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Hello uuuh what yandere riddle rose heart react if he met Mc like...mc is the princess of redrose thorn in another kingdom and she is the house warden president in another school....she is powerful...and mc doesn't have too strict rules but mcs student respect her and there are only 5 rules...1 don't be late 2 always do your cleaning day 3 no running in the halls 4 always respect and kind each other 5 never let the house warden president mad.......cause mc gets really scary than riddle and mc sometimes a little crazy and punished of who will messing with her classmates dorm or who will getting violent...
~Rose Princess! Mc~
Yan!Riddle x Rose Princess! Mc
Warning: yandere, implied kidnapping, maybe some misspellings,
I made it so this mc isn't perfect! i hope that's okay
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Riddle ran things his way. its either you follow all of his rules or "off with your head!" Even after the overblot, he's became or lenient but overall he's still a stickler for rules.
When Riddle met you, he didn't really mind it too much. you were just mixed with those other trouble makers in school. as long as you didn't get in to trouble, he'll stay out of your way.
That changed when he keep seeing you in Heartslabyul. its one thing is he were to find you with ace, deuce, grim, and the prefect. but its another when he sees you messing with his roses!!!
"Hey!!"
You jumped and wiped your head around to see a red faced Riddle.
"Who gave you authorization to touch the roses?!"
When he got closer, he realized you were tending to the roses! You were cutting off the dead branches that other students will either ignore or not noticed. Those branches are often by the roots of the brush, which makes it an unpleasant job to do. It showed on your hands and arms too. Cuts from the roses thorns...
"Oh my! I am very sorry, Head housewarden."
You stood up and bowed your head. which he wasn't prepared for a formal greeting. With the crowd you spend your time with... who could blame him...
"i noticed that some of the branches were rotting, so I've taken it upon myself to tend to them before they spread. i told Vice warden Trey ahead of time which he'd told me... he'll tell you..."
Riddle blinked. He looked at your work, the roots have been cleared of its old rotten branches and it looked overall more healthier. He turned to look at a basket you had, it was filled with a mixture of tools and roots. Riddle shifted his glaze at you. You're uniform was messy, with rips and dirt everywhere...
"Im sorry House Warden! i should have came to you directly for this request! Im sorry!"
You bowed your head again.
Riddle looked at everything one more time and turned to you.
"How do you know how to tend to the roses..? Not a lot of people know or even think about working with roses because of their thorns.."
You lifted your head, swiping your uniform to get rid of any lose dirt.
"Im..."
You bit your tongue for a moment then let out a breathe to continue.
"Im a Princess Redrose Thorn..."
Riddle had to do a double take on you.
"A princess..??"
There was an awkward moment of silence. You were about to continue when Riddle stopped you.
"finish with what you are doing here and after you are done, clean up and meet me in my room, please."
Riddle turned on his heel and started to walk away, after finishing with-.
"I'd like to discuss this when you are more presentable."
Then he was off..
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Before your "meet up," he got himself your records. You were a princess in a land that are known for their different variations of roses. Nothing like Queendom of Roses, his homeland.
He found your last school, and how you had a very important role in that school. That was, before you were accepted in Night Raven College...
While he was lost in thought, looking at your files, he hears a knock.
"Come it!"
Riddle watched your head peep out behind the door. He tried to keep a neutral face but kinda failed...
"Ahem-! Please take a seat! I've.. made tea."
Watching Riddle stammer a bit was cute. you gave him a smile and walked inside, closing the door on the way. Riddle took the chance to pull out your seat, "out of respect".
There was an awkward moment of quiet but you didn't mind it. You took the opportunity too look at the house warden's room. Its as you expected it. Everything is neat and tidy. Everything is where it should be, very orderly. You see lots of books!! On his book shelf, on his desk, side table, they weren't messy but neatly stacked which you appreciate.
"Ahem!"
You jumped and turned to Riddle. You didn't mean to get lost in thought but you did.
"About the roses..."
"I really am sorry for messing with them without your permission, head-"
"Riddle. And its alright, i haven't seen anyone pay that much attention to their responsibility in the dorm. Normally they cut corners and not thing of the overall dorm structure."
He took a sip of his tea and glared to the imaginary freshman Heartslaybul students to the side.
"heh.. I just know how to tend to them."
"You said that you are a princess? why would a princess actively gets her hands dirty?"
"Oh!"
You laughed as you looked at your tea cup, running your fingers against the details of the saucer.
"where ive from, id like to rule hands on."
You straighten yourself and looked at Riddle. He swore you were glowing.
"The place i protect is my home too. As a princess, i have big responsibilities but i cant forget the little things either. That's why i like to be hands on."
Riddle felt a stammer coming, so he took a sip to stop it.
"Your homeland... its also practices the Queen of Hearts rule, correct?"
"well... yes and no?"
Riddle felt a twitch, how could you follow someone like the queen of hearts without following all her rules to a T? You're basically making a mockery of her... what a joke..
"My kingdom believes in what she stand for. Strength and Beauty! like a Rose with their thorns. Roses are used of many things, but they are not push overs. That's what we believe."
You took a sip but continued.
"Before i was accepted into Night Raven College, I was a part of another school, Rose Royal Academy. You could think of it as if Heartslabyul was a whole school. You could say i was the "housewarden" so i understand how things should run."
Riddle looked at you surprised. Honestly he was only listening partly to what you were saying, he was distracted by the way your lips moved... But he was quick grounded after hearing you were borderline a housewarden??
"Wait! how could you run a whole school without following all the rules of the queen of hearts?? It would have been mayhem! The students need structure, if not theyre just wild beast!!"
You looked at him surprised and kinda insulted by the idea of your classmates before were "such beast.' You coughed but answered his question.
"it wasnt like we didnt have rules, we just had 5."
You took a sip of tea as Riddle coughed.
"5?!?!"
"Yes. 5."
You placed your cup down and held up 5 fingers to name the rules.
"1, don't be late. Everyone should be punctual with time unless there's an emergency. 2, always do your cleaning day. Everyone has a task to clean a part of the school, classroom, dorms, gym, cafeteria, even the rose gardens. This place is our home and it will not be tolerated living in a mess! 3, no running in the halls. You could hurt someone or even hurt yourself. Running is only allowed for gym or emergency. 4, always respect and be kind to each other. We should all aim to help each other. And if you don't like someone, agree to disagree or compromise. 5, never let the house warden president mad. If you break one of the rules with a valid reason, your punishment will be light. If i smell deceive, your punishment will be swift and one to remember."
You both sat there for a minute of silences.
"w-well, thats how i ran things. we still had unbirthday parties, tea parties, etc. but overall those were the rules."
Riddle sat there staring, kinda like watching a wheel turning. he was about to respond to you before a knock was heard from the door.
"come in!"
Trey walked in with Cater following behind.
"we're hear with the repor- oh! sorry are we interrupting?"
"oooo~ what's happening here~? this seems very romantic."
Riddle's face turned red.
"what?!? its just a-"
"Riddle invited to talk about my years before NRC. I should be heading out anyway. I have to get some books in the library."
Riddle jumped up from his seat.
"if you need a book, i might have one here..?"
Trey and Cater stood to the side watching there Housewarden fumble at you.
"heh.. its alright. i asked the librarian to hold that book for me a few days ago. Thank you though. And thank you for the tea. Good bye."
You bowed your head as you walked out. Trey and Cater quickly turned to their friend, noticing how red he is..
"awww.. sorry for interrupting your little date house warden~"
"Hem-! Cater, i expect the roses in the hallways to be all clean and have fresh water before curfew.."
"a...ah... okay."
Trey holds in a laugh.
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The next coming days, Riddle watches you help the other Heartslaybul students, in there tasks or school work. The students started to call you their Rose mom. Sweet and gentle but will show thorns if underestimated.
He has watched you tell a student to go finished their assignment for a class their falling behind and let you finished their cleaning task.
He also watched you help Ace, Deuce, Prefect, and Grim with an assignment with Crewel.
He watched you help Trey in the kitchen and watched you help Cater set the table for an unbirthday party.
With everything you do that made his heart flutter, you do something that made him wish that you would help him, mainly stay by his side.
A dark part of him wanted to keep you to himself and personally train you to stay by his side. That sweet attitude of yours should be his and his alone.
He'll make you his prefect rose. if he shaped you just right, his mother might accept you as a daughter-in-law. With you by his side, he could do anything.
So just wait a little longer, he'll get everything ready for you~
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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls- Season 2, Episode 16, "There's The Rub", aka A Sheer Masterpiece of GilmoreDom, AKA The Gilmore Geller Mariano Trio, And Everything is Right With The World Until Forrester Shows Up, Part 4
I realized I’ve been spelling Dean's last name wrong all this time (it's only one R, not two) but I'm going to keep misspelling it on purpose because it's what he fucking deserves, frankly. You can find parts 1-3 and all other episodes I've recapped in my pinned post. Leggo.
All of the purest and most heartwarming episodes & scenes are the ones that take place outside of Shit's Hollow. Emily and Lorelai at the spa. The Bangles Concert. The time the Dragonfly Inn crew+ Rory and Emily went to a drag show. That time Lane and Rory went to Madelyn & Louise's party and Lane danced with Henry. Various scenes that take place at the mall. Rory's trip to New York City to see Jess (MY FAVORITE EPISODE). The time Jess, his uncle and his stepfather took him to see some naked mud wrestling (ah, family bonding).
It does not get any better than this, people. Let us all bask in this warm, peaceful glow, the smell of french fries, the sound of gentle literary debate, the absence of Dean, Lorelai and all of the other loudmouths of Shit's Hollow, who are safely (if temporarily) contained in secondary locations. *breathes in* Ahhhhhh.
Person: Hey ThoughtsWhileWatching, what day of the week is it? Me: Idk but I will never forget the weird way Milo held this can of salt
The fact that a friendship between Paris and Jess wasn't allowed to develop past this episode, in large part due to Dean Ruins Everything Forrester, was another one of AmyShermanPalladino's high crimes she needs to answer to. (and let's not even start on how a nice little friendship based on a shared interest in music could have formed with Lane but AmyShermanPalladino decided to make Lane salty at Jess for no reason until literally the last episode before he splits from Rory. I remember a scene in a later episode where Lane tries to run away to New York to meet up with her band but when she gets there she finds she's lost and in over her head I wanted her to get in contact with Jess so badly so she could have stayed with him or he could have helped her out. Speaking of salty.
He's so frigging cute, my heart hurts. Ow. The phone rings in the Gilly Girl household and this is one of the many times I wish I was still a GG virgin and didn't already know it was Dean the Serial Killer on the other end.
Someone who is already violating her boundaries by inviting himself over, knowing full well she wanted to spend the night alone, is totally going to double-super-duper respect-her-boundaries if she says no to this additional boundary violation. Asking her permission, that's rich. And Dean the Abuser totally won't triple violate her boundaries when he finds out her circumstances changed and she ended up spending her time with someone other than him. This is going to go just swell.
Oh god, she's still wearing the Quarter on a String and it's even uglier than I could have imagined! You can finally see it well in the harsh light of the Gilmore Kitchen. I still need an extreme closeup. D: I know you want to be alone but I just want to stop by for a minute and say hello. Actually, what I meant to say was, fuck you Rory, even though you told me repeatedly you wanted to be alone I'm coming over anyway because I'm an abusive piece of shit. R: But you just said hi.
R: But I look like a mess. I'm not pretty. You wouldn't recognize me. D: Fuck you I'm coming over.
Dean Forrester is a straight up horror movie villain or at the very least the villain in a bad Lifetime movie/cautionary tale about an abusive boyfriend. Gilmore Girls really is a 7 year long Lifetime movie. (for the youngn's, Lifetime Network was a tv network primarily targeting women, something akin to the current Hallmark channel, and although they had their share of wholesome movies like HC they also produced dozens of low budget movies about men who stalked and abused women) TWWGG's Memory: "Hey TWWGG, remember in 2020 when 4 years had passed since you had watched Gilmore Girls for the 1st time, and you wanted to watch it again during the pandemic, and halfway through the 1st season you said to your best friend, "boy howdy I'm glad Dean finally leaves after Jess and Rory start dating" and she said "I hate to tell you this but Dean is around untl the middle of season 5, and also Jess leaves at the end of season 3" and all the color drained from your face and your whole world crumbled to pieces?" TWGGG's Memory Replying to Her Memory: Yes. I remember.
This "Dean not taking no for an answer" is terribly frightening and disturbing. My skin just prickled. When you take into account the fear and sheer desperation in Rory's voice it gets even worse. I feel like I should be putting trigger warnings on these scenes or something?
But what? But why? FUCK YOU DEAN FORRESTER!!
Thats true, you're not ruining her night. You're ruining her life and you're ruining everything you touch. The sidewalk you're walking on doesn't even want your smelly shoes walking on it. You are Dean the Ruiner. You make this show unwatchable. I hate you. Look how proud of himself this motherfucker looks. "I just violated Rory's boundaries. I violated them so hard. I'm gonna barge into her house without her consent and yell at her in front of her friends. She’s gonna love me so much. I'm such a good Dean. Yeah." Dean's holding a bag of something that we're supposed to believe is a pint of ice cream. But this is Dean so it's probably a human head on ice and not ice cream. "Ice cream" is just serial killer lingo for "human remains."
#gilmore girls#jess mariano#paris geller#anti dean forester#lorelai gilmore#emily gilmore#gilmore girls season 2#theres the rub#denise rewatches gilmore girls#experimenting with shorter posts#not cutting down on the content but just dividing them into more numerous parts#you may be reading Theres the Rub Part 12 at this rate#milo ventimiglia#if you are a sidewalk that was stepped on by Dean Forrester#you may be entitled to financial compensation
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Chapter 1: Our Way
Din Djarin (Mando) x Mandalorian!reader (no use of y/n)
Summary: Cobb Vanth swore he had never seen a real Mandalorian before. He swore. But, just as his beskar covered friend was about to leave, he made a confession and gave him the only link to your whereabouts in the Tatooine desert. Not knowing if you are dead or alive, but realizing you are one of his only chances of finding more about his quest, Mando sets out to find you.
Word count: 1,706 (next chapters should be much longer)
Warnings: 18+ (smut in later chapters) Swearing, violent descriptions, Mando being hot (like always), and probably misspelled words here and there, loose interpretation of the Mandalorian creed.
A/N: You seriously have no idea how long I've been thinking about this story, but I've been too chicken to write it cause there's so many good fics out here and I just-- oh, nevermind. Go read.
Read Chapter II here!
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The child coos in his sleep, and his soft snores prove he's in too deep. I close the lid of his crib to keep him safe, and to keep him undisturbed. It will make the ride back to Mos Eisley much easier.
Cobb Vanth is watching me from the distance, arms folded across his now beskar-less chest. I had loaded the armor onto the speed bike as well as a hunk of Krayt dragon. It should last a long while, unless Peli is feeling greedy.
I load the last piece onto the bike, expecting to be off the moment I got the child set in his small place, but Vanth is quick to approach, probably aware of my intentions to get going and wanting to say goodbye one last time.
"You recall how I said, I had never seen a real Mandalorian, right?" He spoke lowly, looking around, making sure a Tusken didn't hear him. "I-... I lied."
At first, I didn't pay much attention, figuring he was about to congratulate the kill one last time, but my head snapped in his direction the moment he said something more about my kind.
"What?"
I let go of everything and take a bold step forward. I felt as if I had nearly wasted my time with him. I wasted my time being in Mos Peligo.
Vanth raises his hands in defense, scared as soon as my usually calm tone changed. "Look, look," he said, his voice higher. "I haven't seen her in... years... I-- don't even know where she is anymore. She just stopped by for some supplies, then sauntered into the desert."
She?
That struck me for a moment, but my expression couldn't be shown under the helmet.
"In which direction? Did she have a ship? How do I know she's still here?" I interrogated him, resting my hands on my belt.
"I don't know, but she told me she was headin' to the Dune Sea, I tried to tell her--"
"Which one?" I interrupted him.
"... Western," he answered.
I gave him a stout nod. Checked my things one last time (silently) and got on my bike. Without another last goodbye, I went west and hoped to find something, or someone who could lead me on a trail. This is for the child, I reminded myself. This is for my quest.
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Night had turned the desert near frozen compared to how it felt when both suns were in the sky. The child was restless, having opened the lid himself and enjoyed the wind a little bit until the sand irritated his ears too much for his liking. I stopped the bike for the night, stuck in the Jundland Wastes.
I start a fire with what I have loaded and cook a slice of Krayt dragon to fill the child's black hole stomach. He should like it, considering he's eaten whole frogs before, mercilessly.
I let him out of his crib and allow him to eat next to me, while simultaneously drawing in the sand with a grubby, green finger. I watch what he does and make sure he doesn't choke on a too big bite of meat. He seems more interested in the dirt than he does his meal. I try to clean his hand only once, but he whines, then immediately goes back to his digging. The slice of meat fell to the ground, so he could use both of his hands.
Sighing, I let him do as he please. My eyes close beneath my helmet for a moment. I hope to catch at least a wink of sleep tonight.
Suddenly, the womp rat's hands are on me, and he's clawing his way into my lap, resting there with a new toy to play with. I go to gently take it from his hands, and it's a good thing I did, no matter how much he whined about it.
It's sharp and digs into the cloth of my gloves. It's pointed and jagged, black and shiny. An arrowhead. A large one too.
I look back down where he had been digging and I see where he had pulled it out of the ground. It had been lightly buried in the sand. It obviously hadn't been there for long.
But who uses arrows anymore, let alone one this large? This looked like it belonged to a spear at some point. Who was out here? Who would be using spears if the average person used a gun nowadays?
I took another look at it before tucking it away where the child couldn't get a hold of it. "That's not a plaything." I reach into my bag and pull out the small ball from the lever. Once I hand it to him, he's instantly back to cooing and grinning up at me. I smile beneath my helmet, even though I know that's about all I can do.
I settle back in, listening to the fire rage on and crackle, making new, orange stars in the sky that would crackle and die out in mere instants.
I have doubts that I would find this girl out here. Mandalorians know how to hide and stay hidden most of the time. It wouldn't be easy, and bloodhound doesn't work on waves of sand dunes like this. The footprints are washed away, and all you get is blinks of scattered red everywhere, without a trace.
I can't sleep. I refuse to. I have no idea how long that arrow head had been buried there, and there are certain types of groups out here that would only resort to using such primitive weaponry. I hoped it was used for hunting, and not the human kind.
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Me and the child have grazed desert sands for days. I told that myself that we would only be out here for one, but certain clues left sticking out in the desert sand have told me to keep going.
We're down to our last bit of Krayt dragon and I promised to save some for Peli, but the black hole is never filled. I've resorted to hunting bantha. They seemed the most docile and tame creatures, but I've never met a wild one. I should have been more prepared.
The bike was parked not too far behind me, the child asleep with his crib closed. The bantha grazed on dried desert fruit, groaning. One quick cut to the back of its neck should have stabilized it. It should have. I approached it from its front, a knife holstered in my belt and I reached for it as I reached out to touch the fur. It looked up, and at the sight of me, became hostile. I didn't shout, not yet. I tried to keep calm, but this... thing. It wouldn't sit still. It charged at me, knocking me backwards and into the bike. The speedbike rocked back and crashed into a rock, like the end of a domino trail, and it split in two. The crib floated a small distance away, but I heard soft cries of the child who had been knocked around from the hit.
I stagger and struggle to get up. The bantha was rocking around on its haunches, preparing to charge again, but this time focused on the crib that was still steadily moving along the dunes.
I lunge in its way, and get hit head on in the chest, knocking all the wind out of me, but I get it to turn by gripping onto the horns and touching my feet to the ground, sending it sliding onto its side. It's quicker to get up than me. I'm on my knees by the time its charging again. I don't even notice it. I feel my blood pounding. Dank farrick. I thought this was the end.
The collision knocks me nearly unconscious. It runs me down and crushes me like I'm nothing. I lay there, helpless, and barely breathing. I manage to turn my head to watch it saunter off towards the crib, possibly curious or maybe still angry. I had to get up. I needed to.
I wince, standing back on my knees and trying to reach the child. I needed to stop it, but the moment I tried to stand I feel like I'm knocked to the ground again. I felt weak and helpless, but I still tried. I tried, but the heat caused delirium to spiral. I plant face first into the sand, hands gripping the sand and still trying to crawl to the kid. But I can't. I'm too weak.
Everything goes dark for so long. A hot brush of air wakes me up, and a sharp whizz makes my ears buzz. A loud groan followed it and huffing. Two sets of quick, animal-like thudding and the coo of the child. I lift my head up just enough to see the large Bantha running back at me, more angry than last time. Something long and sharp was sticking out of its side, and it had pierced the thick skin. Blood was dripping off of its dirty fur with every large step it took. I try to get up again, just to find I'm still weak. There's another sharp buzz right over my head. I watch as something long lodges itself into the forehead of the bantha.
The thudding stops and it starts to lean forward all too much. I try to curl up to protect myself-- it looked as cowardly as I felt. The final thing I heard was the sand pushing along itself and it finally settled after many moments. Then there was a groan of the body settling. The creature's hot breath spilled across my helmet and down the back of my neck. The smell was absolutely awful. I took one last look up at it. It was dead. A long, hand crafted, thick stick was lodged in the center of its forehead. The only thing that could matter to me, as I looked at it, is that it was dead.
My conscience decided to stop beating around the bush, just as the child cooed once more, and I plunged into dark.
When I came to, I could hear the child coo to me again. There was another voice in the background, echoing along stiff walls and sounding so deep in my ear. I jolted awake, afraid something had happened to the kid, but I found myself stuck. My wrists were bound together with a thick cloth, and my boots as well. Across from me were all the weapons I had been carrying on me, piled high on a dusty ground or leaned against a wall made of solid stone.
"What the fuck--," I mutter and start to struggle.
"Watch your language."
Another modulated voice made me stop. I look up, seeing the glint of armor before me. I look up, and see what I have been searching for, for days. A Mandalorian.
Her (I assume) armor was not the traditional silver. It was a milk-white color, but still glinted in the reflection of a crackling fire. The sun had drained all of its original color, and made the beskar turn to a ghostly husk of what it used to be, yet still sturdy. Cradled in her arm was the child. He seemed very happy, chewing on a piece of jerked meat, and babbling endlessly while she held him so calmly. In her other hand, she held a primitive weapon. A long spear, and at its end was an arrowhead that seemed to be made like the same one I had found in the dunes.
"The desert is no place for a child his age," she murmured to me, sighing and setting the child down next to me. "He could have died... you should have died." I could feel her glare through her helmet.
"I don't take advice from strangers," I muttered, still struggling against my restraints, while the child hoisted himself onto my thigh.
"Then it is best you don't lodge with strangers, either." Her tone was cold, and she went to the other side of her cave, where a fire was raging on. "I'll see to that you are gone when morning comes."
As upset as I may be about our abrupt meeting, I mustn't waste the opportunity. "Wait," I gasp, while she feeds the fire. "I've been searching for more of our kind. I was ordered to take the child back to his kind, and I was told that more of us would be able to help me on my journey."
She said nothing in return. She only continued to feed sticks into the fire, and she sat back against a wall to watch it.
"I am in search of the Jedi," I said. I see her foot twitch at the mention of that word. "Do you know of them?"
"Is he a Jedi warrior?" she said lowly, looking up. Neither of us can see into the other's eyes, but somehow we both felt as if we were making direct eye contact.
"I don't know," I whispered back. "But I believe he may be. So, do you know of them?"
There were long shared moments of silence, which is not uncommon for people of our kind. We pride ourselves on our silence. I watched as she stood up and came back over to me and the kid. The child lifted his arms up high again, wanting to be lifted into her arms, and she obeyed his commands.
"Perhaps I do know of them..." she uttered into the calming silence of the cave.
#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#din dijarin fanfiction#din djarin#the mandalorion spoilers#the mandalorian x reader#pedro pascal#pedro pascal x you#pedro pascal x reader
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Hello. Just curious about your bias list. Do you have one. Love you storie and pls continue
Thank you for your ask.
I guess I do have a bias list, but it's complicated.
While BTS was the first group I biased, stuck by Monsta X was the very first K-Pop song I ever heard... Then I found Got7's variety shows and I fell down a rabbit hole.
Here is my bias list as clear and concise as I can make it:
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BTS:
Jin: My Husband; he is pretty much everything that I've ever wanted in a husband and a best friend. He is a beautiful human being... More so inside than out, believe it or not.
Yoongi: My Daddy. I don't even know where to begin with him. He is so gifted when it comes to human language... Not just Korean and not just English... It's like he FEELS it and can convey it back to us no matter what regional language it comes from. His personality seems to be mine, truly to a T. I desperately want the World to turn this man loose because he is capable of so much greatness on so many levels.
Namjoon: My Weekend Lover...This man... I truly don't even know where to begin. First and foremost, he feeds my craving for intelligence. He is so incredibly smart but he twists it and uses it in a musical way. As much as I hate to say it, had he been born American, he would have won Nobel Peace prizes by now... Not just for his lyrics, but for his general and PERFECT understanding of The Human Condition. I'm not really one to believe in reincarnation, but this is not this man's first time here. He will accomplish so much good in this world if humanity just lets him.
Hobi: My Sunshine and Motivational Lover. We already know according to previous interviews that Hobi really isn't the sunshine that he's made out to be. I really don't know how he does it, but he has never failed to put a smile on my face and a promise of a good day in my heart. Bless this man.
Jimin: My ULTIMATE bias, my reason for breathing, my everything. Where do I even begin? The very first K-pop video that I ever saw was Blood Sweat and Tears. My niece showed it to me after playing Stuck by Monsta X... my very first K-pop song and "We On", my very first BTS song. I was curious from there, so she showed me BTS performance of Blood Sweat and Tears Live. I won't lie, my first impression of Jimin was that he HAD to be an alien because he was too perfect!! From there I watched every performance and every fancam... And I realized that he owned my ass!! I, then, watched videos that showed his personality and realized I was correct. He is my ultimate bias and he always will be.
Taehyung: My kyfjtjd... No that is not a misspelling, Tae is the only human being to ever make me "keyboard smash" in real life language. He literally makes me short circuit. He is so UNGODLY PHENOMENALLY BEAUTIFUL... His voice is so unique...I have no words.
Jungkook: My very first bias wrecker and the very first K-pop singer to make me cry with his voice; specifically his cover of Paper Hearts. At first I truly didn't understand what a bias wrecker was until I got curious one night and searched up everything Jungkook on YouTube. This boy..... He has a voice that I can only classify as "breathless" because when he sings, no matter WHAT he sings, he leaves you absolutely breathless.
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GOT 7:
JB: My bias and how could he not be? He has the voice of an Angel, but the stare of a demon. Also the personality that he puts forth, fits with mine. Everything about him draws me to him and my gut tells me, "yes this is my human".
Mark: The only word that I can use to describe Mark is "impressive". From what I understand he is a Taiwanese man, born and raised in Los Angeles... America... But he still travelled to Korea to not only learn a new language, but to learn how to become an idol in a totally new environment. He's also extremely athletically inclined and probably one of my favorite rappers ever because of his vocal tone and pitch.
Jinyoung: I already know that I'm wrong and I'm going to catch hell for this, but the way that he is with the fans... Flicking their love away and laughing at them... It's not catchy, it's not cute, and it's not interesting. I find it mean and offensive. To me, I don't find him genuine or appreciative of Ahgase love. I do not like Jinyoung and I'm sorry.
Jackson: This demon. 9 times out of 10, I can look at this man and respect and appreciate all that he does. He's sweet, intelligent, multitalented.... He's going to rule the world one day and that's a world that I will be proud to be a part of. However, the man is a panty dropper, let's be real. The way he sings, raps, dances, and his visuals? Yeah, he's a demon.
Youngjae: My first bias wrecker in GOT7. The voice of an ACTUAL Angel sent to Earth. This man...*whew* he seems so open, loving, genuine. He was born to be a singer and his voice was meant to carry to the heavens. I can't put into words why I love Youngjae so much, I just do.
Yugyeom: This lil shit... His performance in the music video for Never Ever is what locked it for me. I started paying attention to him and realize just how talented he is. This man needs to be a professional choreographer for EVERYONE; Kpop or not. I can't say that I'm a big fan of his voice, I'm sorry, but the man can literally create brand new angles as he dances. He's like geometry meets human.
BamBam: This evil little monkey... His personality is amazing. I love his sense of humor. I also love his dedication and his heart. This man started out from the womb, determined to take over the world and he will do exactly that. Whether it be in music, fashion, design, filmmaking, or what, Kunpimook Bhuwakul is a FORCE to be reckoned with. However, like Jackson, he makes eye contact with the camera and it feels like his stare is boring into my soul and next thing you know, I'm on my KNEES.
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Monsta X:
Shownu: This teddy bear... The literal definition of a "roll with the punches" type of guy. A natural protector and the first to volunteer. Let's not forget that he has the voice of any worldwide powerhouse. He will go so far in this life.
Wonho: Right off the bat, I'm going to tell you that this is going to hurt. While Wonho was not my immediate bias (Jooheon...thanks to his variety show episode with Jackson Wang where they went and had dinner in a restaurant and I thought that was Jooheon was The Living End even before I knew who Monsta X was)... Wonho WAS the first one to catch my attention. Because of him, I watched all of the variety shows with Monsta X and really got to see Lee Hoseok's personality... This man... I don't even know where to begin with him!! He is so beautiful, talented, sweet, creative... I literally cannot find a fault with this man. Lee Hoseok seems to be everything that everyone aspires to be, but is too lazy or self-centered to actually follow through with. This man would give his very soul to not only help people, but to give them any kind of happiness. This man has NEVER once put himself before others and would literally sacrifice his own life and DIE to help others. For what he is already done, most people consider him an angel, but apparently his home country considers him less than dirt beneath their feet. I will never understand that and I will always fight against it. Lee Hoseok aka Wonho is the only human being alive that threatens Jimin for the role of my ultimate bias... Anyone that knows Wonho won't question this.
Minhyuk: Thank you, Lawd, for letting this man bless us with his talents even though he was so obviously meant to be a teacher or a father. I'm not sure that I've ever seen another human being that was so obviously put on this Earth to help others until now. Regardless of what he decides to do, this world is a better place because Lee Minhyuk is in it.
Kihyun: I guess he would be considered my bias wrecker... Because his voice is one of the few sounds on this Earth that can make me stop dead in my tracks. I used to have a list of vocal geniuses that I ranked. At that time, Chen from Exo and Jungkook from BTS were the ultimate and no one could beat them... Then I heard the audio version and then saw the video/concert version of Lost in a Dream. No person or song has ever literally brought me to my knees the way Kihyun did with his solo at the end of this song. Yes Jimin from BTS might be my ultimate bias, but Kihyun and that voice of his would be the only thing to make me question that decision.
Hyungwon: This pretty little stick-figure... He's such an intense but welcome surprise. Everyone knows that he's absolutely beautiful and that he has experience as a model. We also know him to be the warm-and-fuzzy baritone voice of Monsta X... But what I think a lot of people don't know, including myself up until recently, is how insanely talented he is as a dancer. He looks like a paper doll that would crumble when you tell him to execute a dance move... When in all reality he's the one behind the scenes creating the dance moves like they were a part of his very being. This man is such an insanely talented dancer and I wish more people knew.
Jooheon: Honey... I don't even know where to begin with this man. Not only is he absolutely drop-dead, heart-stopping, gorgeous, but his heart... He cares about things and loves people so much... probably the LEAST selfish person that I've ever seen in my time alive on this planet. He is so multi-talented... Multilingual, a fierce and important rapper, a beautiful local legend. We do not deserve him.
Changkyun: not only is he absolutely adorable, but he is a linguistic genius. Not only does language itself seem to come natural to him, but he seems to be able to bend it to his will. If this man hadn't been a rapper, he would have been born to be a writer or a speaker... I promise you.
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