#i’m sorry do this romanian rant

[charliethinks]

unii sunteți incapabili să vă trăiți viața fără să fiți oameni de cacat. sunteți efectiv niște gunoaie de oameni

[childrenofcain-if]

Hi! I want to start by warning that this will probably be a long rant about how much i love your IFs. But first, I hope you feel better soon!

The first IF of yours i played was the pjo one, which sent me down a rabbit hole of going through the rest of them (still haven't played tcs but i will soon 🤞🏻). It was just BAFFLING how people could be so purposefully ignorant about the concept of fanfiction and accused you over and over of plagiarism like, please go outside and touch grass, clearly the internet has stopped your brain from developing critical thinking.

Anyways, the adaptation was so well done and faithful while also exuding a newness to it that i am very excited to see unravel. I understand at the moment it has been paused (and I don't know if you've addressed why it's no longer up) and i hope with time you can feel comfortable with it again. None of the shit you've gotten was deserved or even understandable but alas, it still happened. As a content creator myself, i truly truly sympathize with you. I hope these words offer some comfort, however small.

Same goes for WLB, but the awe at how descriptive and raw your writing is really peaked through in something of your own creation. I find myself revisiting it and experiencing the exhilaration from my first reading all over again. I can't wait to watch everyone around my mc descend into eldritch madness as they become more and more unhinged. Consequences of my own actions? Never heard of them, i want my mc to go apeshit!

Now, gods where do i start... TBOTYG is *chef's kiss* flawless, i never thought i could become so obsessed with anything with only one part. I awaited the demo with baited breath, already anticipating all the ways you would surprise and impress (and you did). Every choice, every scenario, the way you build your plot and characters, your descriptions (I don't know if you can tell that I'm a little too hung up on the writing aspect of it) of characters and actions and feelings. The amount of work and effort you put into characterization is so very clear and it feels very freeing to have that amount of control over a character that we're supposed to "relate" to (in the context of the narrative, almost as if living vicariously through them). i think that no matter how much time passes, your IFs will remain a staple in the community and every player who finds your gems will feel blessed and changed after playing.

It's gotten to the point I've created a whole google doc of my MC, and made fake ig accounts with interactions (just for myself, to cope with the anticipation) and this is a level of commitment I've only felt with my own OCs and works. In such a short time, your IFs have carved a deep space for themselves in my life. I find myself replaying and going through their official pages religiously even though I've read every post already.

a question! will every LI's gender be chosen individually? I'm wondering because C and D are suitmates, but is it doable if they're different genders? same for mc and V. I'm thinking yes but also wanted to be sure

Honestly very very sorry for the long rant, I'm sure you have better things to do 😭😭 but i had the uncontrollable urge to express my feelings on your art and it took me an entire day of trying to talk myself out of it (i failed).

(also, here's my mc's profile and dm box. her royal highness maxine's ig profile is private btw. going for c route first. Mitică is the romanian diminutive for the name Dimitru, and opsis is an ancient greek concept i thought would fit V)

i’m speechless (sentimentally), dear reader 😭 i still can’t believe some people would take the time out of their day to think about my silly little worlds and the characters in it, less of all like how i’ve written my works. every single time i hit a writer’s block or have the whole doxxing trauma flare up again, i think of quitting but it’s the urge to write stories and the joy of sharing it with everyone that is still keeping me going.

i can’t explain how much your words mean to me because this is what i write for. to have people relate to or identify with or adore the world and characters i’ve built is such a dream within itself. from the bottom of my heart, i am thankful for every single reader who has always been nothing but supportive from day one. if elias has his apple, i have y’all. and no, it doesn’t mean y’all can have my meagre inheritance but it’s the sentiment that counts.

to answer your question, every single LIs gender will be selectable! blackthorne hall has individual bedrooms per suite so y’all will only be sharing the common areas and kitchenette with V while having your own personal space. it’s more like an apartment than a usual college dorm tbh.

oh and please, rant away! i’d love nothing more than to hear about your MCs and the various headcanons, questions, or theories you might have!

(also please knock C down a few pegs, they desperately need it 😔)

[theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin]

When I saw 'Romanians' mentioned in your last post I had a wtf moment cause I have only watched the movies and I don't think I've ever noticed their existence. Regardless, I just had to read the wiki page and it is hillarious to me cause coincidence or not they seem to be named after the psychopathic ruler 'Vlad the impaler' and his cousin 'Stefan the great'(he might have murdered more people than his cousin known as the impaler, but you know he is great). Also, what do you think of them? Sorry for the rant...

You have no idea what you’ve unleashed.

I love the Romanians because they are, hands down, the trashiest, weirdest, lamest, loser vampires in Twilight canon. 

Just, these two are so hilariously beautiful.

First off, while Meyer undoubtedly named them with Vlad Tepish and Stefan the Great in mind, the Romanians are actually much older. We don’t have exact dates, but we know the Romanians (then presumably the Dacians), held great power over their territory for a thousand years before the Volturi had truly established themselves. After the Volturi took on and won against Amun’s coven in Egypt (and took the grateful Demetri off Amun’s hands making Amun still bitter thousands of years later) they waged war against the Romanians and won. (Vlad and Stefan are still very bitter but give us the silver lining of “oh yeah, well, we’re only partly petrified. SO TAKE THAT STUPID VOLTURI!”)

Vlad, Stefan, and Vlad’s wife were the only survivors. The Romanians, being one of the most evil and trashy covens in Twilight, decided to take on Volterra by amassing an army of 100 vampires. Hilariously, they had poor timing, this is a decade after Aro acquired Jane and Alec. The entire army is defeated in a second, Vlad’s wife is murdered, and by 810 AD, it’s just Vlad and Stefan.

They’ve remained losers the Volturi don’t take seriously ever since. Every decade, Demetri pays them a visit to remind them that yes, the Volturi does remember them and can find them any time they want to. Even more hilariously, Vlad and Stefan take this very seriously, and are constantly on the run from the Volturi, never aware that the Volturi actually don’t care. At all. 

Point being, given these guys, first it’s entirely likely their original names are not Vlad and Stefan. We see many of the vampires of the ancient world periodically change their name. We have Chelsea and Demetri, who are canonically acknowledged as having done this. Given when and where they were born, we can assume Marcus and Caius were not originally Marcus and Caius. Similarly, we can assume Aro’s name was originally far longer as well.

None the less, it would be just like these two to name themselves after these Romanian human warlords, one of whom serves and the inspiration for the modern vampire myth in Europe. And then, insist, of course, that the human rulers were actually named after Vlad and Stefan, because the humans still worship them, you know.

They’re going to be back on top any day now, you’ll see. 

That’s another thing worth getting into. The Romanians are evil. I’m not exaggerating this, of all the vampires in Twilight, they are the most appalling (and this is including James, Maria and the southern war lords, Joham... well not Joham, he’s a special brand of evil). These guys had a thousand year reign of terror in Dacia. Humans were butchered seemingly by entire villages, they made humans their slaves and demanded worship and sacrifice. When the humans periodically tried to overthrow them, they slaughtered them all, presumably placed their heads on spikes, and used them to taunt those few surviving humans.

When they lost power, they made an army a hundred vampires strong, which given what we see of the newborns in Seattle (who were only around twenty and still far too large to control), probably wiped out several large settlements in eastern Europe. Didn’t matter, just as long as they got rid of the Volturi.

And they miss those glory days dearly.

They actively reminisce about in Breaking Dawn to an oblivious Bella, who is just so happy these very important and impressive Europeans are here to help her beautiful daughter and so impressed they they’ve been fighting the corrupt Volturi for thousands of years (which is another bit of hilarity we’ll get into). You know, when/if the Volturi fall, the Romanians will be the first in line to rape the women and enslave us all. Good times, good times.

But back to them being trash people.

Vlad and Stefan are utterly destitute, their entire coven is destroyed, and yet they still insist they’re a Big Fucking Deal. Not only that, but just their every action is beyond weird. They talk in unison like Fred and George Weasley, they’re these ridiculously tiny men dressed as stereotypical vampires, and they show up out of nowhere on your doorstep saying, “So, hear you’re starting an insurrection against Volterra, Carlisle, we want in” (While Carlisle, I’m sure, just dies a thousand times inside). 

They then talk to Bella all about how they fight the corruption of the Volturi. What is the corruption, you ask? Well, the Volturi drove them out of their kingdom and liberated the human slaves. Then they imposed this stupid law where you couldn’t eat humans in broad daylight. Then when the Romanians tried to invade Italy they killed them all.

The Romanians will expose the Volturi’s crimes here and now. They stand for justice, peace, and Renezel--Renpunz--Renesmee. (The Romanians decidedly do not come for Renesmee, they hear about Carlisle’s army through the vampire European rumor mill, which just shows how out of hand it all got because now Carlisle’s amassing an army to protect the immortal child his son made. They show 0 interest in Renesmee.)

They give me serious McPoyle vibes.

More, beautifully, everything they touch becomes tainted.

Laurent, another beautiful loser character, starts life as a French courtier in Versailles. When he’s turned into a vampire, he assumes the vampire world works like Versailles. It works nothing like Versailles.

He seeks out those vampires with the greatest power.

Well, vampires in general are cannibalistic homeless nomads who care nothing for power.

This brings him, beautifully, to the Romanians. They insist to Laurent they’re super cool and powerful, Laurent believes them, but either Laurent eventually clues in or realizes something’s not right here. So, he goes to seek out the real power, the Volturi.

Unfortunately, Laurent is a loser, the Volturi is not court, and Aro has no need for some lackey trying to get in his good graces. Plus, Laurent hung out willingly with Vlad and Stefan. And anyone who does that...

So, Aro goes, “Ew, no, leave.”

Laurent is convinced, even when canon rolls around and he’s sunk so low as to hang out with James and Victoria (also loser vampires), that Aro will call him back any day now.

Aro never does. Laurent is eaten by untrained sixteen-year-old shape shifters.

But yes, point being, I imagine that in this modern era the Romanians would have a Go Fund Me for purchasing the blow torches they’ll use to destroy the Volturi once and for all. They also have a YouTube channel which is unintentionally dungeon porn, in which they cover their heads in bags so as not to be recognized, and talk about the good old days in thick Romanian accents. It’s a very popular YouTube channel, nobody understands why they wear so much body glitter.

Oh, right, Bella.

Bella is so beautiful with these guys. So, in Breaking Dawn, Bella actually takes the Romanians seriously. They’re all I describe above and more, they’re not hiding it, they’re full McPoyle (including the taking over the world built). Jake even tells Bella he finds them weird as hell. Bella thinks they’re great.

No, really, she thinks they’re great.

They tell her how they enslaved all the people in their territory, demanded tithes, and would eagerly do so again as soon as they get the chance and she stares at them with wide eyes and thinks about how cool all these vampires who came for precious Renesmee are. (Which, funnily, they actually all came either for Carlisle, because he has a billion friends everywhere, or else as a power grab like the Romanians, or both in Amun’s case. It’s the weirdest, most beautiful, mixture of people.)

Bella has her moments, but loving the Romanians has got to be a top ten for her. My explanation is that she’s so high on vampirism and Renesmee that this is all just great for her. LIFE IS WONDERFUL!

EDIT: I could no longer abide my spelling mistakes, I also edited a bit for cleanliness.

[vivianweasley]

I Found You (Fred W.)

Summary: Being soulmates, you and Fred could sometimes feel each other’s feeling and Fred is always there for you when you needed him.

A/N: This is my Secret Santa fic for @hufflepuffgirly ! Merry Christmas lovely and hope you would like it!

Prompt: soulmate au, childhood friends to lovers, also somewhat inspired by Nothing Else Matters by Metallica

Pairing: Fred Weasley x gender neutral!reader

Warning: being lost, mention of being afraid, pure fluff!

Word count: ~850

Special thanks to @starlightweasley​ for organizing this and @valwritesx for helping me brainstorm the ideas for this soulmate au!<3

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While some people might take as long as a lifetime to find their soulmate, you and Fred definitely had it easy for you two simply grew up together.

1991, you were camping with the Weasleys during summer break. The kids were playing in the woods while the adults were preparing dinner. 

Fred and George were hiding behind trees. They just set up a tripwire and were waiting for someone to trip. But the mischievous smile soon froze on Fred’s face, as he felt fear starting to cloud his brain. He started trembling, and he felt lost, even though he knew exactly where he was.

He couldn’t pinpoint the source of this fear. This emotion didn’t feel like his own, but more like a message from someone. Like someone was calling for him; someone needed him.

Fred soon realized that it could be his soulmate. In the wizarding world, there are some moments when people could feel their soulmates’ feelings. These moments happened randomly, and sometimes it’s hard to tell if it was their own feelings or not. In fact, some people could live their entire life without ever finding their soulmates.

“Where are you going!” George yelled when Fred suddenly started running.

“Find my soulmate!” Fred was thrilled. It’s possible that he could find his soulmate today! But he was also scared, for his soulmate could be in danger now. 

The sun was setting, and it was getting dark and chilly in the woods. The fear was getting worse, and he knew he needed to hurry up. He didn’t know where he was going, but the feeling of someone needing him was pulling him, leading his way. 

And when he saw you crouching down and sobbing, everything suddenly made sense. Of course it was you. Why would it be anyone else? 

He should’ve known when you started crying and rubbing your knee, even though he was the one who tripped.

He should’ve known when he and George were pranking someone during charms, and you started laughing too, even though you were sitting in the front of the classroom.

You were the one who’s always there for him, the one he could so easily open up to, and the one he could share his wildest dreams with. You were his best friend, and you were his crush for as long as he could remember.

“Y/N?” Fred carefully sounded out your name. He didn’t want to startle you and absolutely didn’t want this delicate moment to disappear. 

“Freddie!!” 

His voice was like the lighthouse to your lost ship. You ran to him like your life depended on it, and he caught you in a big embrace. 

“I...I wasn’t paying attention, and I...I just-” 

“It’s okay, love. I found you. I got you,” Fred whispered as he rubbed comforting circles on your back. Your hearts were both beating fast and you were both out of your breath. You were still trembling, but Fred could feel the fear fading. Instead, a foreign yet familiar feeling of security and affection was spreading through his body. Fred smiled softly as he hugged you tighter, “I found you.”

~

2001, Fred was hanging out with the boys at the pub on a Friday evening. When George was ranting about the quidditch game last night, Fred almost fell off his chair. He felt terrified as if something scary just jumped in front of him, but nothing was there. He felt his heart beating in his throat, and a more horrifying thought came to him. 

It was your emotion. You were in danger.

“Sorry, gotta go!” He soon picked up his jacket and disapparated from the pub.

“It was about Y/N, isn’t it?” Lee shook his head after Fred disappeared, knowing too well what Fred’s reaction was about.

“Yep, he’s completely wrapped around Y/N’s fingers,” George chuckled, “that hasn’t changed for 10 years.”

“Baby, what’s wrong!”

You almost screamed when Fred suddenly apparated into the apartment in the middle of the night, and what you were watching on the TV didn’t help.

Seeing you comfortably curled up on the couch, with confusion written all over your face, Fred looked at the TV and everything finally made sense.

“Freddie, I was just watching a horror movie,” you laughed when you realized what this was all about too.

He let out a relieved laugh and joined you on the couch, pulling you into his arms and taking in the familiar scent of your shampoo to calm his poor nerves. 

You giggled, “Did you leave the boys because you felt I was scared?”

He nodded, “Who knew you were just scaring yourself.”

“I’m safe. I promise,” you chuckled, “You can go back to the boys now if you want.”

“Nah, I don’t want to almost fall off the chair again.”

“You fell off the chair??” You laughed as the images of him being a mess popped into your mind. You were finding it both funny and absolutely adorable.

“Almost!” Fred squeezed your waist gently to protest.

You giggled and snuggled up to him, resting your head on his chest. He planted a soft kiss on your head and held you close as the movie continued to play.

Listening to his heartbeat, you felt secure and loved. You felt as if nothing else mattered when you were with him, and you knew as the familiar warm feeling coursing through your body intensified that he felt the same.

~

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Love Through the Ages (Tim Drake)

Summary:  Love like baggage needs to be declared.

a/n: This is part two of a series that is a fic rec list disguised as a fic. For these fics, most of the characters will be speaking different languages, so unless specified otherwise assume that the characters are speaking in the first language I mention. They’re all vampires with centuries under their belt. Why wouldn’t I make them all polyglots.  Also, thank you to the proof reading gang for putting up with my shenanigans.  I will have links to the fics I recommend in the fic itself.

Warnings: Everyone is dramatic.

Masterlist

Series Masterlist. 

You watch the rusty green of the warehouse wall disappear behind a spray of orange paint. There is nothing more satisfying than watching paint make old things new. 

A whistle interrupts your reverie, making the can slip from your hand. You swear, the harsh syllables echoing in the empty air. The can bounces down the scaffold and lands in someone’s hands. Tim’s face gets sprayed with a mist of orange. He makes a noise and rubs at his face. You bark out a laugh and he grimaces at you. The begrudging fondness obvious on his face. 

He waves at you, eyes still stinging from the paint. Giddiness flourishes in your chest. “I knew I’d find you here!” He shouts in a dialect of Mandarin that you hadn’t heard in ages.

It takes you a moment to understand him. You’re honestly extremely rusty. It takes you another moment to realize that it made no sense for him to find you. “How?” You shout back in Romanian. 

Tim shakes his head, throwing his hand over his shoulder. “Open canvas.”

You snort, looking down at him. Tim’s breath catches as he stares up at you, your smile. You’re haloed by sunlight. You look like an angel descending from heaven.

Tim’s forced to pick up his jaw when he hears your voice again. You’re tapping your watch. The words are lost to him.

“What?!”

You shake your head, strands of hair coming loose from behind your ear. “I asked...” You shout in a coarse frawl. “... Isn’t it a bit early for you to be here?”

It was. 

He was only 30 minutes early. No big deal. 

He shrugs. “I just wanted to watch you paint.” He says, trailing off. Oh God, Tim thinks. Does he sound lovesick? Is Cassie right? He pushes the thoughts down, opting to look at the building instead. On the side of the building was an immaculate portrait of the Red Hood rendered like a saint, haloed in golden light and surrounded by your orange marigolds. It would look at home in any grand cathedral. Your talents never ceased to amaze him.

“Should I ask why you’re defacing a building?”

You turn back to the building picking up a can of yellow paint. You tilt your head. “It’s a massive improvement, yes?”

Tim looks around. The pavement is littered with wet trash mixed. The buildings were rusted. Everything else is covered in grime. “You’re rude…  but not wrong.”

You preen, electing to ignore the first half. You turn back to your canvas before Tim can get another word in. He knows he’s lost you. 

“So, why *the* Red Hood?” 

You look away from the portrait, setting the can of yellow spray paint. It sprays your sweatshirt and Tim laughs. You stick your tongue out at his face flushing. You liked this sweatshirt. He gave it to you the last time you had meandered into Gotham. “Why not? We’re in the Bowery. He’s like a saint here.” You snip, switching to Russian. Ok, that made sense. You toss your sweatshirt into Tim’s face. The fabric is lousy with the smell of paint and of 5-hour energy drinks. It was an improvement over the pungent odor of garbage. 

He tries to rub the orange paint on his face away before he tucks your sweatshirt beneath his arm. You’re still looking down at him, wry amusement on your face. “I’ll paint your beloved Red Robin when I get to China Town. Heard he was quite popular in those parts.”

Tim’s heart flutters.  He stutters out his next question. “Why are you using spray paint for this type of illustration?”

“Kon said I couldn’t do it.”

Tim snickers, “As if Kon could tell the difference.”

You frown only realizing your mistake. You curse under your breath. Tim doesn’t stop laughing at you. “Shut up!” You snarl.

Tim dodges the next paint can you throw but the next one hits him square in the face. You grin triumphantly. Tim raises a middle finger at you and you giggle in response. You feel bad, seeing him wince in pain. You’d buy him apology tea later but for now, you clasp your hands and call out to him sweetly. “Sorry, Timmers!”

Tim, equally as mature and well aware that you’re only half sorry, blows out a breath, muttering something colorful before shouting back: “we should get going if we wanna eat out after looting the museum.”

At that, you launch yourself off the scaffolding, your body feeling weightless as it falls. Tim drops your sweatshirt as he holds his arms out to catch you. He catches you easily. You two spin as you wrap your arms around him. 

“You are certifiably insane.” He laughs. His nose smooshed against yours. 

“And so are you.” You snort, hugging him. 

He hugs you back. You hum so softly into his hair that Tim wouldn’t be able to tell it from a breath if he were human.  Tim holds you close, hugging your waist tightly. He doesn’t really want to let you go. You don’t either.  You and Tim stand there for a bit when you hear his cell beep. 

“Why does your phone sound like a pager?” 

“Because Babs told me how to.”

“That literally explains nothing.”

“I’m not taking crap from the gremlin who had ‘Baby Shark’ as their ringtone for 12 months. WILLINGLY.”

You pout at him, your face so close to his. Tim’s only half paying attention to your defense. To be fair, it basically boiled down to ‘it isn’t that bad’ and ‘Bart’s ringtone is worse’. 

After a short shopping trip and a cab ride later, you arrive at the museum in fresh clothes and less paint on his face for Tim. 

“All the World’s a Stage. They botched it! The nerve! The barbarity of it all. It's just like when they botched ‘Words with Friends’ or ‘In Ice We Trust’ or even ‘Tomcat’. That last one was pretty much gift wrapped for them!” You say throwing up your hands nearly hitting Tim and whatever poor bastard was unlucky enough to be behind you. 

“For someone who isn't invested in modern media, you're getting fired up.” Tim chuckles, eyes flickering behind you. You had managed to miss the people behind you but you do have a rather conspicuous space behind you. 

“They had such good material to work with”  you say, gesticulating wildly. “And- and they butchered it.”

“You need a 5 minute breather?” Tim asks, resting a hand on your back. 

 “Shut up,” you laugh.

Tim grins at you as if he had no idea what this ultimate betrayal feels like. 

Determined to prove him wrong, you say : “C'mon, Timothy,  you ranted like this when they botched the star thingy.”

“It’s Star Wars, you heathen.”

“Star. Thingy.” You repeat, crossing your arms. 

Tim squints at you. You know he’s not gonna blow up at you but somehow that’s scarier. 

“You can pay for your own cab later.” He grumbles. 

“Star. Thing-Y.” 

Tim turns to leave. This always worked. Always without fail, you grab at his hand, lacing your fingers with his. Tim tries not to smile.

“Fine.”

“Was that so hard?”

“It was excruciating actually.”

“You're being dramatic.” He says, showing the woman behind the ticket counter your passes. 

“Excuse me, I left all my drama in the Renaissance.”

“Oh really?”

“Ok not really but admit that both Andromeda and Stars, Forgive Me have better writing.“ You bite out.

 “I- That’s unfair,” he says. You raise your brow in response. 

“...”

“Fine,” he sighs. “But admit that Andromeda should have been named ‘Space Whores’.”

You squint at him then smile. “Oh abso-posi-tute-ly.”

 “Have you seen this dirty old hockey mask?” You ask, tapping the glass as if the hockey mask would react if you just agitate it enough. 

 “What is that?” Tim asks, looking over your shoulder. His brows crinkles when he sees the mask. “How is that romantic?”

You hum. “Ask the curator?” You suggest, looking around. He was usually out and about. He could never sit still even if he tried. You lean down narrowing your eyes at the plaque. “Says here some dude called Jason terrorized 3 kids over summer.”

“That’s very romantic for our Jay to do.” Tim says, crossing his arms and switching to Cantonese. It was a weird habit but you knew why. Apparently for all Jason’s skill in languages he somehow could not get a handle on Cantonese. 

 “Not that Jason.” You say, smirking. 

“You sure?” Tim asks, leaning closer to you. 

You snicker,  “As in character as that would be...”

“True,” he says, edging closer and closer to you. You rock on your heels nervously at the proximity. “It’s a shame, I thought there would be a machete to match too…” You can feel Tim’s breath on your cheek. 

“OH LOOK AT THIS.” You say twisting away and pointing to a black and white photo. Tim’s hands leave his sides to grab for you, to pin you to his chest, but he has enough self control not to. Instead, he follows you.

“It’s just a man and a woman in business suits. Yanno something you can see in any metropolitan city.”

“Yes but,” you say, tracing a nonsensical pattern into the air, “I’ve heard a story about this, they were both extremely rich and heads of their companies, went from enemies to lovers - my all time favourite.” 

Tim looks closer at the photo of the man and woman with their backs to the camera just holding hands along the NYC sidewalk. It’s cute. “I thought your favorite was lovers to enemies.”

“Well of course, it is! The drama, the absolute tragedy. It’s better than any trope in existence. But I love that this is just black and white. You don’t need anything else to indicate they’re in love with each other.”

Tim is all too tempted to point out that that likely wasn’t intentional, that it was a limitation of the time, but the look in your eyes robbed him of his breath, so he swallowed his thoughts. 

Your eyes rove over the room frantically in search of something. 

“So is there any reason you wanted to go to this exhibit instead of watching lavalantula 10 in theaters?” Tim says, tapping another case. 

You turn to look at him, shock etched into your features.“10? We've seen lavalantula 1 through 9 in theaters? Why did I agree to that?”

“Cus you love me?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Probably not.”

Tim gives you a hurt look. 

You scowl at him. You have no idea why everyone thinks he’s the nice Wayne sibling. He is a manipulative little shit who plays you like a fiddle. And yet here you are falling for it. An absolute buffoon. 

You grumble an apology under your breath before continuing. “This is more cultural Timmers and lord knows we need more culture.” You wave sarcastically. 

“I think we've lived enough culture.”

“it cannot hurt to experience more Tim,” you snort. He rolls his eyes. You grab onto his arm and look up at him bright eyed. Two can play it at that game. “Please Tim....”

He scowls at you. “Fine-”

“Yes!”

“-but you owe me a movie marathon.”

“Fine. Fine,” you nod, “just don’t pick something dumb.”

“I just got the new star trek box collection.” He beams. 

“You could just shove me into a grave.” You sigh dramatically. 

Tim grins. “The Renaissance called-”

“Oh fuck you, Grackle.”

He snorts and you hate that you fall in love with him more every time he laughs. 

You cross your arms giving him a hard look. “Fine but we have to have an intermission of my choice.” You say, offering a hand. 

“Deal.” He says, shaking your outstretched hand. 

“Great, you've just agreed to watch the Great British Baking Show with me.” You say smug. 

Tim curses himself. 

"Are you still looking for that one painting?"

You tip your body back to look at him, your eyes wide and startled. It takes no time at all for them to shift to their usual angry shape. "Yes," you say quietly. It's Tim’s turn to be startled. Your hands curl into a fist. "It wasn't done and those bastards took it." 

Tim reaches out to put his hand on your shoulder. 

You cast your hands up to the sky dramatically.  "The barbarity of it all!"

Tim smiles, letting his hand fall to his side. You would be ok. 

You two walk on as Tim rants about StarGate  could have had a bigger fanbase if it hadn’t excluded so many people. You add StarGate to the list of things to not remember. 

You stop.

Your heart presses a bruise in your throat. 

Framed in  wood laden in ivy and marigolds is a painting that was painfully familiar.  Even unwashed, you can still see the bright reds of rose petals, the wild greens of the women’s skirts, the brilliant oranges of marigolds, and the blinding whites of cobble stones. The image was a practice in entropy made into perfection. The chaos of Valentine's day in a small town square reduced and captured in an infinitesimal moment.

Damian told you that people had started calling them Warsaw’s Faceless Sweethearts. You hated that.  A part of you wants to scream. You want to tell them that this wasn’t for them. This painting was made for one person and one person only.

You’ve been staring at it too long. Tim looks at you. You’ve known him too long to not know that he’s worried. That he’s feeling that stupid surge of protectiveness he always does when you go quiet. It’s in the cautious way he reaches out to you, slow and steady the way you approach a spooked animal. You want to lash out at him but he’s your Tim. Besides, too much of your mind is trapped in the painting, in the white gazebo, in between the couple who’s stuck in the moment before a kiss. 

Tim stands closer to you, his fingers lacing into yours with centuries worth or practice. He looks at the painting. “This painting looks familiar.” Tim says for the lack of anything better to say. It was yours. He knew that with only a few seconds of looking. 

“I… I don’t think so,” you say clumsily, “that’s definitely not the painting I’ve been looking for. Yup that one looks completely finished. Yup definitely.” You tug at Tim’s arm. 

He gives you a look, staying perfectly in place, before turning back to the painting. His gaze draws low. In a glass case sits scraps of paper lined with charcoal.  It takes an embarrassingly long time for Tim to realize that they’re sketches the artist did. Tim recognized the baker, the blacksmith, the seamstress, and even the constable. Most glaring of all he recognizes your marigolds.  His eyes drift to the sketches of the couple in  the gazebo. They were numerous, haphazard and unsatisfied. You were clearly frustrated with the groom’s face. Tim wonders who the poor guy could be. 

In the corner of the page in the center, he sees it.  “Wait… is that me?”

“NO!”

“Is that you?” He asks, pointing to the figure next to his. In the sketch, your lips are brushing against his. Tim’s lip tingles trying to replicate the sensation. 

You’re frozen stiff. You try to pull your hand away. You want to bury your face in them. Scratch that, you wanna be buried six feet under. Tim doesn’t let go of your hand. 

“That’s the umbrella you lost back in London.”

“I lost a lot in London, Timmy.” 

“Well...” Ok. Yeah, you did. Hence why he can’t get you to London even with the promise of letting you ‘improve’ Buckingham palace. But that isn’t the point. “(Y/n), this is gorgeous.” He says, turning to you. You look at him stunned and scared. He squeezes your hand.

You shake yourself out of his grip. Tim lets you. He knows when to back down. 

You step forward leaning on the rope separating you from your work. “I told you it wasn't finished.” You say, glaring at the painting as if willing the colors to move. 

“What happened?” He asks, bumping his shoulder against yours.

You bump your shoulder against his. “Warsaw.”

“I don’t follow.”

“That little town in Warsaw. It was kind of hard to finish the painting when soldiers were setting fires to houses. Ok, they didn’t do it directly but there was smoke.”

“Yeah kind of.” Tim agrees, smiling sadly. He looks back at the painting. “I want to keep it.”

“What?” You blink not quite following the shift in conversation. 

“Darling, I think we should have it. It’s ours after all.” Tim says holding your hand in his. Your mind is bouncing between too many things. He called you darling. He’s holding your hand. He’s smiling so sweetly at you. You’re addicted to that look in his eyes, pure unadulterated adoration. 

You cover your face with your free hand, feeling the smile on your face go uncomfortable wide. You feel something on your forehead, a kiss like a raindrop. It comes again and you feel like you’re going to collapse. 

“It’s yours..” He trails off hesitantly. “..if..” You look up at Tim, waiting with bated breath. Tim squeezes your hands. “...if you’ll be mine. ”

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[finalgilmoregirl]

Hi love! I saw your request for prompts, this idea popped in my head sorry if its too much and can take way or add to it if need to! 31. they say something hurtful in an argument , 30. They thought you cheated, 35. Thy learn you hooked up with girls before with a short! Reader (self indulgent lol 4'10 here) Bucky and reader are engaged and she sneeks off twice a week to take Romaine class to say her volws to him as a surprise but someone catches her and her female classmates studying at a cafe

30. they thought you cheated

31. they say something hurtful in an argument

35. they learn you’ve hooked up with girls before

a/n: thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy :)) i changed it a little bit so it’s more like bucky already knew you’d been with girls before instead of him just learning. i hope that okay!! ALSO i’m 4’10 too so heyyyyy

here’s my prompt list if anyone is interested in requesting a blurb <3

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“stop lying!” bucky fumed, tugging at his hair in annoyance.

“i’m not lying i swear!” you sighed, already growing tired of the argument the two of you found yourself in.

you had canceled lunch with him for the third time this month, claiming you had unfinished reports to work on. and bucky believed this, he had no reason to think otherwise, until sam had mentioned to him that he’d seen you at a cafe with another woman. bucky didn’t think much of this at first, maybe you had gone there to work and ran into a friend. however when he asked about you about it, you simply brushed it off as not being true, that maybe sam confused you with someone else. this puzzled bucky because he had no reason to think you’d lie to him about something like that, until a nasty thought crept into his mind. maybe you were cheating.

he thought it was silly to think that at first, of course you wouldn’t cheat! that was until he started to think of all the other times you canceled plans, saying you had work to do, only to come home late and give a vague description of your day. the times you walked away from him to answer a call, rather than talk in front of him. he also knew of your interest in women which somehow was exactly what sent him over the edge, completely ignoring reasoning and being set on the fact that you must’ve been cheating.

“oh cut the bullshit y/n! just admit it, you’re cheating on me.” bucky spat. this caught you completely off guard. cheating? where the hell did he get cheating from?

“what the hell are you talking about buck?”

“that woman sam saw you with, the one who’s always calling you? i know you’ve been seeing her.” bucky said.

damn, you thought. you’d been caught. truth be told you were seeing someone, but not to have an affair, but to give you lessons in the romanian language. ever since you and bucky got engaged, you’d been planning on surprising him with vows in the language, but now that he’d thought you were being unfaithful, you had no idea if there was even going to be a wedding anymore.

“bucky, that’s my FRIEND! she’s been helping me with something.” you retorted, hoping he’d believe you and drop the situation. not to mention you had no intention in ruining the surprise just yet.

“oh what? sex stuff? you could’ve told me i was bad and we could’ve worked it out! you didn’t have to go running to some girl to get you off.” ok now he was just being ridiculous. but before you could respond, he continued with his rant. “you know what? get out. i’m tired of this.” he sighed, turning his back to you.

“what do you mean get out?” you asked.

“i mean leave. pack your shit. i’ll be damned if i’m gonna sit here and listen to a cheater.”

you felt your heart pumping and breaking all at once. did he truly think you were cheating on him? after everything you two had been through together, some stupid misunderstanding is what was gonna end it? fine.

you glared at him before walking over to the closet where you and bucky kept the duffles and suitcases. however, they were all on the top shelf, which no matter how much your tiny arms and legs tried to stretch, you just couldn’t reach.

“la naiba!” (god damn it) you grunted, not even realizing the words that fell from your mouth. bucky however, did.

“what did you just say?” he snapped his head to look at you and you froze. fuck.

“i didn’t say anything. now could you hand me my bag?”

“no no no. i heard what you said. where did you learn that?” he asked, taking slow steps towards you.

you moaned in frustration and turned to face him. so much for surprises.

“you know that girl sam saw me with? the one you think is my supposed mistress? she taught me. i wanted it to be a surprise but, look where that got us.” you said, looking down in shame. you felt so stupid now, keeping such a silly thing a secret.

“oh baby.” bucky sighed, pulling you into a tight embrace. “i’m sorry.”

“me too. i should’ve just told you the truth.”

the both of you held eachother for a while, feeling guilty and stupid about the whole situation. bucky was the first to break the silence.

“what else did you learn?” bucky asked, looking down at your small form.

you huffed out a laugh and looked up at your smirking fiancé.

“te iubesc.” (i love you)

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i’m not sure if i’m happy with how this turned out but i hope you enjoyed <3

[huenjin]

2020 year end greetings.

disclaimer: this is going to be very long ( ˶ ❛ ꁞ ❛ ˶ ), but that's how much gratitude i have and so much more of love.

2020. ah, this year was a very emotional journey for me and how i wish i could sing jessi's gucci all throughout. however, that was not the case. tumblr helped me run away from all those irl miseries. these people made me feel at home.

this skz writing blog has been existing from the last few days of september and it came to life when i was losing motivation to write on my main (which i closed down because stray kids made me like writing back again) and it's stayed since then. you guys have stayed since then. grateful, a one hundred times and more.

so, this is rue, getting sappy and so much more thankful for everything i have and recieved with this blog. this is rue, asking you to accompany me for a little more and to listen to the stories i have to share. the is rue with heart full of nothing but love for each one of you.

to each one of my mutuals, for whom i pray to the stars to shower you with nothing but fortune —

@sinisterlyhan ♡ eiko, best thing i ever did was hit you up. how are you always so calm? or at least that's the tone i have in my head when i read your texts. it's so pleasant to talk to you. ily. and let me get started on your writing — you've heard this from me like every day but ma'am, you make magic. you lace stars together to form such a beautiful constellation of a writing and i fall in love a little more. thank you for inspiring me to always do better!

the hyunsung demon!au (whew!) — 01. 02. 03.

this hyunjin bad boy!au

@mochinnie ♡ isa, how i wish you handled yourself with a little more care. you're so fragile and delicate and i just want to protect you ?? so much ??? you're precious and one of the most beautiful people i have met. your characterisation is just perfect and god, i wish i could once write headcanons like you do. thank you for being my friend and for fangirling to me and for loving me. it means the world. psst, ily.

this seungmin fic

querencia | hh

@sparklemin ♡ nara!!!! big brain nara! god i love how your asks make my whole day and how you bring up different minho agendas in my head. you have my whole heart and i'm in love with you bye

girlfriend | bcn

hidden confession | bcn

@bearseungmin ♡ dawnie babie thank you for being such an enthusiast all the time while talking. you're so cheerful and happy and thank you for being this nice <33

beat it to the door | bcn

could listen to you read the dictionary | lfl

@chogiout ♡ yah, kira! sometimes i want to whack the back of your head like i whack my sister's, okay? it's the same kinda sibling love with you. fuck, not ever going to let you leave me. after all, my parents taught me to take responsibility of the stuff i rid innocence of. (lmao, sorry, bitch ily!!)

memoir | jyh

this youth of craziness | csn

@mikoto-ica-fics ♡ mi, bb! thank you for being so supportive. istg, if it weren't for you reblogging that one fic of mine, my fics would have never seen light to this day. it's easy to get lost in the tags hehe. and then i happen to text you and omg, aren't you the nicest ever? i love your story ideas, the way you write, the way you interact with people and thank you for talking to me. you make me want to be better.

entangled | lmh, hjs

power grab | hjs

@toffee-hwa ♡ ana! anaaaa~ you're so enthusiastic and supportive and fuck, i looooove ranting and fangirling to you! and the minute i know you're watching the same kdrama as i am, i just go like wheeeeeee— HAN SEOJUN!!! lmao, but thank you so much for talking to me, for listening and for caring! my romanian queen, you pretty human, you're the best!

yet, pt.i

yet, pt.ii

@chandisiacs ♡ yah, pav! must i drag you back to tumblr from twt? must i? i miss you. i really do and i can't wait to have your arse back here. thank you for being such a lively person to talk and hang out with, eee! and not at how you succeeded nano! inspirational! thank you x

thread of all your legendary aus

starboy | bcn

@unsaidhj ♡ you're so soft. and god i love you? and your aesthetics. it's a thing, ma'am. i existed to see your aesthetics lmao. and then i text you and you're so kind omg. i could never hate you so please, ma'am, stop telling me that in panic? huihui, ily and i hope you stay healthy. place yourself first, bb.

knife under my pillow | hhj

scammer, scammed | bcn

@sleepylixie ♡ yo, neighbor! you reminded me how small the world can actual get! love love talking to you about irl stuff because you can understand how messed up it is! and you're so kind, ah!!

in umbra

passion's abyss | lmh

@dreamyhan ♡ one of the few people i see on my dash and go like — hazeeeeeeeeel! you're just so nice, god. like if cotton candy was a person, it would be you, alright? and then there's your writing ability that skyrocket off the roofs because it is that good. thank you for being so supportive and nice to me! x

next time | bcn

in his arms | hjs

@itsapapisongo ♡ boy, my main man, javi!! your work was once my most favorite thing to listen to. loved how the mall worked and everything. and then there's how supportive you are like omg. if only i could explain the courage you give me. it's infinite. you make me feel infinite. also, #hardhours, right?

george of the jungle

swimming fool

@kabira ♡ typing the url down was even more romantic, manx. don't ever change this. love how strong and bold you are. love your opinions and love your writings even more. you're one of those few people who write like they mean every word from their heartstrings. thank you for providing us with stories to tell for eons. x (psst, ily so much!)

backstreet driving | hhj (that's the first skz fic i read because it was from you and not because it was skz and aren't i glad?)

sic semper tyrannis | lty

@dalknow ♡ the only other person on tumblr that i text religiously on discord. i love talking to you, bb. love getting personal with you. love how i can share absolutely anything. thank you for trusting me. thank you for listening to me. thank you for loving me. can't wait for you to put your stories back up on this acc. you're undefeatable and i know you'll have that known.

to each one of my anons, for whom i pray that you stay safe and healthy and most importantly, happy —

🧸 :: put you on the anon list because in my head you are that anon — my very first one and the one that lit up my whole world. it's kind of a very proud moment when someone wants to talk to you. you made me feel that. you made feel loved. and to see how well your blog is doing now, god, i feel like a proud mother.

🐠 :: my greek princess. the fact that i learnt more about breads from you than from my school makes me laugh hehe. you really did light up my world with every ask you sent me and had me unknowingly hope that you are happy in every minute. and now that i know who you are, i'm even more content because you're a mutual too now!

🍧 :: god, you have a special place in my heart, ice cream anon! maybe because you liked me more than my fic and followed me here even though you were an anon from my bts blog. fuck, if that didn't make my heart flutter, nothing ever will! (hush, your relationship is something i am still rooting for!!)

🦊 |🌹| 🥀 | 🛸 :: the way you guys keep checks if i'm staying hydrated and healthy. i am. and even when i wasn't, your asks made me go drink a cup of water ha! thank you for loving me x

tiktok anon :: ♡♡♡♡♡♡ yes idk what else to say to you but that i would give you a piece of my heart. your tiktok asks make my whole day. it's something i look forward too! thank you for always making my day!

and to my other anons, tagged or untagged :: thank you for sending me an ask. every single one, either telling me to stay happy or hydrated, or that my fic was great or that you're feeling extra horny that day (we've all been there!) i appreciate it and thank you for making me smile! x

to all the mutuals that i admire, look upto and wish we talked waaaay more, let's do it soon please! and to some mutuals that i just miss talking to! —

@nightshade-minho (ily! x nicest bean ever!!) :: @satanssmuts :: @lovebini :: @seraplantery :: @xiaojunssmile :: @chan-skz :: @chanluster :: @decembermoonskz :: @bangtantaegi (queen!!) :: @yunhozone (i miss you!!) :: @inkigayeo :: @vocalyunho

i hope each one of you stay happy, content and loved. my memory is pea sized and so i do pray that i haven't forgotten any! thank you for being my mutuals, for sharing laughter and talks with me for these months i've been here! i’m sorry if i missed anyone, but i seriously do appreciate everyone that i’ve ever talked to on here though! i hope to see you all next year and let's be happy together !!

with much love, x rue!

[glassprism]

Sorry if this has already been asked, but did you have any (well, strong) opinions on the Greece production? I guess since most of the visuals aren't new there's not much to say, but maybe more cast-wise, like Amy who came pretty much straight from doing a flagship replica? I hope you are doing well during this time and are able to stay safe, I saw the batman(I think???) paper fam and thought it looked super cute

I actually watched through the videos I have of the Norway and Greece productions a little while ago, so I definitely have some opinions on it, though less on the cast, since I was watching to view differences between the original and non-replica productions, not so much for the cast.

This ended up being long, so under the cut.

Overall, the Norway and Greece production clearly seem to take some inspiration from the original and the restaged tour and use it to build off the foundation of the Romanian non-replica. The key thing is that they do it terrifically well and definitely make it their own thing or incorporate neat touches that I liked. The Overture, for example, features the cast members from the past running out, setting up the show, etc., just as in the tour. Something else I liked was the beginning of ‘Think of Me’, where you can see cast members growing frustrated with Christine’s shyness and starting to leave, only to reappear in awe as her voice strengthens. It’s also clear that some inspiration from the original comes into play with the ‘Think of Me’ blocking; instead of Christine just standing there as in the Romanian production, she actually has a scarf and plays with it throughout the song. I’m still not that huge a fan of ‘The Mirror’, where the Phantom appears at the window, but I will admit it gives us a nice visual of the Phantom “looking in” to a world that has rejected him and which he cannot inhabit, done effectively with Espen Grjotheim’s body language.

Another big similarity with the restaged tour is of course the drum set during the title song, with the Phantom and Christine going down the steps. This felt a bit wasted in the restaged tour, as the tour has the pair spend a lot of time with the pair just hovering at the top aimlessly, followed by a boat ride that lasts all of five seconds. The Norway/Greece production, however, have the pair walking down the steps throughout, and actors in both really enhance Christine and the Phantom’s feelings, with Christine alternating between following the Phantom or cowering against the wall and the Phantom coaxing her after him. Probably the only flaw is that it looks kind of funny to have the Phantom yell, “Sing for me!” while simultaneously rowing the boat (though you have to admire his breath support, I suppose).

‘Music of the Night’ is another that appears to have great similarity to the restaged tour, with the Phantom handing Christine his music and singing to her while she looks over the sheets (which is also a holdover from the Romanian production). What sells it, though, is the way the Phantom actors play out the scene: Espen Grjotheim in particular sings to Christine almost in desperation, his arms constantly reaching out to her, at one point crawling right up next to her; it’s clear that music is the only thing he feels he can give Christine and that by accepting it, she is implicitly accepting him. This is an element that I did not see in the restaged tour (maybe because it spends so much time with Christine blindfolded or waltzing about), where it seems the Phantom cares solely about his music, not Christine. Put simply, in the restaged tour Christine is just a vehicle for the Phantom’s music; in the Norway and Greece production, the music is a vehicle to Christine. It’s kind of amazing how just a few changes in the blocking and acting can make that change much more palatable. (Also, at one point the Phantom leaps on his chair and it’s kind of hilarious in an enthused-puppy sort of way.)

I have to admit, I did not watch much of ‘Notes I’, ‘Prima Donna’ and Il Muto, partially because there’s only very short clips of it, though it looks a bit reminiscent of the 2004 movie, with the full cast running around at points. Buquet’s death plays out similarly to the original, only with no shadows, just a reveal of the body. The rooftop scene also plays out pretty similarly to the Romanian production, with Christine and Raoul utilizing the drum set to run up to the roof. In terms of set, it is a bit boring to see the same one again, but the symbolism is very apparent - with the Phantom Christine descends down, with Raoul she ascends up. ‘All I Ask of You’ is sweet but not too memorable, though I still find it very funny that Raoul proposes then and there. (Slow your roll, Raoul, you’ve only been singing for ten minutes.) The Phantom’s reprise is nice, and the Norway chandelier fall is epic. Can’t say the same for the Greece one, sadly.

‘Masquerade’ as a scene works well enough; the fact that it takes place in a mirrored hall is reminiscent of the restaging, while the stark color scheme seems inspired by the 2004 film / Polish production. Christine’s costume is pretty, even if the symbolism is a bit on-the-nose (yes, Christine is an angel! She is a savior, etc.). ‘Notes II’ and ‘Twisted Every Way’, as far as I can tell, take place in the same hall. Christine sitting on a chair for part of it feels direct from the original; the rest of the cast leaving when she breaks down feels a bit from the Polish production. Having Christine and Raoul alone in that moment gives it some nice intimacy. I’m still unsure about ‘Wishing’ taking place on the rooftop (the production is really lacking some set changes), as it looked rather cramped for the actress, though I suppose there is some symbolism to it (Christine running upwards, perhaps to get closer to her father in heaven). As others have noted, I am glad that the Greece production changed ‘Wandering Child’ so that the Phantom stands over Raoul and Christine, whereas in Norway it was Raoul who initially appeared at the top. The height difference adds a lot more to the Phantom’s threatening presence.

‘Point of No Return’ is probably the scene I get most nervous about, as many productions will either have too little intimacy or too much. For the most part, I thought the production did a good job of walking the line between the two, though the first half did err a little on the side of too little; however, the actors kind of made up for it by focusing their attention on each other and not running around the stage too much, which can make the scene feel too confused. This did a good job of building the tension, which when finally resolved, also did well at not becoming too sexy; the two basically just grabbed and held each other. The “unmasking” was a bit strange though, with the Phantom seeing something offstage (the police) and then unmasking himself as a distraction. I did like that you can hear Raoul (I believe) shout, “No, don’t shoot her!”, emphasizing that it’s Christine’s safety, not the capture of the Phantom, that’s foremost for him.

‘Final Lair’ opens with the Phantom rowing Christine to his lair (having previously been chasing her down the steps in ‘Down Once More’); Christine subsequently spends much of the first part of the scene in the boat, and it isn’t until Raoul is caught and tied to the boat’s mooring pole that she gets out, or rather is flung out by the Phantom. The Phantom (Ben Forster in this case, since I lack footage of the Norwegian productions for these scenes) spends a lot of time ranting, while Christine (Amy Manford) alternated between huddling against the wall and pleading with him. At one point she picks up the music sheet (”You deceived me!”), which feels inspired once again by the tour. But with the context from ‘Music of the Night’, it also plays out better, as if Christine had been lured into thinking that he was a good person, with a beautiful world, because of his music, only to find out, nope, he’s a terrible person. Kiss plays out like the original, but after the Phantom frees Raoul he and Christine row off really fast, so there’s no last scene where Christine returns the ring. Instead we are left with the somewhat ambiguous image of Christine in her angel costume.

Overall, this is probably one of my favorite non-replicas, because of what they changed but also how well the changes work. It’s definitely a bit of a mix of different ideas, some of it’s own but some also clearly inspired from other productions, but melded together so that it’s still cohesive and coherent. The cast is uniformly great, though the Norwegian cast stood out a little more to me, maybe because Espen Grjotheim’s body language and Astrid Giske’s warm voice and clear facial expressions were just that good. I only wish I had more than just clips so I could get the full experience.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Special Friend (Alec Volturi x Reader)

"Carlisle tells us you're very close with Alec, closer than originally said." Vladimir said pointedly, arms crossed and leaning in the door way. You looked up from the laptop you were currently borrowing from Carlisle. "I didn't think it was any of your business to know how close we are. Besides, he's just a really good friend of mine. Don't make it sound weird." You huffed. "You have poor taste in friends." "As opposed to you?" You shot back with a sneer. "I don't have to explain why he is scum. I pity you for being so naive as to think he cares about you." "I don't want your pity. You're wrong if you think I'll listen to you say awful things about my friend." You said flatly. "Don't be fooled into thinking he'd ever offer you the same kindness you offer him." You looked up at him sharply. "You don't know that. You just hope he won't." "Oh? And if he had to pick your life over the rest of the Volturi, do you think he would give it much thought?" You didn't answer him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction though he seemed to get it knowing that you knew he was right. "On the other hand perhaps it may cross his mind, he seems to have very blatant feelings towards you." "Now you're just messing with me." You gawked. "All I'll say is this, I was a boy once too." Surprise hit you and you watched Vladimir walk away. 

Ever since, you refused to admit that Vladimir had gotten into your head but you had distanced yourself from Alec. A lot. To the extent the Volturi contacted Carlisle on Alec's behalf, asking if you were alright. You had come home from work some time at Bella's house that evening. Ready to get some dinner and tackle the nights homework. You opened the door to your bedroom to reel back in fright. Alec looked annoyed more than anything else, sending a piercing glare to you. “You scared me! Alec!” “Yes, me.” He said through a clenched jaw before scowling. It would have been a comical sight if Alec wasn’t quite possibly the deadliest being in existence. You looked at him for a moment, specifically his scowl. "What's up with you?" You asked. "I should be asking you that." Alec huffed. "You've been ignoring me." You sighed. "Drop it." "No." "Please?" "No. Now tell me why." "Ain't nothing but a heartache." "What?" Alec looked confused. “Ain't nothing but a mistake." "(Y/N), I will dangle you out of your own bedroom window if you don't answer me." Alec was used to your games. You sighed again. "Vladimir was visiting Carlisle, don't know why but he knows that we're friends. He gave me some friendly advice? Told me I should stay away from you. He also implied you like me a little too much which means I should run even farther." You paused. "Speaking of Carlisle, does he know your in here? His house?" "Stop changing the subject." Alec snapped, continuing to consider Vladimir's words. You shook your head. "No, no. See that look is why I didn't want to tell you. You're already plotting." "I don't appreciate him trying to take my friend away." "Think of him being a petty old man instead! I didn't want to tell you because you'd react like this. I don't even think I want to know what you're thinking right now." Alec ignored you. "Tell me, did he bother you?" The answer was yes, he creeped you out more than Aro did and that was saying something. You didn't answer but Alec could see it in your facial expression, you were like an open book to him. Nothing got past him. "I see." "No, no, seriously. It's not a big deal." Alec hummed unconvinced. "Well, my apologies, this was only a brief visit. I'll be in contact soon." "Wait, Alec please don't do anything crazy. Please? Don't think I don't know you by now." "Right now, I'm only concerned of our friendship." "It's fine and I'm sorry. Hug?" You held your arms out. Alec sighed, rolling his eyes. That meant yes. You stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him, squeezing slightly. 

 You should have known better. Of course Alec wouldn’t leave it alone. You found out when the Cullen’s visited the Volturi in order to ‘keep the peace’ as well as update them on Renesmee. The lower guards were whispering to one another, asking if you were the human Alec threatened the Romanians about. From what you heard it wasn’t a pretty sight. Alec was seemingly livid to an extreme, screaming at Aro about how Vladimir was stealing his friend and wanting justice. The guards had seen the twins angry before, but never had they seen Alec this angry. He found the Romanians and the two barely got out alive from the encounter. So of course you had to confront Alec about this. 

However, Alec seemed less than willing to speak to you about it. “What did you do?” “Nothing you didn’t ask me to.” Alec said simply. “That’s not answering my question, that’s evading it.” You shot back. “It’s done. There’s nothing else to it.” “Alec, I told you not to do anything about it. Multiple times! I don’t want you fighting my battles and I certainly don’t want you starting one because of me.” “Whether you like it or not…” Alec said a little louder. “I am just looking out for you.” He made his words final, you knew you couldn’t say anything else about it.

“Just tell me one thing, did you hurt him?” Alec’s face twisted, he seemed angry. “Why? Do you really care so much about him?”  “It’s not like that!” You defended. “I don’t want you to cause trouble because of me.” “He caused the trouble when he spoke to you!” Alec argued. “Don’t defend him when he is the one who did this! He got what he deserved! If I had it my way he wouldn’t be alive right now!” “Alec! You’re saying you’re doing it for me but your actions say you’re doing it for yourself!” “I won’t lose what’s mine to him! Anyone but him!” Your eyes widened slightly. “What?” Alec didn’t miss a beat. “You’re my friend. My human and you’re mine.” You were silenced for a moment unable to believe how quickly Alec changed his tune. You slowly shook your head, unable to find your voice to protest. “You are! You’re mine!” He stepped forward. “I’m not an object!” “I never said you were!” Alec yelled. You began thinking about Vladimir’s words and just how accurate they were at this time. Then his words hit you. “Alec…what Vladimir said before, was he right?” “What are you asking me?” Alec’s eyes were wide, looking slightly worried. “Vladimir said you liked me more than a friend would. Was he right?” Alec exhaled. He slowly shook his head. “He ruined everything.” Alec turned his back to you. “What?” “You weren’t supposed to find out like this!” He spun back around. “I was going to tell you in the right way! He ruined it!” Alec yelled. “Why couldn’t you just tell me?” “Because you’re my only friend, I don’t want to lose you!” Alec continued to rant about how Vladimir ruined everything and how Aro should have let him kill Vladimir, to hell with making a statement. 

Silently you walked up to Alec pulling him into a hug, stunning him into silence. “Everything is fine, Alec. You don’t need to worry.” You pulled away to kiss his cheek. “Let’s just drop this, hm? You promised me you’d go out with me tonight.” Alec smiled slightly. “I’m sorry you found out like this.” You shrugged. “I’d rather know this was than never know. Let’s just see where this goes? I’ll take this route if you will.” Alec wore a small smirk. “I suppose I could tolerate it.” You laughed.

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#1/?

I'm kinda planning of writing a Percy Jackson fic? So excuse my rant here of what I have planned I just kinda wanna have it written out and given some feedback hopefully before I really start. Some stuff might be triggering for some people. Including drugs, alcohol, rape, abuse, and self hate so far. Percy isn't a go happy guy, and hasn't been for awhile in the books. Btw REALLY LONG OMG.

Percy is gonna be a bit younger because I for some reason wanna have it cross over with marvel. Sorry. And ship him with Peter. Also sorry but not really.

The first changes is gonna be with Sally and a little bit of how she raised Percy. She teaches him of mythology and languages because she also knows many and knows it'll do him good because they're in the same area of where Greek is commonly used. Italian, Crotian, and Romanian, her family went around and had good taste. I wanna have Sally be a Roman legacy but I'm not sure of who just yet.

The second chapter would be his early preteens and his love/addiction of blue food. Kinda innocent and his relation of blue foods and his love for his Ma. As he grows older and Gabe gets in the picture his addiction of blue foods changes to drugs and alcohol from Gabe threatening them. He wants them to depend on them and him. The rape starts from the beginning of Gabe's relationship/marriage with Sally to be honest. Maternity rape is real and I doubt she always meant yes but would say it so he wouldn't hurt her more. He definitely would threaten the other (Sally / Percy) of harm of the other (Percy / Sally) if they were to misbehave. He'll eventually get himself out of it and help Sally recover while they're still stuck with Gabe. He goes back to loving blue food and uses it as a replacement whenever he has a craving.

The third would be his experience with school. Dyslexia and ADHD shows up right when he starts and some teachers reach out to Sally on ways to "fix him". She doesn't wanna have him depend on medication, definitely happy with that when Gabe happens, so he suffers with explaining " yes I have ADHD and dyslexia, no I'm not making it up to not pay attention" to everyone in every school he ever goes to. Some schools he has good teachers that believe him and wanna help him find ways to learn with his different types of dyslexia because of course he'll have more than what's common in a demigod. Sometimes he wouldn't get expelled from school but would have to deal with a suspension and have to find a way to hide it from Sally and Gabe. He learns better with facial reading and lying throughout these years. He'll have good relations with history, language, tech, and music teachers. Also the lunch and security and front desk people. He got along better with people older then him than people in his class.

The next might just be various moments with Gabe and his friends with either Sally saving him, one of Gabe's okay friends helping him, him turning things for the worse before he learns "the system*1", or with Gabe winning. Includes him learning how to apply makeup to hide bruises, lying about marks and cuts, how to heal stuff quicker, getting rid of smells, sewing, packing clothes tightly, and emergency numbers and places. Thoughts of running away and making things better for his Ma. Self hate and doubt of his reasons for living any longer. Decides running away would be better but he can't bring himself because he loves, is loyal to, her. That's brings MONEY MAKING. I grew up with people making money selling anything in school so he will too and will market off of this for any emergency because Gabe always takes his and Sally's money. Selling simple things like pencils and gum, later cool erasers that teachers confescated that he stole in return. Eventually he had to stop and find new ways to make money, and what's one quick way in New York? Drugs. NO!!.

*1 the system is based on what I learned growing up. If I had a good morning then I'll have a terrible night, Terrible morning then a good night. But sometimes you had to look for signs when it might just be a bad day overall. Conversations, how the person is acting (agitated, short temper, not patient), moody with everything from; lights, sounds, smells, how things are organized, nothing is good enough, privacy. The slightest thing that was good meant nothing when that person had more control of how your day would go. Of course this is my experience personally and I'ma add this in this fic.

He goes about using his talents with music to make some money. He can't risk Gabe, his friends, or even sally recognizing him so he always hides himself and would freestyle on the violin or guitar that he is able to keep at school because he's part of band. It keeps his away from home till Sally is out of work. He got into music because it was always calming to him and helps him concentrate. Sally was able to get him a chance to learn some before Gabe stopped them. Sometimes if there's a piano he'll play that too. Once he's makes money he carefully and reluctantly uses some for better equipment such as speakers and a microphone. His friendship with Peter is helpful with making it easy to bring around or stash at his place once he drops out of band or doesn't even joins his new schools band.*2. They would sometimes go out and just be dumb boys and fool around, Peter for fun and Percy for future possible survival and fun. Who can I connect with that will give me a discount? Who is less attentive of their stock? Where does the best wallets come from? Who accepts homeless and when? Libraries?

*2 this goes with my headcannon of Percy having more power, specifically pertaining to Sirens. Overall his voice is pleasing to listen to. When he's young it's nothing exceptional and are expecting someone to try and make him famous but as he grows up and sings more and gets more comfortable his voice is more smooth and silky. The mood of the songs can also affect people listening and draws people's attention and usually leads to him having people crowd around him whenever he's performing. He sometimes works with Peter with him dancing. He doesn't typically do pop songs since he likes rock music more so he'll change songs to him mood and tempo more fitting to what he enjoys.

He meets Peter when he and Sally are recovering. To disguise their time using money for drugs they'll go around walking or making up for lost time. She treats Percy as a silent thank you to a trip to the aquarium in Queens. There he meets Peter who is recovering from his traumatic friendship with Skip. They make quick friends and Sally and May and Ben make plans because they haven't seen their kid be this happy in a long time.

He becomes insomniac pretty early on even before the horrors of being a demigod. Someone once broke in their apartment and Gabe took it out on them so now he's even more sensetive to any sounds he hears at night. Either from his Ma crying, Gabe and his friends, or nightmares keeping him up. He usually sleeps under his bed because of Gabe putting his stuff on his bed and trashing his room. He'll wake up and go under the blankets when he hears Sally's footsteps coming to his room to not worry her.

Going to school is a blessing and a curse because that means no Gabe but that also means no Sally sadly. He constantly has to make a choice be happy for now? Or prepare for when that happiness goes away later. Meaning, do I hang out with Peter or do I go and make money street performing. Do I go to a school far from home so that I don't have to see Gabe but not see Sally, but that means she won't have to worry.

Once he finds out he's a demigod imagine all the self hate he gets. Any possible talents he thought he had. Anything that made him him, his love of blue, the sea, his features ( sure Sally would say he looks like his father he hoped he still had something that was from her, something that was just him ). But nope it all connects to Poseidon. Everything he likes and was confident about came from him. He wasn't anything special. He was just made to be used for their wars and fights and prophecy since they can't be involved but they don't wanna die from at the same time.

He knows of mythology with the help of his small closest group of friends and family, not what's taught at camp. He treats Medusa kinder and begs her to understand why he needs to continue and relates to her pain and apologies for what his birth father did to her. She allows him to kill her for a way to get rid of his pain Gabe. At camp he puts on a different kind of mask because he has no idea who he is at the beginning. A demigod? What the fuck?? What does that mean for him then? He's lost so he dumbs himself down. He has street smarts so he needs to get a layout of the place and the people. What's the stereotypes of groups. Who's the outliers. Where can I be me and with who. With Clarisse he hides what experience he has with fighting to seem weaker, the talk of prophecy can't be good and he didn't want anything with it. And with the talk of prophecy from the girl with blonde princess curls, and he feels used throughout their journey for a bit because this is what she wanted isn't it? To go out in the world and use her brain for better things. He's worried that she'll be like this onwards that this friendship is temporary just for her gain. Thankfully she stays. Watching his mother "die" from the Minotaur hurts him terribly because of course it's gonna be his fault that she dies. When he falls from his fight against Ecihdina and Chimera it pushes him to embracing the water side of him more and look tried gettingcontrol of it. Although the trap set by Hephaestus is rigged it doesn't push for Aphrodite to ship Percy with Annabeth. She can see he has doubt of even friendship and she stays respectful of that. Not everyone can cope with grief with romance. He meets Nico and Bianca at the casino but isn't able to pull them out. He doesn't make the connection till the next time he meets them. His loyalty brings him to the underworld wanting his mother back and his growing loyalty to the camp with the date drawing near for the solstice. He knew Hades couldn't be at fault and explaining so to him and Persephone builds his future relationship with them. His fight against Ares is helped by Posedion but also his growing anger of him wanting to endanger his friends. Luke still betrays everyone and everyone knows. He returns to his mom and Peter and life goes on.

Okay this a part one for a planning rant I'm going to sleep now

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Romanian Coven Headcanons:

(A/N: This was literally so much fun to write. I love doing this sort of stuff bc I get to incorporate my sad ass humor into these things. I love to see how other people see these characters too. So if you have any headcanons yourself please make some and tag me in it. These guys need so much more love! - Admin Kat 🌙❣)

Stefan:

- Probably the more playful one of the two. I totally see him pranking Vladimir or messing with him constantly.

- And you bet your ass that Vladimir just  S I G H S ! You know, the one where he’s just done with his coven member’s shit.

- Enjoys to sit on the damp earth in the forest whilst it’s raining and listen to EVERYTHING. It’s something that’s become a delightful past time of his over the centuries and it helps keep his anger at bay when it’s not needed.

- He definitely uses his cunning-ness to lure his prey to their deaths. He makes the experience more playful for himself because - as he explains it to Vladimir - “It’s no fun if you get them to sit down and rip their neck to shreds. I’m draining them of their life, it must be theatrical, honorable!”

- But let’s be honest, he just has a fucking flare for the dramatics okay?

- Is the better fighter of the two I suppose.

- “Plays” with his food.

- Makes terrible puns 25/7 that are very PUNNY. haha kill me i’m not sorry

- Always knows what Vladdie boi is thinking.

- I think these funny fellows joined the circus, which is why they’re so ace at acrobats.

- Screeching ‘HOOPLA’ during every show tbh.

- Until the day Stefan was goofing off and fell a 500 foot drop in front of a billion people, got back up, dusted himself off and was like, “lol did you see that Vladdie boy? I just got wrecked!”

- And I shit you not, Vladimir was up on that platform 500 feet in the air, pissing himself with laughter until he too fell.

- And that’s how they never pursued their circus careers ever again.

- They pretend to be bats with their long ass black trench coats. Fight me! You can’t change my mind!

- But be real, don’t let Stefan’s goofiness sway you, he’s pretty brooding also and his anger is like the sharpest blade.

Vladimir:

- Genuinely the more brooding of the two, though he’s never opposed to a sense of humor.

- Literally done with Stefan’s shit 110% of the time.

- But I swear,  D O N ‘ T  E V E R  T O U CH   S T E F A N !

- Can totally see him sitting there trying to meditate on how him and Stefan can crush the Volturi with their bare hands and Stefan’s just sitting there talking to a squirrel about how he’s worried for his friend.

- He’s seriously there for 20 years trying to ignore Stefan fucking clowning.

- Tiny but can fuck you up in a heartbeat.

- Fights anyone who mentions the Volturi.

- Fucking  Y E E T S  them halfway around the world and then chops them to tiny pieces if they support them.

- If you’re on their side he’ll dust you off and profusely apologize in Romanian.

- You’ve just made two friends, my mate.

- Goes on a 100 year rant to Stefan about the Volturi and Stefan knows it off by heart and is just muttering the same words under his breath.

- Vladdie boi is not impressed.

- I think he’s definitely into the arts. He loves classical and ancient art the better, all of it. Literally breaks into museums and steals them.

- “Vladimir why is The Mona Lisa in our-”

- “IT IS ART STEFAN APPRECIATE IT!”

- Loves to swing upside down on branches and screech like a banshee.

- Him and Stefan deffo mess with the humans and have been the beginning and end of several myths of two mysterious sparkling men fucking up the village for a fortnight.

- The Volturi just left them to their desperate shenanigans.

- Misses his mate and comrades immensely, just like Stefan. But he’s glad that he at least has someone with him that was loyal to him back then.

- Stefan soothes him so much and vice versa.

- They can’t be separated for very long. It creates genuine terrible panic and flashbacks.

- Like they’re not mates, but they’re like best friends/brothers and they’re both the only pieces left of their broken past sobs

- LOVES to dance!

- Is the quicker of the two and dodges like a fucking maniac.

- Likes to stalk his prey before ending their lives.

- And he insists that he’s not dramatic at all... stefan ghost wrote that

- Just misses the good old days where his kind didn’t have to hide who they were, the humans and the vampires having a coercing relationship and the terribly perfect HONESTY!

- Both of them aren’t afraid of jack shit tbh.

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All All Costs (Charlie Weasley x Reader) - Part 2

Harry Potter - Charlie Weasley x Reader

Wordcount: 3.6k

Masterlist // Series Masterlist

A/N: Warning, canonical character death. I haven’t done a full edit because Baby woke up from his nap earlier. Thank you all for the awesome feedback on part 1! I had fun with this part (a lot more plot than my normal fluff) so I hope you like it! 

“Charlie, dear, you must eat something.”

Charlie pulled his head up lazily from the comforters of his childhood bed. It was strange sleeping in such a small space without you beside him or Bill on the other end of the room rambling on about something. Strange and sad but cozy, like putting on his favorite sweater only to discover it no longer fits him. He wrapped the blankets around himself just a little tighter, a shoddy imitation of the warmth of you.

“I’m not hungry, mum,” he mumbled before burying his face once more in the book he had been reading: a biography of Harvey Ridgebit, founder of the Romanian Dragon sanctuary, the first gift you had given him before you were even an item. He didn’t tell you then that it was the best gift he had ever received, not because of how perfect it aligned with his interested, but because of how much it showed you cared. Your love was the real gift, a fleeting crush turned into devotion overnight. Still now, it was his most prized possession.

Molly sighed from the doorway before stepping inside. She shut the door behind her and moved to sit at her son’s feet, though his feet were not where she expected them as he curled himself into the tiniest ball he could, the way a scared child might. And maybe that was what he was, a scared child, Molly thought. After all, he had never spent a day of his adult life without you by his side. She couldn’t imagine enduring any of this without Arthur. The first war had been hard enough.

“How many times have you read that book now?” she asked as she reached up to pat his hip, hoping he’d extend his legs and give his muscles a bit of a rest.


Charlie turned to lie flat as he responded, “Since I’ve been home? Maybe three. Since I’ve owned it? Hundreds, maybe. Who even knows anymore?”

“Sweetheart,” Molly began, “I know this is hard for you—”



Charlie couldn’t even let her finish. “You don’t know, mum. How could you? You and dad started dating when we did and by now you were married and pregnant with Percy.”

Molly didn’t have a response. She just rubbed at her son’s leg. In an effort to reassure him or herself, she was uncertain.

“Godric, I was so stupid! We should have just gotten married when this whole war started.”

“Marriage doesn’t prevent people from leaving, son,” Molly whispered, realizing as the words left her mouth just how unhelpful they were.

“Then what could I have done, mum? Truly? How could I have made Y/N want to stay?” Charlie held the book to his chest as he sat up against the headboard. Molly notices that the flannels of his pajamas were buttoned incorrectly. She had to stop herself from fixing it. Fixing Charlie’s heart was of greater importance.

“Nothing, dear,” Molly said as she scooted closer. Charlie gave a nod and with it Molly climbed up the bed beside him, allowing her son to rest his head on her shoulder the way he used to when she’d read him bedtime stories, Charlie on one side and Bill on the other.

“You can’t make people do what you want them to, no matter how much you love them. Look at Percy.” At the mention of her son, Molly began to cry.

“I’ve known Y/N a long time and I’ve seen the love you two share. But Y/N’s purpose right now is with the Order. Give it space and give it time. If you want to fix this, show support from here. Help see that this war ends swiftly. Help to keep them safe. But also be aware that sometimes love isn’t enough, and it hurts but that’s just the reality of it.”

Charlie hugged his mom around the waist, feeling her love pour through him.


“I thought my love was enough for us. I love Y/N so much, mum. So, so much.”

“I know, son. I know,” Molly whispered as she kissed the mess of red locks atop his head. She felt Charlie’s tears against her blouse, the first he had shed since coming home. He had simply been a ball of numbness and gloom. Tears were progress, proof of a healing process that would take a very long time. But Molly didn’t truly believe he’d be hurting for long. Her son and Y/N were a perfect match if ever she had known one, a consistent source of support and love and joy throughout their home. They would find each other again, she believed. When the dust settled and peace reigned once more, she can just picture Charlie running into the arms of his beloved, smothering them in kisses and apologies, and getting married the following morning.

But for now, she’d need to help Charlie grieve.

“And you understand our path?”

“Yes, boss,” you said with a slight roll of the eyes as Moody led you with swift steps towards the portkey you would be using to meet the rest of the team for tonight’s mission.

“And you understand why—“


“Yes, I understand. I understand the mission as discussed and debriefed twenty times now, Moody! I understand we’re flying together. I understand our route. I understand how I’m luring Voldemort and the Death Eaters to us. I understand what I’m supposed to say when they capture me. And I understand why I’m the only one qualified to do this. Now, can we just spend these last few minutes thinking and not talking?” you ranted at Alastor as you reached the designated portal. You had been so tense these past few days plotting. You felt you could run this mission in your sleep. Your boss was only adding to the tension.

Moody opened up his mouth once more but you interrupted him.

“And yes, before you ask again, my break-up was very much believable. I’m sure the right people have heard of my falling out with the Weasleys by now. Is that everything? ”

Moody sighed, “You are aware I am your superior officer, correct? I could fire you for such insubordination.” He said the last bit with a flick of his eye in your direction. It moved erratically before settling on your face again, as if trying to registry whether you thought him serious.

“And I recall you saying multiple times that this has to be me, so unless you have another sibling of the famous dark-lord sympathizer Jacob under that cloak of yours, I doubt you’ll pull the trigger on that threat, boss man,” you said.

Moody’s face lifted as he spit out a laugh.

He took your arm as he grabbed the portkey and soon you found yourself on the end of a plain town lane in Surrey. Dark was settling in but across the street you could make out the bouncing form of Tonks and unmistakable gait of Fred and George Weasley.

Your heart sank into your stomach at the sight of them, their hair reflecting in the street lamps like dragon fire, looking surprisingly dapper in what you assumed was their work attire. How many people you considered family would you have to face tonight? And how many of them would hate you?

As you crossed the street, Tonks ran and wrapped you in her arms. Her palms rubbed at your shoulders and her cheek found home against your face, a loving gesture that eased your pain.

“I heard. I’m sorry,” she whispered into your ear before squeezing you even tighter. You let your arms come around to hold your friend, your best friend now you thought since you don’t have Charlie, and truly absorbed the comfort she was offering. You squeezed a little tighter as you felt the eyes of the twins fall upon you.

“Not too tight,” Tonks said as she pulled back a few inches, “I’m carrying extra cargo these days.”

It took you a moment to process those words. When you did, you met her gaze and saw her trying her hardest to stop the corners of her lips from pulling upward. She just nodded.

You squealed and launched yourself once more into her grasp. Tonks chuckled.

Behind her, you heard George scoff. He whispered something, most of which you couldn’t make out. But you heard the last bit.

“…pretend to be sad for a damn second.”

You felt you heart sink again. Your face dropped. All the joy you felt for Tonks and Remus and the tiny baby inside of her completely evaporated.

You did your best to swallow your pride. “Hi, Fred. George,” you said as you stepped away from Tonks, who seemed surprised at your sudden demeanor until she realized what was happening, and began the trek down the road.

“Hi, Y/N,” Fred said but George smacked him in the stomach. Both boys quickly returned to silent. You wanted to cry all over again as you finished the walk down Privet Drive. This mission didn’t just lose you your boyfriend, your best friend and companion through so much chaos, but the family you had made along the way too.

“How is he?” you asked Bill as you waited for the polyjuice potion to get to you.

Bill looked at you with heavy lids, his hand still holding his wife-to-be’s beside him. You had been nestled between Tonks and Kingsley until now, trying to avoid all the Weasleys, which honestly made up most of the room. Arthur had smiled at you and made some small talk, which was kind but not unexpected. The trio had all been cordial. Hermione had even sought your advice about something she had been researching for which she thought your experience with the cursed vaults might be of great value. But Ron, the twins, and even Bill had seen to keep their distance.

“He’s home,” Bill answered after a survey of the room, “He… needed some time. But he’s Charlie. He’s made of stronger stuff.”


“Why do you even care?” a version of Harry asked from the other side of the room, though you were sure by the tone that it must have been George. Or maybe Ron. Honestly it was impossible to tell.  

You bit your lip and looked at Bill and then back at the fourth (or was it third?) Harry in the room.  

“Because I love him,” you whispered despite yourself. A flick of eyes to Bill let you know he had heard you. He smiled, soft and reassuring. You weren’t sure if he understood fully, but it was clear he wasn’t judging.

Bill bent over and said, “You’ll always be family, Y/N. Relationships are complicated. But we all love you, even George.”

You smiled, though it didn’t meet your eyes. Words were wind when it came to these sort of things. And besides, you would probably never see any of them again. You couldn’t imagine them viewing you as family after you were about to do.

You felt a tap on your shoulder as Hermione passed you the bottle of potion. You took a large swig. Being Harry seemed better than being you at the moment.

“To the skies on my cue,” Moody called to the group assembled in the backyard.

You felt nerves begin to settle into your stomach at his words, the first since you began planning this mission in earnest.

“Into the belly of the beast,” you thought with a loud sigh. You grabbed onto Moody’s coat. You felt his eye look at you through the back of his skull and you did your best to smile at it.

“You’re the linchpin in all of this, Y/N. Bring this home for us, okay?” he said so only you could hear. You nodded and gripped him a little tighter, going over the plan again in your mind.

Moody stared out at the night for some time, what felt like minutes, before letting out the hoot that told everyone to kick off. You were zooming in the air almost immediately. Speed was off the essence. You recalled all those long flights Charlie used to take you on late at night back at Hogwarts. You knew they were just an excuse to cling a little tighter to him, to nestle against his back, and to eventually find a new, quiet, secluded place at enjoy each other. You remembered the first time you visited the sanctuary and the flight he took you on to see the dragons up close that nearly got your burned to bits. But that was your Charlie: adventurous, enthusiastic and ever the romantic. You felt the ache you couldn’t shake more acutely at the word “your.” He couldn’t be yours now. It was too dangerous.

Before you could finish your thoughts, you were descended upon by a cloud of black hoods, swooping and screeching like a hoard of bats, somehow bringing with them a cold breeze that had you clinging even tighter to your wand. Flashes of red and white shot through the sky in all directions, you and Moody receiving the blunt of it as he swooped upward to hover over the group for a better sight line. You heard the unmistakable laughter of a certain Black sister as she sped after her niece a few brooms in front of you.

Twelve or so brooms surrounded you, tossing curses with more intention than was normal. The Potters had confused them and your intel had been right. The death eaters were only attacking the obvious Order members, at least with as much aim as they could. After a series of uncoordinated attacks and even more increased speed as the group darted east, attentions turned to you and Moody, the obvious choice for the real Potter.

Three hooded men shot up from below you, three streams of red light coming at your heels. Moody expertly diverted as you flicked your wand with a stunning spell. You watched as one of the brooms fell from the sky through the clouds below.

The crowd of Order members was moving together, getting closer to the point where the group had decided to part ways towards their various portkeys. You knew you needed to do more damage to the attacking forces if separating was going to be a viable option without serious loss of life. You tabbed on Moody’s shoulder and he slowed, falling a few seconds behind the mass of the group just as you had coordinated.

Suddenly, You-know-who appeared among the death eaters, hovering high above your broom like a hawk stalking its prey.

You had seen him a few times, mostly in the minds of others during interrogations, but seeing him in person, flying dangerously close to your form, was more frightening than you expected. His eyes scanned the group and landed swiftly upon your broom, to the most experience Auror with the most coordinated of the Harrys on brooms. You had taken the extra step of trying to move on the broom as Harry would. Having watched a skilled seeker most of your life in Charlie helped you understand just how fluid ones movements while flying needed to be.

A death eater down, a stun tossed over your head, shields casts. The entire thing was chaos. You watched one shot of green come your way, nearly missing Arthur to your left.

And then the separation point. You and Moody turned swiftly north with Bill and Fleur close behind. And just like you expected, Voldemort followed.

You felt him descending upon you more than you saw it. Another curse came at your head, but you deflected. Everything was so close, too close for your liking, but this was what had to be done.

Moody swerved as Voldemort shot another killing curse at his head. 
“Ready?” he asked over the shoulder as he positioned his arms far out in front of him.

You swallowed. “Ready.”

Another curse came your way and Moody took an intentionally fast swerve. You loosened your legs, let go of his cloak, and off you fell into the darkened sky.

Air left your lungs as you began to free fall, your back to the ground and your wand tight in hand. You looked up as the battle commenced above you. Fleur tried to pull Bill to come to your aid but they had to keep flying, two death eaters hot on their tail. Voldemort turned his attention immediately to your descending form, commanding several followers to dive after you. And a spell that must have been cased right before you dropped hit Moody square in the face, a flash of green, and soon he was falling too. That was not the plan. Death was not meant to find either of you but you had no breath to scream or cry for the loss of your mentor.

You began to feel lightheaded as the air grew thicker around you. And soon everything was black.

Charlie was sitting beside George on the couch of the Burrow when Bill and Fleur arrived, the second to last of the pairs. Charlie was already anxious for your arrival, but his nerves were getting worse with each passing minute. He didn’t know all the details of the plan, but he did know you were with Mad-Eye and together you were rather unstoppable. His brain was going haywire trying to figure out what might be holding you up.

He looked at his brother Bill, but he wouldn’t return the gaze. Fleur was clearly crying. Fleur mumbled something he couldn’t make out but his mother cover her mouth in shock. Immediately, he knew something wasn’t right.

Charlie shot up from his seat and marched into the kitchen.

“Where’s Y/N?” he demanded. His mother reached over and held his hand as she cried. Charlie squeezed in return, knowing what it meant, but refusing to settle for anything less than words.

“I’m so sorry, Charlie,” Fleur said as she cast her gaze to the floor.

Charlie only looked at Bill, though, his teeth bare. “Tell me what happened.”

Bill’s face was soft, heartbroken, as he let out the few words he could, “They fell. You-Know-Who targeted them specifically. Moody was hit with a killing curse and Y/N fell somewhere over London.”

Charlie heard the words, heard the pain, but only felt anger.

“And you just let it happen?”

“We wanted to stop,” Fleur said as Bill responded at the same time, “I had to protect my spouse!”

“And what about mine?” Charlie screamed at his brother, “How many times has Y/N protected you? You just let them fall and kept on going because the only thing that matters to you is your life and your partner! Y/N is family, Bill!”

“Charlie,” Molly said, trying to calm him down, but she too was losing her cool.

“There was nothing we could do!” Fleur cried, but Charlie simply turned and walked into the living room, his breathing growing more labored with each step.

A look between Bill and Arthur forced him to intervene.

“Son,” Arthur began as he placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder Charlie immediately flinched but allowed his father’s hand to stay with the second attempt, “We had orders not to intervene. Please don’t blame your brother. I’m so sorry. ”

Charlie took a seat on the chair beside George and buried his head in his hands. He knew his anger was misplaced and quickly it was cooling. But honestly, anger was better than the emptiness he knew was coming, the pain and sadness and complete despair. You were his soulmate, the source of so many of his happier emotions. And even with the break-up, it had never felt real. Eight and a half years together couldn’t just disappear overnight. He had hoped when this bloody war ended that you might find each other again. But now, nothing. Now that ring would sit in a drawer forever. That hand would never find home on the family clock. Those vows he wanted to say to you would stay in his head and in his heart, never to be made air.

But the emptiness never came. He searched his heart, searched the space around him, the realms beyond with his mind, but no emptiness could be found.

Charlie pulled his head up from his hands, a few tears pricking at his eyes, to meet his father’s gaze.

“No,” Charlie said with confidence, pushing his hair off his forehead. He straightened his back as he looked around the room at all the faces waiting for him to break down. “Y/N isn’t gone. I’d feel it. I’d know, dad. I don’t know how but my love is out there. I promise you. I feel it in my bones. And I’m going to find them.”

Charlie stood and rubbed at his face once more, clearing off all the tears.

“And which of you is going to help me?” 

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Helpless|Sebastian Stan x Reader

Summary: Your actress sister was always the helpless one(like seriously, everything needed to be scheduled) that’s why she begged you to be her assistant for Infinity War. You were always calm, cool, and collected, until a cast and crew party when you came face to face with Sebastian Stan, you suddenly became...helpless.

Word Count: 1.6k

Listen to: Helpless- Hamilton

A/N I love Hamilton…I love Sebastian, this is what happened. Would you like a part 2?

MASTERLIST

You sat in the living room of your small NYC apartment, drowning in your sister's shopping receipts. Your older sister was, to say the least helpless. No wonder why she had asked you to be her assistant when she got cast in Infinity War, she wouldn’t know when to use the bathroom if it wasn’t for you.

“You seriously spend $2000 on a belt from Gucci!” you yelled, looking down at the receipt. Your sister walked out of your room in a long black gown, looking at herself in your floor length mirror.

“How about this one?” she asked you, pursing her lips to herself.

You crumpled the receipt out of anger “Angelica, did you hear me?” you snapped. She tossed her curly hair over her shouldered and turned to look at you, giving the most innocent look she could… it made you sick. It took you a minute to process it…party? What party?

“It’s no big deal, Y/N. Plus its super cute,” she squealed.

You stood up, pulling down your light grey crop sweater “You spent nearly half of your paycheck…and what party are you talking about?” You folded your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes.

“Marvel’s hosting a party for the cast and crew…black tie, oh I’m so excited,” she nearly moaned, checking herself out in the mirror. Her eyes went wide, suddenly pointing her finger at you “Speaking of…you have to go.”

“N-no, I quit after the movie. My obligations are done,” you say on the defense.

She started to whine “Y/N, please… you were there, please. I need you,” she pleaded. You looked up at the puppy dog face she was giving you. You loved your sister, although she was airheaded and helpless…you loved her.

“I have nothing to wear…nothing that fancy,” you say, pointing to the luxurious gown she wore.

“What about that sheer maxi dress with that cute black on underneath?”

“I wore that to Grandpa’s funeral,” you groaned.

“So what still cute! Ok, I am going to change, and head out, ill come get you around 6 tomorrow,” she cried, rushing back to your room to change. Aggravated, you ran your fingers through your hair, it's not like you wanted to do this.

You got roped into being her assistant after graduating college, a wonderful creative writing degree but no job. Angelica took pity offering you a job after she got cast, knowing it would pay well you took it. It was only after Angelica publicly admitting she was helpless and needed your help, sweet satisfaction.

The next day you found yourself looking into the same mirror, the short black to white gradient dress showed off your curves, the long chiffon overlay giving the elegance you needed for the evening. You sighed “It’ll be fine, just a few hours,” you sighed to yourself, tucking a loose strand of hair away from your face.

Sliding on your black strappy heels, you could hear the honks of the limo outside. You let out one last ‘I don’t want to go’ groan and head out the door. Climbing into the limo, Angelica let out a happy yell “You look great!”

You examined her glittery cream-colored dress, it belonged on a red carpet… you got at least a wedding guest vibe with your ensemble. “Thanks,” you sigh, trying to get comfortable in the black leather seat.

“Oh, did you bring the planner?” she questioned, her bright red lips forming a smile.

You reached to the side and showed her the light purple planner “Yeah, I can’t believe you had me schedule you a bathroom break,” you say in disbelief, looking at the itinerary for her.

“I just need to be on my a game tonight, thank for this Sis,” she said sincerely, “now, tell me the rest.”

That’s how it went down all the way to the venue, you read her the lengthy itinerary, the menu and all the important people she needed to talk to. You didn’t even have time to check your makeup by the time she was dragging you out of the limo.

You looked up at the Plaza Hotel, all lit up and lathered in Avengers posters “Follow behind me,” Angelica tells you, putting on her million-watt smile for the cameras. You kept your head low and followed behind her.

The inside was even better, loud music played, glamourous people everywhere, food and drinks that were calling your name…it was great. She grabbed your hand and took a drink from the server all while dragging you down the steps to the main floor.  “Who’s first on my list?” she asked, telling you in your ear.

“Feige,” you say back. The taller girl stood on her tippy toes looking for the man, you scanned the room until your eyes were set on a man that entered the room. Your body froze as he walked in, Sebastian Stan…Bucky Barnes. You’d never met him officially, but you watched him countless times putting the arm on before his scenes. You didn’t even notice your sister walk away from you in your time of need.

He looked divine in his black suit, his hair was slicked back and his beard fully grown in, you had lost all words, your feet forgot that you could walk…what was this feeling. The Romanian man flashed a small smile to those were talking to him, you nearly swooned. Your heart started to race, you grabbed the nearest drink and chugged it. You needed another one, maybe it was nerves of all the people that got you this way.

Angelica looked over at you and raised an eyebrow, she excused herself from her conversation and hurried over to you. Tapping your bare shoulder couldn’t bring you out of the intoxicating trance you were in. Your sister looked down at your eyeline and followed it all the way to the man on the stairs who caught your eye.

“I want to meet him,” you breathed, it was like he took the breath right out of you…and you didn’t even know him.

Angelica grinned and hurried to the man, they exchanged a simple greeting and those kisses fancy people do. You were absolutely dying inside, was he going to meet you… those steel blue eyes would be looking into your Y/E/C ones.

Before you know it, Angelica and Sebastian made their way to you, making you put on a shy smile for him “Sebastian this is my sister Y/N,” she introduced, stepping away to look at the both of you. He looked down at you with a nice smile, his kind eyes staring into yours.

Say something… “It’s nice to meet you, Sebastian,” you manage to say, holding your shaky hand for him to shake. Sebastian lets out a small laugh and shakes yours in return.

“It’s a pleasure, I saw you on set. I’m sorry I never got the chance to say hello,” he apologized, refusing to let go of your hand.  You could feel the electricity between you and him, you never handed to shake another hand…only his. He finally let you go, so your hands fell to the comfortable position, clapped against your front. “I’m sorry to make it short, we have a small speech to make. I hope to see you around again.” You exchange smiles and watch him walk away, you really didn’t want it to end.

Angelica smiled, knowing you were completely helpless around the tall bearded man “Go get a drink Love, I’ll be back later…try to mingle.” And with that she left you, you try to shake off the giddy feeling and go to the bar for some much-needed alcohol.

You were 5 drinks in and you felt, unfortunate, absolutely nothing. Maybe it was the grumpy bartender not putting enough alcohol in it. You shoved the glass towards him and rested your cheek in the palm of your hand. Its been an hour since Angelica left you, you’d rather be at home watching Legally Blonde…like you planned.  

Someone sits next to you at the bar, the familiar manly sent filling your nostrils “Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” a deep voice teased.

You look over and see Sebastian with that damn playful smile on his perfect features. There it was again, that feeling…you were completely…helpless. “No, I haven’t had enough,” you retort as the bartender hands you another.

“Whisky,” Sebastian calls out to the older man.

“How’s the party?” you ask him.

“Eh, I’d rather be at home,” he tells you, taking his glass to swirl the brown substance.

You let out a relieved sigh “Same here, I didn’t want to come to this thing.” You sake a swig of your drink. Sebastian looks over and takes in your beauty, biting his lip and hands his glass to you.

“You need something stronger.” He smirks as you drink the rest, telling him you’ll buy him another. You both look around the room, nervous to talk to each other but he finally speaks “How did you get into all this?” he points to your sister who had a crowd gathered around her.

You roll your eyes and groan “My sister can’t think for herself and I really needed the money. Apparently, a degree doesn’t mean anything anymore,” you rant, not taking your eyes off your sister. Sebastian hums and takes your hand in his, making your head snap towards him in surprise.

“I got to meet you, and to me, that’s well worth it,” he says, kissing your hand softly. A rosy blush appears on your cheeks, not caring if he could see. He slides a napkin towards you and walks away. Your hand flies to your chest once he leaves, making sure it was still there.

Your eyes glance down… he wrote his number on the napkin. You gasp and blink to make sure it was all real, it was! You pick it up and put it in your bag for safe keeping… oh yeah, you were definitely helpless.

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Dor

Dor: (romanian) the feeling of longing, craving, or yearning for someone or something, combined with sadness.

Length warning: 3462 words

Youngjae closed the door to his apartment before leaning against it and sighing heavily. He closed his eyes, relishing the relaxing silence. His body started protesting though so he straightened and kicked his shoes off. After flipping on the lights, he shuffled over to the couch and collapsed on it. Finally he felt some relief against the soreness in his body. At that moment, his stomach growled, but it seemed like too much effort to get himself some dinner. Lying on the couch was a much better idea. Except for maybe a hot bath... Or eating dinner while taking a hot bath... Youngjae sat up and started to climb off the couch when his phone went off. He dug it out of his pocket and saw a text notification on the screen. Clicking on it, he furrowed his eyebrows at the unknown phone number. Then he read through the message. 'I finally did it. I confronted him about the lies and the late nights. He started yelling at me. Stuff about not trusting him like usual.' He gaped at his phone, not sure of what to make of the message. It was definitely sent to him by accident. Hitting the reply button, he began to type back that the person had the wrong number. Before he could finish though, another message came through. 'I did start crying, but I didn't back down this time. Then he started screaming at me that it was my fault that he cheated on me. He said it was over, packed a bag, and left.' Youngjae frowned at that. Sounded like this guy was a real piece of work. 'Now I feel like shit. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut.' That was all he could take. He hastily typed out a message and sent it. 'You shouldn't. It sounds like you did the right thing, and that guy is a complete asshole.' Then he waited and after a moment, received another text.

'Thanks. I still feel bad though.' This was going to take a lot more intervention Youngjae realized. 'You're only feeling heartbroken right now cause the relationship ended. Once you finish dealing with that, you'll realize how much better off you are.' After hitting send, he mentally smacked himself. What was he doing? 'And actually, you have the wrong number. But I meant what I said. That asshole obviously doesn't care about you or respects you as a person at all. There's never a reason to cheat and you shouldn't have to put up with it.' Waiting once more, Youngjae sat there staring at his phone. A minute went by before he let out a sigh. He tossed his phone on to the coffee table and leaned back against the couch. Glancing around, he once more noted the quietness of his apartment. It wasn't quite as relaxing anymore though, and it somehow made his heart feel heavy. Perhaps he should just take a quick shower and go to bed. Prepare for another long day at work. Suddenly the cell phone went off, causing him to jump a little. Then he hurriedly grabbed it. 'OMG! I'm so sorry! This is so embarrassing, I could just die. Sorry again. I won't bother you anymore.' A grin formed on his face and he chuckled. 'No, it's fine. Promise. You're not bothering me and it seems like you needed someone to talk to. And you really did the right thing. Don't even think about taking him back!' Then as an afterthought, he messaged, 'My name is Youngjae by the way.' He held his breath, ignoring the growling from his stomach. Then he received a text and he was grinning again. He read her name over and over, committing it to memory. 'Ugh I'm still so embarrassed though! Talking to a complete stranger about my breakup.' Youngjae chewed on his lip as an idea came to him. 'My back and my legs hurt. I haven't even eaten dinner. My boss made me stay late, again. He's such an asshole. Wait... WERE YOU DATING MY BOSS?? That jerk! I'll superglue his seat!' 'Omg bwhahahahahaha!!' she replied back. Laughing as well, he quickly typed out, 'There. Now I ranted to you about my day. We're even. And now I'm not a stranger, we're friends.' 'Friends? Hmmm.... that means I can yell at you... GO GET SOMETHING TO EAT! Seriously, what are you thinking? Do you know what time it is? GO!' Youngjae's face fell and he blinked at those words in surprise. Then he busted out laughing and stood up. 'Wow! Ok, ok I'm going!' He went to the kitchen and opened one of the cupboards to grab a bag of ramen, just as his phone beeped. 'And it better be something good! Not ramen!' His mouth dropped open. That was one hell of a coincidence. 'Wait... How did... DID YOU PUT CAMERAS IN MY APARTMENT???' 'OMG LOL!!!' Shaking his head and chuckling, Youngjae put the ramen back and searched through the cupboard for something else. When he got the next text message though, he was surprised once again. 'Ok, confession.' she wrote, followed by a picture of a bowl of ramen. "Oh that little..." Youngjae's fingers flew across the phone's keyboard. 'You rascal! That's it, I'm eating ramen!' Then he promptly grabbed the package of ramen, and then a pot to cook it in. He filled the pot with water and set it on the stove. 'Now you have to wait for the water to boil... And then for then for the noodles to cook... And ohhhh this is soooo goooood. So yummy.' 'Is this what it means to be friends with you? Torturing me?' 'Yes.' she instantly replied, along with a smiling emoji. Laughing again, he leaned against the counter with a huge smile on his face. While waiting for the water to boil, he continued texting back and forth with his new friend.

A loud thump made Youngjae jump and he quickly looked at the stack of folders on his desk. "These accounts need to be done before tomorrow." He looked up at his boss. "Uh... Yes sir." Then watched as the man dismissively walked away. Biting his tongue to stop himself from swearing, Youngjae grabbed the folder off the the top. He slapped it down on his desk and opened it before glancing around for a pen. When he didn't find one, he opened the desk's drawer. His gaze zeroed in on a small bottle of super glue, nestled in a pile of paper clips and rubber bands. Memories of last night came to him and a small smile came to his face. He hesitated for a few moments, then grabbed his phone. He pulled up the newest contact in his phone, reading her name a few times. 'My boss is making me stay late again and there's superglue in my desk.' 'Omg, no! Don't. You'll get in so much trouble. Do you really want to lose your job? It sucks but it's a paycheck. Don't do anything you'll regret.' Youngjae quietly chuckled and set his phone aside. He began to look over the paperwork when his phone signaled a new message. Curious, he picked up his phone to see another text from her. 'Doooooo iiiittttttttttt!!!!!' followed by a devil emoji. He hurriedly slapped a hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing, letting out an odd, muffled sound instead. When he finally felt in control, he took his hand off of his mouth and went back to work. Though he wasn't laughing, he couldn't stop smiling.

Youngjae closed the front door behind him and kicked off his shoes. Out of habit, he checked his phone for any messages. There were none. Weeks had passed by since he had started talking to her. It had gotten to the point that they would text each other every day. But then she had said would be going for the weekend to the mountains with a couple of friends for the weekend. There wouldn't be much reception so she would text him when she got back. He set his phone down on the coffee table with a sigh. Glancing around his quiet apartment, he decided he might as well fix himself dinner. She hated when he skipped meals. Making his way to the kitchen, he thought about what he could eat. Something quick, he wasn't in the mood to cook. Then a small, mischievous smile graced his face. He opened one of the cupboards and grabbed a package of ramen. If he told her that he ate nothing but ramen for the weekend, she would yell at him. After cooking the ramen, he sat on the couch to eat. He turned on the television and scrolled through the channels until he decided on a movie that was playing. As he watched it though, he found himself not really paying attention. Instead, he kept glancing at his phone. What was she doing now? Pressing his lips together, he reached for the remote and turned the tv off. Silence instantly descended on the room. Youngjae closed his eyes, willing for the one noise he wanted to hear to break the quietness. But it never came. He grabbed his phone and opened his messages. He looked back through all the messages they had exchanged. Teasing each other and joking around, mixed with words of encouragement when one confesses to having a bad day. Going to the most recent text, he re-read her message about her weekend plans. He wished her a safe trip and said he hoped she'd have fun. An idea came to him, causing his heartbeat to speed up. No it was stupid. He couldn't do that. Yet, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Swallowing thickly, he began to type out a message. 'This may be weird, but we tell each other everything so I feel like I can tell you this. I miss you. I keep checking my phone, expecting to hear from you, and I'm sad when there's nothing. I hate it. Talking to you is the thing I look forward to the most everyday.' His finger hovered over the send button as he hesitated. This wouldn't be too awkward, right? It was normal to miss a close friend. Of course they hadn't really discussed their relationship, but that's who she was to him. A close friend at the very least, but... possibly more. Making a rash decision, he sent the message. Then he dropped his phone on to the table and leaned back against the couch. He looked around his empty apartment, wondering how he was going to get through this weekend. He had friends of his own he could call. Maybe they could do something together. It wasn't the same, yet it might help make the time pass by faster. Grabbing his phone once more, he sent her one last message. 'Talking to you, I don't feel so lonely.' After sending the text, he tossed his phone to the other side of the couch. Then he turned the television back on. Not because he wanted to finish watching the movie, but so he didn't have to sit there listening to the silence.

It wasn't until Sunday night, while Youngjae was eating ramen again for dinner, that his phone finally signaled a new text message. He froze, with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth, and stared at his phone. Then he dropped everything and hurriedly grabbed his phone. He didn't even need to see the screen to know it was her. Instead of a message though, there was a picture. A mountain road lined with pine trees. It looked like it was taken from the passenger seat of a car. It had to be from the day she had left. At that moment, another picture came through. It was of the small cabin they had rented. He smiled seeing it. She must have had fun. He started typing out a reply when yet another picture was received. A hiking trail. Then another of a flower. Youngjae gaped at his phone as picture after picture showed up. "What the..." He scrolled through them, seeing images of trees and distant views from the top of the mountain. A squirrel, a campfire, a bowl of food that must have been her breakfast. By the time they stopped coming, there must have been over thirty pictures. He waited to see if there were anymore pictures when a text message appeared on the screen. 'All weekend long I kept wanting to tell you about my day, but my phone wouldn't get any reception. I wanted to tell you about the hiking trail that was way too long, but worth it to see the view at the end. About the birds that sang every morning, and the one bastard squirrel that threw an acorn at me. So I took pictures instead, just for you.' His heart skipped a beat. He read the words several times, and while he was doing that, another text came through. 'You make me feel less lonely too.' Cold numbness spread throughout his body. His throat seized up and he swallowed a couple of times. With his hands beginning to shake, he set his phone down. Then he closed his eyes and let out a breath of relief. He wasn't sure if he was reading more in to her word than what was actually there, but he knew one thing for sure. He really could tell her anything. And that knowledge alone was very precious to him. Picking up his phone, he typed out, 'I ate nothing but ramen all weekend.' She replied instantly. 'WHAT??? What the hell?! Eat a freaking vegetable for crying out loud!!' He busted out laughing as he received several more text, all of which was her yelling at him. A huge grin spread on his face and he eagerly read each one.

"Thank you." Youngjae told the barista as he took his cup of coffee. He went over to a vacant table and sat down. Several people moved around the shop, getting their own coffee and he watched them all with mild curiosity. Then he noticed a woman sitting a few tables away. Her hair was pulled back, but a few strands had come loose to frame her face. The yellow dress she wore reminded him of sunflowers and he could easily picture her walking through a field of them. She took a small drink from her own cup before picking up her phone and typing on it. Youngjae turned away. He had stared long enough. He dug his own phone out of his pocket to play on it when it suddenly went off. Looking at the text notification, he clicked on it. 'It's a beautiful day, and not just cause I'm off from work hehe.' He chuckled quietly at that. 'Must be because I have the day off from work then.' A second after he pushed the send button, a little jingle rang out. He looked over at the woman he had been staring at earlier and saw her pick up her phone. She smiled and started pressing on her screen as if she was typing. Youngjae glanced at his phone, then at her, and then back at his phone. That was one hell of a coincidence. Out of the corner of his eye, he continued watching her until she set her phone down. A moment later, his phone beeped. He checked the new message apprehensively. 'Haha! Very funny. You're probably cooped up inside playing video games.' His gaze went back to the female. There was no way, right? Out of every place in the entire city? It couldn't be. Yet his racing heartbeat wasn't easy to ignore. 'Okay this is random but... are you in a coffee shop wearing a yellow dress?' As soon as he sent the message, he stared at the woman again. Her phone went off and as she looked at the screen, her mouth dropped open. Then her head whipped up and she frantically looked around the building. Youngjae immediately looked down as a little smile formed on his face. He waited a bit, steeling himself, before standing up. He stuffed his phone back into his pocket, grabbed his coffee, and headed over to her. She stopped looking around as she noticed him, and Youngjae saw her eyes widen. He stopped at her table and smiled down at her. "Hey. I'm.." "Youngjae." she blurted out loud, interrupting him. He laughed slightly and nodded his head. "Yeah." She blinked at him shock for a few moments and then suddenly stood up so fast, her chair scooted a few inches backwards. She threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug. Unprepared, he stumbled a little and let out a small yelp. Then just as quickly, she released him and took a step back. "Oh I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed while giving him a mortified look. "I don't know why I just did that." He laughed and shook his head dismissively. "It's fine." "It's just that I feel like I've known you forever." she continued, laughing as well. "Really, it's fine." he assured her. He indicated for her to sit and sat down in the chair across from her. "I can't believe this." She sat back down and fidgeted in her seat a bit. "It's nice to finally meet you." "It's nice to meet you too." He set his coffee aside and leaned forward on to the table. "What are the odds?" She laughed and nodded in agreement. Then her face fell as she furrowed her eyebrows. "Why have we never done this before?" Taken aback, he gaped at in surprise. "I... I have no idea." They sat there in silence until they both busted out laughing together. As the laughter died down, Youngjae continued staring at her. A sudden urge to reach over touch her overtook him. He wanted to feel her hair with his fingertips, or to grab her hand so he could feel her skin against his. Without even thinking, he uttered, "Are you doing anything today?" She pressed her lips and tilted her head curiously. "No." He licked his lips. "Do you want to spend the day together?" Youngjae asked her, expecting her to say no. "Yeah, sure." Maybe he was seeing things, or maybe not, but he could have sworn she was blushing.

Youngjae opened the front door and came to a stop. He listened to the noises coming from the kitchen, including the sound of someone singing along to music that was playing. Entering his apartment, he closed the door quietly behind him and kicked off his shoes. He made his way to the kitchen and stared at the scene before him. She was standing by the stove, stirring something in a pot while her hips swayed back and forth in time with the music. Her voice filled the room as she sang along to the lyrics. He smiled as he watched her for a bit, then his smile faded as a feeling of melancholy weighed down his heart. Suddenly she turned around and saw him, making her jump a bit. She laughed at herself while smiling at him. "Hey. I didn't hear you come in." He tried to force himself to smile back at her, but it was a futile effort. "What are you doing here?" She shrugged her shoulders and glanced away as she blushed. "Well, I know you had to work today but I wanted to do something special anyways. It being our one year anniversary and all." She pressed her lips together and indicated towards the stove. "So I'm making us dinner." There was that heavy-hearted feeling again. Youngjae couldn't shake it off. And it wasn't just from having to skip their anniversary. It was more than that. "Let's move in together." Her head jerked back. "What??" "Let's move in together." he repeated, hearing how desperate he sounded in his voice. "I want this. I don't want to come home to a quiet apartment anymore. I don't want lie awake at night in an empty bed, wondering when I could see you again. I want to come home to you, and to hold you in my arms while you're sleeping." He moved forward and cupped her face with his hands. "I want you." Her eyes watered and she swallowed before licking her lips. "I want you too." Four simple words, but it was enough. Enough to replace the sorrow in his heart with happiness. He hurriedly hugged her, holding on to her tightly and never wanting to let go. Especially when she hugged him in return and held on to him just as tight.

[matan4il]

Some Eurovision 2018 thoughts

Because I promised @isabellaofparma I would post these, that’s why. I should note, I wrote most of this before the rehearsals and saved it as draft, so there are only a few added touches before posting. Also, can’t believe it’s almost a year since ESC 2017. @beautifulhusbands, remember when we chatted about last year’s competition? Good times. OK, here are a few thoughts about some of the songs by country... Hungary - thing for me is, I love rock songs at the ESC, so a rock song has to work really hard for me not to like it in this competition. Still, this one feels particularly authentic, so major kudos, it’s my fave rock song this year (sorry, @i-want-messed-up-with-you-4-ever, though the Netherlands’ country rock entry is nice too. @letthebluerain we also have a cute light rock song from Romania, but I have to admit I’m always disappointed when I don’t get a song in Romanian from the country I was born in. But I actually adore that we have more than one rock song this year, I like this diversity). @isabellaofparma, I still love last year’s Hungarian entry more, but that’s because it became one of my fave ESC songs ever, not because this year’s offering isn’t good. FYR Macedonia - I saw some people saying this song is a mess of genres, but I don’t think that’s the issue. You can throw in five different musical genres and as an idea, it could still work well. For me the problem is every time I get into a particular portion and genre and I start enjoying myself, the song switches over. So I’m left unsatisfied by the whole thing. Greece - I like this song. I adore all songs that are in their country’s native language rather than in English, even though I get why so many choose to perform in the latter. So this song gets points for that, has an ethnic sound to it which I also like and generally, it seems like Israelis tend to like the Greek songs. So yeah, one of my faves this year. I think it has a real shot at being the winner. (isn’t @nvrtickleadragon Greek? I like relating songs and countries to people. So go you!) Belarus - this may be weird but the singer reminds me of the guy who played the (more) openly gay teenager on Witness (I miss that show so much). That does things to me. So I like this entry, but it may not be for the right reasons. I think how this will do will greatly depend on how it’s executed on stage. Italy - I have to say, I adore the Italian tendency to send songs in Italian as it’s one of my fave languages. This entry is nice musically, though I think one of the singers is not as good as the other one and the disparity takes away some of my enjoyment. Also, I’m not fond of the tendency to send 'from the headlines’ songs, though relatively to the genre, this one is nice. All in all, my feelings are it could have been better and it could have been worse. At least the hook is catchy. (I believe @robertjacobsugdens is Italian, right? Again, me with the relating stuff to people thing. I do believe you guys will do well this year even if this isn’t my fave entry this year, nor my fave Italian song to the ESC) Also, technically, I wanna rant over the fact that there actually ARE pacifist bombs. For example, there are bombs used specifically to destroy other bombs in a controlled manner that saves lives. So. I don’t know. I don’t like an oversimplified message is what I’m saying, I guess. Kinda makes you wonder why I listen to ESC then, right? ;p France - This is another one ‘from the headlines’, so once more, I’m a bit meh. It’s a nice, lovely tune, I adore that France always sing in French, but the song becomes too familiar too quickly in my opinion. I’m sorry, @iamarobronniffler, I think you guys will get a high score, but I don’t think it will win... I also think it was sort of hurt by being one of the first songs to be released, which means people had loads of time to get used to it... Personal pet peeve is that the singer pronounces ‘Mercy’ not like the English word the name derives from, but like the French word ‘merci’, which is a nice touch, but it starts bothering me towards the end of the song, when the name is repeated (and mispronounced) so much. Denmark - ok, so on first listen? It’s a really strong entry. The drums are epic, the staging is good, the production of the song is tight, the legend behind the song of Vikings who decided not to fight is cool, it is a catchy song, Rasmussen has stage experience so the odds of him faltering on the night are slim, thus this song has SO MUCH going for it. Usually, if you have a song like this and you come from one of the two blocks (the Soviet or the Scndinavian ones) I feel like you have it in the bag. That’s how I felt about Sweden’s Heroes and Denmark’s Only Teardrops and they both won. But I feel like one thing that works against the song is that it has something about it that’s almost too serious and in a year where a lot of things are less so, plus this year is very innovative while this song is classically epic, that may work against it. Also, I feel like years when the Scandinavian countries send more than one strong entry, that end up splitting the Nordic vote and negates the block advantage. This year, you have Finland with a strong entry too, plus Sweden being Sweden. Basically, I feel like this could have been the winner in a lot of years, but probably not this one. Portugal - feels like an attempt to send a song in the same genre of their winner last year and I think the odds of the same country winning twice in a row with the same type of song is slim to none. That being said, I think this year’s offering is lovely and way better in this genre than last year’s Portuguese song. Sorry, I still don’t think that guy should have won. Sweden - hmmm, this will do well, first of all because it’s Sweden (really, @stulot, it’s ridiculous what an empire you are in this sense) and because it has a nice, young Michael Jackson vibe. But I really don’t think it’s gonna win. It doesn’t stand out enough in my opinion. Plus, the Danish and Finnish contenders are stronger IMO, so my guess is a lot of Scandinavians votes are gonna go there rather than to Sweden. It’s a good song, it’s just not enough of a competition when even within Scandinavia, it’s only the third strongest song. Ireland - the song is sooooo sweet, it’s almost too much so. It gets a bit better once you realize it’s actually about a relationship that has ended, it gives the idea behind it a bit of a twist than if it were just a declaration of sickeningly sweet love, but the real gem for this entry is the clip. It’s openly showcasing a same-sex couple and I am SO happy about that! Despite its gay reputation, ESC is actually more heteronormative than you’d expect, so that clip made me really happy. I want it to do better than it might have otherwise for that alone. I'm glad they’re bringing it to the stage in Lisbon too. I’m annoyed (though not surprised) that Russia said it would cut this song out. Thing is, Russia is allowed to do that in the semi-final, but not in the final, so for that reason if nothing else, I want Ireland in the final. (person from fandom that this made me think of, @dannymiller-irish-fan. Promise I’m done with the tagging now... I think) Cyprus - this is a very typical ESC song, it’s fun and tightly produced so it will do well, but I’m not happy about the lack of originality, plus the pushing of the ‘sex sells’ angle is not something that I subscribe to. Bulgaria - this song feels very current, easily a pop hit you could hear on the radio rather than on the ESC stage. I enjoy it, I think a lot depends on the live performance, how the staging will go, how will their voices blend live, but I think it can be the winner. Estonia - it’s weird, I think her voice is stunning beyond measure, the song is perfect opera pop, I enjoy it whenever I hear it and yet it’s not a song I can see myself listening to outside of the competition. Maybe because it’s not exactly one you can sing along to. All the same, another possible winner IMO. Finland - So this is the strongest Scandinavian contender in my book (so @youslicetheginger, I think you guys have a shot). The song is classic ESC, it’s also well produced and performed, which is really important, so that takes a bit away from the fact that it’s not that original. However, you gotta add in two more advantages, both originating in Saara Aalto being the one performing it (beyond the fact that SHE CAN FUCKING BELT). One is that she was on singing reality shows in both Finland AND the UK before the contest, which probably makes her the most established artist of the whole lot before the competition. That matters because while the Scandinavian vote is split up this year, she can make up for it through fans of hers from outside Finland and Scandinavia. The other is her being open about her engagement to a woman. This, together with the possible LGBTQ reading of her song, I think can also get her a lot of votes. So basically, out of the Nordic countries, I believe she’s gonna place highest. And I’m definitely a fan. Iceland - the most interesting things about this clip and its video: the church you can see in the clip, the streets Ari (the singer) walks down in it, are ones I’ve seen and walked too, which was pretty cool to me. Ari means Eagle in the Scandinavian language, which is a cool coincidence with the fact that in Hebrew, the same name means lion. ‘But Alice, these interesting tidbits have nothing to do with the song!?’ you say? Exactly. Sorry, Ari, you look like a lovely guy, you damn well can sing, but this is the biggest bore fest this year. You deserved a better song. Norway - This is the definition of “don’t know when to call it quits”. What’s worst to me is Alexander tried to make it better by saying kids keep asking him how to write a song and this was his reply to them. Either he’s lying and just trying to get the audience to go all ‘awwww’ over his very banal song, an inferior version of the song he had won with in the past... or he’s honest, in which case, STOP LYING TO THE KIDS, Alexander. That is NOT how you write a song. Ukraine - I think this is such a cool, different song performed by a cool, different artist, it’s upbeat, it’s not preachy, it’s unique, it’s catchy, I love it. I don’t think it will win, but it’s another one of my faves. Spain - this love song made me think of @imre-gr, of course. It is sweet and lovely. It was the first song I heard that made me smile, so how could I not think of you? But then, I have to admit that it is very much the typical ESC love duet and while it’s a very good version of it, in a year full of unique and different songs, I don’t think it stands a chance to win. Sorry. :( Israel - honestly, my first reaction when the song was first released was, ‘ok, so we will not win this year either’. I still think it’s too divisive to win (I know the bookkeepers disagree, but I think they mainly rely on how many views the song clips get on YouTube and that is NOT a measure for which one will win the ESC), I think the song’s too original, too creative and TOO out there, not enough people get why the chicken bits were included, too many people started arguing about whether this is a feminist song or an anti-male one, but I was happy to see it was less divisive than I anticipated and that a lot of people have responded so positively to the song, to its message of self-empowerment and to Netta. I can’t think of anything better than so many people seeing a woman who is clearly nothing like the thin ideal of beauty in our society singing “I’m a beautiful creature”, getting that she means it and agreeing with her. Netta in simply who she is conveys a real message and spirit of change for the better. The song itself tries to tackle a serious issue but without being preachy or heavy about it, make it fun for people when they sing about feminism and embracing yourself and your strength as you are. I feel like this attempt sometimes means the lyrics aren’t clear enough (as the song is inspired by the #metoo movement, ‘stupid boy’ doesn’t feel like a harsh enough term for the sexual harassment the song refers to, plus it can too easily be used to make it seem like the song is anti-male, because people take it as if ‘stupid boy’ is referring to all men rather than to jerks who take advantage of women), but I still appreciate what it tries to do. And at the end of the day, I think Netta is fabulous, I think she got her message across, I think her song became popular way beyond the bounds of the competition, so in my eyes, even if she won’t win the contest, she’s a true winner and wonder woman. I’m proud of you and thank you for representing in such an amazing way a huge part of the beauty of my country on its 70th anniversary. <3

[unlikecharlie]

mermaid anon here!!! Been a while, sorry for that adjdjdjdndj,, school is hectic as Crap. But this week is the last week of exams so after this I should be 1000000% more active & spamming you w asks!!!!! also, for the time being;; hAVE YOU EVER GONE SWIMMING W DOLPHINS BC THEY LOOK RLLY CUTE & I KINDA WANNA DO IT BUT IM ALSO AFRAID THAT RHEYRE GONNA BITE MY HAND OFF OR SMTHN ???

Oh wow you still have school? That sucks. I finished 2 weeks ago (because I'm a senior I finished earlier. 9 to 11th graders finished yesterday) but unfortunately I started exams. I had an oral exam for Romanian, practical exam for Computer Science and listening+writing+speaking exam for English. They aren't as important because they don't really affect my overall mark for the Baccalaureate (the exam itself), they're like to measure your skill in these 3 subjects.

On the 1st of July I start the actual, important exams. Romanian, History and Logics, all written. And THEN I have my entry exam for university on the 23rd of July 😤

Now that my rant and slight flex are over, to answer your question: no, I've never gone swimming w dolphins, I don't even know how to swim regularly akdndjdjd but as far as I know they're very gentle and peaceful so you should get out of it whole