#i just saw this THIS IS SO CUTE AAAAAAAAAHHHH

[skitskatdacat63]

your favourite pieces of classical music! 🎶

Aaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!! So tough to say 😭 I shall name a few! Only one per composer so I don't show favoritism (in no particular order, I swear!)

1812 Overture - Tchaikovsky(Favorite of all time!!!!! The most triumphant piece ever, makes me think of the Napoleonic Wars. I love this one random comment I saw about it, how it's literally about Napoleon being defeated, yet it's turned into his theme song.)

Symphony No. 7 - Shostakovich(I've been listening to this obsessively today, its so damn good. I love music that can make you feel genuine tension and excitement, like bodily passion. It's so cute cause in this one recording, the conductor is very expressive, and at one point, he's literally hopping up and down conducting. And that seems silly, but that truly is the power of the music, it's so relatable)

Rite of Spring - Stravinksy(CRAAAAAZYYY!! One of those pieces where you should read the original plot that goes along with it because it's so crazy. It makes me sad crazy pieces like this got downgraded from being a ballet to being just a symphonic work, bcs it was a little too insane. Actually understanding what the music means makes it even better.)

The Planets - Holst(piece of all time 🥹 the first work I got to hear from a professional orchestra. Every film composer who has made sci-fi space movies literally owes their life to Holst. It just....feels so much like space.)

Miraculous Mandarin - Bartók(Another piece where you're missing out if you don't read the plot. Hopefully I will get to see this in concert next month!!! Very crazy piece, great trombone use)

Gayaneh - Khachaturian(My favorite ballet ever!!! A great piece to turn on while doing work, I know it very well by now. I don't know how to describe it, it's very comforting to me. I also listened to it over and over again while reading a Chinese book, which I can't help but picture as Armenian in my head now 😭😭)

Four Seasons - Vivaldi(classic!!!! I feel very romantic about the circumstances under which I saw it performed. But I love how pastoral it is but then Vivaldi puts in the most insane violin solos every once in a while)

Lacrimosa - Mozart(I still really value hearing Requiem in person. My heart sped up and I started feeling adrenaline kicking in right before this part. Yep, I am insane)

Rhapsody in Blue - Gershwin(Another classic!!! It feels so American. I love when classical transports you to a very specific place, like you literally feel like you're in NYC listening to this)

Whoops sorry I went a bit overboard 😭 I'm feeling very emotionally about classical rn, it makes me feel insane. Though I can't stop thinking about something this girl I'm like, passive aggressive acquaintances with said the other day. We were talking in my one class about how mainstream media these days is all the same, since around WWII or so. But then she's like, "Well wasn't all music before then basically the exact same too anyways?"

Me:

So. Yeah. Must express my passion and desire so I won't feel aggravated about that comment 😭 when people say they don't like classical or can't appreciate it, I want to tie them down in a chair and forcefeed it to them

[via-rant]

THE OWL HOUSE RANT!! SPOILERS FOR FTF!!!

Okay so these are things I really want to happen in the last episode!! Obviously Eda and Camilla meeting!! Just imagine Camilla thanking her for taking care of her daughter!!Honestly I just want her to meet one of the other adults!! Speaking of the other adults, where's Alador?!?! Where's Gus' dad?!?! WHERE'S WILLOWS PAPA?!?! WHERE'S OWLBERT?!?!

Another thing is something we're obviously gonna get but I wanted to talk about some of my theories about that mysterious person Luz saw in The In Between (courtesy of Morgan Terry). Okay so Not So Average Fangirl said that it looked like King a little bit and maybe it's him from the future? Waving to Luz and trying to warn her about something? But the theory that I came up with is that it might be Terrok. Yes, I know "But he tried to kill King." Yeah but he was under the influence that Titans are evil. And Bill confirmed that he's been lying about that. Sort of. I mean, with what we heard in For The Future the fact that The Collectors wiped out all of the Titans besides King because Titans could use their magic to lock them up like they did this Kid Collector isn't really a lie. The only thing he lied about was them gaining great power. Also they weren't worshiping just the Kid Collector, they were worshipping literally every other Collector in the universe!! Anyway, but I was thinking maybe Terrok didn't like the fact that Bill "lied" and turned against him so he tried to find a way to comunicate with Luz and found out about The In Between and that's how he got there. Also, Titans don't have wings. Terrok does. Just saying.

Obviously more of STRINGBEAN!! EXCUSE ME WHILE I FANGIRL OVER HOW CUTE SHE IS!! AAAAAAAAAHHHH I LOVE HER SO MUCH *SOBS* *SCREAMS* *THROWS UP*

Anyway, the fact that Kid Collector (This is what I'm calling them now because he doesn't have an actual name.) and King are supposed to be mortal enemies but became friends is just... It's great. Well it was until BELOS!!! FUCKING!!! AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

ALSO SOMEONE MENTIONED, I FORGET WHO, THAT RAINE MIGHT DIE?!?! BECAUSE THE ONLY REASON HUNTER SURVIVED THE POSSESSION WAS BECAUSE OF FLAPJACK?!?! SO LIKE... I'M SCARED?!?!

THE ADULTS!! BEATING!! BELOS'!! SEAWEED ASS!! PLEASE FOR GODS SAKE!!

WILLOW PUNCHING BOSCHA!! JUST ONE GOOD PUNCH IN THE FACE WOULD BE SO FUCKING SATISFYING!!

REUNIONS!!!! I LOVE REUNIONS!!! I CRIED WHEN ANNE GOT BACK HOME AND HER PARENTS HUGGED HER, I CRIED WHEN ANNE AND MARCY SAW EACH OTHER FOR THE FIRST TIME IN FOREVER IT WAS SO SWEET AND CRIED AGAIN WHEN LUZ GOT HOME TO HER MOM AND THEY HUGGED AND WHEN LILITH AND HOOTY SAW EACH OTHER AGAIN!! I LOVE REUNIONS SO MUCH!! LUZ, KING, AND EDA NEED ONE, AND WILLOW AND HER DADS NEED ONE, AND GUS AND HIS DAD, AND THE BLIGHT SIBLINGS WITH THEIR DAD!! GOD!!

I!! WANT!! KING!! TO!! CRY!! HE IS EIGHT!! AND LITERALLY HAS THE WHOLE WORLD ON HIS SHOULDERS!! LIKE WHEN EVERYTHING IS OVER I JUST WANT HIM TO BREAK DOWN AND HAVE HIS FAMILY COMFORTING HIM, OH GOD YOU POOR THING!!

We already kind of got this but Caleb and Belos!! I want Caleb to tell Belos off before he dies!! OR LIKE A CALEB AND HUNTER INTERACTION!!

[rubywithin]

World of Whim 2

We ran out of the platform into the town square....I felt a lot of tension from the people around us! -Breathes heavily- I feel like too much has happened in the span of a few hours, (Ruby) “Kazuya thank you...but what happened? I thought you were going back to school and how did you save me with no hesitation back there?”. (Kazuya) “I was worried, I noticed that guy watching us and then get on the same train as you! I know its silly but my gut feeling told me something was up”. I smiled and offered to buy him food some time, but why did the guy ask me about being a fan of his song? (Kazuya) “Deep in thought huh, it would be nice to get some more attention....AAAAAAAAAH”. (Ruby) “KAZUYA!” He started holding his head....wait a second attention is what he said before it happened. Suddenly he calmed down, “Hey Kazuya did you just have some vision of a girl?” He looked shocked and then nodded, like me he said the scene was blurry in his memory after.

The two of us went our separate ways....I was a bit scared of getting a train again in case I bump into that Mystel guy! What was even weirder is how that sword appeared out of no where....now I have time to think about what happened, I’m starting to realize how crazy it was. Not one person was phased by it other than me and Kazuya, (???) “GOOOOOOOO LIIIIIVE”. Huh....why is this guy suddenly here, (???) “Hmm could of sworn that girl would be the perfect ally”. (Ruby) “Are you talking about me?” suddenly he gave me a disappointed look, (???) “Why didn’t you respond to me?....or transform or do something helpful geez”. (Ruby) “I’m sorry my day has been quite crazy....the fact I’m accepting a floating guy says it all. Like what the hell, why am I expected to deal with a stupid headache, that guy trying to attack me and now this dumb sarky guy who is trying to act cute with cat ears.

Is it too much to ask I have a PEACEFUL LIFE.......AAAAAAAAAHHHH” suddenly I felt all my frustrations burst out. (???) “Now that’s what I needed GOOOOOO LIIIIIIIVE” what is this....soo many scenes playing in my head. But why is my hair a different colour, and why am I always alone....staring at others having conversations...wishing I could do the same. Is this me?, -flash- (Woman) “What is it you desire?” (Ruby) “I want to have friends I can always talk to and for each day to be peaceful!”. Suddenly all the scenes stopped playing in my head...huh is this a boomerang? “What did you just do?” (???) “My name is Nyao and I gave you back your memories of your true self!”. I wanted to argue with this guy but those scenes felt genuine like I was there and that Woman sounded like the one from those hazy scenes during my headaches. Wait a second! (Ruby) “Desire” I did not feel any kind of pain this time, was my mind being messed with before?

I walked the rest of the way home listening to this guy, (Nyao) “This world is known as Whim. When it is entered a person takes on a form or lives the life that makes them feel happy”. I guess it makes sense based off the past version of myself I saw, (Ruby) “Is it okay for you to just float next to me?” he nodded....I waited for an explanation! (Nyao) “Geez fine, you can see me because you now have seen the real world which I am from. Everyone else still thinks Whim is their true reality...which I’am not meant to exist in!”. (Ruby) “Oh I’m sorry” (Nyao) “It’s cool kid, but if you want to help me out how about letting me stay with you?”. Suddenly he was excited, (Ruby) “Fine but don’t get me into trouble I need to relax a bit after today”. He agreed to my terms so I let him stay with me, we decided tomorrow is when we will make a proper plan of action!

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

New ask game! Tag three creator's names and tell them what you love most about their work and why you followed them then put this message in someone's inbox to pass the message.

Oh goodness only tag three??! Oh no!! Thank you though ooh!! My brain is still on a frazzled dizzy Merry-go-round from finishing and posting that pizza piece god that was so tiring- so many pro heroes in one piece....anyways sorry get ready for a paragraph each because I love you all!

@ohpleaseiwillendyou okay, so first of all, Camila I love you 🥰 your angst and writing is absolutely superb and never fails to put me in a better mood and give me motivation whenever I read it!!

I initially followed you because I saw you comment on one of my first posts that you also shipped edgejeanist and then I saw you writing about edgeshot and honestly I saw that one single headcanon post and decided that I’d follow you and that your content is amazing, and I was not disappointed at all, all of your posts fill me with pure happiness! Love you so so much my fellow angst loving edgejeanist and edgeshot appreciator ahaha ❤️

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@frelmidja oh goodness me I am absolutely physically in love with your art- all of your amazing details and beautiful everything is just fantastic and aaaaaaaa!!!! I don’t have words, I just love you and your art so much ahaha...

I started following you when I first got into the bnha fandom I think, because I was just thinking about how I really liked ectoplasm and power loader as characters and started thinking about shipping them....and then I saw your art and I was completely hooked into it as a ship! Then I saw all of the rest of your amazing art and wow I just was so happy seeing it all your art just brings me great joy whenever I see it and I cannot stress how much I smile whenever I see that you posted/reblogged something and seeing it come up on my dash! Ahhh I love you and your art and your amazing content!!! 🥰

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@palettepainter aaaaaaaaahhhh your fantastic art and your gorgeous and brilliantly thought out characters!!!!! It’s all amazing and beautiful and oh my goodness I love it so so much! You are fantastic and every time I see your art it makes me smile so so much!

I started following you because I saw that you shipped and drew ectoloader and I was drawn in and ever since then my dash just gets better and better every single time I see your posts. Your art is just so cute and I love love seeing these great characters in your style!!! Every single time I see one of your amazing ocs and your art and beautifully thought out backstories and family characters it just makes me so happy and aahhhh I’m so bad with words but I love you and your amazing art!!!!! ❤️

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Aaaahhhhh sorry I got carried away but gosh I love you all so so much!!!! Thank you anon for giving me this opportunity to ramble about how much I love my beautiful mutuals!! (If, perhaps, I got this in my inbox again, then I can ramble about some more because just three tags in one post is definitely not enough for how many of you I want to ramble about with how much I love and appreciate you- literally all of you ahah)

I guess I’ll pop this into you guys’ inbox to pass on this lil tag game and spread some nice messages and positivity wooh!!! (If you want, you don’t have to aha it’s just a nice lil thingy to do for fun I guess and yeah!)

This eclair is very happy, and appreciates you all!! I love you! And please, if you haven’t already, please go and check these guys out they are absolutely fantastic!!!

[space-------kid]

linger.

Anime/Manga: Kimetsu no Yaiba Pairing: Genya/fem!Reader Additional characters: mentions of Sanemi and the rest of the Shinazugawa family Warning: Is Genya being adorably shy and flustered considered as one? Additional tag: Modern day AU, adult!Genya and Reader (you’re both 20-something *wink* *wonk*) A/N: I should be working on my Garou/fem!Reader story + acad stuff but this one just won’t leave me be (and it’s been stuck in my head for days aaaaAAAAAHHHH)! It’s another dream-based fic - and it was really cute (to me, anyway *chuckles* *shrugs*)! Pls enjoy--

Summary:

She was always singing that one song from a particular band whenever he passes by. Maybe it was just coincidence; Genya really didn’t know. But two things were for certain: He would never stop tossing any spare change he had in his pocket on her guitar case, nor would he cease passing by this street she chose to play at.

Man, if only he was brave enough to ask for your name (and hopefully your number).

Alternatively,

You beat Genya to his goals, and he was more than shocked. Also exceedingly pleased (and flustered).

“but i'm in so deep    you know i'm such a fool for you       you've got me wrapped around your finger          do you have to let it linger?             do you have to,                 do you have to,                    do you have to let it linger?”

                                                         linger/the cranberries

       “But I'm in so deep        You know I'm such a fool for you        You've got me wrapped around your finger        Do you have to let it linger?        Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

     Of course you were singing it again.

     Every single afternoon he would pass by Wisteria Avenue, Genya would find you standing in your little corner in front of a fountain, guitar in hand and its case on the pavement on your feet, a charming smile on your face while you serenade the passing crowd with your sweet, lilting voice. If he would be honest with himself, Genya would say that you were just one of the faces he had to ignore as he pushed his way past people, some street singer who was just trying to make a name for herself and wasn’t worth that much time listening to. But then he had to go and actually took just a little time to hear what made the crowd drop notes and coins in your guitar case, only to get absolutely floored by your talent he once so callously dismissed.

     It was shame for inwardly and thoughtlessly thinking a little low of you that made Genya shove a hand in his pockets and toss whatever amount of money he had in them, but more so out of awe at how lovely your voice were (you were also very good at playing your guitar, but could you blame him for being enthralled with your singing?).

     Guess he was really lucky that the fastest way to reach the apartment complex he lived in with Sanemi was Wisteria Avenue, huh?

     Because finally, after a long day at work and being annoyed by the throng of people he had to share the streets with, Genya found one good reason not to lose his temper whenever he had to reduce the speed of his usually swift pace because of slow walkers or - the most annoying of them all - couples getting all mushy together and walking as if they were traipsing on the surface of the moon.

     Genya wasn’t a fan of girl songs, but he made an exception for that one song you usually played and sang whenever he passed by - it was that song called “Linger” by The Cranberries (he listened to the lyrics and honest to god Googled what you were singing because he had no idea at the time). He wouldn’t go as far as to searching the internet what the song meant, but judging from what he heard he thought that it was about this one girl who fell in love with some jackass who wouldn’t even take her and their relationship seriously.

     What a jerk.

     But the way you sang it was just-

     Damn, he couldn’t even find a proper word to describe it. Was it nice? Was that the influence you had over the lyrics? That you make it sound so playful and innocent at the same time, as if it wasn’t about a hopeless girl and a dipshit who won’t take love seriously?

     Genya’s head hurt with how much he had thought about it, so he simply settled with listening to you sing and show his appreciation by giving you any spare change he could fish out from his pockets.

---

     Okay, this was increasingly becoming too dodgy to be considered an occurring coincidences.

     It was as if you were actively seeking him out from the hustle and bustle of people passing Wisteria Avenue, but Genya could swear that you would start playing “Linger” once you saw him so you would already be singing the chorus by the time he made it in front of you.

     Every afternoon the scenario would always be the same. And every afternoon he would be left feeling really shy and utterly flustered because you would smile sweetly at him while you sing - most especially on every chorus - and tilt your head to the side like an adorably cute puppy as thanks while he awkwardly searched his pockets for spare change to toss in your guitar case.

        “And I'm in so deep          You know I'm such a fool for you          You've got me wrapped around your finger          Do you have to let it linger?          Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

     Oh, dear merciful god above. Why did you have to be so cute, so pretty, and so angelic while you sing? Why did your voice have to be so fucking beautiful it sent pleasant shivers down Genya’s spine whenever you made eye contact with him as your lips formed the words of the song?

     And why did it always have to be THAT song with him?

     You made Genya feel as if he’s the lovestruck, hopeless girl in the song, goddamn it!

     (Not that he saw you as the jerkface in the song, though, Please don’t get him wrong.)

     Face bright red he could almost hear his younger siblings calling him a tomato, Genya hurriedly grabbed some coins and three crumpled notes, pulled them out of his pockets, and nearly hurled them in your guitar case in his hasty attempt to leave before you could finish the song and before he could say anything stupid.

     Oh, god. Why hadn’t he outgrown this stupid nervousness around girls that he had developed when he hit puberty? He was in his twenty-something now, a freaking adult! Why, god, why?

     “Thank you~!”

     Fuck on a fucking stick. Even your normal speaking voice was too darn cute! Impossibly so!

     Genya only managed an awkwardly shy wave before he practically ran through the oncoming mass of pedestrians to cross the street and increase the distance between the two of you.

     Tomorrow. Tomorrow he won’t chicken out and ask your name. Maybe even get your number.

     Right.

     Maybe Sanemi could give him some tips on how to approach a girl.

     (Genya ditched the plan in getting his older brother’s help. Stupid ‘Nemi for laughing at him when he figured out judging from how red Genya’s face went before he could get a word in.)

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     It’s official. Some of your usual listeners have already established that you would only sing “Linger” whenever that tall, muscular, mohawked guy with a scar on his face came within your field of vision.

    An elderly couple would look on knowingly as the young man seemed to shrink gingerly under your appreciative stare, his face red and filled with wonder and nervousness as he watched and listened to your performance. They had been on that awkward stage once, the elderly couple, and could instantly recognize something blooming between two people when they see one.

     A group of teenage girls, although intimidated by the height and facial features of the mohawked guy, couldn’t stop muffling their adoring giggles at how cute he looked as he watched you like a shy puppy. Disappointed ‘aawww’s would slip past their lips whenever mohawk guy hurriedly left the scene, sometimes not bothering to finish your song. The two of you have no idea that they have already began shipping the two of you. Hard.

     The rest of your listeners weren’t surprised at all that you would not play that one song whenever mohawk guy was absent for the day.

     None of them intervened between you and mohawk guy, however. But, man, they just wished that he would soon act on whatever his obvious intentions were. They knew for sure that he was getting - or already had - a crush on you.

     Might as well act on it, right? Before someone else could snag you-

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     Alright. This afternoon, he would finally do it.

     Genya couldn’t believe how much he was stressing out with regards to asking your name (and number, fingers crossed). It was just simple, right? All he had to do was to be polite, be nice and most certainly not creepy nor intimidating towards you, and compliment you for your wonderful performances and ask for your name (and number!). What’s so difficult about it?

     Feeling uncharacteristically confident, Genya breezed past the crowd and smiled when he reached Wisteria Avenue. He immediately headed to your spot, only to stop on his tracks when he realized something.

     You weren’t playing his song.

     You were singing a different one.

     Genya’s brows furrowed with worry. Didn’t you see him approaching? Were you taking song requests now?

     He stopped behind the small crowd of your usual listeners, looking rather expectant. He unconsciously pursed and bit his lips when you looked at him and smiled, his face turning beet red faster than he could say ‘fuck’. Genya was unaware of the looks he had been receiving from the people as his attention remained focused at you and his not-song you were singing.

     Why weren’t you singing “Linger”? Did you change your playlist? Were you getting tired of it?

     Genya breathed a sigh of relief, mentally kicking himself for worrying too much and being a paranoid when you finished the song and began strumming the familiar introductory chords to The Cranberries’ song.

     Compliment her when she’s done, ask her name, and don’t forget her number, too, Genya told himself repeatedly as he watched you, trying to maintain his brain functions when you kept on looking and smiling at him while you sang. He couldn’t help but feel as if only the two of you existed in the avenue, the rest of the people reduced to nothing but cardboard cutouts that separated him from you. But he kept his ground, never wanting to disrupt your performance.

      Compliment her when she’s done, ask her name, and don’t forget her number, too.

      Compliment her when she’s done, ask her name, and don’t forget her number, too.

     Compliment her.

     Ask her name.

     Get her number-

     “Excuse me, what’s your name?”

     Genya had to snap himself back to awareness when he heard your question. He looked around, trying to find who made you stop halfway from singing to ask for their name, eyes widening in surprise when he saw the rest of the audience - all of them - were looking at him.

     He looked at you, dazed, and dumbly pointed a finger at himself to make sure if his hunch was right.

     You chuckled sweetly (Oh, mercy, mercy, god above!) at him and nodded your head.

     “Yeah, you, sweetheart. What’s your name?”

     If it was possible, Genya’s heart would be out of his chest right now with how fast and hard it was beating at the moment. You just called him sweetheart for fuck’s sake-

     “G-Genya,” he helplessly blurted out, face torn between despair and joy. He planned to ask you your name, not for you to ask his!

     With a grateful nod of your head, you repeated where you cut yourself off.

        “And I'm in so deep          You know I'm such a fool for you, Genya~          You've got me wrapped around your finger          Do you have to let it linger?          Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

     For the love of all that was blessed and holy. Did you just insert his name seamlessly in the lyrics?

     What the fuck kind of a power move was that?!

        “You know I'm such a fool for you          You've got me wrapped around your finger, Genya~          Do you have to let it linger?          Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger?”

     That’s it. There’s possibly no way he’s not gonna be able to get your name and number now.

     And Genya was so glad that he did. Not only did you let him have your name and number, he even lucked out when he snagged a date with you.

     (Sanemi could only gape in disbelief at how his shy and nervous little brother managed to ask a girl out. Well, shit. Looked like he got to catch up.)

fin

[kryptored]

There was a baby in a onesie walking around the campus with their mom (didn’t know whether boy or girl), and I just couldn't help but squeal in excitement. Baby was having so much fun walking around (I'm assuming they’ve recently learned how to), and when the mom turned around and saw me, I couldn't help but say, “So cute!” and she said, “Thank you!” and I - JSDJFDSKJ ELSDKENDFIDFKE IEDKJS AAAAAAAAAHHHH baby please come back soon!

[zh-lele]

"He looks the same--older, yes--but the same. The same brown eyes alight with hope and love, the same golden skin glistening in the light of the sun, the same tremor in his voice as he asks a question he is afraid of. "

Welcome to one of my favorite fics ever!!! I made this drawing after finishing reading it for the first time and it's been in my drafts, waiting to be posted forever. Regency era Taeil the loml!!!!!! Of course it's not perfect, but it's here, I finally have the courage to share it and it's for mads!!!! thank you queen mads. Review of the fic is down below 💗

Ah I really don't even know where to start. I love everything about this fic. From Sicheng and mc's bond and friendship, to how well is portrayed the image of the nosy sister and the mother, to the letters (the letters!!!!!!!!!), to the dialogues and the characteristic forms of the time, so well placed, I love all that.

Mads, the way you make it possible to picture each setting in which the story takes place, the old mansions, the sunsets, the wheat fields gently caressing the skin and the skirts, all the childhood memories, even the rain!! everything is so beautiful to imagine! I've said it before, but mads, you have such a good way with words and a talent to build worlds and it amazes me every time.

And what can I say about Taeil 🥺 he just sounds like the man of my dreams LOL

His smile is still as bright as it always was; a warm smile, both welcoming and genuine; it’s a smile that makes you wish you had sent that letter out years ago.

MAMA I LOVE HIM!!!!

You slip your arm through Taeil’s and marvel at the familiarity. Though it’s been years since your last exchange of letters, and even longer since you last saw each other in person, the ease with which you slip back into old comforts in his presence is nothing short of remarkable.

AAAHHH there is it again. That characteristic way you describe him. Taeil is comfort and is calmness and is so easy to be at ease with him!!! And I like how realistic the conflict inside mc's mind is.  Yes, it's easy to return to the comfort of Taeil's presence, but it's not easy to let go of Sicheng's good company and friendship just like that. When Taeil asks mc if there's potential of loving Sicheng—ah, it breaks my heart. But he shows a lot of maturity around the matter and I enjoy that a lot. Sicheng too, actually. Absolutely all the characters are written in such a good way!!!

BUT my absolute favorite scene is the one that follows right after Sicheng's proposal and mc's response 😢😢😢😢 When mc's hit with realization and runs away looking for Taeil 😢😢😢😢 finds him near the tree where they engraved and made their promise before he left 😭😭😭😭😭 it's the scene that inspired the drawing. MY. ABSOLUTE . FAVORITE SCENE!!!

AND THIS PART:

"Taeil," you being again, steadying your hands at your side, "how could I marry him when I'm still in love with you?"

The dawn of realisation breaks over his face--clearing away the storm clouds that had been brewing behind his eyes--and his mouth falls open in silent shock."

AAAAAAAAAHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭 truly makes me tear up every time I read it 😭😭😭😭 It's the perfect confession and the perfect ending. So so lovely and cute!!!

[...] Taeil pulls back with a smile that lights up the browns of his irises as he looks at you, “what would your mother think of this?” [...]

And of course we couldn't forget about Taeil and his typical comments that tend to ruin the atmosphere but don't, and are funny only because he makes them. His character is so well portrayed as always. No matter what au you put him in, his essence and his charms remain there!!

Mads this is such a beautiful story 🥲 Thank you for writing it and for inspiring this drawing. It brought back joy into my life when I was feeling very unmotivated and conflicted, so this story is very important to me!!

And of course I recommend this work to everyone 💗

in earnest | moon taeil

pairing: taeil x fem!reader, sicheng x fem!reader genre: regency au, fluff, angst, love triangle, childhood friends to lovers warnings: regency era society (rather rigidly gendered), family dynamics word count: 12k

summary: a letter written in haste when you were fifteen and in love with your best friend gets sent out in the dawn of your engagement. when a reply is sent, revealing feelings you had long thought forgotten, you are left with a choice to make amidst a rather awkward visit. 

for @alreadyblondenow​ ‘s Dear 127 collab

taglist: @infnteen​ @peachjaem00​ @allegxdly​ @yakultberry​ @jaeyoonurl​ 

The long, warm rays of the sun stretch over the fields of your childhood as you sit on the stone fence at the edge of your family’s estate, legs swinging in a manner unbefitting a young woman soon to be engaged. A gentle spring breeze stirs as your hair, blowing over you as it moves westward across the countryside on its journey and you sit, book in hand, wrapped in the warmth of it. Words dance on the page before your eyes as you try and focus on the story, pulling your attention into the narrative only to have it drawn back out towards the horizon over the golden fields of wheat and rye. With a sigh, you snap the book shut and slip from atop the rock wall, landing in the soft earth below. 

Skirts dragging against the long grass as you walk, you make your way through the field–wheat stalks brush against your bare arms, parting for you as you stride forward past the cows and sheep and towards and old grove of trees by the meandering creek where you spent so many of your days in childlike rapture and leisure. Amongst the flurry of balls, social gatherings, and visits expected of you now you have hardly had time to come and sit among the trees over these past few years. Social propriety and demands have all but replaced the imagination of your youth and yet the trees welcome you in as an old friend–beckoning you forth into their shade and kissing your cheeks with the morning dew. 

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Ninjago Movie: “Different POV” - Jay’s Rescue  Mission

Just After the Attack of Meowthra

Previous Chapter: The Ultimate Destruction (The Ninja’s Point of View of Meowthra’s Attack and Destruction of Their Mechs)

A few more sparks flew as Nya desperately tried to get her comms up and running. Seeing Lloyd’s mech fall like that, it made it feel like hope was lost. All she hoped was that all her friends were okay as well. Whatever attacked her must have attacked the other ninjas, and if she was in this circumstance, then the others may be in similar ones. She had to signal to someone to free her, especially with-

With one last connecting wire, the comms popped and crackled before static returned to her mech. “YES!” Nya cried out. She hit the button with a cry on the tip of her tongue before the ground and mech abruptly shook with a single powerful force.

As she recovered from the quake, Nya slowly peered up and out of her mech. Sitting up with a tail the length of a building wrapped delicately around its paws large enough to crush five people, the threat of Ninjago City stared with huge pools of black at one of Nya’s Strider legs broken and hanging in the air.

“A giant cat?” Nya gasped with awe. “Where did the….” Suddenly her memory of The Ultimate Weapon returned. “The Ultimate Weapon called the… oh, Lloyd,” she grumbled. She continued to stare at the cat who continued to stare at her mech.

A spark shot off of the leg of the cat’s interest. The giant black pools in the cat’s green eyes got bigger. A small smile instinctively grew on Nya’s lips; she had to admit that was kind of cute. Suddenly the cat crouched in a pouncing position, eyes still fixed on the leg. “Uh oh-“ Nya began to speak as the cat playfully launched itself onto the leg before falling on its back to paw the leg from the ground.

Nya went to her comms with her heart pounding. The cat’s face was so close to where she hid in her cockpit, but she was in so much more danger than before. “Mayday! Mayday! Code…red? Code red- oh what am I saying- SOMEONE PLEASE! IF YOU ARE HEARING THIS THE CAT HAS GOT MY MECH PLEASE HELP ME!”

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Jay felt his feet touch the ground and he tore the bookbag from his body. “I’m alive!” He shouted (to nobody, really) before his ignorance took him by surprise in the form of a giant parachute landing on top of him. “Seriously?” Jay groaned from under the slick sheet. “I thought this only happened in comedies….”

It took him a few seconds, but eventually the sheet was a muddled pile on the road next to him. “Take that! Nobody takes out the-“

“Mayday! Ma---ay! Code---Code red----am I ---”

Jay turned to his jet, where his surprisingly working comms were broadcasting something from Nya. He dashed over to hear the rest of the call.

“---saying---PLEASE!! IF----HEAR THIS----CAT----GOT MY MECH---HELP ME----”

Nya was in trouble! Heart pounding, Jay looked around in panic. “Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh…” he muttered in panic.

Finally he saw what he needed. On the bridge near him, there was a car running but empty. The people must have fled in fear of the giant cat suddenly appearing. “Perfect!” Jay shouted as he rushed over to it. He passed the drivers seat, where the keys were sticking out of the ignition, and went straight to the back, where a blue bicycle was hooked onto the back of the car. “I’ll borrow this…” he muttered as he took it off. He quickly hopped on and peddled down the road to where he remembered Nya’s mech had crashed.

It didn’t take long, but he did pass a few scared citizens who were cowering behind cars and in the alleys between buildings that seemed like they were ready to topple. He saw a few shark soldiers but he couldn’t deal with them – Nya needed help.

He turned the bike so sharply that a black streak was painted on the street behind him. The corner flew past him but that’s not what made him screech to a halt. With a jerk, Jay braked as hard as he could, his eyes wide in fear at what he saw.

A ‘giant’ cat was an understatement. The creature that was pawing at Nya’s mech was the size of the buildings that stood next to him. Not one mech that Lloyd has built could ever stand against something of that size. Jay knew fear-he felt it constantly- but this was entirely different. It was a feeling of dread. Of a loss of hope. He had to save Nya from something of that size? It could eat him like it was swallowing a pill.

His eyes dragged from the cat to Nya shaking quietly in her cockpit of her mech. She didn’t see Jay, but it was obvious that she too was frozen in her spot. If he didn’t act soon, she might get crushed by her own mech if the cat was to, dare say, just nudge the leg a little too far and turn the mech upside down.

“Think Jay, think!” He clutched his hood in frustration. Maybe he didn’t have the strength to move the cat, but maybe his brains did. He looked around quickly, trying to find something that could unravel into an idea.

He looked at something at the wrong angle and a bright light blinded him for a second. After blinking, he realized it was just a shiny piece that had fallen off of Nya’s mech reflecting the sun into his eyes. Muttering his annoyance, he looked away when the weirdest feeling of deju vu hit him like a baseball to the forehead.

Earlier he was blinded by The Ultimate Weapon, a light that attracted the cat. Cats like shiny things. Cats like shiny lights, like the red light from the Tower that caused the cat to total all of their mechs.

He got an idea, a crazy one. Trying hard not to dwell on how dangerous this was for him, he hopped over some broken pieces on the street and dashed to the shiny disk from Nya’s mech. With a deep breath, he lifted it up and then pointed it at an angle from the sun. As he guessed, a bright reflecting light appeared on a building near the cat’s eyesight.

The cat froze. So did Jay’s heart.

Nya noticed the cat’s reaction and looked over at the cat. Seeing the reflecting light, she turned back to the street where Jay was awkwardly holding the shiny piece. Their eyes locked, Nya’s full of fear yet brimming with amazement, and Jay’s full of fear and…well, just fear.

Jay rotated the disc so that the light moved across the building. The cat’s eyes tracked it like it was prey. “Come on….” Jay hissed. “Get up….”

The cat’s ear flicked and its nose twitched, but other than that it sat still on it’s back. Even its paw remained frozen in the air.

With a quick twist, Jay moved so that the light appeared on a different building. The cat flinched this time, the pupils widening further. Catching on, Jay began to move quicker with moving his disc so that the light began to move farther away more rapidly.

The cat put it’s paw down and tensed, making Jay shake some. He actually felt the ground shake with just the simple gesture of the paw hitting the ground. Swallowing his fear (or at least some of it) he tilted the disc down as fast as he could to make the light vanish. He braced himself for the cat to get up and dash down the road, but there was nothing. He slowly looked over and saw that the cat was staring right back at him.

He almost peed his pants. The cat must have followed the quick vanishing of light to where Jay was, and now the cat had locked onto a shiny new toy. Beyond terrified and breaking away from being petrified, he lifted the piece above him. “You….you want it!! Get it!” He turned and threw it as far as he could.

It landed about ten feet away from his feet. “Crap,” he muttered.

He felt the ground shake. As he turned to see what the cat was doing, he felt all of his nerves go on high alert.

The cat was diving for the piece but aiming for where Jay was standing.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Jay shrieked and hit the street, hoping the cat would land around him and not on him. Luckily, none of its paws landed on him, but the contact of the cat hitting the ground around him sent him flying to the side, hitting his body full force on the side of a building.

Even though that hurt like nothing he’s felt before, he scrambled to his feet and ran back to where Nya’s mech is.

Or was.

Instead of laying on the street, the mech was now sticking out of a building a block or so away from where it was just laying. The cat must have used its back legs to send it up and slamming into the building the way it did. “NYA!” Jay screamed, and forgot all about the cat that was clawing at the small piece in the road behind him. He took off down an alley until he was just under the building where the mech has crashed. “NYA!! ARE YOU OKAY?”

“I’m fine, Jay.”

With a scream of surprise, he turned around to see Nya leaning her back up against a car. Her suit was a little banged up, but she was still stunning. He felt his mouth remain open as he looked back up to the mech, where the glass was now cracked but popped out, leaving a good gap for Nya to have slipped out. Clearing his throat, Jay tried to play it off cool. He turned back to her trying his hardest to wear a cool expression. “Oh.. I see-“

Nya was already wrapping her arms around him. “You were so awesome!” she cried with astonishment in his ear. “You totally saved me.”

He felt like his stomach had just eaten his heart. He felt a giddy grin spread across his face but when his eyes focused on something ahead and to the right, the stomach threw the heart back up.

“Nya!” he shouted, forcing Nya to recoil and turn. She gasped. “Cole!” both Jay and Nya cried out together. They took off together as well, dashing through the rubble to the building where the Earth Mech was planted into. It was upside down with the huge wheel still spinning. Smoke curled off of it and into the sky. Nya and Jay stopped under it. “COLE!” Jay screamed. “ARE YOU OKAY!”

“PLEASE BE ALIVE!” Nya called up.

Jay gave her a weird look. Nya felt the dirty look and shrugged. “What, I’m a realist.”

“No….no no no no nooooo….”

They both refocused their gaze up at the cockpit, where it was impossible to see if Cole was in there or not. They both heard him just then, but a series of ‘no’s’ were not the greatest sign.

“WHAT’S WRONG!” Jay called up.

“ARE YOU DEAD?” Nya added.

With a look of both confusement and disgust, Jay hissed, “He literally just said no multiple times, like just now.”

Nya threw her hands up in an annoyed defense. “He might’ve just died.”

There was a clang from above as headphones wired to the mech sailed out, before swinging back, clinking against the metal. They both looked up in surprise.

Cole’s head poked out, his ninja hood still on like the other two. “My records are all toast.” He spat down with his huge eyebrows knitted very close together.

Relief rushed over both Nya and Jay. Cole climbed out and slid to the ground, landing on his feet with a thud. His expression was not one of relief to see his friends, it was one of being pissed at one unspoken friend.

That didn’t stop Jay from giving Cole a bear hug though. “I’m glad you are okay!” he spoke into Cole’s shoulder, but Cole hadn’t let go of his tragic loss yet. “Years…Years I spent making those. Gone. All gone.”

Nya crossed her arms. “So, now what?”

There was a hesitation. Jay looked around, as if he expected to see Zane or Kai pop up somewhere. “We...need to regroup somewhere. I’m sure Master Wu knows what to-“

“A giant cat, Jay?” Cole snapped suddenly. Jay shut his mouth instantly. “There is a giant cat loose. Master Wu can’t possibly know how to stop a cat like that. It’s not like there’s another Ultimate Weapon or something.”

Silence fell over the three of them again. Jay flinched when some more sparks shot off of Cole’s mech. “Well, regardless if Master Wu can help us or not, we should go to the docks. That’s where the other two would head anyway.” Nya took charge and then gestured for them to follow.

“You mean three, right? And Lloyd?” Jay called out as he followed Nya and Cole.

Cole didn’t even turn to him. “Look around Jay. This is all Lloyd’s fault.”

As they broke into a run, Jay couldn’t help but listen. Collapsed buildings, streets broken or fallen, people hiding in fear… it was Lloyd’s fault. He wanted to think that maybe Lloyd had a good reason to use- wait, what was he thinking? Lloyd turned off his comms, stole from Wu, and then accidently unleashed a cat the size of the city on the city. Not to mention that his friends almost died.

How could he forgive Lloyd now?

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New lurker on tumblr & love your tags! Sorry if this is old ground, but would love to hear when/how you got into the x files? Were u always a shipper - recall there were also USTers as well as no rooms back in the day?

Hi, new lurker! I’m a big fan of lurking myself. 

I got into XF during the second season, but where I was the second season was showing on one channel and the first season was repeating on another channel, so I sort of watched both at once (with many holes). My first episode was Darkness Falls and I liked it right way. Some impressions that I remember were that Mulder was handsome, and Scully was interesting-looking but not a bombshell (which was a plus in my book), and they both looked like regular people and dressed like regular people instead of models. It was sort of serious and slow and intense. The switch was flipped from “I like this show. I want more of it” to “AAAAAAAAAHHHH SINGLE-MINDED OBSESSION” after Duane Barrry. I barely survived the week waiting for the next episode, and then THE CABLE WAS OUT and I had an apoplectic tantrum that probably scared my roommates, and I retreated to my room to angrily write in my journal for like three hours, I WISH I WERE KIDDING. Then I was away the next two weeks and then I came back and it was Firewalker and I didn’t know what had happened and I tore all my hair out at the roots and was bald. And it only fueled my obsession, and I started haunting newsstands looking for magazines with any info I could find (this was...technically not before the internet, but the internet where I was was not good). And I started writing fanfic because I NEEDED IT, and that was that. As soon as I could I tracked down newsgroups and stuff and became a devotee of The Internet Lifestyle (for lots of reasons, but getting X-Files dirt, and eventually being able to discuss it with other people, was a big one). I started watching “live” with the beginning of S3. 

I was a shipper pretty much right away, but I really liked the UST and the sexual tension and the slow burn, and I was fine with the pace it was going. I think it was pretty much after FTF, when they almost kissed and Scully almost saw a spaceship, and then they just reset everything, where I started to feel like we were being jerked around a little. And by that time I just wanted them to get together because it was starting to seem silly. Luckily, I only had to wait infinity more years for that to happen. 

There were definitely vocal groups of shippers and noromos. There were also Finishippers, who were people that wanted them to get together but not til the end. I more or less was in that category for a while, but I definitely identified (haha) as a shipper. I just wanted them to be together and be cute together and do things and touch each other’s hands and be obviously deeply in love with each other and be mistaken for a married couple. But then I also wanted them to have sex. So I burned slower than some, just not as slow as Chris Carter. 

Good times, good times. How about you?