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theashemarie · 2 years ago

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First of all, I’m in LOVE with Aftershocks! It’s everything I’ve been looking for in a post-movie fic. Buf I’m super curious about how Aftershocks came to be and how you guys manage to create a cohesive story with such a large group of writers!! How did you even find each other? How does this all work?

omg I'm so glad you're enjoying so much!! :DDD!! Thank you for reaching out to let me/us know! (This got long, so I'm putting part of it behind a read more.)

Okay so for a bit of history the five of us have been friends for years and @katiemonz basically dragged me kicking and screaming into watching Rise a few weeks before the movie came out because she wanted to rewatch it and she knew I would like it. And, basically, I latched onto it super hard super quickly. When this happens, I do the typical special interest thing where I talk about it nonstop and make my other friends watch the stuff I'm obsessed with. First my brother in autism (Ben) @dunkalfredo fell into my trap and soon enough we were off to the races. @octolingkiera and @mcbethins followed shortly thereafter.

The five of us have always been writers in some form or another, so, after we all watched the movie together on premier night, it felt natural to float the idea of a giant collab fic where we each take a POV and run through the aftermath of the movie. I volunteered to post first because I'm the fastest writer out of all of us, with a promised post-date of the next Saturday (a week after the movie dropped) and I got to work. Originally, the fic was supposed to just be five chapters--one from each of us--but the plot line we agreed on turned out to be a lot bigger than we intended, so I got to the end of the first day in my first chapter, looked at the projected two weeks we were supposed to cover, and consulted the council with my worries. I was already 5k words in and there was no way I was going to finish in a timely or concise manner, so we agreed to bump it out to 10 chapters (2 each).

While writing my second chapters, I cracked 10k words and realized that we would need 15 chapters. Everyone agreed.

As to how we wrangle this thing: what I wanted to happen was for everyone to write simultaneously, but that didn't exactly happen. What ended up going down was I did the initial exploratory writing with Mikey's chapters, established a timeline, and wrote the whole thing, and then everyone else kinda used my chapters as a skeleton to hang theirs off of. There's nothing wrong with this and it ended up working out, but it did/does require a lot of cross-referencing from my collaborators, while I was allowed to kinda just write what I wanted. It's a fair tradeoff, I suppose; I had to do a lot of the legwork, so I got to set up the timeline and write to my heart's content.

We brainstormed a lot on Discord, but a lot of it actually happened between Katie and me because we live together. Emotional Trauma Uno actually started as a sort of joke, but then I took it and spun it into a serious recovery ritual. I'm glad that it came into the fic, but it wasn't something we discussed ahead of time and I'm grateful to my collaborators for running with it. I remember the moment when I introduced the poker chips, because originally the Uno games were supposed to be a lot like the one that happens at the beginning of Mikey's third chapter: no chips, just raw vulnerability.

For cohesion: everyone was really good at latching onto small details that were mentioned in other chapters, and we tried to run major character beats past each other. (For example, when Ben wanted to have Mikey use a poker chip on Donnie in his chapter, he made sure to okay it with me so that I could slip a reference to it into my chapter). I also edit every chapter (except Ben's because he's a good noodle) and read everything as a sort of final continuity check.

Even now, as we pump out the final chapters, we're cross-referencing and running things past each other. Kiera's working on a Splinter POV scene and McBethins has made sure to remind her that Raph already had a talk with Splinter; Ben made sure to ask me how many days occurred between events because Donnie is very attuned to the passage of time while the days blended together for Mikey; Katie is closely counting the blue chips the rest of the family has to use on Leo and running checks to make sure she hasn't missed any; when I was writing my chapters, I made sure to explain my thought process for non-Mikey character actions so everyone knew both how Mikey was perceiving their actions and how I was actually picturing them reacting to things.

Quite honestly, I've always wanted to do a giant collab like this, so it's been a LOT of fun! I didn't expect this story to balloon this much, and I certainly didn't expect it to be this fun and easy! Even with the few hiccups we experienced, it was a blast, and I can't wait to collaborate with my friends again!

#ashe talks #aftershocks #rottmnt fanfiction #ask #anon #lads

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littleladymab · 3 years ago

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ty for the tag @strwrs 🥰

rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better/catch up with

last song: "scarborough fair” by AURORA

last tv show: you mean besides my 100000th rewatch of Rebels? oh god I don’t actually know

last movie: Turning Red 🥺 i cried

currently watching: you mean...... besides my 100001 rewatch of Rebels.....................?

currently reading: I’m listening to an audiodrama production of DARK EMPIRE II (which is a comic so it technically counts), but i DO get to pick Piranesi back up on Monday 8) finally won’t be writing during my lunch breaks

three ships: girl help i’ve been rotating thranto, kalluzeb, and skybridger in my head NONSTOP

currently working on: my SW Big Bang! LAST CHAPTER (heavy breathing) SOON I WILL BE FREE from writing then I’ll have to edit.

favorite color: i just like jewel tones!

comfort food: if i’m at home, then mac & cheese with chicken nuggets. If I’m at my parents’, then literally anything my mom makes

favorite time of the year: fall!

you can uhhhhh do it if you want to! @pizza-snake and @bottlingsound i nominate u specifically, because also I didn’t pay attention to who Em tagged so I don’t want to double tag some people just in case LMAO

#about me #fun fact I just simply don't watch a lot of shows #god what WAS the last new show I watched that wasn't a rewatch #was it witcher S2???#because otherwise it's been rebels and amphibia and dark crystal rewatches #speaking of kaite we gotta get back to toadstool tuesdays #now that i'll be FREE OF THIS FIC

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pinestripes · 4 years ago

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On the Cancelation

Yesterday, I logged onto tumblr and saw the first sentence of a post announcing The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance had been canceled. I exited out of the tab immediately, and I didn’t touch tumblr for the rest of the day.

I needed to live in a world where AOR could continue for a little while longer. I was still riding the high of finding out the show had won the Emmy. I felt so blindsided. I needed to sleep on it and be in denial for another day.

So I did. And you know what? Today, it doesn’t hurt as much. If I’m being honest, I’ve had a feeling this was coming. Between the silence from Netflix, the dodging from showrunners (whom I applaud and adore and do not at all blame), and the pandemic, my hopes have been slowly dwindling for months. A part of me has been preparing myself for this.

So am I sad? Oh, absolutely. I’m probably going to cry a little. Maybe rewatch the movie this weekend, the series over the next few weeks. Listen to the soundtrack nonstop. Finally dust off that fic I drafted a year ago and finish editing it.

But mostly, I’m just still flabbergasted and thrilled that the show exists. Not only is it something completely unique, something that hearkens back to old styles of filmmaking, but it’s well-written and compelling in its own right. It’s a prequel of a nostalgic property, but it’s a prequel that actually enriches the original movie, and it’s not just a nostalgia-fueled cash grab.

It’s a massive, epic, beautiful passion project that actually got the funding, and the time, and the love it deserved.

And you know what? In this era of entertainment that goes for the lowest common denominator--the same tired tropes with no new twists, sequels and prequels and reboots that don’t add anything to their originals, cheap cash grabs--the fact that AOR exists at all is phenomenal. It’s an anomaly.

And even though I’m sad, I think I’m more grateful than anything.

#everyone else is giving their thoughts #i thought i'd throw my two cents in anyway #mostly for my own benefit than anything #the dark crystal #the dark crystal: age of resistance #tdc:aor #pinestripes babbles

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claudia-kishi · 4 years ago

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hello i was tagged by @archiegoodwin, thank you for including me 🥺

first creation and most recent creation of 2020: too lazy to find out which one i did first, but the first gifsets i made were of the hawaii 50 crossover with magnum pi... hehe. one with magnum making fun of juliet bc of the dog, one of my pain. the most recent that has posted is this ele wakeup set from we are everyone. :]

one of your favourite creations from 2020: um me crying about this joanlock gifset like... pain

a creation you're really proud of: i’m not really proud of my creations lol, i just make them... hehe

a new style you tried this year and a creation that uses it: i also have tried like no new styles really i am boring

your favourite colouring: my coloring is also basic lol

a creation that took you forever: this claudia gifset took me AGES!!!!!!! only because i had to screenrecord since i couldn’t find a download

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes: this ele post got 2.1k notes thanks guys lol

a creation you think deserved more notes: all my gifsets, please love me ppl

a creation with a favorite scene/quote: FAVE SCENE most recently i cry

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: all of my bsc edits!!!!! hehe :)

a creation you made that breaks your heart: this claudia and mimi set truly ended me, i’m SO emo about it STILL.

a 'simple' creation that you really love: all of my joan watson and claudia kishi outfit sets :’)

a creation that was inspired by another one: uh my sets aren’t really inspired by anything but me rewatching tv excessively whoops!

a favourite creation created by someone else: asldkfjasldkfj i’m so bad i don’t remember anything i’m sorry.

i literally don’t remember much of what i’ve created since i’ve been making sooooo many gifsets nonstop since like. may. mistakes!!!!!!! thank you all for your support this year. <3

#textythings

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whimsyswastry · 5 years ago

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Quarantine Questionnaire

Thank you for the tag @pigeontheoneandonly — it gives me something to do when I’m laying in bed freaking out over the fate of the world. And I’m only halfway kidding. 😨

Are you staying home from work or school?

I’ve been unable to work since 2016 due to health, so neither? Although I have been taking an extraordinary amount of online coding and web design courses, so you could say I’m staying home from school.

If you’re staying home, who’s with you?

My spouse 💛, his mother, and his grandparents, and my crazy af basset mix Daisy Mayhem. We’re all crammed in like sardines for the quarantine. It’s certainly been a struggle at times, but it’s also a huge blessing having them here.

Are you a homebody?

Yes! Most days it’s just me, my dog, and my laptop. And I like it that way. Although, I must say, even though I’m not leaving home there’s still too many people around for me to feel comfortable and be productive. If everyone stays home, it stops being a quiet, serene work atmosphere.

An event that you were looking forward to that got canceled.

E FUCKING 3. I don’t really care about the convention itself, I never go. But I was really hoping for a Dragon Age 4 trailer (or more realistically, just another teaser) or the Mass Effect Remake announcement that I was hoping and praying would be one of those “AVAILABLE NOW!” surprises.

What movies have you watched recently? What shows are you watching?

I recently saw Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle which was much better than I anticipated and The Imitation Game which kept my attention better than anything I’ve seen in a long, long time. As far as shows, my husband and I are watching The Last Ship (yes, we’re aware watching a show about a virus that kills 80% of the world’s population probably isn’t the best idea) and we’re rewatching Bob’s Burgers, because we need something lighthearted to end the day.

What music are you listening to?

I was actually shocked to find out that I created the #Solavellan playlist I’ve been listening to nonstop in 2018. There’s no way I’ve been listening to the same playlist for two years. 😂 To be fair, the playlist is like 130 songs.

What are you reading?

My best friends and I decided to start a quarantine book club. Our first choice was The Cuckoo’s Calling. I’m about 30-40% done with it and I am SO BORED. I feel like it’s one of those stories that would be amazing onscreen, but it just doesn’t translate well on the page. It’s literally just a series of interviews.

[EDIT: So, apparently I forgot to a question. My bad everyone.

What are you doing for self-care?

The same things I always do. Since I’ve been staying home for a few years now, I’ve realized how important it is to maintain a routine and also get fresh air. So, in the morning I wake up and do my coding until about 1. Then I spend about 90 minutes (provided it’s warm) outside with my dog. When I come in, I usually have an indulgent snack (dried mango, a frozen yogurt bar, etc.) and start whatever video game I’m playing. Then after dinner is when we stream The Last Ship. And at night I either read or play a ridiculous (but fun) mobile game, Kingdom of Heckfire (it’s a mock version of Clash of Clans). ]

I want to tag... @oops-gingermoment @radio-chatter @midnightprelude @obvidalous @andrastes--ass

#about whimsy

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early-sxnsets · 5 years ago

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Put A Ring On It

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19934752

Epilogue of “It’s A Handheld Disaster”

Word Count: 2165

Summary: After years of being together, Baz finds the perfect spot to propose at.

Notes: this fic has been a long time in the works--as in, i started it nearly two months ago, didn’t have a laptop for a month and a half, and finally was able to finish it tonight. this goes out to @the-lincyclopedia, who i promised this to a while ago (i’m sorry it took so long omg). i hope y’all like it!!!

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“You really won’t tell me where we’re going?”

The cellophane wrap around the flowers squeaks as I squeeze the stems, letting them roll in my hands as Baz’s fingers keep snuggly wrapped around my bicep. I feel his index and middle finger tap a few times while the soft rumble of his voice just barely escapes the thundering noise of the underground.

“No.”

My lips press together as I huff, staring out into darkness.

Fucking drama queen, with his blindfolding and romantic gestures.

“I hate you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

I can’t stop myself from smiling, even if it’s a tiny smirk. “Never have. Doesn’t change the sentiment, though.”

His hand curls tighter, pulling the fabric of the nice shirt he made me wear. The car jostles, and we roll our feet with the track’s bumps. It isn’t really jarring, but instead a bit calming. Baz’s head drops to the top of mine, settling there as his hair falls down and brushes my cheek. I move to push it off, but it falls right back into place.

“Do you not trust me?” Baz murmurs, his hand sliding down to mine as my nose wrinkles.

“Of course I do,” I protest back, taking hold of his hand and pressing out palms together. His fingers sink right into place. “After nearly half a decade, I don’t think I have much a choice, do I?”

Pause. “No, not really.”

“Thought so.” We lean against one another, the car of the train rocking a bit and starting to squeal into the next station.

“Mind the gap between the train and the platform,” it stirs, the masculine voice speaking over head before changing to, “This is, Bakers Street.”

Baz gives my arm a good tug, leading us out of the Tube as I blink curiously. Yes, sure, there’s a few things around here that are worth the trip. Like that one shop with the fantastic lemon poppy muffin, or the zoo, and of course the Gastrell museum, but it’s all usually a bit of a splurge given our usual budget (especially since his father stopped sending cheques once we graduated).

“Can I take off the blindfold yet?” I ask, feeling him pull me out towards the stairs.

“Not yet,” he calls, steps ahead and voice getting lost amongst the crowd. In hopes of keeping him close, I tighten my grip and carefully follow him step by step.

The crowd keeps around us, and finally breaks as we rise up into the outside, city air.

It’s a change in volume now. Moving cars, passing busses, and the remarkable scent of the nearby street cart vendors.

Baz drifts close enough that I can take hold of his bicep, feeling the slight chill of his skin underneath as I walk closely to his side. “How far?”

He hums beside me, other hand closing around our joint ones as the wrap for the flowers audibly catch on his face. “Not even five minutes--will you hold up until then? Please?”

I sigh, dramatically, and tighten the hand around his arm. “Five minutes?” I enthuse dramatically. “Better be for the bloody Queen.”

“I thought I was the queen of this town?”

“Drama queen, maybe.”

I feel a pinch at my arm, and I can’t help but smile, tugging him closer as we slow our strides. His hand circles around mine, rubbing my wrist and soothing my nerves as we step in time together. It feels like we’ve always been like this--in synch. I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, but we’re always in this rhythm.

I wonder, sometimes, if that’s what made me fall in love with him. The beat. A nonstop back and forth. A pace to our connection.

Something irreplaceable. Something I don’t know if anyone could ever replicate.

We weave about and walk in time until we get to a stop. He tugs my arm back, looping his free hand around my elbow as I halt and turn at his will. Suddenly, he lets go before steady hands work around my skull, unwrapping and untying the careful knot in my blindfold.

Once it falls, I see it in fine, carved lettering.

“The Huxley Gastrell Museum”

I turn slowly back, barely seeing the excitement contained on Baz’s face as he tries to gesture up cooly. “Well?”

“Holy shit,” I laugh. I don’t have much else to say, or do, besides hug him tight, nearly making the flowers fly everywhere as I exclaim “Holy shit!” once more.

He smirks proudly, arms circling around me and tugging our bodies together. Keeping mindful, I carefully tuck my face into his neck and press a soft, slow kiss to his skin. It’s a bit cold to the touch, but easy to indulge in.

He hums, clearly grinning as he speaks. "Happy anniversary, my love."

Pulling back, my face starts to hurt from all the smiling. "Fuck you, and your surprises," I breathe cheekily, nose brushing his as I go in for the kiss.

We laugh together before he hauls me into line, letting me practically curl around his bicep and kiss his shoulder as often as I like. Screw anti-PDA bullshit, he's getting all my affections.

“How long have you been planning for this one, then?” I hum, glancing around the street as I think through it. Sure, he’s been putting in hours at the bookshop he’d took the job at last year, and we’ve been eating out a bit less, but I’d figured we’d just been saving generally.

Not that this is expensive, or anything. Just not something we tend to work towards spending money on. Still, not a terrible surprise by any means, regardless as to how deep we are (or really, aren’t) in the fandom, nowadays.

It isn’t like we abandoned our love of it at all--quite the opposite, really. Our bedroom practically has a shrine, after all. Stacked special editions, antique copies of the book. Copper busts, the collector’s item dolls. Hell, Baz even got the same type of violin that Gastrell plays as a holiday gift two years ago that just sits there and collects dust as a display centrepiece. It feels like, sometimes, we appreciate it more than we did when we were younger.

But our worlds changed.

We found new ways to cope. New ways to love.

Healthier things to enjoy.

Our blogs are still up, but just shifted a bit. Mine ran out of focus and is mostly my shitposts now, while he’s moved towards more life-updates sort of shit. He’s got enough followers accumulated over time that they shockingly care about what we do now, but the overarching urge to post about Gastrell has died down.

Now it’s just people asking about our lives (and Penny’s too, by relation). It’s a bit amazing that people actually care about shit like our relationship, but it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy when people ask if we’re planning on getting married. Which, we agreed that we’d wait until we were done schooling to figure out that far into the future.

Although, now that we’re done, it feels like neither of us have mentioned it. And, while it doesn’t feel awkward, it still comes back into my mind every now and again as a question. I tend to ignore it. Figured we’ll talk about it when he’s ready.

But now? Now we’re in a happy place, regardless. Separated from the past now, and moving towards a new life.

Which excludes most of our old online life--guess isn’t a shock, anyway. Given the fandom’s practically dead along with it. Still, we read reread the stories, rewatch the better episodes, and always use it as our go-to for a costume party.

But it feels like history, now.

It’s still part of our history--Huxley and Sammy. Part of their story has become part of ours.

“Planned the museum idea a month or two ago,” he says, a bit self-righteously (still a prick, after all this time). “Good idea, though, isn’t it?”

“Suppose so.” I shrug up to him as we step ahead. “Lucky guess, but good idea.”

“I never guess on these sorts of things.”

“Liar.”

Together, we wrinkle our noses up to one another, then follow the line as it scoots closer, people piling into the bottom of the shop.

We’ve been down here before--we came here the first week we moved into London. Which, strangely, feels like centuries ago now.

We didn’t have much money to do anything, but we just wanted to peer inside, given this space is free. Fiona bought us some housewarming mugs here that day.

I smile when I see the same ones, looking over them as we brush past and head towards the ticket booth for the proper parts of the building.

Baz pays with cash as I lean against his arms, trying to get a good look up and sniffing my flowers happily. It looks like what I’d imagined from the book--especially with the way Baz peppers in emphasis on details.

He reads a story aloud whenever I can’t sleep. We’ve gotten through all the stories twice now.

I tug on his sleeve again as he’s thanking the ticketer, practically buzzing as he laughs at me and finally follows along as I dash up.

“Why don’t we start at the top?” Baz says gently as I practically skip my way upwards. “Work our way down?”

I shrug, nodding silently as we brush past other people stopping off immediately at the second floor. I tug him along, taking some steps two at a time to get up and finally start to look about the space. And, while it isn’t quite boring, the third floor fascinates us both a bit more, despite the wax sculptures feeling a bit creepy. I’ve never quite been one for lifelike shit that isn’t living, after all.

Still, it’s interesting. The staple items--the ones to gawk at. The ones I tug his arm over, watching him grin as I excitedly sneak in references.

He stays a bit silent most of the time, his hand in his jacket (which I probably should make fun of him for--it feels a bit too warm for thicker clothes). Sometimes I catch him staring at me instead, which I tease him a bit for, but he nudges my arm and rolls his eyes as his response.

“There’s only one Gastrell Museum,” I remind him at one point.

He shrugged, which made me feel a bit off, but I shrug away the thought. Maybe something to talk about later.

I do catch him after we make it down to the second floor, though. Give him a good peck on the cheek as we huddle into a corner.

He raises a brow as I stare up, one hand settling onto his chest.

“Just… wanted to say thank you for a fantastic present,” I whisper. “I don’t know if my anniversary breakfast quite lives up to this one.”

His face breaks into a private grin, eyes rolling as he kisses my cheek back. “I thought the pancakes were an excellent effort,” he whispers, making my cheeks flush.

Effort is the right word for them.

“Thanks,” I scoff softly before we step into the main room, glancing briefly before deciding to head through the back rooms first before taking it all in.

It’s fun to gaze around the bedrooms, sure, but I’m practically bouncing on the balls of when we make it back to the main one.

Baz lets go of me as I take a step closer to their armchairs set up, borderline vibrating as I peer around the space in front of me. “Hey Baz,” I start, going to spin around as I speak. “Can we take a picture of--”

I nearly drop my fucking flowers, staring wide-eyed as he exhales, kneeling down and staring up at me with raised eyebrows.

“Holy--”

His smile and hand movement cuts me off as he opens a box, grinning like a madman. I swear, I’ve never seen him this genuinely joyful. Half makes me wonder if he’s just having a laugh, but fucking hell, the ring that he’s got int here looks expensive and old. “Simon,” he says gently. “I could give you a year’s-long speech about why I love you, but it’s never going to properly summarize how I feel. You have been, and still are, the most important thing in my life, and I’d be honored if you--”

“Stop rambling,” I laugh, bending down to grab his face. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

He blinks, a little taken aback by my response, but ends up just pushing himself up and snogging me, right in the middle of the room.

Screw the fannish shit I wanted to do--kissing Baz in the middle of the Gastrell museum is probably both the best possible and most appropriate thing for us to do here.

After all, it is part of our history.

#it's a handheld disaster #carry on #snowbaz #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #mine #ficlet #one shot #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #baz pitch #simon #baz

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imnotcameraready · 5 years ago

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chivalry is dead (19 [INTERMISSION 2])

A/N: cut to me rubbing my little fly hands together — i am SO excited to get this ball started that i’m literally boutta post 2 chapters, so bear with me here ,., also, posting them now because i’ve gotta go to work at around 11 and then dont wanna do posting/edits at like, midnight lmao

bc that’s when im just gonna. keep writing., im so excited for this arc y’all im literally shaking

WARNINGS: massive descriptions of disassociation, being lightheaded, mentions of being dehydrated, mentions of not eating, threats of being pushed down the stairs, bandage mention ig? — i think that's all on this one!!!

Words: 1181

AO3 link!

MASTERPOST! <– look here!! for the longterm warnings!! including sympathetic Deceit and cursing/swearing!

enjoy !!! <3 <3 <3 <3

“You’re in my world now, not your world~”

“Why are there so many stairs?”

“And I’ve got foes on the other side~”

“Wait, that’s not the lyric.”

“Sit down at my table~”

“.....Fine.”

“Put your mind at ease~”

“I put a spell on you~”

A small, tired laugh. “If you relax, it will enable me to do….”

“And now you’re mine~!”

“...Anything I please. I can read your future~”

“Be prepa-ared!”

“I can change it ‘round some, too~”

“Trust in me~”

More laughter. “Ironic.”

“Fuck off or I’ll drop you down the stairs. You started it!”

“I know, I know. It’s all almost done. I only hope Thomas is-I hope he’s okay.”

“Eh, who gives? He’ll be fine soon enough, don’t worry your bandages off. Come on, your gown is waiting.”

Thomas flicked his feet left and right, watching the television while paying absolutely zero attention while laying on the couch upside down. After failing to summon the Sides that morning, he’d gone to watch television, and found himself rewatching The Office again in a semi-binge state. It’d take a solid four days to watch it all but it wasn’t like Thomas had the motivation or drive to do anything else, despite the looming deadline on the new video’s script.

On any other day, he’d be able to hear Virgil screaming at him, Roman rushing around with ideas, butting heads with Logan over rewrites and edits. Patton’d pop in with some supportive words and an offer to make dinner sometimes.

But now? Now he wasn’t getting anything. It was as though all of his sides had clocked out at once — even Deceit and Remus weren’t delivering input. And whatever was holding back any of the other Sides he had (because, lets face it, Thomas had no idea how many Sides there were in total, especially not after Remus’ introduction) wasn’t letting up. So, using every ounce of deductive reasoning he had left, Thomas figured that he just. No longer had a personality.

The more he thought about that, though, the more he considered how irrational that would be. But he didn’t care enough to believe a separate reasoning? And didn’t have the focus, creativity, or capacity to think of a different explanation.

So, The Office.

He had been sitting on this couch for upwards of twelve hours. Probably bordering on sixteen to seventeen hours, but he couldn’t count. It was long past sunset outside, perhaps the stars were out.

An empty pizza box was sitting on the couch beside him. At least he had the common sense to eat one meal — an extra large pepperoni meal, but a meal nonetheless.

What the heck was happening?

The phone on his chin, balanced there out of boredom a few hours ago, buzzed and nearly fell off.

Thomas’ hand smacked up to it, causing his phone to fall and hit his nose. That caused a chain reaction of him falling over, first sideways onto the couch, then rolling off the couch all together and onto the floor.

So much for “nothing happening.” Thomas groaned as he pushed himself up onto his elbows and grabbed his phone, which had slid beneath the table.

He flicked it on.

JOAN —> IMG0492.JPG

Ah. Thomas squinted and opened it.

It was a Sanders Sides meme, one of the new templates. He covered his mouth and snorted with laughter, shaking his head.

Another text from Joan dinged.

JOAN —> you alive? you missed prime coffee shop writing hours

Oh, heck. Thomas mentally chided himself. He and Joan were going to hunker down at a cafe and hash out the new script today to get it done before the deadline. Of course he forgot, like an absolute doofus.

He began typing out a response. The thought of lying flitted through his mind, the excuse of being “out of it” wasn’t exactly the best reason. He thought for a second but he couldn’t even think of an adequate lie. Wow. Even Deceit had clocked out. Thomas probably should have tried to summon him, now that he thought about it. A little past time, but, oh well.

Alright, the truth. How the heck was he supposed to explain that he couldn’t think? Thomas pushed himself off the floor on his elbows, but winced as the weight seemed to leave his head almost immediately. He kept a hand on the couch as he sat up on his knees, one hand running through his hair and then resting on the back of his neck.

How long had he been sitting upside down again? Goodness gracious. Part of him wanted to be worried about the repercussions of not having a coherent thought process, but the other was kinda singing Disney songs on repeat.

In actuality, the most coherent thoughts he had held all day was the nonstop playlist of Disney songs that seemed to run through his head.

At least that meant Roman was still kicking? That’s what that meant, right?

Oh, yeah, the text. Thomas pushed himself up onto the couch, ignoring how both of his legs seemed to be asleep, buzzing with the prickly pain of pinched nerves and a lack of blood. Lack of blood. All the blood was in his head. Heheheh.

Gosh, he should sleep soon, he was getting light headed. Had he had any water today, actually? The thought of water made his throat run dry — no, no he hadn’t.

Focus, Sanders. He bit his tongue and typed out a response. Using both thumbs, because for some reason, his single-hand coordination was not working.

THOMAS —> Yeah. Sorry about that, I think I’m sick or something. Haven’t been able to hold a thought all day and my head is super light.

JOAN —> thats fair, do you have tea or some soup? :( if youre that sick do you wanna push the script deadline a day or two?

What did Thomas do to deserve Joan, they were always such a beacon of sunlight. He smiled to himself and responded as fast as he could while typing like a technologically illiterate fool, one letter per minute.

THOMAS —> That would be awesome. I’ve got tea, too. Think I’m gonna go to sleep soon though

THOMAS —> Could we push one day? And if you’re still not doing anything on Sunday, we could reschedule

JOAN —> okay, I’ll let the team know. you get some sleep!!

JOAN —> I’m down for prime coffee shop o’clock on Sunday. 9 am at brewed awakening?

JOAN —> if you need some soupy soup let me know

Then they sent a cat gif with hearts from Giphy. What an angel.

Thomas exhaled and leaned back on the couch. He put his phone flat on his forehead, then crossed his arms. That was the best news to come out of today, honestly. One day was better than no days. And if he and Joan could mix up some good ideas on Sunday, then all the better.

Hopefully that’d give the Sides enough time to figure out what the flip was happening in there.

taglists!

chivalry taglist: @starlightvirgil @forrestwyrm @daflangstlairde @marshmallow-the-panda @askthesnake @k9cat @patromlogil @theobsessor1 @ninja-wizard101 @fandomsofrandom

general taglist: @jemthebookworm @okay-finne

#chivalry au #thomas #thomas sanders #sanders sides #fic #my fic #roman #roman saners #ts roman #ts fanfic #pour one out for 1 braincell thomathy #hes been having a rough time #i like how as soon as remus was introduced ive begun sliding him in at every possibility #like im wow

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baebyboyjinyoung · 5 years ago

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MY THOUGHTS ON PDX101 BEFORE FINALE

Heh I wanted to share thoughts more often but I got a job (that didn't work out) and was overall lazy but I'll just ramble a little bit on episodes 9-11.

I loved Move and Pretty Girl!! Those two songs were my faves, the trainees suited both those songs so well and the songs are v catchy (the Movex2 version tho had me dying)

Monday to Sunday team was v selfless for accepting Dongyun and for working so hard to pull off that performance

I'm v proud of the Super Special Girl team for killing that performance. Sihoon as a center was a great choice. I felt bad for Suhwan for never being able to be a main vocal during PDX101, but he was able to support Yuvin the entire time v well.

Wooseok got some serious evil editing during U Got It, but he came out p unscathed seeing how he's still number 2 LMAO but good on Wooseok for not letting that get him down

Seungwoo was so sensual and handsome during the U Got It performance. I'm really sad Byungchan couldn't remain in PDX101, but I hope he rests and recovers well so we can see him again soon.

Does anyone feel like the trainers this season are hella mean and offputting? Like I can't get over the "this is the first time I wasn't disturbed by Minkyu's performance" line. I dunno whats up with them this season, maybe it's just me too i dunno

The sports day and makeup day the trainees had was so cute! I've been rewatching those clips nonstop

All four starship trainees made it into the top 20 I'm so shook!! I'm v happy for all of them, I'm worried that Starship stans will be spread thin and then none of the trainees will make it TT

I can't believe Jinwoo didnt make it my heart completely broke seeing him cry, along with Jinhyuk's reaction to him being eliminated

Poor hangyul kept getting moved around in the final songs TT I hope he ends up with a little more than 10 syllables as his entire performance

I'm proud of Hyungjun for becoming leader again, I hope he doesnt get overstressed TT

I like everyone in the top 20, but I dont know if I'll love the top 11 as much. My ideal top 11 would be

Lee Hangyul

Han Seungwoo

Song Hyungjun

Lee Jinhyuk

Koo Jungmo

Keum Donghyun

Cho Seungyoun

Hwang Yunseong

Son Dongpyo

Song Yuvin

Kim Minkyu

Tbh I feel like only 40% of these guys will get into the top 11 but I will be content with this group.

How nervous are y'all for the finale?? Who are your picks? How content are you with the top 20 right now? Let me knoww, and if you read this far, thanks for listening to me ramble, I can't tell how coherent whatever I wrote is heh.

#produce x 101 #lee hangyul #han seungwoo #song hyungjun #lee jinhyuk #koo jungmo #starship

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poliwhirl42 · 5 years ago

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Kind of a life update...?

It’s kind of scary how far into the rabbit hole I’ve gone with My Hero Academia these past few weeks. Like, I rewatched Season 3, obviously I’m starting the 4th season, and I’ve been reading a shit ton of fanfiction. 😅

I dunno, I just love all the characters so much. They inspire me to work harder and be a better person. Kirishima inspires me to get stronger and be kind to everyone. I just joined a gym for the first time in a long time, and I can’t wait to start exercising properly (this time on a normal sleep schedule) and increasing my upper body strength. I gotta channel Kiri as much as I can, I guess! I don’t think I’ll develop his rock-hard abs anytime soon (or like, ever lol), but it doesn’t hurt to try!

Pokemon’s fallen a little to the wayside. 😅I was SO good with watching SuMo and then these past few weeks it’s been on-and-off (haven’t even seen the last two weeks’ episodes), but eh...it’s hard being so temporarily wrapped up in something else. Honestly I’m just kinda waiting for all the hype to die down between the end of SuMo and beginning of the new generation. Pokemon hype honestly stresses me out. I guess it has to do with pressure to react to everything immediately, which isn’t really my speed (especially for the games). I mean I’m excited for them, and I’m glad I made the right choice in choosing the “underdog” Shield, because Galarian Ponyta is absolutely adorable and so pretty! But eh...yeah.

Aside from quietly fandoming, and nonstop doctors’ appointments, I’ve been trying to keep as busy as I can, and it’s been fun and relaxing! I got to see @uravityesque last week for the first time in 3 years and she’s as amazing as ever, and I also got to see group of friends from college last Saturday for brunch in the city and karaoke afterwards. Initially I was nervous because they all live very close by and hang out more frequently than I see them (which is maybe once or twice a year), but the second I saw everyone, their faces lit up and I received waves and hugs and it was like no time has passed at all. ;; They even invited me to a Halloween party in a few weeks which I’m excited about. I definitely want to continue pushing myself to be social and more confident.

The anxiety and “numb” episodes coming off from the night shift and also not having a job still come in waves, and there are some days I get really confused about what the fuck I’m gonna do with my life next. I can’t decide if I want to continue the video editing route or just do it as a side gig/for fun. I’m toying with the idea of going to grad school- possibly to get a Master’s in either counseling or education- and we’re going to check out an open house tomorrow night, so we’ll see how that goes. I miss the school environment (or at least small warm tight-knit communities in general), and ultimately right now, the city life isn’t for me. I want to do something rewarding with my life, and help other people, and working in the news was not making me happy or fulfilling that desire. I honestly hate what the news has become, with all networks constantly competing and prioritizing ratings and “who can slam Trump more” over actual cold hard facts and good stories that need to be told! So yeah, for now I think it’s time to go another route. I just hope in the meantime I can find a temporary office position or something similar to at least get out of the house each day and make some money since my bank account is starting to dwindle...

Anyway uh this got really long but I kinda wanted to write down my thoughts and summarize what the last three weeks have been like since I quit my job and came home. I’m really trying to live in the present and take everything day by day, even if not every day is easy. Luckily my parents have been very supportive, and it’s been so good getting to chat and stream with my Crew more often. They’re so wonderful and I’m so grateful we have each other as a strong support system too. ;;

If you’ve read this far, thanks for indulging in my incessant rambling! I’ve been spending more time here lately and it’s been pretty great with how peaceful it is now. 😉💙🌀

#holy shit this got way longer than it needed to be haha #it was supposed to be MHA-related and then delved into real life lol #Poli's Whirld

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harrieserendipity · 4 years ago

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thank you for tagging me @hannah-stagram ❤️

edit: whoops i just realized u tagged me too bby thank u ily @babyyhoneyydarling ignore my tag for you to do it lolol ❤️❤️❤️

last song: i’ve been listening to golden nonstop since the video came out. it’s my comfort song now for some reason the song and video make me feel like i could do anything if i wanted to, and there’s just no bad feelings for three and a half minutes. it’s the best💛

last movie: umm.. i rewatched the hunger games last week i think that’s the most recent thing i watched

reading: 12 different research articles about gun control. i’m struggling send help please

craving: for it to be friday afternoon when my research paper is turned in and i don’t have to worry about anything until sunday

i’m shit at tagging so umm @babyyhoneyydarling and @ughtheirpower if you haven’t been tagged and i wanna do it go for it 💛

Tag 9 people you want to know better !

Tagged by : @sebastiinstan 💌

Last song - sofia by tmg

Last movie - the last one I REALLY liked was Loving Vincent

Reading - just finished an atlas of impossible longing..so beautiful

Craving - leaving my house for any reason PLEASE

I'll just be tagging everyone I love seeing on my dash:

@fuckoldmansteve @stuckydeservesbetter @harrysthiccthighss @crashintoyourworld @sharkiechiko @steverrogers @magicandstarstuff @caraldanvars

And the classics - @ixalit @musette22 @riricitaa @kazablanka96

This fandom is so great because of all of you 🎉🎉

#tag game

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waitineedaname · 7 years ago

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Seeing Color

Skam month: week three, day three / AU

(AO3)

When Jonas first met his soulmate, it was in the middle of a fight.

He wasn’t entirely sure why the fight started. He just knew that when he walked out of Syng, Isak was shoving some guy with floppy hair, and then another guy punched Isak so hard he fell over.

Everything after that felt like a blur of action. Mahdi launched himself into it first. Typically non-violent Mahdi, loyal to a fault, had jumped right in the middle of it and he was in the face of the guy who hit Isak before Even could even get Isak to his feet. All the other guys who had been crowded around surrounded them, and Jonas couldn’t tell if they were trying to pull the fight apart or join it. Jonas knew he wasn’t thinking straight, but his best friend was sporting a bloody nose and he was angry and buzzed and - this revelation hit him as he pulled one of the taller guys out of the throng and laid a hit on his jaw - these were the guys who’d walked in and made Even so scared, so fuck it, Jonas could deal with a few rash decisions.

The floppy-haired guy appeared in his peripheral vision, trying to get in between him and the guy he was grappling with, and then he was in front of Jonas and yelling at him to stop! and what the fuck is your problem?! and Jonas grabbed his wrists and looked up and-

And everything slowed for a second. The guy’s frightened, worried eyes met his own angry ones, and the whole world shifted. It was subtle, and the colors were slightly dulled, but the world wasn’t black and white anymore. As the guy’s expression shifted to that of shock, he knew he was seeing it too.

Jonas gritted his teeth. No. Soulmates didn’t matter right now. Sticking up for his best friend did. So he kept shoving, and the guy kept trying to push him back until Mahdi was getting between them and everyone was leaving and he was able to catch his breath.

He looked over at them leaving one more time as he went over to Isak and saw him looking back. They shared half a second of eye contact and he saw confusion and worry on his face before Jonas looked away. Of fucking course it had to happen like this.

-----

They’d rushed Isak off to the hospital, the four of them an anxious, protective shield around him as they rode the tram and escorted him to the waiting room. Even had done most of the talking, but now he was quiet, staring down at the floor and bouncing his knee as they waited to hear from the nurse who’d taken Isak to get looked at.

Jonas knew he wasn’t in the mood to talk. He’d seen the look on his face when those guys had walked into the bar, and he’d seen the worry in his eyes every time he looked at Isak’s purpling face. Jonas really shouldn’t pry. But it was going to eat at him if he didn’t.

“Who was that guy?” He asked, breaking the silence. Even looked up at him, eyes dull and tired. “The one Isak shoved, I mean.”

Even let out a long sigh and looked down again, knee bouncing harder. “Mikael. He’s… an old friend.”

Jonas wanted to ask more, but the nurse came in before he could, and they all jumped to their feet when she told them they could come see Isak. Jonas didn’t ask Even anything else that evening.

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Jonas went home that night and dug through the internet for any trace of Mikael. He found a private facebook, which he refrained from sending a friend request to, and a youtube channel, populated with videos of him and the other four guys that had been at Syng.

Before he knew it, it was two in the morning and he’d watched all the videos at least three times each. His eyes were drawn to Mikael the whole time, and the way he smiled and joked easily with his friends. They all seemed like genuine and good people, and his mind was swimming with questions.

What had happened between them and Even that made him look so scared? What did Mikael do to make Isak shove him?

Why did he have to be soulmates with someone with so many complications?

-----

The second time Jonas met his soulmate, it was at Eva’s party. He’d bitten his tongue for weeks, restraining the itch to interrogate Even and Isak and Sana about the boys after it all went to hell, about Mikael in particular. But he saw the ansty look that came over Even’s eyes when he thought no one was paying attention, he saw the big purple bruise on Isak’s face, he saw how closed off Sana seemed, and he decided it was best to just leave it.

When Jonas arrived at Chris’s house with Isak and Even and saw the guys off a computer screen for the first time since Syng, he expected it to be tense. He expected another fight. What he didn’t expect was Even to be greeted with smiles and hugs, a bright smile on his own face as joined into their little pack like nothing happened.

Jonas pulled Isak aside before he could join the crowds of people and glanced over at the group Even had melded into so comfortably. “What the hell’s going on?” He asked in hushed tones.

Isak followed his gaze and shrugged. “They talked this week. Elias-” He pointed to him, but Jonas had rewatched their videos enough times to recognize all of them. “-he messaged Even and they met up to finally, you know, talk it all out. They’re good guys,” He added after a moment, awkwardly scratching just below where his black eye used to be. “I-... I fucked up big time.”

Jonas glanced up at his friend. That was not an easy thing for Isak to admit, he knew that. He clapped him on his shoulder and gave him the most sincere look he could. “You were just trying to protect Even. He was scared and you acted without thinking. Not the first time you’ve done that.” He teased gently, smiling when Isak laughed softly and shrugged. “Yeah, good point. But Even’s really happy now. It’s good for him to be around them again,” Isak had that smile on his face that he always got when he looked at Even, and Jonas found himself grateful for the thousandth time that his friend had found a soulmate that made him so damn happy. Isak turned to face him again and nudged his shoulder. “I’m gonna go find some booze and the birthday girl. Catch you later.”

Jonas nodded and let him wander off in Eva’s direction before turning his gaze back over to the pack of Bakka boys. His heart thudded a little harder when he found Mikael looking back at him, lingering to the side of the conversation. He tilted his head in a way he probably thought was subtle and stepped away from his friends to a more secluded area in the yard. Jonas hesitated a moment, then went after him.

“Hey.” Mikael smiled at him - not the big, toothy grin he had around his friends, but a small, somewhat cautious smile. Like he was waiting for Jonas’s reaction.

“Hey.” Jonas smiled back, but he knew he looked tense. He shifted a bit and rubbed the back of his neck. “I'm, uh. I'm sorry about pushing you. Back at Syng, I mean.”

“That's okay,” His smile widened a bit, starting to look more relaxed. “You were just trying to protect your friend. I get it.”

“Yeah.” Jonas nodded softly and fell silent, looking over where Isak had joined Even in a game of croquet against Elias. He glanced over at Mikael and found him looking in the same direction, his eyes soft and kind.

“Isak and Even… They're really soulmates, huh?” He finally asked after watching them for a while. Jonas nodded and Mikael smiled a bit. “Good. He seems to really make Even happy.”

“Yeah. They're good for each other.” Colors were coming into more focus, Jonas realized. More saturated the longer he stood with Mikael. “...Have you told anyone?” He asked before he could stop himself.

Mikael looked over at him and laughed. “About us? No. Oh god, no, that's way too hard to explain. ‘Hey Adam, you remember that guy with the cool eyebrows that bruised your jaw? Yeah, we’re soulmates, oops.’ No.”

Jonas breathed out a laugh and nodded. “Yeah, me neither.” He glanced over and grinned at him. “You think I've got cool eyebrows?”

Mikael looked surprised and turned to face him fully again. “Are you serious? Your eyebrows could kill a man. They’re better than any I've ever seen.”

Jonas laughed and bonked their shoulders together. “Thanks. I'm proud of my man-killing eyebrows.”

“You should be! They're fucking amazing.” They stood there, grinning at each other until Elias’s loud voice broke their moment.

“Mikael! Come here and help me teach these idiots how to play croquet!” His words were followed by a laugh from Even and Isak’s mock-offended ‘excuse you? I'm the master of croquet, I'm just holding back so you won't embarrass yourself.’ Mikael laughed and nodded over at him before turning back to Jonas.

“We’ll talk later, okay?” He waited until Jonas nodded before squeezing his shoulder and jogging over to join them.

That night, Jonas found a friend request on Facebook from one Mikael Øverlie Boukhal. He smiled softly and hit ‘accept.’

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They messaged pretty much nonstop, after that. Mikael had a soft spot for really surreal memes, he quickly found. His photos were almost 90% distorted images of Spongebob because of him. He also had a passionate love for film - like Even, except even more and more focused on the cinematography and editing, while the conversations he’d had with Even usually were about the directing side. He also really, really loved the Hei Briskeby channel. Every time a new video was put up, he sent it to Jonas for approval. Jonas loved every single one.

“Who are you texting?” Magnus asked, peering over his shoulder nosily. Jonas shoved himself further into the McDonald’s booth and locked his phone before Magnus could read his texts.

“No one.” He answered quickly. He wasn't sure why he was keeping it secret; the guys wouldn't mind at all if he told them. In fact, they'd probably drive him nuts with their congratulations. But… He just hadn't found the right time yet. He knew Mikael probably felt the same way, because he hadn't heard anything from his friends either.

“It’s probably that girl he’s been texting all week.” Mahdi suggested, tossing a fry at him. “The one that keeps making him smile.”

“Whatever. You’re just jealous because you haven’t gotten someone’s number in months.” Jonas grinned victoriously at the offended noise and cackles that got him. He looked over, pleased with his evasion, and found Isak staring at him all too knowingly. “...What?”

“Nothing.” Isak continued to look at him with a suspicious expression. Jonas knew he wanted to ask him more, but he respected his privacy too much to do it in front of everyone else. An anxious rock formed in the base of his gut as he realized this was not the last he was hearing of this.

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And it wasn't. It came back to bite him a week later, when he and Isak were getting stoned at Isak’s apartment. They were sitting on the balcony and he was wondering how the fuck both Isak and Even managed to sit out here when they both had the longest legs he'd ever seen when Isak’s voice broke his reverie.

“So,” Isak tilted his head back and looked at him with all-too-knowing eyes. “You wanna tell me what's going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jonas asked, playing dumb. Isak only snorted.

“Come on. We’ve known each since- what, were we like six?”

Jonas couldn’t help but smile a bit. “You were six. I was still five. And you cried every time the teacher would move our seats away from each other.”

Isak kicked him halfheartedly. “Shut up. But whatever, we’ve known each other for ages. I know when something’s going on with you.”

Jonas sighed and looked down, silent for a while. It wouldn’t hurt to tell Isak a little bit, would it? Not everything, but… something. “I… met my soulmate.”

Isak broke into a coughing fit, choking on the smoke he’d just inhaled too quickly. “What?” He finally managed to croak out. “Are you serious?” Jonas nodded and Isak’s face lit up in a proud grin. “Holy shit! Congrats, man, that’s awesome.”

“Yeah,” Jonas smiled a bit. “Yeah, it’s cool.”

“Who is it? Or-” He added. “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s chill.”

“Yeah, I think I’d rather run it by him before I tell anyone. Sorry,” Isak waved him off, and Jonas was grateful. He knew Isak had kept the fact that he’d met his soulmate secret for months before finally telling him, and he was a good enough friend to let Jonas do the same. Isak looked like he was going to drop it for a moment, then Jonas’s words seemed to actually hit him.

“Wait. Him?!”

“...Fuck.”

Isak gave him the biggest shit-eating grin. “Your soulmate is a guy, holy shit.” He laid his head back against the wall and laughed. “I knew I wasn’t the only one that wasn’t straight. Oh thank god.”

Now it was Jonas’s turn to kick him gently and tell him to shut up. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Isak’s grin became a little bit more sincere. “Hey, no, I’m serious. I’m really happy for you. Is he nice? Good looking guy?” He said the last part in what Jonas could only guess was an attempt to sound like him when Isak finally told him about Even.

“Yeah,” Jonas grinned a bit. “Better than you, at least.”

“What?! Wait, you mean he’s nicer or he’s better looking?”

“Both.”

“Fuck off!” Isak kicked him again, harder this time, and Jonas could only laugh. “Why am I only friends with assholes, what the fuck.”

Jonas’s laugh slowly subsided and he found Isak smiling at him.

“You’ll tell me who it is eventually, right?”

“Yeah. Just give me time.”

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“Mikael, if you wanted fries, you should have just ordered fries.”

“Yeah, but they taste better when they’re on someone else’s plate.” Mikael said with a grin, stealing another one of Jonas’s fries. They were at the burger place that was quickly becoming their place ever since they realized they had the same taste in food. It was halal, so Mikael didn’t have to worry, and it was both close enough to their houses that it was an easy date spot and out of the way enough that they didn’t have to worry about their friends showing up out of nowhere and asking difficult questions.

Mikael sat back in his seat, apparently satisfied with the amount of fries he’d stolen, and picked at what was left of his burger. “Jonas?” He said after a while, clearing his throat. “Yeah?” Jonas eyed him worriedly. Mikael normally looked so relaxed, but he was suddenly looking tense and nervous. He looked up at Jonas and licked his lips.

“We’re soulmates, right? You started seeing color at the same time I did?”

“Yes…?”

“So-” He took a breath, as if he were bracing himself for something. “As my soulmate, you need to know something. About me.” Jonas was really starting to get apprehensive, but he kept his mouth shut and let Mikael take his time to say what he needed to. “I’m… asexual. Or demisexual, I’m not sure yet, but- I know a lot of people expect to have sex with their soulmates, but I don’t know if that- if that’s really for me, you know? I just- I thought you needed to know.”

Jonas stared at him for a long minute, then smiled a bit. “Is that it? Mik, you didn’t need to worry about that. It’s completely chill. Don’t worry.”

Mikael looked like a massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “Seriously? You’re not, like, disappointed?”

“I told you, it’s chill.” Jonas started to reach across to hold his hand, then paused. “Wait, do you have any specific boundaries? Like, how far can physical affection go?”

Mikael smiled and bridged the last inch to hold Jonas’s hand. “Stuff like this is fine, and kissing and cuddling and stuff. Just nothing that involves genitals.” His nose crinkled a bit at the last part, and Jonas’s heart swelled a bit.

“So… can I kiss you right now?” He asked, and Mikael grinned wider, nodding and leaning across the table to kiss him. It was soft and chaste and Jonas felt like it was the best thing in the world.

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It was July, and they’d finally decided it was time to tell everyone.

Yousef still wasn’t back from Turkey, so to fill the void, Elias had made the executive decision to bring in Even’s new friends - or, more specifically, Isak and his friends - for a video. To spice things up, he said. Which was why Jonas was sitting on the floor in front of the far too crowded couch with Mikael sitting behind him.

Jonas was pretty sure it seemed casual enough. He’d seen all their videos before this and he’d hung around them enough at this point to know there was no shortage of affection between these guys. So Mikael gently combing his fingers through Jonas’s hair didn’t really distract them from whatever challenge they were making Mutta and Magnus go head to head in (he thought it might be the chubby bunny challenge, but if he was being honest, he stopped paying attention once Mikael has started playing with his hair.)

When Mikael bent over and kissed him flat on the lips, however, the room fell silent. Jonas knew every single one of their friend’s eyes were on them, but he ignored them and kissed back until-

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Mikael laughed and pulled away to face an exasperated Elias. “In the middle of the video?”

“We thought it was time to tell you guys.” Jonas shrugged, leaning back against Mikael.

“Wait!” Isak sat up from where he’d been slouching on Even’s lap and looked at Jonas. “Is he the guy you were talking about? Your soulmate?”

The room erupted with squawks of surprise and Mikael laughed, propping his chin on top of Jonas’s head. “Aw, you talked about me with Isak?”

“Yes!” Isak interjected before Jonas could respond, looking exaggeratedly offended. “And he said you were nicer and better looking than me!” Their friends let out a collective “OHH” and Mikael laughed even harder.

“Okay, new competition!” Adam said, shoving Mikael’s shoulder gently. “Who’s the more disgustingly cute couple? You two versus them two.” He gestured to them, then Isak and Even.

“We’d win!” Even pronounced, kissing the top of his boyfriend’s head. “Besides, Mikael wouldn’t compete against his best buddy, right?”

Mikael fixed him with a deathly serious face. “There are no friends in war.” The room broke into raucous laughter again and Mikael dropped the act to grin playfully. Their friends successfully distracted by bickering over which couple was more disgustingly cute, he looked down at Jonas. His smile softened slightly and he pressed a kiss to Jonas’s forehead. “That went well.”

“Yeah. I’m glad we told them.”

“I’m glad it was you I could tell them about.” Mikael grinned and kissed him lightly. Mahdi groaned from the other side of the couch.

“Okay, they win. Did anyone else see that shit? That was horrible.” Everyone groaned with him and Jonas knew they were going to be teased about this for weeks, but he didn’t care.

Because he was glad it was Mikael too.

#skam #skammonth #jonas noah vasquez #mikael øverlie boukhal #jonas/mikael #okay to reblog #my writing #i could tag all the characters that are in this fic but i feel like that'd be excessive #they're all tagged on the ao3 post so #i die for soulmate aus

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