuted, but it wasn’t bad, only a 25-minute bus ride.

On the other hand, you had always seen Taesan take the bus, so you wondered if it was different this time. Or maybe he was just trying to wait out the rain.

“Ah no,” he shook his head. “I just stopped to check my messages,” he held up the phone in his hand, and you nodded. He scratched the back of his neck, looking up at you with those big, affectionate eyes, and some icy part of your heart melted, drops of water accumulating around it like the puddles on the ground.

“Do you want to walk together? I have an umbrella,” you offered as you pointed at the big black umbrella in your left hand. Taesan looked at it, then back at you, and his lips curled upwards ever so slightly. From him though, that curve was equal to a grin.

So you opened your umbrella, holding it so that it would cover the boy who was taller than you, and it meant that you instinctively started leaning towards him. It didn’t go unnoticed by him, not when your shoulder bumped into his as you came to a halt at a crossroads. You exchanged a gaze, something that you broke almost immediately because you were sure that your face was flushed. You usually didn’t have a problem with closeness like this, but with him, it was different. It was somewhat more intimate.

“Your shoulder is getting wet,” he pointed out when he averted his eyes to your left shoulder, and caught sight of the raindrops sitting on your autumnal coat.

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Let me…” He mumbled as he reached for the handle, and you let him hold the umbrella over you two instead. He was taller either way, you decided, but then you saw that it was his shoulder that got rained on because he was holding it over you way more than he did it over himself.

“Gosh, you aren’t any better,” you huffed, not letting it slide. You grabbed the handle of the umbrella, but Taesan didn’t let go, so you just stood there, staring at each other in beautiful agony, your hands touching. Your heart fluttering, heat reaching your cheeks, you yanked your hand away, but stepped closer to the boy instead. “See, we can fit under it if we stand close enough to each other.”

“Is it close enough now?” He quirked an eyebrow, and there was a twitch in the corner of his mouth. You couldn’t decide whether there was a teasing edge to his words or a flirtatious one, and you weren’t sure which one would be better.

You gulped, looking away, and noticed the traffic lights turning green. Hence, you prompted the boy to start walking, so you could fall in step with him. He shook his head, and you swore there was an amused smile playing along his lips, but you were too focused on your own thumping heart to care.

You asked Taesan for a new song recommendation if he had any, and you shared one of your new favourite songs, too. It was ‘Beaches’ by beabadoobee, and for some reason, this song reminded you of the times you spent with the boy: light-hearted, reassuring, comforting. Like the first signs of spring - awakening, blooming, bringing warmth - after a long winter.

Of course, you didn’t tell him that, just that you liked the lyrics and the instrumentals used, but you were curious about his opinion. That’s what you did after all: sharing song recs, the other jotting it down in their notes app, listening to it and sharing their opinion on it either the next time you met in person or via Kakaotalk. This way, you always had something to look forward to in your days, and it was like a little safe haven from all the studying.

For the first time in forever, you didn’t even go through the timetable in your head to calculate when your bus would be coming, you only noticed it when it was already there.

“See you tomorrow,” Taesan said as he handed the umbrella back to you, and you found yourself smiling at his words. How reassuring it was to know that you would be meeting the next day as well.

“See you tomorrow,” you echoed with a lighter heart, watching while he was running to the other side of the road to hide from the rain under the bus stop’s shelter.

It was odd how your perception of Taesan could change in a matter of weeks. You felt a certain kind of fondness towards him now that you couldn't really put your hand on because you had never felt this way before, but you wanted only good things for him. You really wished he could become a musician one day because he truly deserved it. His band 'Insomnia' already uploaded covers onto Youtube, and had a fair share of views, and you liked to indulge yourself in their videos more often than you would admit. Even though all of them were very talented - Jungwon on the drums, Gyuvin on the synthesiser, Yechan and Taesan on the guitar -, your attention always gravitated towards Taesan and his voice. His voice was similar to his personality: multiple layered with many unexpected charms and softness hidden behind that edgy tone of his.

Though Taesan once inquired if you heard their songs and you admitted that you did, you thought that it wasn't that big of a deal. Most girls - and even guys - at school listened to them because they were fairly popular. Though Leehan was the most popular boy in your year, followed by Yechan with his jokester personality and ever-growing Youtube channel, the other members of the band also had their fair share of popularity. Then, there was Anton who was a national swimming champion, so naturally, everybody knew him, but he didn't really let his presence be known outside of the swimming pool, so it was a quiet kind of fame in his case.

Not that popularity really mattered in your eyes, but you found it somewhat heart fluttering that Taesan would be interested in your opinion regarding their band, and your conversations didn't stop even after the sports day when you came in second with your team. Only Pierre made a ruckus about it though, you and Taesan merely exchanged high-fives, and agreed that you were glad that it was over.

However, you didn't think that the boy would one day ask you if you wanted to hear a snippet of a song he was working on.

“Sure. If you don't mind,” you told him after a few seconds of silence while you were contemplating whether he was serious about asking for your opinion.

“It's not finished yet, I'm still trying to see what direction it should go in, but I'm curious what you think about it,” he explained as he brought his earphones out of his pocket, plugged it into his phone, tapped something on the screen and reached it out to you.

It was just you and him in the classroom as usual on Tuesdays, Taesan sitting in the seat behind yours. You turned around to face him, reluctantly grabbing his earphones and putting them into your ears. There was just something so intimate about this gesture of his: sharing his own song idea with you and sharing his own earphones with you that you needed to pacify your crazily beating heart to actually hear the song.

The snippet that you heard seemed to be the beginning of a love song, and the first thing that came to your mind was how cosy it was, and how easy it was to listen to it. It was something different from Insomnia’s usually punk-rock heavy songs, but the instrumentals were still there, just softer. Like how he had been acting around you despite his seemingly colder facade. The lyrics were about keeping ‘you’ in their memories, and promising to protect ‘you’ which sent a chill down your spine because for a moment, it felt like he was really singing to you.

Taesan kept his eyes on his phone's screen to see where the recording was at, so he immediately looked up when the song finished. He quirked an eyebrow in question while you took out the earphones.

“So…” He cleared his throat before continuing, albeit rather reluctantly. “How did you like it?”

“I liked it, I really did. It was softer than the songs you usually play, but I liked this side of you,” you remarked with a gentle smile, and something caught in his eyes which made you falter. If he was more shocked or just intrigued, you couldn't tell, but you... you were horrified. “I mean, this side of your music... uhmm... your music style.”

You were sure that you were blushing like crazy because how could that have just slipped out? Gosh, this was so embarrassing…

“But I would have made the beginning part a bit longer, so that it could stand out a bit more,” you added, hoping to save yourself from further embarrassment.

You averted your eyes to the desk instead of his face, so you couldn't tell how he reacted, but he jotted down your opinion nevertheless.

“Thanks. I was actually thinking of changing up that part, so thanks for reinforcing that idea.”

You dared to look up at him at this time, and there was this soft smile playing along his lips that made your stomach do somersaults. It was so rare to see him smile like that, and when you were the reason for it, all of your tenseness regarding your own actions melted away.

“Actually, I wanted to show you this song because…”

“Is it you two again?” Came the cleaning lady's indignant voice from the classroom door, and you both snapped your heads back to look at her. Hands on her hips, eyebrows furrowed, the elderly woman didn't seem too happy to find you two in the classroom after 7 o’ clock yet again.

You had to suffer through a few more reprimanding sentences of hers while you were packing up your stuff to leave. Once outside of the school, you asked Taesan what he was trying to say before.

“Ah nevermind,” he shrugged, looking away, and you didn't push him to tell you.

So you continued your walk to the bus stop like always, as if nothing happened, as if he hadn't just showed you a song that could make you question your own feelings towards him, and ultimately, his own feelings towards you.

On Tuesdays, it was usually you who finished sooner, and Taesan was already in the classroom by the time you made your way back there. Not this time though.

You managed to bump into the whole band when you walked out of the room you booked for the Maths club. Unbeknownst to you, you halted in front of the four boys, your eyes darting between Taesan and the rest of the guys.

“Oh hey, Y/N!” Yechan cheered excitedly, grinning widely. You reciprocated his greeting and his smile, holding the notebook and the folder you used to your chest.

“Done with the Maths club for today?” Gyuvin inquired, and you immediately confirmed that you did, but then you realised that he didn’t necessarily have to know what you were doing there. After all, if it hadn’t been for Taesan, you wouldn’t have known that Insomnia was practising on Tuesdays at this time around.

“How do you know that?”

“Oh well,” the boy boasted a childish grin, gazing at Taesan from time to time to signal his answer to you, but the head of the school band appeared nonchalant. “Somebody did tell us about it.”

“Not even just once, but multiple times,” Jungwon chimed in, sharing the boys’ teasing, and you had to sniffle a giggle at Taesan’s reaction. The boy tried so hard to seem totally unaffected by the obvious callout, but he was avoiding your eyes, chewing on his lower lip, his hands flying to the back of his neck to scratch it. Something that he did when he was ever so scarcely embarrassed.

“I see,” you hummed knowingly, amused by the guys’ little display of playfulness before Yechan smacked his head.

“Oh guys, I think we need somewhere to be! You know, the thing I told you about before practice…” He announced out of the blue, and even though a flash of surprise crossed Gyuvin’s face, he recovered quickly, and both him and Jungwon acted like they knew exactly what he was talking about. Taesan, on the other hand, seemed awfully perplexed with his furrowed eyebrows and forehead creases.

“Now let’s go, let’s not waste any time. See you at school tomorrow, Taesan! And Y/N, of course,” Yechan hollered before exiting the scene, followed by the grinning Gyuvin and a smiling Jungwon who looked like he came straight out of a toothpaste commercial.

You watched them leave with a light-hearted smile, then looked at the boy in front of you who seemed awfully nervous. It was vastly different to who he really was - the usually cool and composed Han Taesan, the leader of Insomnia, someone who had never lost his patience before. Now, he seemed like a lost kitten who couldn’t find their way around an alley, and the thought made your lips curve upwards.

“Heading to the bus stop?” You asked matter-of-factly, hoping to ease the slight awkwardness in the air.

Taesan’s shoulders visibly dropped when he caught your gaze, and he was about to open his mouth, but closed it in the end. You quirked an eyebrow, suddenly confused by his gesture, but then he spoke up:

“Actually, do you remember that song of mine I showed you last time? Do you want to hear the final version? I finished it yesterday,” he suggested casually, but there was a hint of doubt lacing his words. On the other hand, you couldn’t have been more sure of an answer, so you nodded, and followed him into the practise room they usually occupied.

Even though the room already boasted many musical instruments, the boy got his guitar out of his case with as much elegance as only a well-practised artist could. After setting it up, so that he could play comfortably, he started playing the song from last time. He did work on making the beginning of the song longer, and there were parts that he changed a bit, but overall, it had the same cosy vibe. The lyrics were also extended, him singing that he wanted to be a hero, an angel or whatever you wanted to call someone you could lean on to ‘you’, and when the words left his mouth, a pleasant shiver ran down your spine.

You were totally caught up in your feelings - as if the melody wrapped you up, and you were just spinning inside the hurricane of his, going round and round with each passing second. There was nothing else around you, just him and the song. It felt a bit like you were in your own world, something that just the two of you had, that’s why the silence that followed the last accords felt so striking.

Taesan put his guitar to the side after he finished, and you found yourself clapping instinctively. You didn’t think too much into the gesture, but the boy was fighting a smile, and eventually failed. A beautiful, grateful smile blossomed in its wake.

“Before you ask, I liked it a lot. It felt light and comforting,” you admitted before asking about the inspiration behind the song because you were genuinely curious about it. He had mentioned before that a lot of his songs were inspired by books, movies and stories he heard from others, so you wondered if it was the same this time as well.

His eyes widened a bit hearing your question, and for a moment, you thought that you asked something intimate. Then, he sucked in a deep breath before confessing:

“It was inspired by you.”

“By me?” You repeated, exasperated.

“Yeah. I started working on it after I saw you crying that day,” he started, and even though his voice didn’t waver, you could feel that he wasn’t completely confident in his answer. “I don’t think I was the best at reassuring you back then, so I wrote this song because this is what I wanted to say then. I’m just not really good with words, you see,” he let out a little, somewhat ashamed giggle by the end, averting his eyes from your face to the strand of cotton he was currently picking on his pants.

You were speechless for a few seconds, digesting his words - or rather his confession. You were convinced that he had been the best kind of reassurance he could have been at the time, and you appreciated that he had listened to you, that he had told you that you could feel however you wanted, he wasn’t embarrassed by the sight of you crying, and then there had been his crumpled tissues, too.

The reason you didn’t mind spending time with him, rather, you felt comforted by his presence was because of that night: because he had seen you at such a low point, he had heard your sob story regarding Selina, and he hadn’t turned his back on you. Not out of pity because Taesan would be the last person who would do something like that out of pity, but because he truly wanted to get to know you better.

“I… I think you did enough back then. I was the one who felt ashamed because I thought I said too much, and I didn’t want to open up to someone in case…” In case they would leave you like Selina did. In case they felt insignificant, and called you a horrible person. In case they broke your heart just enough to make you never want to lend it to another person, ever again.

Taesan hummed, playing with his fingers resting in his lap before finding your eyes, and he gave you that soft smile that you were so grateful to see on him.

“You don’t have to worry about that. As I’ve said in the song, you can lean on me,” he reassured you gently, and everything ceased to exist in that moment, even time itself. It felt like your heart - that had not been thumping before - now beat for the very first time, awakening from its deep, deep sleep.

And you welcomed this warm, fuzzy feeling inside your chest with open arms.

To be honest, you were scared of this newfound feeling at first. It was as if everything was so easy, so natural. Nothing ever felt forced with Taesan. Sometimes you had lunch together at the canteen, sometimes you didn’t. Sometimes you stopped by each other’s desk in the morning to talk, sometimes you didn’t. Sometimes he asked you to help him with a Maths problem, sometimes you talked about anything but school.

On top of that, you were scared of this feeling because of the timing as well. Senior year seemed like the worst possible time to fall in love. However, after a while, you couldn’t deny it. You tried, you really did try to push these feelings aside, and Taesan was gentle enough to not push you for an answer. Even though he hadn’t confessed as per se, you highly doubted that a song like his would be inspired by someone who was just a friend.

As time went by, Christmas break rolled around, and you didn’t see him for some time. Then, he didn’t show up at school the following week because he had come down with a cold or so you were told by Leehan. So the next time you saw him, you had every reason to be looking forward to seeing him, and it was just your luck that it was a Tuesday as well, so you were more than sure that you would leave the school together.

You were right, but as you were leaving the building, you stopped the boy, and reached a knitted wool scarf out to him, something that matched his dark winter coat. Taesan eyed it for a few seconds before you broke it down to him:

“It’s for you. I wouldn’t have to give you one if you just got yourself a scarf, especially after being sick last week,” you told him, and you realised that you were almost reprimanding him. How could you not though? He was still not wearing a scarf, and it was freezing cold now.

“It was just a cold,” he justified, but there was an amused smile in the corner of his lips. Mind you, this was not a usual behaviour from you, but last week, you had enough time to ponder about his whereabouts before asking Leehan. Because apparently, it was embarrassing to tell you through Kakaotalk that he was sick, so you had to ask his best friend.

“Still, I was worried when you didn’t show up on Monday.”

“Oh, so you were worried about me?” He raised an eyebrow, playfully leaning closer to you while grabbing the scarf. For a few seconds, you two just stared at each other, stared into each other’s eyes, and it was so easy to get lost in those deep, dark galaxies. Then, you willed yourself to tear your gaze away, and pushed the scarf into his hands once and for all, a bit more forcefully than you intended.

“This is not funny, Taesan. I just don’t want you to get sick again, okay? I couldn’t help but worry about you last week, and I’ve missed spending time with you, so if you don’t want to skip out on that, I suggest you take that scarf and dress warmly.”

“You missed spending time with me?” Taesan repeated, the playfulness slowly leaving his voice, his tone taking on a more serious and curious layer. He eyed you for a good second before asking: “Why?”

“Because I like you, why else?” You threw your hands into the air, exasperated, because you had enough of his teasing for the day, but when you realised what you had just said, your hands flew to your mouth.

You didn’t expect to tell him that so straightforwardly, let alone do this just in front of the school with the scarf you had gotten him still in his hand, but it just burst out, and there was no stopping it. Not that Taesan seemed to mind as his lips slowly curled upwards in a somewhat coy manner, and his reaction immediately made you feel relieved.

“That’s good… because I like you, too,” he confessed, and put the scarf around your neck to pull you close to him. You smiled into his embrace as his arms slowly enveloped you, and although it was winter, it felt like being embraced by the sun.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this story of mine! Let me know what you think! 😊

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Also, some fun little details and researches because they heavily inspired the story:

Title taken from Taesan's self-composed song called 'sink into the memory' which is also the song that was inspired by reader in the story (when Taesan finishes the song in the story, the lyrics' interpretation is totally made up by me)

Here is Taesan singing MCR's 'I Don't Love You'

Here is Taesan talking about his top 3 MCR songs

Header taken from this WHY Concept Film

Hope you have a lovely day/night! Take care! ❤️

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Forever home (Ferran Torres x Reader)

**Little backstory. It was a friend’s birthday this week and I wrote this for her, hence why it’s birthday themed, and now she let me post it so you can all, hopefully, enjoy it ❤️❤️**

Word count: 1376

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It was your love for animals that got you to meet Ferran in the first place, so when he was invited to visit the famous L’Oceanogràfic aquarium during a few days off he could spend in Valencia, he didn’t think twice and invited you to share the experience with him. 

“How does it feel being around your family after so long?”

“What?”, Ferran's confused face was adorable. “I see my family all the time”.

“I meant the sharks. Aren't those your family?”

“Sure. Can you tell how much we look alike?”

He placed his head near where one of the sharks was swimming. It almost felt like it was posing too since it got closer to the glass. 

“I don't know…the sharks are cuter”.

“You’ll always choose the animals over me”.

“But you're my favourite human”.

Taking his hand, you both walked around the place seeing all the animals. But sadly, you couldn't stay there longer. Or in Valencia. 

The next morning, you had to drive back to Barcelona. Lots of people were travelling for the Easter holidays so you knew it'd be a longer trip than usual. You and Ferran were chatting and updating each other on what you're next few days’ schedule looked like.

“And I have to work on Tuesday. Can you believe that?”

“Yeah, so close to the Easter holidays. A lot of people are off work already…clearly”, he answered, looking at all the cars in front of yours.

“I meant…”, you were so thrown off by his comment. “Yeah, it's weird”.

Tuesday was two days before Maundy Thursday, so sure, it was two days before the Easter holidays but…it was also your birthday. Had Ferran forgotten?

“I brought snacks for the trip. Sour Skittles, your faves”.

Ferran's big smile made you forget how hurt you were for a second. “I love them. Thank you. You're so thoughtful”.

“You know…it's what couples do. Remember important things about one another and all that”.

“Speaking of that…”.

Your head turned quickly to look at Ferran, expecting him to mention the birthday. But he just placed something in your hand.

“A chocolate bar?”

“Not just a chocolate bar. It's salted caramel flavoured. I know you've been trying all of them to see if any actually taste like salted caramel. This is from Lindt so it's a good brand. When I saw it, I picked it up for you”.

“So thoughtful of you”, you whispered. 

“I also remember what's important for you”, he winked.

Did he?

“It's good”, you told him after taking a bite. “Wanna try it?”

He nodded and you moved the bar so he could take a bite as well. “It doesn't taste like salted caramel, though”.

“No”, you sighed. “It seems impossible to get that flavour in this country”.

“We'll keep trying”.

Ferran leaned forward to kiss your cheek before driving again. Finally, the cars were moving.

The plan was the usual. You'd eat snacks and chat. Music was on so there'd be some singing going on too. But you just felt so moody seeing your boyfriend had forgotten your birthday. Even if it was a newish relationship, you expected him to remember the day you were born. He always seemed to worry so much about the little details, like the chocolate bars. But now he forgot the big details. Typical.

Life continued and you went back to work while Ferran was busy training and trying to be ready for the next match. 

“You ok?”, asked one of your coworkers.

“Yeah. Just worrying too much about silly things”.

“I'm familiar with that. But I hope you aren't worrying about getting older tomorrow”, she laughed. “Are you doing anything fun for your birthday?”

“I don't think so…”.

“Will you go back to Valencia this weekend to see your family?”

You didn't plan on doing that but maybe it was a good idea. The plan was to stay in Barcelona and go see Ferran play but maybe it was time for a change of plans. At least your parents remembered your birthday. 

Ferran didn't even mention staying with you on Monday night. His birthday hadn't even been a whole month before yours and you made sure you'd be there to wake him up and show him the gifts you got for him. You wanted to be the first person he saw when he woke up on his birthday…but also wanted him to be the first person you saw on yours.

“All my fault for creating these fantasies in my head”, you told yourself when you got into bed. “Always makes it easier to end up being disappointed”.

But you were being too hard on yourself...and on Ferran. Still, he wasn't the first person you saw when you woke up on your birthday. Or not the first animal at least.

“What is…”, the sound of breathing and purring near your face woke you up and when you opened your eyes, you saw the most beautiful little kitten staring at you. “How did you get here?”

“Oh, you're awake. Happy birthday!”, screamed Ferran, holding balloons in his hands and placing them near your bed. “I couldn't wrap your main present. Moves too much”.

He was still laughing when you sat up in bed and stared at the kitten. “He's mine?”

“She. And yes. I went back to the rescue we visited not long ago and they had already found a family for the older cat you loved so much so I looked around and…she was almost calling my name. I knew immediately she'd become your best friend”.

“I…”, you didn't even know what to say. The cat was a black kitten with white paws, like the one you had when you were a kid. But Ferran didn't know that and yet…he found her for you. It had been one of your worst days as a kid when your cat passed and you refused to have another black cat for the longest time, feeling like it’d mean you were trying to substitute your best friend. But now realised it wasn't like that. This was a new friend but you would never forget the previous ones.

“I thought you forgot my birthday”, you confessed while you tried to get the cat to sit on your lap.

“I know. It was a bit mean to do that to you but I didn't want you to find out I had adopted her and ruin the surprise. I picked her up yesterday morning and couldn’t leave her alone at home”.

“I guess I can forgive you. And thank you”.

“Anything for the birthday girl. I'm going back to the car to get all her stuff”.

“Her stuff?”

“Yeah. And you don't have to go to work today, by the way. I sent match tickets to your boss and now you can stay home”.

“Thanks! Your fame is finally useful”.

You took the little kitten in your hands and went to see what Ferran meant by stuff for the kitten. And then you saw him bringing a litter box, a cat tree, food, treats, toys, …

“Did you buy the whole pet store?”

“Ehh…”, he looked around and frowned. “I think I left a couple of toys for other kitties. But our little princess needs all of this”.

“We need to find a name for the princess first”.

“Right. Any ideas?”

“Umm”, you thought. “Has she done anything extra cute that we could use for a nickname?”

“She puked on my bed”.

“Adorable”, you chuckled.

After going back and forth over some names, and checking Google for more ideas, you both decided to name the little kitten Lulu.

Once that was sorted, it was time to play with her. She had so much energy…and Ferran bought so many toys. Lulu would get tired of all of them quickly wanting to try the other ones. 

“This will be your forever home. Are you happy?”, you asked Lulu when she was purring and laying down on your lap after too much playing. 

“I want you to be my forever home too”.

“Are you talking to me or Lulu?”, you joked, trying not to blush too much.

“Both…but mostly to you”.

“We want that too…and then we'll finally turn you into a cat person”.

[jev-urisk]

A Musing Monday 🎐

Today i'm musing about connections and how they are often synonymous with our opportunities, our ability to survive, and our thoughts- therefor changing who we are and who will become. Also coin metaphors 🪙

Last Tuesday out of the blue one of my partners was laid off, he started a new job two days later because he knows people who work at a cabinet mill. 🙏

My family made the most healing ratatouille that we ate off of all weekend because someone I know from work had too many eggplants. 🍆📈

We got our house thanks to the efforts of a friend with a real-estate license. I got the contact info for my current therapist from a girlfriend. I have a song stuck in my head from a child I work with and I pick up catchphrases from people on tv and I know how to do pushups for the 1st time in my life bc an online friend taught me how. 🔥💪

Its fun and frightening to think about- that we are obelisks of pennies created from every person that gave us their two cents 🪙🪙

If every trait, thought, inclination, or idea of yours was a coin- which of your coins are old, passed down through the generations until they were shuffled into your hands? Which are invaluable? Like my dads tendency to accept things (like my gayness and transness and polyness) as long as no one is getting hurt, which I know he got from my grandfather ❤️. Which coins are a burden you dont know how to get rid of? Like my mother's propensity to say "It could be worse, think of__ (children in Africa, Houseless folk, etc)" which has become my tendency to minimize my own experiences and neglect to give myself breaks 🫠. Which coins did you find on the sidewalk and which sit with you in your car? Which are made of metals you're allergic to? Which are tarnished and scratched but still good? Which coins of yours are most valuable to you? 🎐

There are so many times in my life where I felt like I couldn't get a leg up, and the only way I got through was stacking pennies, adding up my connections and the ghosts of connections past to try to escape the pit..

With that in mind I want to take a moment to shout out the change (🥁) that others have gifted me with recently, cuz boy buddy have I needed to stack pennies lately, but have been so blessed to have so many new coins.

Thanks @sableglass, the fire you put into the world ignited action into me. I spent a year lamenting the loss of a job until your 'fuck it we ball' attitude inspired me to get resolved about that 🤽‍♂️. I got a job offer today. You helped me get here.

Thanks @the-golden-comet , you were one of the first writblr blogs I came across. You shaped my idea of tumblr to be something positive and uplifting during a very hard time for me 🫂. Your stories are so free and wild (🐳💦) and wonderful that they changed my outlook on being a writer and that what im 'allowed' to put in a story is anything but a limiting factor. You taught me that the course of a day can be changed with a simple frog gif and that you dont necessarily need to know someone to know how much they care. 🐸💕

Thanks to @tragedycoded for DMLS and @words-after-midnight for Libaw. Yall write the mentalscape of various conditions so well that im taking better care of myself 🧠🌿. I'm more proud of the work I've put into myself. And i'm becoming proud of the person I could have become but didn't.

Thank you to @lychhiker-writes for being my first homie on tumblr and for letting me vent my various frustrations into your dms 😏😅, and for being a brave and honest alpha reader for 7C.

Thank you @wyked-ao3 and @cowboybrunch and @gioiaalbanoart for being such great cheerleaders for my writing 😭💕 seeing yall connect and feel your feelings in my comments gives me so much hope and happiness and I honesty dont thank yall enough. I finally finished ch8 (no, really, check the doc 👀) and your encouragement helped me really embrace Seeker, who I used to think was too boring, and get that chapter finished 🏁.

There are so many others and I'm sorry for not naming them all 🙏 but if I have read your work, thank you. If I follow you or you follow me, thank you. If we have ever bonked together in a discord chat like two wayward beyblades 💞- *Thank You*

Today, I feel like I'm finally out of the pit, and it's thanks to the random 2 cents and spare change yall have gifted me. Your influence is priceless. 🥰💰

(Still no taglist for Monday posts yet, hmu if you'd like to be on it!)

[thefallennightmare]

So I've been dealing with a ton of family shit lately and long story short, I've gained custody of my niece. I really need to escape to a happy ending 😞

Could you do a headcannon Tuesday about Noah either starting to date Noah and she explains the situation or he is there from the beginning and helps her through the courts and reassures her that he isn't going to leave because of this.

My niece is 8 but you can choose the age ❤️

@missduffsblog @hayleylatour @sleepyomens @loeytuan98 @artificialbreezy @marvelousmal @bngurngheart @lma1986 @dsireland86 @wild-child-7747 @calleyx13 @illmakeyousaywow @jaded-and-hollow-souls @exitwoundsx @shayzillaaaa @badomensls @princesspeach-00 @blueskylinesx @shadowseve @collective-heartbreak @klutzy-kay24 @sorrowsofsilence @sweetlittlekitsune @shilohrosechicken @itsafullmoon @toospooktocute @niicoleleigh @thatchickwiththecamera @hoe-for-daddywise @whenthesummerdies @cookiesupplier @concreteemo @thisbicc @sammyjoeee @pathion @flowery-mess @tashka @Karenfranco @its-inourblood @amelia-acero @xxkittenkissesxx @cncohshit @xserena-13 @collidewiththesavannah @meekahy

I hope life is treating you and your niece well! 🖤

"Are you sure?" You asked while biting your lip. "It's a lot to take on. Especially for a new relationship."

Noah shrugged with a smile, both of you lounging on his couch. "Angel, I told you I'm with you through it all. I'm not going to leave you or your niece when this is the most crucial time. You need as much help as you can get and I'm not trying to replace her father in any way. But I'll be there for her as well."

You rested your head against his shoulder, breathing in that all too familiar scent of your boyfriend.

You started dating six months ago and more recently you found out you were going to get custody of your eight-year-old niece. While you expected Noah to dip out, it honestly surprised you he stayed. He'd always got a lot with your family and your niece always looked up to him.

Especially when he taught her how to play the guitar.

"You're too good for us," you murmured into his bicep.

Noah pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head. "If anything, angel, you're too good for me. I sometimes think I don't deserve this happy life you've been able to give me."

You gazed up at him. "You know you do, Noah. You deserve it and then some."

He cupped your cheek, those almond eyes glistening. "I know. It's because you've shown me what I deserve and what I'm worth. Which is why I'm not leaving you during this difficult time. You're stuck with me."

Giggling, you kissed his nose. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

[fountainpenguin]

"I was climbing, now I'm falling- I've been pushed off by a man who has made it to the top and now defends it 'cuz he can…" (x)

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New Dog's Life chapter today! ~ 3rd Life series fan-season

Chapter 38 - “Tuesday: Tango's Long Night”

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Start from Chapter 1

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

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Tango layers more anti-viruses in Scott's player file. This goes against everything he knows about corrupted code... Should he keep going? ... Or, without consent, do what he knows will actually save this man?

Meanwhile, Pearl balances Rhetoric, Scott, and Grian visiting her unit at the same time. Yeah, this is gonna go well.

# 1 of 7 of our monthly intermission chapters

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Tango

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Location: His studio, West Bailey Wall, Bottom Floor

🖤  🖤  🖤

Tango does not often regret choosing a path of codework. He loves modding. He loves adding pretty details; he loves giving people what they want and polishing the rough edges off blocky faces and backs and butts. His species is classed as avian, though he last respawned under a waxing crescent and lacks the wings and feathers to show for it. He's got tiny talons, blaze rods, and hair that shifts into flames, and that's it. Coding the fluff-tipped tail he wears now was a challenge that captivated his brain since the start. How do add twitchy muscles to lower back? Apply tail to butt, haha. Meld it in. Let the mind control it. Do it beautifully so it's elegant and won't drop frames.

His tail isn't dexterous, but he wears it like a trophy- Adding a mammal tail to a species that’s meant to have feathers there, and not only making it twitch and curl instead of hang, but look natural, is one of the most difficult things you can ever do with aesthetic mods. He's thinking of forcing out the wings he would have under a stronger moon, but never really got around to it. The conversion time takes a kabillion years. You gotta be careful with wings anyway- they release a lot of body heat. Between's a lot cooler than the Nether, so you might fall over and croak. You ever seen strider wings? Yeah, guess how much heat they put out, even if they are tough and resilient around lava. Anyway.

Let's just say it's a good thing his office doesn't have a window. He works with a lot of film in here, so darkness is peak necessity. He's got two copper bulb lights up tonight. The glow's hazy, but at least it keeps his attention on his work, eyes all goggled up and tongue pinned beneath his teeth. Working with player files isn't like working with redstone wiring, with all its tangled tubes of dust and tiny caps that easily get lost and spill all over the stupid floor. Nah.

Code work uses the coding table, and it's a whole lot less messy. You don't need to be super accurate. It's a lot easier to tap a delete key and remove a string of words than it is to rip out a chunk of wires and get all huffy when your machine stops working. They should sell more partly assembled redstone machines in the market- more than, like, comparators. Except all the serious redstoners still won't buy 'em in case corners were cut in the process and because they have to take 'em apart anyway to modify 'em, so there you go. Fiddling and tweaking can really suck you in. It's kind of like making banners you're printing on your soul.

Tango does not often regret choosing a path of codework. But it's a good thing he doesn't have a window. He glances up only on occasion, staring at the chipped, gunpowder-streaked blocks that separate him from the rest of the world.

I should be with the pack right now.

Hey. Little recap for you: Most people aren't going to bed tonight. The hub flower got skadoodley-yoinked. Without its roots hooked in, everyone's comm is black; they're all off the system. There's no way on a server right now. There's no way out of one either. The phantoms are under contract; they can't just log people out right now. Hope they got fed, then.

Eh, they'll be fine. They've got souls in storage. Tango keeps working, checking details on his screen and typing on the table keyboard. What time is it? The sun's officially gone-zo at 14k. That was a while ago.

Do you remember our biology fritter-fratter from before Dog's Life began? 'course not- That was a long time ago. Well, no worries! we'll cover it again. See, the Nether doesn't have a day-night cycle. The heat waves shift. Sometimes the dimension cools. There's never a schedule to it, but when the heat's down, it's down (whether it's been hours, days, or weeks since the last lull). Nether creatures group together for sleepy times. If Tango played on some of those raw servers where traits are turned up to max, he wouldn't even survive the Overworld- Not without a lot of prep from his friends on the other side. Thank goodness for vanilla servers that even out the playing field.

Blaze don't really hang out alone in Between. When they do, they have to keep their internal fires up, and that can really drain the metabolism. The pack is warm. The pack is safety. And Tango's fingers tremble as he blinks his lashes, pushing through the dimension's fading warmth. Nightfall is here. Capture the Flag will be winding down. It's time to go to sleep.

He does his work. He chose this path. Scott's crystal floats on the crying obsidian block beside him, casting a white glow over his workspace. The goggles tune it out a bit. Tango yawns wide (like one of those lions in the emerald savanna biome), then realizes what he did and shakes his head back and forth. "Brrrr! Whatchu doing?" He smacks himself in the cheek. Hard. "Come on, man- He needs you."

He keeps typing. Scott's code is layered in anti-virus protections. Lots of stuff to dig through. Tango's got a book on the edge of his desk, open to a page about data conflicts, and he's still checking and closing loops. Scott didn't want to amputate. He didn't want a graft. "More anti-virus protections," he said, and he was serious.

"Are you sure? That- That probably won't work. If you wait too long, there's no chance a graft will take. That kinda sets you up for like, either being an allay with a prosthetic or just a vex."

"No grafts, please. Just tell me where to sign."

"Okay, buddy… but that's against medical advice. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"He prob'ly would've listened to Etho," he mutters, typing more. "I swear, everybody thinks I just do visuals: slap a little colored fire on this guy, slap some wings on her… Hey, just because I work in the aesthetics department, it doesn't make my license any less legit. I've been doing this almost as long as he has." Who scrubbed in to save Impy? Who helped him and Skizz with the soul-sharing? Who once patched BigB up when he got shot in the neck? That was a Tango original. Just me. Why is he even doing this? All evidence in book and mind is screaming that this isn't going to work.

Fingertips stall. Blank stare. Soft breathing.

Scott would've listened to my medical advice if I was Etho. Should he have tried harder? Should he have done more? He got the signature, Scott confirming exactly what he wanted. He really shouldn't go against that. It'd be medical malpractice at this point.

… Even though the anti-viruses aren't going to stop him from becoming a vex.

Which he's trying to avoid by using stupid anti-viruses.

[Full chapter on AO3 - Link at top]

[torialefay]

I love the response because I would enjoy Chris seeing my content so I can see if my work is accurate.

The long-ass paragraph is not long enough compared to paragraphs I see of Chris on Instagram that are like this.

This is talent in itself to think of this much context and have the stamina to write this in all in one sitting.

Borderline abuse myself haha oh babydoll you're so sweet, I love how caring you are.

Is 2-3 times abusive because that's average for me haha- me and my handy vibrator can wack it out in 15 minutes and then I'm out like a light.

It's 10pm at night here but I hope you have a good day for you baby ❤️❤️👋

with us sitting over here calling him a manipulative man whore, i think he'd fight us tooth and nail on how "inaccurate" it is 😭😭😭 HOWEVER, your astro posts are so much better & more useful than mine, so i'm sure he would be able to confirm those for you 😂

i haven't been on instagram in a longggggg time (like over a couple of yrs probably), but all i'm saying is that my algorithm did NOT look like that so idk what you're doing over there maam

i am but a measly young lady. i would cry if i tried to knut 3x in a row actually. maybe that wouldn't be the worst thing but i'm not over here having the biggest O of my life on a random tuesday like SOME *cough cough* people 🙄

[deadgirlwalking91]

I have three reasons why Tuesdays are my favorite day of the week and your fanfic is one of them. *generates excited countdown vibes*

Like seriously, I read just the EXCERPT and my shit day actually got kind of better so THANK YOU FOR CREATING THIS.

I know tomorrow I will be screaming crying throwing up (In a good way).

So, like, you're a gift to the universe. And so is your fanfic.

Also you're the whole reason Guitarspear is part of my arsenal of Lute ships now so congrats...

First of all - I am so sorry you’re having a crappy day. I hope that whatever is causing the shittiness goes away soon for you ❤️ I hope you have some ability in your day to take a little time to do something nice for yourself.

Second - thank you for your kind words! Honestly it blows my mind that people are enjoying the content I’m putting out there. It’s been MANY years since I’ve written and my favourite part of it all is being able to interact with other Hazbin Hotel fans who also ship these two awful angels. I literally just took an idea I had and ran with it and am so glad I did!

Third - new chapter is only a matter of hours away as it’s already Tuesday in my part of the world! Just gotta take care of some life admin first and it’ll be up.

And lastly, let me know if you want any good Guitarspear fic recs to help feed your newfound love for the ship.

Feel free to drop me an inbox or ask anytime, Anon. always happy to have a chat! Thanks for making my day ❤️❤️❤️

[trulybetty]

Hi Betty!

For this round of daily askgasms I’m asking the Inside the Actors Studio questionnaire! Imagine me doing my best James Lipton impression…

* What is your favorite word?

* What is your least favorite word?

* What turns you on?

* What turns you off?

* What is your favorite curse word?

* What sound or noise do you love?

* What sound or noise do you hate?

* What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?

* What profession would you not like to do?

* If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?

Looking forward to your answers!

Ooo, thank you Kat, let me get my glasses on for this!

What is your favorite word? Cwtch. It's Welsh and there's no direct translation, but loosely means hug ❤️

What is your least favorite word? I'm a bit of a hypocrite because I tend to bust this out here and there, but it's 'see you next Tuesday' 😉 lol

What turns you on? Someone who makes me laugh, is genuine and kind. As cliche as it sounds, looks really do come and go, if you're not with someone who can make you smile and let you be yourself around them, then it's pretty dull.

What turns you off? Rude people - instant dislike, there's no need for it unprovoked. Also, people who don't hold doors open and it let it close on you when you're right there - I hope they get a perpetual rock in their shoe.

What is your favorite curse word? Knob is high on the rotation right now, kinda fits all kinds of situations. Other than that you can't beat the classic fuck.

What sound or noise do you love? Rain on the window in the early evening when you're curled up inside with a blanket and a good book.

What sound or noise do you hate? I'm that person who can't stand the sound of people eating - it's like nails on a chalkboard to me and I want to rip my hair out. Especially when they bite the fork too.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Law. I think I'd make a good lawyer, I'm usually very good at spinning situations, to the point Mr. Truly has said I missed my calling for politics lol. Plus it all fascinates me, I'd like to have some kind of career in that realm.

What profession would you not like to do? Anything that is food services - because I know I would be terrible. I have a really poor short-term memory, if it's not in front of me, I can easily forget about it. So if I got an order fired at me I'd probably be asking you to repeat it several times before I got it.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? "We're just as surprised as you are, but someone pulled some strings and you've got the all-inclusive suite with the waterfront walk-up... yeah, we've no clue either, but here's your complimentary gin and tonic." 😋

I really enjoyed this Kat! Thank you for dropping into my inbox - I'm going to have to come up with some questions of my own to continue spreading the joy! 💕

[stillcominback]

⚡️ got my lightning mcqueen crocs today and now i'll just be ka-chowing all over the shop ⚡️

[thecameronchronicles]

April 17th Upcoming Fictions

Monday April 17th-Girlfriends (SC)

Tuesday April 18th- Sprinkler (JM)

Wednesday April 19th- For The Price of Freedom (RC)

Thursday April 20th-The Princess, The Pogue, and The Kook Prince (JMxTRxRC)

Friday April 21st- Crybaby (RC)

Saturday April 22nd- Roommates (JM)

Sunday April 23rd- Just The Three of Us (KCxTRxSC)

Hey everyone!

I hope you're all having a beautiful day.

So after some massive consideration, I've decided to leave Tumblr permanently. I've tried to fight to stay, but the drive simply isn't there like it was when I first started. I'm devastated because I feel like I've made so many good connections and will miss everyone SO much! I wish you all the very best!

Remember to fight for what you passionately, fight your fears and follow your heart. Be kind to others and treat them as you wish to be treated.

For anyone who wants to connect outside of this, here is my email:

angelicproductionsofficial@yahoo.com , feel free to write me anytime!

As of May 1st, I will no longer be active on my account, but I will keep it up in the hopes those who love The Outer Banks can continue to enjoy the works ❤️

Thank you for every comment, like, silent read, reblog, criticism, and ounce of support. You've all made this writer's heart incredibly full.

Xo, ~C

[emberfrostlovesloki]

Specer Reid + Poetry

All photo credits at the end

Content warnings for the poem below: Suicidal ideation and mention of a burn in childhood. (You can read the poem below the banner)

"14 Lines for Love Letters or Suicide Notes" by Doc Luben

1. Don't freak out.

2. We both know this have been coming for a long time.

3. I've been staying awake at night wondering if i should tell you.

4. I bought the kind of crackers you can eat. They are in the hall cupboard.

5. Now that we have watched all the episodes of True Blood, I do not know what else to do next.

6. I always imagined this would happen without warning, like suddenly on an ocean cliff side but this is the kind of thing where waiting for the time to be right would just mean waiting forever.

7. I've just been too afraid for too long.

8. I came home on Tuesday and found all of the chairs that I own stacked in a tower in the center of my kitchen. I don't know how long they had been like that but it can only be me that did it. It's the kind of thing a ghost might do to prove to the living that he is still there. I am haunting my own apartment.

9. My grandmother was still alive when I was 5 years old and she asked me to check and see if the iron was hot enough yet so I pressed my hand against it and it was red and screaming for hours. 25 years later, she would still sometimes apologize in the middle of conversations, "I feel so bad about making you touch the iron" she'd say, as though it had just happened. I cannot imagine how we forgive ourselves for all the things we didn't say until it was too late. But how else do you tell if something is hot but to touch it?

10. I keep imagining my furniture in your apartment.

11. I wonder how many likes this will get on Facebook.

12. My dad always used to tell the same joke but I can't remember the punchline.

13. I was 8 years old and it took 3 weeks (3 8 yr old weeks, imagine) to gather everything that I would need to be Batman. Rope, boomerang, a Mardi Gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn't find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after, I tried to find that spot again. The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots. It seemed impossible that I had missed one. But I never found it. How can something be there, and then not be there? How do we forgive ourselves for all the things we did not become?

14. I never had the courage to buy bright green sheets. I wanted them, but thought they were too brash, even with no one but me to see them. I bought a set yesterday and put them on the bed. I knew that you would like them.

I feel like Spencer must have felt so many of these things in his life. I know these are all kind of sad, but I think they fit with a character who has been othered almost his whole life. I hope Spencer where ever he is now is happy. I hope all are happy. We deserve to be happy. If you ever feel like some of these things hit a little too close, please reach out for help. You are valued and loved. My messages are always open. I love you and I hope you're having a good week so far! Love Levi - ❤️

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[vintagelacerosette]

Tag game Tuesday ✨️

(Done on a Wednesday) Made by the always effervescent Macy @celestialmickey & I was tagged by these moonbeams 🌕 Ling @lingy910y Evie @energievie Jay @surviving-maybe Kaka @stocious Coalie @shinygalaxyperson Molly @deathclassic Howl @howlinchickhowl thank youu ❤️

Name: Myn/Shermyn (pronounced as main 🩷)

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/they

Tell me about one of your hobbies: Love hate relationship with drawing bc I can be a perfectionist & bodies & faces are hard 🥲 Also I drew mostly anime girls when i was younger, so drawing my mlm ships had been a challenge for me 😅

What languages do you speak? English & itty bit of tagalog (sidenote it's pronounced as tah-gaah-log not taga-log😊)

One of your comfort movies:

Mama mia I would sing along with that movie all the time 😆

Do you have any kids? do you want any? Honestly it's a maybe. Idk ir just has to be the right condition like financial stability & maybe the right partner

Cold weather or hot weather? Hot bc I like to swim

You're at an amusement park. what ride are you going on first? The ones with the story/lore with it that gets you all immersed

What's your go-to hairstyle/how do you wear your hair most days?

Alternates between down & flowy & half ponytail

Who was your top artist in your spotify wrapped/apple music replay in 2022? Fall Out Boy some of their songs gave me some gallavich band aus

You’ve just been handed $1000 but you have to spend it on clothes. where are you shopping? Selkie puffy princess dresses galore ✨️

Wireless or corded headphones?

Wireless while out & about! But I got these cute light up pink cat ear headphones that give me a wire option too 🩷

Finally, tell me something that sparks joy:

Getting my pride gallacrafts/Molly's dtiys finished! I had an idea in my head how I wanted it to go, but it wasn't coming together at first. I took a break, and then the deadline was coming, so I had to hussle. I was still working on it morning of Molly's deadline, while on the way to work 🤣 It's a piece of art that I'm very proud of & I know it's not perfect by it sparkles a lot of joy & I hope it does for y'all too! That's what I've always wanted my art to do 🥰🌈

I'm tagging these cutiepies if they wanna play 💕 @scarcrosseduntouched @ian-galagher @heymrspatel @gallawitchxx @whatwouldmickeydo @squidyyy23 @mikhailoisbaby @creepkinginc @suzy-queued @gardenerian @xninetiestrendx @lalazeewrites @sisitrip @sleepyfacetoughguy @psychicskulldamage @depressedstressedlemonzest @darthvaders-wife @7x10mickey @gallavichgeek @chicanomick @good-then-dont @michellemisfit @deedala @beebabycastiel @mmmichyyy @crossmydna @milkmaidovich @mikcrymilkovich @shameless-notashamed @sickness-health-all-that-shit @arrowflier

[whatisamildopinion]

Me @ Chap 18 bc my GD, you fucking incredible talented writer knocked it out the damn park but like…….. k a l i n a????? I can’t wait until they find out (hopefully while still on The Goldenrod) that Kalvaxus ate Pok and that they’re the ones who killed him. But dude…..the feels in this killed me. I’m going to be rereading this so many times. I was checking ao3 every 10 mins for 2 hrs straight in preparation for this and I know I’ll be doing the same thing next weekend.

Well thank you and your beta so very much for this chapter and the fic!! May you be an academic weapon and find free sources for all your readings ❤️

it's Tuesday so I feel cool answering this now because I think most people have probably read it, but HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. but still, if you haven't read chapter 18 yet, I'll keep talking below the cut

this chapter was in many ways the peak of an arc that's been building for a long time with Riz and Pok, so I got to play around in that deeply complicated emotional sandbox, and then I came in swinging with the Kalina bat just to top it all off. it felt like kicking a hornet's nest but in a fun and delightfully evil sort of way.

it was so fun to post this one because I thought most people wouldn't see the Kalina thing coming exactly, but I did leave some foreshadowing for it, and in the comments most people seemed to pick up on the foreshadowing with the "distress signal", even if they couldn't exactly pinpoint why that was weird at first! so shout-out to everyone who left a comment like "I went back to try to figure out what the distress signal was and I couldn't, that was so sneaky." you're doing a great job. 10/10. so delightful to have achieved exactly what I wanted with that. and everyone seems to have had fun with this chapter, so this is a giant win overall!

anyway, thank you thank you thank you as always my lovely! I appreciate your good vibes and am in fact doing my best to be an academic weapon! I hope you are enjoying school and having a good time! 💜