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ok but moots assigned to fanfiction tropes!!
ahh omg dear anon thank you so much for sending this in !! I’ve been wanting to do this lol.
I feel like this might be a tad long so it shall be under the cut <3 also not @ me realizing most of my moots ult jeno asdf.
alesha [ @sungiescorner ] |
hmmmm. my first thought was college jeno au buT idk why I’m getting grease vibes. SO HYUNJAE GREASE VIBES. Like the whole 90’s (is grease set in the 90’s idk lmao) vibe with retro. basically your it’s grease but the roles are reversed !! Instead of the Alesha being the exchange student hyunjae is bc hyunjae is a soft bean. And you’re part of the schools like higher socitey thing (this is making no sense yay). But basically you’re part of the more rebellious group of the school and then you had a summer fling with hyunjae, until he appears at your school the first day. And chaos unfolds. And just bc I think tutor au’s are cute af hyunjae needs help w math and low and behold you are there to help him :)
mother in law [ @danishmiilk ] |
hehhehe. Obv we gotta go with do young your husband, and lemme tell you all we talk about is blowing up buildings. So doyoung mafia au !! Basically dy is the brains of most of the operations and one day while planning for idk blow up an sm building (we’ve had lengthy convos about this lmao) que you. who is just a genius at setting up bombs, from there sparks fly and you two become a dynamic duo (chemistry puns anyone??).
kathy [ @flirtyhyuck ] |
kathy my bb. Due to your current theme and bc I’m always down for sum badboy college au :) I wanna say a bad boy hyuck au? But in a college setting. you two first meet by accident bc your friend is in a frat and you had to be part of a project together so you walk over to the dreams frat house only for hyuck to answer the door. Now batboy hyuck tends to not be caught off guard but it’s you the person he’s been secretly pinning for most of the year so he kinda panics and gets really red. No worries chenle is there to tease him. But you still have to get your project done (little do you know this is all part of mark, jeno and renjuns plan tp get haechan to finally talk to you). So you end up waiting at their house bc rennin is supposed to be there in like ten minute, boy doesn’t show up. bUT you just spend time with hyuck and he asks you out by the end of it. This got long :)
bean ree [ @rouiyan ] |
Ree, my sweet bean !! My first thought when it comes to you is college au’s lol because you so good and amazing at writing them !! buT we WERE TALkINg ABOUT ROYALTY AU’S !! So royalty au w jeno omg. okie dokey, so you are both royals kinda. it’s a little bit enemies to lovers au whereas the second oldest (brother being first) you aren’t allowed to reign so bc of tradition (bad tradition) you have to marry into royalty of sorts. introducing lee jeno son of the lee’s who though not the strongest country are known for their activities and just tourism because their country is beautiful. you are shipped off to nct country to spend some time with your future husband. Now you don’t really hate jeno but you hate the idea of being shipped off to marry hence those feelings causing hate and aggressions towards jeno who is just like trynna be a nice and understanding bean (like he doesn’t want this either, and he’d just broken up with his s/o ). Fast forward three months and you slowly come accustomed to the place, learning about its government, and jeno begins to also warm up to you. Though you still don’t talk too much it gets better and you bond over the internal struggles that both of you have and slowly start to develop feelings for each other. but you still wanna have a say so your families agree that you won’t just be married but that you’d have power in both kingdoms kinda like an ambassador and im gonna stop here bc this is very long im soRRY.
sunny [ @neocitybynight ] |
bc blonde hair jeno with an undercut made a cb for a solid day, it’s blonde jeno time. i think we’ve talked before how much we both love idol au! so you’re both part of sm, different groups but the company (look at it have one good idea (o_O) and has you and jeno collab for a rap duet (?). it’s the first time you’ve met each other, but like things just kinda click. sunny is like such a hard-working person and I feel like jeno too their both super determined so they’d get all their work done pretty quickly and then just kinda hang and talk about everything and anything. imma stop here or idk where this will go lol.
mylin [ @starlit-jeno ] |
mylin !! my queen !! Ik your in hibernation rn so pls remain in hibernation !! Base off that a cute lil just stay at home date with jeno or mingi idk either one you choose lmao. But just a super laidback like put on random movies that you talk over occasionally and make fun off but also kinda enjoy them bc even though their bad their also fun to watch and entratinging :) w lots of cuddles and hugs and random forehead kisses.
furou [ @astroboy-lele ] |
Now I’m basing this off your username and the fact that we talked about among us lmao. Less go. So space au! With chenle !! For some reason (idk why just go along with it) there have been people dying in the spaceship. So the space ship crew the adults decided to make an investigation but don’t include anyone that aren’t “adults” but chenle isn’t having it as one of the people who died was his cousin. Now you two have best friends for a really long time so naturally you support him. So you two along with bb jisung who dragged along much to his protest of this being too scary for him and because he knew that chenle was in love with you so no way was chenle letting him out of his sight. Lets just say romance blooms along the crime investigation.
cherries [ @riothae ] |
Janna likes to hurt me w jeno but I don’t blame her bc has been just ok. anyways, sports au with jeno !! im thinking dancer au !! You guys have an assignment for your choreo class and are assigned partners that specialize in a diff style than you do. Jeno gets high key nervous and stressed af bc a. He’s an introvert and is awkward around new people and b. Kinda has a small crush on you, well on your style of dancing :) so you two are paired up, lets say your majoring in contemporary/modern dance and he’s specializing in acro and hip-hop. overall it’s just a cute lil thing and because the project is a whole trimester long ( so like 3 months ) you guys get pretty close and right as you end your performance on the day you do it on front on the whole school the ending is like a twirl type thing, and umm he leans in or you lean it and boom.
elle [ @joh--pping ] |
Elle !! She’s the sweetest angel ever !! So it only makes sense for a Johnny holiday au !! it’s an established relationship and basically just a fluff of you two setting up decorations for the holidays, (idk if you celebrate xmas so ahh sorry) but like putting up a tree and lights, getting hot chocolate jamming out to xmas music. I can see Johnny trying to get you to slow dance like even during a hype xmas song and it being very cute and intimate only for him to just start like jumping up and down right before you kiss. Anyways it would be filled with cuteness and fluff and stolen kisses and occasionally taking care of mark or jae.
#this got super long asdrt but i had sm fun !!#if anyone wants to use any of the ideas feel free but credit me ig lmao#anywhoos i hope y'all enjoyed this#anon mail#mooots
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Cabur
Chapter Eighteen
Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC (Aili Verdella) Warnings: choking (and not the sexy kind), miscommunication (so much of it), cursing, Kuiil attempting help Mando and Aili Word Count: 4.4k Also on AO3
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Summary: The whole gang is on the way to Nevarro, Mando is being weird after a quick talk with Kuiil and Aili is suspicious. Cara and Mando have an arm-wrestle and secrets are revealed about the child which leads to several people putting their foot in their mouth at different times.
They were loading up the blurrg when Kuiil spoke up. “That one is good for you,” he said without preamble as usual. That didn’t make his words any less jarring for Mando to hear as he barely stopped himself from accidentally pulling too hard on the blurrg’s reins. The last thing they needed was for him to piss off the blurrg again.
“What?” was the only thing he settled on saying.
“The smaller angry one, Aili. You two are good for each other, sooth each other’s anger from the past.” Kuiil wasn’t stupid, he had seen too many things during his servitude to the Empire. He didn’t need to know any details to see the similarities and he was sure the Shock Trooper had seen it too.
“We’re not together,” Mando said stiffly.
“That is not what I see when you two are around each other.”
“She doesn’t-”
“I have spoken.” Kuiil said before Mando could even finish his sentence.
Mando didn’t even know what else to say or do after that so he just kept leading the blurrg onto the ship. He was just glad that neither Aili or Cara were on the ship yet. Cara because she would just start laughing at the two of them again and Aili because he had no idea how she would react. As much as he wanted to know, a bigger part of him, the smarter part, didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to hear her own rejection out loud.
They got everything packed onto the ship quickly after that, Mando trying to avoid Aili just a little bit. He almost succeeded but right after Cara and Kuiil went on board, Aili stopped him from heading up the gangway with a hand on his arm. “Is everything okay? Because if this is about the plan, we don’t have to--”
“We don’t have a choice,” Mando said shortly, slightly shrugging out of her grasp and walking onto the ship. Aili stared at him as she followed behind him with Little Green’s cradle floating between them. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion but she quickly schooled her face back into it’s usual passive expression once Cara was in sight. No need to have Cara start asking questions or making teasing remarks any time soon.
She watched Mando from the corner of her eye as she made sure that Little Green’s cradle wasn’t going to be in the way of anyone. He went up to the cockpit and they were soon taking off from Arvala-7 without another word. Weird but whatever, Aili shrugged to herself and went over to where they kept their rations to get the kid something to eat to keep him from starting any trouble.
Whatever Mando’s problem was would work itself out eventually or she could always kick his ass, whichever happened first. She was willing to bet on the latter option though. There was the small lurch that sent them into hyperspace and a minute later, Mando was sliding back down the ladder just as Aili was turning to walk back over to Little Green.
Aili let out a quiet sound of surprise when she barely stopped herself from getting a face full of beskar. “I am getting you a bell once this is all over.”
“None of that, please, there are children present,” Cara called from where she was sitting. She had a smirk on her face as she watched the two of them almost crash into each other. She honestly couldn’t believe the two of them were still acting so oblivious to each other’s feelings, but she was starting to get the impression that it was mainly coming from one more than the other.
“Who, you? I think it’s too late to give you the talk,” Aili bit back, side stepping around Mando so she could give Little Green his snack. Hopefully after that he’d be ready to go to sleep and then he really couldn’t start any trouble before they got to Nevarro.
“Just a little late,” Cara said back, a large grin on her face now. Her gaze slid over to where Mando was still standing stiffly. “Hey Mando, let’s settle a bet.”
“What?” That finally snapped him back into reality and Cara pulled out a few credits, placing them on the crate she was sitting in front of.
“Let’s find out who’s really stronger, me or you.”
Mando paused to think it over before walking over and placing his own credits on the makeshift table. “I won’t go easy on you.”
“Trash talk doesn’t work on me.”
Aili watched as Mando and Cara arm-wrestled out of pure boredom and a need to finally prove who was stronger. Further back Kuiil was feeding the blurrg and Little Green was curiously watching Mando and Cara as well from his cradle. He had just finished his snack and Aili was still trying to decide how much longer to let him stay up. She had given him the snack and moved back over to the other side of the ship where things were a little less crowded.
“I got you, Mando.”
“Care to double the bet?”
Aili rolled her eyes at the two of them, mostly Mando because he had no problem making bets with Cara but he couldn’t have a simple conversation with her before they left Arvala-7. She had no idea what had happened during the time he was loading the blurrgs with Kuiil but if he wanted to act like a child, she’d let him. He had done that to her plenty of times.
Her eyes went wide in surprise as soon as Cara started to choke on nothing. Like something invisible was choking her. She rushed forward when Cara brought her hands up to her throat in an attempt to do something. She didn't even notice Mando staring at Little Green as she tried to figure out what was wrong with Cara.
“No, no, hey, stop!” Mando shouted, grabbing Little Green a little too roughly as the child let out a small squeak of surprise. “We’re friends. Cara is my friend!”
Cara took several harsh breaths. “That is not okay!” She angrily exclaimed, pointing at the kid with one finger while she tried to catch her breath.
“He...has he had powers this whole time?” Aili questioned, eyes still wide in shock. She’d heard rumors of things like this, had seen a couple of girls taken out of the Program with no reason given. But guards always talked and they spoke of weird powers, something the Emperor was always looking out for. Other than that she had never asked for details. She wouldn’t have been given answers anyway no matter what her rank was within the Program.
“Hmm, very curious,” Kuiil said, coming closer to look at the child in Mando’s grasp.
“Curious? It almost killed me!” Cara exclaimed, not even noticing when the kid let out another quiet sound of distress.
“He’s a child and didn’t know what you two were doing,” Aili said harshly, moving around Cara to go over to Mando to hold her hands out for him to hand Little Green over to her. He hesitated for a second before doing so. She barely noticed the way he tensed up when their hands brushed against each other, she was too focused on making sure the kid was okay.
“The story you told me of the mudhorn makes more sense now,” Kuiil said, still looking at the child with surprise in his eyes.
“Mudhorn?” Aili asked, throwing Mando a look of displeasure when she saw the slight tears in Little Green’s eyes. He had obviously gotten scared by Mando shouting at him and Cara yelling at him.
“What is it?” Mando asked, ignoring the look Aili was giving him for now. It wasn’t the most pressing matter at the moment to tell her about the mudhorn incident.
“He,” Aili muttered under her breath, too low for anyone to really hear it. They had both given him enough baths and cleaned his small robe enough times that Mando should know that Little Green was a boy by now. Of course he was probably still trying to act like he wasn’t as attached to the kid as she was.
Kuiil shook his head slightly, “What it is, I don’t know. But what it does, this I’ve heard rumors of.”
“What, when you worked for the Empire? And what about you Aili, you know about this too?” Cara questioned, her tone a little too accusatory for Aili’s taste.
Aili threw a look of incredulity towards Cara, angry that the Shock Trooper would accuse her of something with no proof. “Okay let’s not go there just because you’re pissed off.”
“And you mean when I was sold to the Empire, in indentured servitude,” Kuiil added, his own voice taking on slight anger.
Cara let out a scoff, gesturing towards them both, “Yet somehow, you both walk free.”
“I bought my freedom through the skill of my hands and the labor of three of your human lifetimes. Do not cast doubt upon that of what I am nor whom I shall serve,” Kuiil said, short and to the point but not without quiet anger lacing his every word.
“I had to blow up a whole base to be able to “walk free”, you do not get to judge me or the things I did before then,” Aili stated, staring at Cara with a withering look in her eyes. So much for being friends if this was all it took to cause distrust. She turned around again, her back to Cara now as she muttered to herself, “I do that plenty to myself every day.”
No one noticed Mando making half an attempt to bring a hand up to Aili's shoulder before he stopped himself. With a subtle shake of his helmet, he brought his hand back down to his side, clenching both hands into fists to stop himself from trying again.
IG-11 had walked over to them at the sound of raised voices but stood down a little when he saw Aili was comforting the child already. Mando let out a deep sigh knowing that both Cara and Aili were going to be pissed off for hours now. Not exactly two people he wanted angry on his ship, worse that they were angry with each other.
He turned to Kuiil and made sure to keep his voice even as he spoke, “Tell you what, I could really use your craftwork right now. Any way you can pad this container better so the child can sleep better?”
He knew that even though Aili had agreed to switch out when they used the cot, she spent most of her nights letting the kid sleep on the cot. He had come down from the cockpit more than once and seen her curled up on the floor in front of the cot with nothing but a blanket and one of her bags as a pillow under her head. So if Kuiil could make the kid’s cradle more comfortable, maybe then she’d actually use the cot for once. He knew it wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep but it was better than the ship floor.
“I shall fabricate a better one. Then perhaps this Dropper can see how one can win their freedom with the skill of one’s hands.”
"Thank you. We need to go over the plan again,” Mando directed the last part to Aili and Cara who were still not looking at each other. Cara wasted no time in heading for the ladder, still rubbing at her neck before she went up to the cockpit without another word.
"You two go ahead,” Aili said shortly, keeping all of her focus on Little Green for the moment, rocking him from side to side without thinking about it.
"This involves all of us,” Mando replied, barely holding back another sigh. He knew she was upset but that didn’t mean she could get out of making sure the plan was fool proof.
"Yeah well unless you think Little Green will be able to contribute somehow, someone's gonna have to get him to calm down,” Aili shot back, looking up at Mando and that was when Mando finally noticed the small amount of tears in big brown eyes. He let out another sigh before nodding.
“Okay, but once he’s asleep, come up to the cockpit.”
“Is that an order?”
Mando winced behind his helmet knowing that he had chosen the wrong thing to say if the blunt way Aili spoke said anything. He tried to fix it quickly, “A request.”
“Fine.” Some of the tension in Aili’s shoulders faded away but he could tell she was still angry. Probably would be until they reached Nevarro and then all her anger could be redirected towards the Imps that were in the city. Mando just hoped they could all make it to the planet in one piece. He shook his head once more before heading up to the cockpit, hoping that maybe he could talk to Cara before Aili rejoined them, let her know how badly she screwed up without telling her too much of what Aili had told him.
Aili watched from the corner of her eyes as Mando finally went up the ladder before she closed her eyes and let out a sigh. “Stupid,” she whispered to herself before biting her tongue to distract herself and to push away the dumb tears that had come to her eyes. Mando had been nice enough to not mention them, or just smart enough for once. Either way she was grateful.
She watched as Kuiil started to work on a new cradle for Little Green, this one round rather than a rectangle. She was perfectly fine with staying in the cargo hold while Cara and Mando were up in the cockpit trying to come up with some semblance of a plan if everything went sideways. Which it probably would like most of the things that Mando was involved in.
Aili was just trying to get the kid to go to sleep before rejoining them. She knew that was why they had brought Kuiil and IG-11 along but she couldn’t help herself. It had become a habit at this point and she wasn’t even sure if Little Green would let anyone else put him to sleep.
Kids got weirdly attached like that considering he would rarely let Mando put him down to sleep if Aili was there. It had gotten worse after the job on Tatooine which is something Mando had mentioned once and Aili couldn’t disagree with him for once. Waking up with a concussion and not knowing where Little Green was had sent her back to the base for a moment which was not a place or time she liked to think back on.
But she was also okay with any time spent avoiding Cara for a little while, the other woman’s comments had hit a little too close to home for her. The accusations had been worse, the implication that she was in any way still working for the Empire. She had thought she had made it obvious what she thought of Imps.
So to hear the comments come from someone who she had just been joking around with, someone who she had thought was her friend? Had Cara said something to Mando and that was why he was acting so weird now? She let out an annoyed sigh and tried to shake the thoughts away. She didn’t care what either of them thought of her, she knew where she stood and that was all that mattered.
“You and the Mandalorian are good together,” Kuiil stated when he paused for a break, hoping Aili would see more reason than the Mandalorian did.
“Excuse me?” Aili was pretty sure she was hearing things but she didn’t stop her rocking motion aside from a slight wobble.
“I can tell, I saw things during the Empire’s rule. Children, girls not even old enough to walk or talk yet, taken from their parents and never seen again.”
“I--” Aili hadn’t even thought that there could have been girls taken from the workers on gene farms. But it made sense, they were desperate to pay off debts and for not the first time, she wondered about her own parents. She pushed the thought away quickly, it didn’t matter to her anymore, she knew they weren’t workers on some farm. Her file had had that much information at the very least even if it didn’t have the right birth year.
“It’s not hard to spot the hard edges left by the Empire. Both of you have them for different reasons but they are very much the same,” Kuiil continued, not noticing the way Aili was almost lost in thought.
“Yes but-”
“You both round out each other’s edges. I have spoken.” Kuill said before turning back to his work before Aili could even say anything. She stared at the Ugnaught in stunned silence before a quiet coo brought her attention down to Little Green. He blinked his own big brown eyes at her like he understood and agreed with Kuiil.
“Not you too, you little womp rat,” Aili whispered to him. Little Green had the nerve to smile at her before reaching up to reach for a loose curl of hair. Aili let out a deep sigh, adjusting her grip on the kid so his head was resting against her chest and he could wrap his little hand around her hair.
She had no idea why he always had to do that but it was cute regardless of the times he accidentally tugged too hard. To her it was just like when Shaeli and Jaesa were younger and couldn't sleep. If Mando only knew how many times she had slept in the Covert that first year, one or both of the girls piled on top of her so they could sleep soundly to the sound of her heart beat.
It took another couple of minutes before Little Green fell asleep deeply enough for Aili to put him down in the cot, tucking a blanket around him. A couple minutes too long for her to be alone with her thoughts and the comments Kuiil had made. She knew how Mando felt about her, probably felt about her, she corrected herself. It wasn’t like they had sat down afterwards and discussed their feelings but she was sure she had picked up on it anyway. The helmet could only hide his expressions but not his actions or body language.
She just didn’t know how she actually felt about him. It wasn’t like she had any kind of previous relationship experience to fall back on, none of her experience had come from a place of emotion of any kind. She knew she loved the girls but that was obviously different, they saw her as their older sister or in Shaeli and Jaesa’s case as their mother. But romantically? She didn’t know what that would feel like even if it was right in front of her.
With a deep sigh, she glanced at Little Green once more before shutting the hatch and giving Kuiil one last nod, she headed up to the cockpit to help with planning. Anything to keep another child from the Empire’s grasp.
“So we’re heading to Nevarro?” She walked in as soon as Cara asked Mando.
“Have you ever been?”
Cara shook her head, “No, we lost a lot of forces there.”
“You’re not missing much,” Aili muttered as she took her usual seat. “Rocks and lava, that’s about it.”
“Hey, I’m sorry about the shit I said down there.” To her credit, Cara actually did seem sorry about what she had said to Aili. It made some of the anger Aili was still holding fade away, but not much. She knew better than most that things said in anger were things you thought while not angry as well.
“It’s fine,” Aili said with a small shrug before trying to deflect the conversation. “You were saying about during the war?”
“Um, yeah, the city’s dug in pretty deep which I’m sure you both know already. So no cover when you drop in. It stayed in Empire control until the war was over.” Cara explained while continuing to clean the blaster rifle she had chosen from the weapons locker earlier. Aili hadn’t even noticed her taking it up the ladder with her but then again, she had her back to the woman at the moment.
“The warlord we’re taking out was an Imperial officer.”
“What station?” Cara asked. She didn’t know very much about how the Empire worked but she was willing to bet that between her and Aili they could figure it out.
“Hard to tell. No insignia anymore. I took out the safehouse when I snatched the kid. More Imps have reinforced since.”
Cara and Aili shared a quick glance before Cara spoke again, “There’s something more going on.”
“I agree, something doesn’t feel right. Imperial officers didn’t do their own dirty work during the war, why would they now? What was this guy’s name again?” Aili hadn’t known officers that were high ranking that would also do their own work. Even the Emperor had other people to do his bidding, it was the whole reason the Program existed. And she had even heard about some group called Inquisitors but they had a whole different hierarchy and she had never met one before.
“I only knew him as the Client.”
“Hmm, definitely something else going on,” Aili said, brow furrowed in thought now.
“Maybe. We’ll find out more when we land.” The cockpit doors opened before Mando could continue and IG-11 stepped in, stopping right beside Aili and Cara meaning he was right behind Mando. Aili cringed knowing Mando wouldn’t like that at all.
“I have prepared second meal. Would you care to be served here or below?”
Mando slowly turned to look at the droid and Aili could just about see the anger coming off of him before he turned back around. “I’m not hungry.”
IG-11 paused for half a second before backing out of the cockpit.
“Under no circumstances does that thing leave the ship,” Mando said stiffly once the cockpit doors were closed again.
“You’ve got a real thing for droids, don’t you?” Cara laughed, finally done checking over and cleaning the rifle.
“I got a real thing for that droid.”
“Mando, you shot at pit droids not too long ago.” Aili raised an eyebrow that Mando couldn’t see with his back to her but she hoped he could hear the tone in her voice.
“Yeah, I’m not going near that one but the Ugnaught said he rewired this one,” Cara said even as she furrowed her brow at the thought of Mando shooting at a pit droid. Those were the most harmless of droids that she had ever seen. They literally only had one job and that was to help fix ships. If there was one thing the Razor Crest needed, it was pit droids to fix half the things wrong with it.
“That droid was designed to kill things, I don’t care how much wiring he replaced. It goes against its nature.”
Aili knew it was stupid but Mando’s choice of words didn’t sit right with her. Not because she cared about the droid in any way. She hadn’t been around the droid long enough to care about it anymore than she cared about the last blaster she bought. But with Cara’s earlier comments still running through her head, Mando’s comment despite not being about her added to her earlier feelings.
“It shouldn’t be a long job anyway. We take out the head Imp, the rest will run like rats,” Cara grinned wide before getting up to get that meal that IG-11 had made. No point in going into a fight on an empty stomach.
Mando and Aili sat in silence, nothing but the stars of hyperspace passing by them for a long moment. “You were only talking about the droid, right?”
“What?” Mando asked, turning around to look at Aili. Behind his helmet, he was giving her a confused look that she couldn’t see.
“I-nevermind,” she said quickly before pushing herself out of her chair. “I’m going to head down for some food, you sure you don’t want any?”
“Not if the droid made it.”
“Of course, can’t trust food made by a killing machine,” Aili said before walking out of the cockpit before Mando could reply to her. He sat there in silent confusion wondering what he had said now that had made her mad. He went through everything he had said about the droid. The only thing he had said was that it was designed to kill things and no rewiring would change its nature.
“Dank farrik,” he hissed out to himself. Every time he thinks he can’t put his foot in his mouth again, he does. He could understand how she could misinterpret his words especially since he knew how she was raised pretty much since birth. Probably thought that made her no better than a hunter droid sometimes and now she had both Cara and him make comments that made it seem like they thought that of her.
He checked the solar clock on the console and wondered if he had time to fix his latest screw up before they reached Nevarro. He let out another curse when he saw that they had barely any time before they would drop out of hyperspace, maybe a few solar hours. He was about to get up to go find her when there was a knock at the cockpit door but no one came in. With a confused tilt of his helmet, he went to the door to find a small plate of food sitting on the ground.
There was a small bit of flimsiplast laying on top of it with a note written on it that simply said “Not made by a droid, eat it” in handwriting that Mando didn’t recognize. But only one person on board the Crest would even bother with the note let alone one demanding he eat it. He bent down to pick up the food, now even more confused than before but he would admit to himself that he was hungry and he doubted Aili would lie about the droid not touching this food. With one last look towards the ladder that led to the cargo hold he retreated back into the cockpit and after making sure the door was locked, he ate the food she had left for him.
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But I Didn’t, Did I?
Word Count: 2497
Pairing: Cas x Reader
Characters: Cas, Reader, Dean, and Sam
About: The Reader, the younger Winchester sibling, is on a forbidden solo hunt that almost goes south leaving her bleeding out but she manages to get back to her motel. Cas finds her and is furious with her and lets her know it. But he accidentally let’s out his true feelings for her.
Warning: Language, Blood and Gore, Fighting, Angst, Fluff, SMUT, Unprotected Sex (don’t be silly wrap that willy), Rough Sex, Caught the morning after.
A/N: Cas/Misha Stans, tag your fellow Cas/Misha stans NOW!!! And let know if you want to be tagged in future work.
A/N 2: I really enjoyed writing this one! I always wonder if there are secret Winchesters out there that don’t know their big brothers are Sam and Dean
Tag List: @hobby27 @donnaintx @myinconnelly1 @magssteenkamp @elansaidaris @440mxs-wife @squirrelnotsam
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I'm thrown into a nearby wall.
The back of my head smacking it so hard that I almost pass out.
Story of my fucking life when I go solo hunting.
That's going to leave me sore in the morning, I think as I get back and pick up my gun. This was such a horrible idea but, it's too late to turn back now that I am facing the werewolf that both my brothers and Cas told me not to hunt. If this wolf doesn't kill me then Dean will have my head on the chopping block before I could give some dumb ass excuse.
"For a Winchester you suck ass. Bad," The wolf taunts me. "It's no wonder they keep you locked away. I bet you can't even shoot me without missing the first few times." The wolf beings to circle me showing me his nasty teeth. "I could make your death so quick and leave your body for your brothers to find. But then of course they will stop at nothing until I'm either way." The wolf stops and stares at me. "But then again, I'm not one to leave messes behind."
The wolf lunges at me and tackles me to the ground. I do everything to keep his teeth from biting me. I kick and punch this way and that but not much damage is done to him. He grabs my arm and digs his nasty nails into the muscle and I scream out. Yep, my brothers are going to kill me for going out hunting if I survive this.
My gun slides from my hand and I roll over on my hands and knees and make my way towards it. The wolf pulls me back and attempts to bite me. I kick him square in the face and quickly get my gun and spin around and shoot him directly in the heart. He looks down at his chest as the blood starts to spill from it. Then he looks back up at me and smiles. "I take that back," he says with blood coming out. "You don't suck ass." The wolf falls on his face.
I hang my head back and stare at the night sky. The stars are beautiful and I can make out the Big Dipper. My arm starts to throb once I realize I relaxed too long. I look down to see my entire left arm in covered in blood. I start to act quickly. I pull my belt off and wrap it above the wound and tighten it up as much as I could. I take my flannel off and tie it over the wound. That should hold until I get back to the motel. The motel I paid for with the card I stole from Sam. It wouldn't be long until he was able to track it down and both he and Dean were at my door.
I make my way to the car that i took from the bunker. Another thing that my brothers will have my ass over. I turn the ignition and drove off. I think about anything but my throbbing arm. I can start to feel myself start shake. Just a few more minutes. I can start to see the stupid neon sign to the motel.
I quickly park the car and get out. I throw open the trunk and pull out my first aide kit and the bottle of whiskey I swiped from Deans room. I kick open the door and before I could close the door and set things down, I hear the door slam and I am being pinned to the door. My adrenaline starts to rise again and the throbbing in my arm slowly fades away. Just as fast as the adrenaline comes, it fades away when I realize it's not a monster or my brothers.
"How did you find me, Cas?" I ask the angel. He has a hand on my shoulder. The look on his face is pure anger. How can an angel like him hold so much anger in his face? In his eyes?
"It was not hard," Cas replies. He notices my bandaged arm and takes the tied up shirt off and sees the belt above it. "What the hell happened?" He asks pulling me from the door and leading me to the bed.
"You're not going to tell Sam and Dean are you?" I ask as Cas inspects the wound. His hands are gentle but his face still tells me he is furious.
"This is starting to get infected," Cas ignores the question. "Luckily, you think faster than your brothers and was able to stop it from getting worse." Well theres a plus. I'm smarter than my brothers. Maybe because we didn't have the same mother.
My mother was the smart one who had a one night stand with the man who saved her. That then resulted in me being born. I never met my father, only about him. When my mother died she said I should look for my father and gave me a number. That number lead me to the brothers that I never knew I had and the news that our father had died years ago. That was nearly five years ago. Since then, I learned the way of the 'family business' as Dean called. Turns out I inherited a lot from our dear old dead dad.
"YN," Cas says placing his hand over my arm. A soft glow of a light appears and I can see my arm start to heal. "You're arm is good along with any other injuries." Cas leans back and stares at me. "You could have died. What the hell happened?" He asks again with a firmer voice.
I swallow hard. Cas is never firm with me unless I'm careless and throwing my life into dangerous situations. "A werewolf," I say getting up and getting a glass of water. "A cocky ass werewolf who is dead. It didn't go as planned but at least the dick head is dead."
Cas rubs his face and sighs or maybe it's a groan. Either way, Cas is more irritated than normal. "You are so much like Dean on a hunt at times. Hot headed and cocky. No set plan in place."
"I had a plan Cas," I'm starting to get irritated as well. "It just didn't go as...well...planned." I turn to look at him. The anger on his face sent shivers down my spine. His face is suppose to be smooth and pure.
"And that plan almost got you killed," His voice starts to rise. "What would I tell your brothers if I found you dead?"
The anger in me starts to boil in me. "But I didn't, did I?" I snap at him. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. Hunting by myself. Making this damned world a better place by myself. I don't need my brothers twenty-four seven to do all that."
In seconds Cas is across the room. His hands grip both my upper arms. "Do you not understand, YN?" He yells. "You could have died! I could have lost you. I cannot loose you."
That's when I see it. It's not anger I see in his face, it's worry and fear and...love? My anger disappears and I feel Cas's hands loosen on my arms. Cas's face falls and he starts to leave. I take a deep breath and walk after him and take hold of his hand. "Cas," I say softly and before I could get another word out, Cas spins around and pulls me into his arms and slams his lips onto mine.
The kiss is intense and I find myself melting right into it. I run my hands up between our bodies and hold onto the collar of his trench coat. I pull back and see the worry begin to fade from his eyes and face. The worry is replaced by lust and hunger. I take a few steps back and slowly remove my shirt. Cas takes both his trench coat and coat that underneath off. He walks towards me, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it off to the side along with his shoes.
I begin to back up, kicking my shoes off to the side, until the back of my legs hit the bed. Cas closes the distance between us but putting both hands on my face and softly kissing me while wrapping an around me and laying us down on the bed.
I'm aware of a warm, tingling sensation coming from Cas's hands. Where ever his bare skin touched on mine, I would feel it. It sent waves of pleasure throughout my whole. I give a soft and small sigh. Cas pushes away and stands up. The warm feeling his skin gave me also leaves. He undoes his belts and pulls his pants down. His hard dick bouncing about making me long for it inside of me.
I get to work on getting my pants off and soon, Cas is settled between my legs. He looks at me in the eyes, I see a small hint of angelic glow in his. My brothers are going to lock me away for sure once they find out about this. Because you know, they will find out eventually. I reach between our bodies and grab Cas's hard dick. I feel him tense up as I move it to my entrance and give it a few pumps before using my free hand to pull his face down to kiss me again.
Cas pushes himself inside of me, making me moan. "Oh Jesus fuck," I sigh as we adjust to each other.
"I do not think that-" Cas starts to say but I cover his mouth.
"Cas, don't ruin this," I move my hips up and Cas starts to get the idea. The lust and hunger returning to his eyes. He takes me hands and pins them onto the bed and picks up the pace of his thrusts.
The thrusts soon become almost brutally fast. The smacking of our skin echoes in the room along with my moan like screams and whimpers. "Cas, fuck, Cas," I pant and cry out. "Oh, please don't stop."
"I do not plan on it," He purrs into my ear. He slides an arm under me and flips us over to where hes sitting and I'm in his lap. He continues to fuck me harder than before. "Now, that is better." He says taking my hands and putting them on the sides of his shoulder. "Now do not come until I tell you."
I close my eyes and bite my lip as he fucks up into me. My core and entire body start to tighten up and I will kill myself if I came without being told to. I focus on anything but coming but it's so hard when the man slash angel is fucking you so good.I bite my lip harder and taste blood.
"I wanted this for so long," Cas grunts in between each powerful and earth shattering thrust. "I always wanted to know what it felt like to be inside you. To be this close to you. To feel your body on mine. To hear you sigh, scream, moan my name."
"Cas," I whimper. I'm on edge and I need release. I need to let myself go and I need to feel him completely inside of me. "Please let me come."
"Soon," he says firmly. "I am getting close too. We will come together."
Thats when I realize, Cas's thrusts were beginning to feel sloppy and uneven. I take my hands off his shoulders and press them to his face and kiss him. "Cas, come for me." My kisses are sloppy and sweaty. "Come inside me, Cas. I need to feel you all inside me." I rest my forehead on his and stare into his eye. His teeth are clenched together grunting my name softly. His thrusts, sloppier than before, still slam into me.
"Come with me, YN," Cas says thrusting deeper. He stares right into my eyes. "Come!"
I myself go and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I scream out Cas's name, digging my nails into the sides of his face. I feel Cas come with me. I feel the warmth of his cum fill me up. HIs hands grip my sides hard enough that I know bruises will be left. He moans out my name and we fall back onto the bed.
"That was fucking amazing," I say pulling the covers over us and snuggling up next Cas. "I should go out more often on solo hunt so that you fuck me angrily like that."
"Please do not," Cas wraps me up in his arms. My head rests on his chest. "I cannot bare to loose you. That is why, when I figured it out where you were going, I followed you. I was late to jump into your case but, I was also almost late. You could have bleed out right here in the room if you didn't patch your arm up right."
Listening to Cas talk about how much he cares for me, makes me guilty for going out in the first place. But then he and I wouldn't have had amazing sex and I wouldn't have known his true feelings towards me. I sit up and look at him. His blue eyes staring right back at me. I lean up and kiss him gently. "I love you, too." I say laying my head back down before passing out for the evening.
I sleep peacefully.
Until the door to motel is kicked down.
I jump up in bed, still naked from the night before. Cas is still next to me, angel blade at the ready. Naked as well. In storms both my brothers. Guns drawn with looks of anger and worry on their faces. I quickly pull up the covers to cover my bare breasts. Dean sees this and then sees Cas besides me.
Deans holsters the gun. "You guys better have some sort of clothing under there."
"Uh, Dean," Sam says looking around at the floor. Dean follows his gaze and the horror and realization falls on his face.
Dean makes his way towards the bed. Well it was nice knowing freedom, I jokingly think. Dean pulls me up by my arm and picks up my bag from the ground. He leads me to the bathroom, not without me stumbling over my shaking legs. Shaking legs from being fucked to oblivion by a celestial being. Dean looks at me and then back at Cas. More horror covering his face.
Once in the bathroom, I turn to see Cas already getting dressed. He's facing me as he buttons up his shirt and give me a satisfying smile. I give one in return and Dean sees it. He tosses the bag onto the counter. "Get cleaned up and dressed. We are all going home. And you," Dean closes the door. "You and I are going to have some words about this."
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hello! so this is a little bit about me, i guess! feel free to ask any questions if you want to!
name
nina! tbh that’s not actually my name, it’s a nickname my dad gave me when i was really young and i kinda really like it!! so yeah
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i’m 17 yee haw
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@astroninaaa
when did i start this blog?
july of 2020! i have no idea of what day it was but. july!!!
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i was born and raised here in brazil, which means i’m latina! love to see it
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my first language is portuguese, but i’ve been speaking english for 5 to 6 years, maybe? however, i still make a lot of mistakes in english so please be patient with me alright? lmao!! i also can understand spanish pretty well but i can’t speak or write it so there’s that
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It’s Anarhichadidae, not Anti-hiccup-daisy
Summary: Logan’s ichthyology teacher is a joke. The boy who just called him on it, however, is the opposite. Too bad Logan was going to be dead from Gay Panic within the hour.
Pairing: Analogical Warnings: Stupid/mean teacher, nervous/gay stuttering, mocking stuttering, swearing, mentions of death via gay, this entire thing is basically Logan being gay for a smartie hottie
Wrote partially because my muse has no chill and partially because @vintage-squid really liked the idea and helped me with the Big Fish Words
"Okay, class, today we will be talking about a species commonly referred to as Wolf eels. They are of the order Perfect-odds, and the class Anti-hiccup-daisy."
Logan sighed a long, long, long suffering sigh as he took his normal seat near the middle of the lecture hall, pulling out his notebook and pen more for appearances than anything. It wasn't like he'd actually be learning anything worth writing down.
When Logan had started the class at the start of the year, he had been excited. His interest in biology was only amplified by the marine aspect. So it was understandable that ichthyology would intrigue him.
Of course, that had been before he learned his teacher was an absolute fool who could neither pronounce any scientific word nor produce any valid scientific information.
Logan had used to fight him, back at the beginning of the year when he hadn't yet been crushed by the homework of other classes and he was, dare he say, optimistic for a chance to actually learn something from that class. Now, the only reason he didn't drop it was because it was an easy credit and essentially an hour of free time- an hour he needed from the work that was cutting into his sleep from his actual classes.
With the first sentence out of his mouth today being so horribly butchered, Logan was sure he could actually sleep through the class without missing out on anything.
As was, the words were already mostly a drone going in one ear and out the other as Logan mentally studied for the test in his next class. He was pointlessly coming in and out of the conversation, rating the stupidity of the comments when he felt he needed a break.
It was roughly half an hour into class when he paid attention again only to hear the gem that was, "Wolf eels are, in fact, closely related to Moray eels. The were forced out of their shared habitat by lack of resources, creating the slight differences in appearance."
Logan tried not to audibly snort. Who gave this man a teaching degree?
Already slipping back into his mental notes, Logan was pulled roughly out of his thoughts by the yell that came from the back of the classroom:
"Bullshit."
The entire class swiveled in their seats, trying to find who had just loudly cussed at the teacher.
At first, Logan couldn't find him, too many heads for him to pick the source of the call (especially since he hadn't exchanged so much as five words with anyone in the class).
"I beg your pardon?" The teacher asked, sounding as startled as his class. Logan was able to locate the student, then, when he responded once more,
"I said bullshit, sir." The student answered, leaning back in his chair and tugging at the sleeves of his patched up hoodie. "I can say it a third time if you'd like me too, but I don't think I'll ever actually say it enough to sum up how much of it you're spewing."
While the class around him collectively hushed in an awed sort of quiet, Logan focused on the hoodie-wearing student. They were a few rows away, but it didn't stop him from noticing the other's black fingernails, his purposefully smudged eyeshadow, the fading purple in his floof of hair, how his pale skin seemed to very well bring out what Logan would have guessed were copper brown eyes-
Logan shook his head and forced himself to look forwards again, back towards the offended teacher, feeling his cheeks already heating up like they were going to be stars.
So it seemed the only other kid in the class with a brain may be a little pretty. Logan would decide how he felt about that in a moment.
Luckily for him, he was able to shift his attention back to the newly emerged fight when the teacher finally got past making frustrated noises and responded with, "I'm afraid I don't quite understand what you're trying to say."
The student blinked, almost seeming to be in genuine confusion. "I thought I made it pretty clear. Everything you're saying? Bullshit. Lies. Slander. Non-facts. Whatever you want to call them."
"And who exactly are you, Mr...?"
"Virgil."
"Mr. Virgil, who do you think you are to challenge your teacher in how they teach their class?"
Virgil scratched at the back of his neck nonchalantly. "I think I'm right."
"Oh, really?" The teacher asked, sounding much too cocky for a man who probably couldn't tell a clownfish from a great white. "Care to enlighten us as to just how right you are, then?"
"Love to." Virgil responded, catching the teacher slightly off guard as he started tapping his pencil on his notebook. "What you said is about as right as saying a human is at all related to a screw." He paused for a second to smirk. "Well, the average human anyways. Screw-brains like you are exceptions."
Teacher spluttered out loud, Logan mentally spluttered in gay, and Virgil continued even more confidentially,
"Wolf eels and Moray eels look similar due to convergent evolution, a concept normally taught in high school so I don't know how you made it to college without grasping that concept. They're even different orders- real eels being Anguilliformes, though considering I've heard you struggle to say dandelion I'm not surprised you tried to skip the extra name."
"That'll be quite enough, Mr. Virgil." The teacher ordered, Virgil pausing with an eyebrow raised in a mix of curiosity and amusement. Logan tried not to feel too annoyed by the way his heart skipped angrily, wanting to hear more of the student's coarse and sarcastic tone.
While Logan lamented the silence, the teacher continued, "Now. Does anyone agree with Mr. Virgil's rather outlandish theories, or can we continue with some actual teaching?"
For a second, no one spoke up. Logan knew for a fact that most of the kids in the class either agreed with the teacher or were taking the class for the credits alone. They wouldn't have any reason to speak up. Most days, Logan wouldn't either.
But right before the teacher could smile, self-satisfied, Logan blurted out (much less professionally than he'd like to admit), "I do."
The teacher turned his attention onto Logan, but he didn't care about that so much as he did the shift he noticed out of the corner of his eye from Virgil. He was staring at him. Logan pretended that wasn't the reason his next sentence came out as, "He-he's quite right, actually. You're the on-only one spewing nonsense here."
"Oh, am I?" The teacher asked, crossing his arms and looking extremely smug as he continued, "Please, why don't you take a turn doing my job?"
Logan glanced back at Virgil quickly, spurred by an instinct he didn't even know he had, finding the other student tilting his head slightly and- dammit it was possible for him to be even more attractive?
Logan turned his gaze back at the teacher again, who's smug grin had only grown, and he forced himself to meet his eyes, happy to see a spark of doubt in them.
"Why not?" He asked, ignoring the still very much existing tremble in his voice that only grew when he let his thoughts wander back towards the boy in back (so constantly). "I-I'm clearly more qualified."
The teacher looked thoroughly shocked at the blatant implication, and Logan used the slight rush of satisfaction he got from that expression to push on. "What Vir- Vir-" He cleared his throat and gave up at trying to get the pretty student's name out of his mouth. "What has already been stated by any- anyone in this class who is- isn't you is ac-acc-accurate." Logan internally cursed as he stumbled over even the simplest of words. "Mo-moray eels and Wolf eels a-are, in fact, not even clo-clo- remotely related."
"Repeating what others have said does not make you an expert on anything." The teacher said mockingly, before adding, "Especially when you seem to barely be able to say it."
Logan ground his teeth. "You want some 'new' facts?" He spat out. "You earlier called Wolf eels extremely vic-vic- mean creatures, I can only as-assume based on its name alone, which is just ig-igno- stupid given how gentle they often are."
"You can't-"
"They often grow ei-eight feet long, unlike the eight inch length you assigned them." Logan pushed on, ignoring his teacher's attempts to break in. "I'm not quite s-sure how you got seaweed from ur-urchins, crabs, and mol-mollus- not seaweed for their prim-primary food source but that's pr-pretty wrong , too. And as bro-brought up before you can't even pro-prono- say their sci-scient- proper class and order names!"
"Like you can?" The teacher fired back, and if it weren't for the gay distraction a few feet behind him Logan would have said them backwards three times in a row just to prove his point. As it stood, however, he was ready to simply glare the look of the teacher's face.
"Order of Perciformes and class of Anarhichadidae." Virgil spoke up again, the words rolling off his tongue like they were cat and dog. "Order for true eels would be Anguilliformes if you want that one again."
"I wasn't speaking to you."
"What?" Virgil asked, feigning innocence. "I'm just another lowly student in this class. If I can say it, you should be able to say it."
The teacher fumed more, and Logan risked another glance back at Virgil. This time, the other student caught his stare and winked at him with a stupid, cocky little smile.
That was it. Logan was never speaking again. If he thought he was stumbling over his words when he was blushing he didn't want to find out what would happen when his cheeks were literally on fire and he felt very slightly dizzy, somehow in a good way.
If he wasn't still trying to look vaguely respectful in defiance of his teacher, he would have just laid down and screamed into the desk.
"Well, then." The teacher said, barely contained anger in his tone as he pulled Logan's attention away from the important thoughts of 'does Ultra Gay exits because if so I am it.' "Since it's clear the two of you are more interested in disrupting my class than actually learning, I'm going to have to ask you both to leave."
"Wicked." Virgil replied immediately, once more catching the teacher off-guard as he stood up and pulled his backpack over his shoulder, shoving his book and pen into it in one fluid motion as he headed for the door.
Logan berated himself as he got up much less coordinately- not because he cared much for staying in class, but because he was about to leave it with the source of his current Gay Panic. He started to put the notebook away, trying not to bend the edges and failing miserably. He probably looked like a mess- an assessment that would not be totally untrue.
It didn't help when a second later someone was taking the book from him and actually getting it into the backpack, dropping what Logan recognized what his pen in as well before zipping it up and offering it to Logan. Logan took it, glancing up to see who was helping him, and immediately regretting it when he realized it was Virgil, expression extremely gentle as he more or less helped to pull Logan out of the classroom.
Logan wondered if his entire face was red yet.
Logan managed to at least somewhat come back to himself as he heard the classroom door shut, focusing on not tugging at his hair as he adjusted his grip on his backpack instead. He expected Virgil to head off on his way now that they were both out, but to Logan's mixed mortification and delight, he remained standing in front of Logan.
"You good, bro?" He asked, sounding more withdrawn now that he wasn't correcting their idiot of a teacher. But it was still the same voice, so Logan was still trying to not simply pass out from gay (something he used to not believe was possible- he used to be a foolish, foolish man). "You seem a little shaky."
If he had been talking to anyone else, Logan would have scoffed and answered sarcastically. As it all stood, Logan was lucky to have choked out, "Yeah" without a stutter.
Virgil nodded, not looking fully convinced but pressing on anyways. "Uh, thanks for helping back in class there. I know most kids in there don't give two fucks about the material. Hell, I normally don't stand up about it either, but he was going after eels man. They're like the snakes of the sea. Not cool." He said, chuckling lightly.
"Yeah." Came Logan's extremely smart and well put together reply.
Virgil raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you're good? You seem a little... spaced out."
"Ye- I mean," Logan cleared his throat, shaking the one word his mouth seemed willing to work with him, "I'm fine."
"Sure. Listen..." Virgil trailed off. "Oh, uh, don't think I've got your name."
"It's Logay. I mean!" Logan nearly punched himself for that one. "Logan. It's Logan."
Virgil, however, seemed only amused by the slip. "Logan. Got it. Listen, Logan, we've got another twenty minutes before the next class starts, and I assume nothing important to do."
"Yes...?" Logan said hesitantly, confused as to where exactly Virgil was heading.
Then Virgil smiled and Logan's heart skipped a few dozen beats. "Wanna go waste some time at the coffee shop down the street? We can discuss some actual fish facts if you'd like."
Logan didn't respond, too busy short-circuiting. To be totally accurate, actually, he was having a complete system shutdown, the only thing being processed being that sentence and absolutely nothing else.
He blinked in shock when Virgil snapped his fingers in his face, looking a mix of cheerful and worried. "Uh, earth to Logan. You sure you-"
"Yes." Logan responded, very much delayed, before shaking his head as if to clear it. "Um, yes, I'd like to g-go waste time wi-with you."
Virgil's smile grew. "Nice." He said before grabbing Logan's wrist, starting to tug him towards the shop. Logan dearly hoped that Virgil was, alongside smart, beautiful, and absolutely wonderful, strong, because he was pretty sure his legs could no longer be trusted to support him as he more or less tumbled down the hall behind Virgil.
Virgil briefly glanced back, making sure Logan wasn't completely dead weight, still smiling. Despite the complete lack of control over his body (or perhaps because of it), Logan managed what must have seemed to be a drunk smile back at him, holding onto it even after Virgil looked forward once more.
So maybe he was going to have a heart attack caused directly by gayness the minute Virgil left to continue on with his day. He couldn't think of a better way to spend the last twenty minutes of his life.
#lots of gay panic in this one folks#ts logan#ts virgil#thomas sanders#ts sides#sander sides#fanfic#fanfiction
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Chapter Nineteen
Where Did We Go | Series Masterlist
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1982
Author’s Note: I have a feeling all of you are going to enjoy this chapter :) (picture credit to jenna on ig)
“Alright, we’re good,” Tyler said as he shut the car off. He had spent the last ten minutes painstakingly reversing into spots until you found the one with the best view, which was all part of Tyler’s plan to have the perfect date. You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt and started to gather up your things from the backseat. The two of you had borrowed Carter’s old truck from your parents, just to make sure you had the best stargazing experience.
“Did you grab the speaker?” you asked as you bumped the door closed with your hip.
“No, I’ll do that in a second,” Tyler mumbled over the mountain of blankets in his arms.
You tossed the blankets you were carrying into the bed of the truck and then climbed in after them. Tyler added a few more to the pile before going back to grab the speaker and some pillows that you had thought to bring this time. Although blankets worked to support your head while you were staring up at the sky, it wasn’t exactly the most comfortable option.
“Pillow incoming!” Tyler yelled, tossing a pillow into the bed of the truck. It bumped into your leg and fell to the ground with a quiet thud. Shortly after, the same thing happened again.
“Would you just get in here and help me set up the blankets,” you laughed.
Tyler pulled himself up and practically fell over the side of the truck bed, just barely landing on top of the pile of blankets. He gave you a shy smile as he pulled off his shoes and set them on top of the hood where they wouldn’t get lost. You shook your head and handed him a pillow to put where he wanted it.
“This is looking really nice so far,” he said as he fluffed up his pillow.
“Thank you. Our stargazing set up is very important.”
“Understandable.”
Tyler grabbed another blanket and shook it out so that it was no longer a jumbled mess. You, meanwhile, set up your own pillow close to Tyler’s, although it didn’t really matter. There was a good chance you would just end up laying on his chest.
“Is that everything?” you asked, surveying the little bed you had made. From the looks of it, it was going to be the most comfortable stargazing experience yet.
“I just need to get some music going, then we can get comfortable.”
“Then you can get comfortable. I’m getting under the blanket right now.”
Although summer was slowly beginning and the weather was steadily getting warmer, the hours after the sun went down still weren’t quite a comfortable temperature. Your sweatshirt was just barely keeping your torso warm as you sat out in the cold.
You waited patiently under the blanket for Tyler to finally lay down. As soon as he did, you curled up next to him and wrapped an arm around his stomach, stealing as much body heat from him as you could. Your limbs quickly became a tangled mess until you were both laying comfortably and looking up at the stars.
“You were right, it is really clear tonight,” Tyler said. He was idly tracing patterns on your shoulder.
“Remember that one time we spent an hour making snacks for stargazing and drove all the way out here only to realize it was cloudy?”
“Yeah, but then we got thai food and watched movies at my apartment until four in the morning, so it wasn’t all bad.”
“You’re right.”
You both went quiet for a little while as you looked up at the stars. Tyler was humming quietly along to the music that was playing, while you were trying to work out which constellations were currently in the sky. It was peaceful, although you couldn’t help the existential thoughts that always crept in during these moments. You tried your best to push them away and focus on spending time with Tyler.
“Hey, did you see that?” he asked.
“See what?”
“The shooting star.”
“There was a shooting star?”
“No, I made that up for fun,” Tyler laughed.
“Hey! I was too busy looking at your pretty face.”
“I know, it’s very distracting.”
You rolled your eyes, but Tyler was too busy looking up at the stars to notice. His eyes were practically shining in the moonlight.
“Did you make a wish?”
“Of course I did.”
“What was it?”
Tyler turned so that he was facing you now. “If I tell you, then it won’t come true.”
“Please?” you pouted, sticking out your lower lip.
“The wish is too important to risk losing it.”
“Fine, I can respect that.”
Tyler leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. He was warm, so you caught his chin and pulled him in again when he started to pull away. His arm wrapped a little tighter around you.
“Has this been an ok date so far?” Tyler asked.
“Of course. Any time that I get to spend with you is a good date in my eyes.”
He laughed softly. “I think your standards for a good date might be a little low.”
“Still, we have this wonderful nest of blankets, I’m cuddled up with you looking at the stars, and we’re listening to our favorite songs. I don’t think it could get better than this.”
“I bet it could.”
“How?” you asked, turning to look at him.
“There are just… ways.”
His tone was a bit confusing, but you brushed it off as nothing. Sometimes Tyler just tripped over his words. If something was really wrong, he would tell you.
You looked back up at the sky, letting your eyes wander over the various constellations and the tree branches that framed the clear area above you. Even though you had been to this same spot on countless occasions, you swore that the sky never looked the same way twice. Something about it was always a little different, making each visit special in its own way.
“Isn’t it weird to think that we’ve been coming up here for years?” you asked.
“How did we even find it?”
“Weren’t we just driving around one night and noticed a little side road? And of course our teenage brains though it was a great idea to drive up it.” Tyler laughed. “Then we realized it led to a little park where you could look out over Columbus and see the stars.”
“Now it’s special to us.”
“Exactly. Just think about all the things that have happened up here,” you said. “I told you that I considered you my best friend, and you held my hand and it was never spoken of again, and we said we loved each other and kissed for the first time…”
“And now I’m asking you to marry me.”
You were pretty sure you could feel your heart physically skip a beat in your chest. There was no way that you had heard him correctly. The two of you had always agreed that you were in no rush to get married, but when you turned to look at Tyler he was holding a small box in his hand.
“I love you, Y/N. I mean it. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Tyler slowly opened the box, revealing the most beautiful ring that you had ever seen. It was everything you had ever dreamed of having. You wanted to say something, anything, but all you could do was stare at him as tears welled up in your eyes. He got up so that he could properly be on one knee, which made you giggle because of the height difference.
“Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”
You nodded quickly. Tyler gently grabbed your left hand and slid the ring onto your finger. As soon as it was on comfortably, you practically attacked Tyler with a hug, burying your face into his neck.
“I love you so much,” you mumbled.
“I love you too.”
You held onto Tyler until all the emotions finally subsided and you felt calmer again. Tyler pulled you into a kiss, holding you close and smiling against your lips. The two of you could only kiss for so long before you started laughing.
“We got so good at kissing without smiling and now we’re back to square one,” you laughed.
“I don’t mind.”
You kissed for a while longer before finally laying back down and getting comfortable. Tyler wrapped an arm around you, holding you close to his side.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“I already asked you to marry me, Y/N. You were too slow.”
“Stop,” you laughed, pressing your forehead to his shoulder. “A different question.”
Tyler laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “What’ve you got?”
“What happened to waiting to get married? I mean, obviously I’m ecstatic that we’re engaged now, but I’m curious about what made you change your mind.”
“I mean, really it was just about trying to find the right time to ask you. I’ve known that I wanted to marry you for years, but now that the Blurryface era is coming to an end next year and this is the last big tour for awhile, I figured it was the right time to ask you. That way we can start planning in our free time and get married during the break.”
“I can’t wait,” you smiled.
You shifted how you were sitting so that you were more easily able to look at Tyler. His eyes shifted over to you for a moment, and he began to smile when he noticed you were staring, once again averting his gaze.
“Hey,” you said, gently turning his chin towards you. You could just barely make out the pink tint to his cheeks in the darkness.
“What?”
“Why are you embarrassed?”
“There’s a pretty girl staring at me,” he smiled.
Now it was your turn to start blushing. You dropped your forehead back down to Tyler’s shoulder to hide the dorky grin that had quickly taken over your face. When the heat had finally subsided, you looked back up at him.
“You’re so handsome, Ty.”
You took a moment to admire him, from the way that his lips curved to the color of his eyes. He had changed so much since you first met in English class when you were fourteen, and yet at times it felt like he hadn’t changed at all. In some ways, he was still the same dorky kid that you had found a best friend in.
Except now he was going to be your husband.
“How did I get lucky enough to spend my life with somebody like you?” you smiled.
“If anyone here is the lucky one, it’s me.”
“I think we’re both lucky that Mr. Brown made us sit next to one another in English class.”
“Do you think we should invite him to the wedding?” Tyler laughed.
“Can you imagine?” you joined his laughter. “Oh man, there’s so many people we’re going to have to invite.”
“And you’re going to have to pick out bridesmaids.”
“And a location. And flowers. And an outfit.”
“Hey, love, it’s ok,” Tyler said, resting a hand on the side of your face. He gently brushed his thumb along your cheekbone. “We’ll figure it all out eventually. All we have to do right now is focus on the present.”
“I like that idea.”
You kissed Tyler once more and then laid back down on his shoulder with your head turned towards the stars. The proposal kept replaying itself in your head, making it impossible not to smile. Who knew all those years ago when Tyler held your hand that he would end up asking you to marry him in the same spot years later.
It was the best date you could have asked for.
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ok. descendants wings au! i am incredibly passionate about wings aus, so this is really, really long.
mal has dragon wings, obvs, but they change from black to purple when she uses magic. so when her eyes turn green or she casts a spell, her wings turn a vibrant shade of purple.
mal’s wings are always well taken care of by evie. despite having blue, feathered wings, evie learned everything there was to know about how to take care of different wing types, mostly because the other core four do NOT take care of their wings.
evie doesn’t typically think of her wings as functional, she uses them more for aesthetics and beauty, but she is a formidable flier, second only to mal. she and mal race sometimes after they go to auradon.
jay has bat/dragon-like wings, similar to mal’s. his are tougher though, and have some faint scars. they are red with yellow accents. he doesn’t use a ton of caution when he flies, but his wings are very sturdy and it’s no problem for him to carry others when he flies.
carlos’s wings are probably the smallest of the core four, and were the most fragile. he has fairy/pixie/insect-like wings, but he braced them with metal after coming to auradon. he’s fast while flying, and much prefers flying to running.
audrey has pink feathered wings, just like everyone would expect of her. however, the ends of her wings are a light shade of brown. like evie, she takes meticulous care of her wings, and doesn’t often fly with them.
ben doesn’t have wings, which is pretty rare. he doesn’t mind not having wings either, he feels like it helps him be more understanding. though he does think flying is really awesome.
chad has golden brown feathered wings, and he thinks of them as a mark of his status as a royal, despite the fact that anyone can be born with any type of wing.
jane has fairy wings. they’re a light blue, and not flashy. she wishes she could change them to be more elegant, big, and more beautiful. however, her wings are perfectly functional, and can reflect light into rainbows when she flies.
doug has small, dark brown feathered wings. he doesn’t ever try to match his outfit, color or style wise, with his wings. he doesn’t usually use them either. he doesn’t think much of having wings, and finds much more enjoyment in learning about wings in theory and not in practice.
lonnie has dragon wings, fierce and multi-colored in different light. she is a master of aerial sword fighting and combat, and spends a lot of time flying and practicing cool flying maneuvers. like jay, she finds it easy to carry someone while she flies.
uma has dark teal fin-like wings that double as fins to help her swim underwater. they have a webbed looking quality, and are waterproof. she rarely flies, mostly using the aquatic properties of her wings. her wings look pristine from far away, but up close you can see faint scarring.
harry has bat/dragon-like wings, with curved metal hooks protruding from the joints. his wings are a dark, almost black red. they are waterproof, but they don’t do him any good in the water. his wings are tough and have some old injuries.
gil, much like ben, is wingless. he couldn’t care less, though. wings are important on the isle, but everyone knows that plenty of people are strong without them, and gil runs with uma’s crew.
dizzy’s wings are small and feathered, and all sorts of crazy colors. she dyes and styles her wings for fun, and sometimes she trims important feathers, so her wings aren’t always functional. when they are though, dizzy likes to fly to high places and look out at auradon.
auradon values wings, but respects those without, especially since king ben came to power. however, royals are expected to have feathered wings, and to take good care of them.
on the isle, wings are just another way for people to be strong. they aren’t taken as a sign of strength on their own, but many powerful villains and villain kids use their wings to gain power.
most wings aren’t related to magic. some wings are more connected to being able to use magic than other’s, like those from peter pan’s stories. on the isle, those people tend to find it harder to fly, but not impossible. in auradon, those wings, (like jane’s), can often enhance their owners magic, or perform magical tricks of their own.
wing injuries are much more common on the isle. wings infused with magic will heal faster and without assistance, except for on the isle. wing care in general is much better in auradon.
wild wing colors are also more common on the isle, mostly due to dyeing. any wing color is possible anywhere, though.
i know this is super long, i will do the d3 characters after the movie comes out. idk if i’ll ever do the actual villains and heroes? depends ig. and i do want to do the book exclusive characters and the wicked world characters, maybe in a separate post. anyways! this is just what i whipped up on my thoughts about a descendants wings au, feel free to ask for more headcanons, or specific headcanons, or any other questions! i love wings aus so much!!! and literally feel free to draw or write anything about these, it would make me so happy, just please credit my idea!
#pirate posting#descendants#wings au#long post#like super long shdkfjs#evie#jay#carlos de vil#audrey#ben#jane#jane's wings said gay rights#doug#lonnie#uma#harry hook#gil#dizzy tremaine#this is written stream of conciousness style lmao so feel free to ask for clarity
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roger is self conscious about having a stutter and the more frustrated he gets with it, the worst his stutter is to the point where he sometimes just shut down if he can’t manage to get the words out; it’s hard but over the years the band has learnt how to comfort him and to gradually adapt to his needs
“And I’ll need b..b..b-etter skins if they expect me to drum s...s-ix days in a row,” Roger said as he folded his arms with a huff, clearly pissed off at management. Sure, they were an up and coming band. Yes, they needed as much exposure as possible. But what their manager had just tossed at them seemed more like a punishment than an opportunity.
Freddie frowned, shaking his head as he looked at their schedule, a hand rubbing on his neck as he feared for the safety of his vocal chords. “It’s not pretty lads, but there’s really no choice, is there?” he said, hesitation in his voice.
Brian and John just mumbled, not really any room for complaining for them, as they exerted the least amount of energy during gigs. Roger on the other hand wouldn’t go down to easily, not wanting to think about what six days of drumming would do to his arms.
“What do you m..m..m...m-ean we don’t have a choice? We could’ve hired a jail warden if we wanted to be p...p...p-unished! That’s r..r.. stupid, Fred! Stupid!” Roger burst out, arms flailing as he yelled. Most times when frustrated, he tried to stay as quiet as possible, knowing his stutter would make him look and sound like a fool, but he wasn’t about to be treated like a music making machine for anyone.
Freddie patted the blond’s shoulder, a weak bid to calm him down. “Darling, I know it’s ridiculous. But until we have some creditably, there’s not much we can do. Just grin and bear it. As usual,” he said, more to Roger than the others who seemed to have accepted their fates.
Roger rolled his eyes, shrugging off Freddie’s hand. There was so much he wanted to say. Like how he refused to be used like a ragdoll, thrown into any opportunity no matter how shitty. How getting respect was much more important than bowing to authority. How they should walk out of this management company immediately. But all that came out was
“W..w...w-ell, we s..s... well, we s..s..s.. oh for fucks s..s-ake!” Roger tried and failed to say, growling towards the end when the words just refused to come out. He slammed his hands on his knees, getting up and stalking out of the room.
This is why he loathed his stutter. His brain was swarming with things to say but his tongue was stuck in what seemed like an endless seizure, jumbling things up and spitting them out all crooked and wrong. Whenever he felt any emotion too strongly, it got even worse. Unintelligible, even.
He was outside the building, leaning against the railing, hearing traffic whir past him as he pressed his palms into his eyelids, groaning. He wanted to go back inside and insult their manager, the lowlife scum he was. He wanted to yell at the other 3 for being such spineless twits. But he couldn’t. Not because it wasn’t nice. Only because his mouth would ruin the delivery, make him look pathetic.
Not that the rest of Queen ever teased him for his stutter. They were surprisingly good with Roger about it. Never rushing him to spit it out or finishing his sentences for him. They’d sit there and wait minutes for him to get out just one word, not a single complaint or snicker. And Roger really appreciated how comfortable they made him feel in speech. It doesn’t mean he was buddy buddy with his stutter though. He might not ever get to that point.
He sighed, head sinking even lower, wondering if he could walk home from here. He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the door open. He looked back to see Brian approaching him, hands wringing.
“You’re right, Rog. That bloke will bleed us dry if we let him,” Brian said, eyes on the road before them.
Roger blew out some air from his nose, bluntly replying, “I’m always r...r-ight,”
Brian snorted at that, gently elbowing Roger’s side, Roger batting a hand to get him to stop, still in no mood for jokes and giggles.
“I can’t verify that, but sure, sure. But uh, I’ll need help convincing the rest we deserve better. No one’s as persuasive as you,” Brian said, his gaze now on the angry drummer. Roger sneered, using one of his shoes to kick at some loose asphalt.
“I can barely speak at the moment. Rather s...s-ave my breath,” he said.
Brian’s face softened, a hand threatened to go on the other’s shoulder but pulling it away. He didn’t wanna lose a few digits to a shark bite. Instead he took a few seconds to gather his thoughts before speaking.
“I can see it’s rough right now for you. I can’t pretend to understand it, but I do know you are the most heavily opinionated of the 4 of us and I hate to see you not speak your mind. Especially for something so vital,”
Roger, too, stayed quiet for some time, heavy lids fluttering as he contemplated what Brian said. He knew where his mind was, speaking it was the issue.
He inhaled deeply and let it out with a splutter - goddamn Malboros - before looking to Brian and shrugging. Not really a victory or defeat but Brian would take it.
♚
“You absolute overgrown s..s..s-choolboy! P...p-ig headed mule! You sucking our b..b...b-lood like a leach is over. You can kiss Queen’s ass g..g-oodbye!” Roger finished his tirade with the click of the phone back on it’s dock.
Blue eyes shining and voice returning to it’s usual soft and effeminate tone, he asked, “Was that what you all had in mind?”
The room was quiet, Brian nodding as he scratched his chin, Freddie grinning and prim and proper John pale and in need of cardiac resuscitation. Their break up with their management wasn’t really supposed to go like this, but at least now they were free, so could they complain.
Freddie gave Roger a quick and dainty round of applause before saying, “Not at all, dear! But now I have an idea for a song...”
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ok first off i’m sorry i took so long to reply!! i’ve been busy in the most tedious way possible so my brain’s not exactly my best friend right now. second off: THANK U SO MUCH these were so fun to answer!!
i’m putting all of these in the same post because i started talking and i could not Shut The Up, and i think one atrociously long post is better than four long posts when it comes to like, scrollability. scrollpastability? scroll-Something. and putting it under a readmore too for the same reasons
SO, from top to bottom:
weirdest character idea for D-N-D:
it’s an idea i’ve already had because i can’t come up with anything right now dksjfgbd, but
once i made a druid for a D//N/D-based CRPG who only cast spells when they gave him something edible (in theory ofc, the game didn’t let me eat my summoned bears... thankfully...), so i ended up with nothing but goodberries and several animal summoning spells. then i proceeded to cheat my way through the game, which defeated the point sdfgsd, but it was still fun concept-wise
also made me spend too much time wondering if the entangle spell’s vines could be eaten. i mean you can’t eat the WHOLE thing but maybe you could like, munch on it a little, or try to slurp it up like a noodle. it wouldn’t be tasty, it wouldn’t be easy, and it most definitely would not be healthy, but it’s like. the principle of the thing
if ur asking yourself WHY i did that… well there aren’t THAT many D/ND-based CRPGS out there and i’d already played that one —several times, in fact— so i wanted to try something different :0
i mean it’s not THAT weird tbh, but he’s the only OC i can think of right now that soooooort of fits? and my brain is like, a tundra of creativity at the moment. a deep tar pool that absorbs all inspiration and drags it, kicking and screaming, to its viscous doom. well you get the idea. or i hope you do because i sure fucking don’t
ideal ending for one of my characters:
hmmmm for like, original fiction characters i more or less have all their endings planned out? most of them ARE ideal because i am fully in control of their destinies and i am also a softhearted lidle bich who prefers stories with relatively uplifting/happy endings. or tbh even the ones that aren’t technically happy are still ideal in terms of character arcs, development, etc
(i might be giving myself way too much credit there though skdjgbdksjfg)
and —though this is super unlikely and mostly just me deceiving myself at this point— i do want to publish what i’m working on rn, so talking about endings would be a spoiler for something that does not exist and probably never will outside of my idiot fool head. so i’m gonna talk about an old OC that i’m not doing anything with anymore!
her name was elina and her entire deal was that she came from a family of very powerful witches who owned a, uh, i guess you could call it an archive? or a library?? idk, it was just an ABSURDLY large collection of magic-related books, and it pretty much contained all known arcane knowledge (though come think of it, “all known arcane knowledge” can’t have been THAT much because the archive was just one room. a huge fucking monster of a room yeah but like. still just One)
so anyway, her family members were very dutiful + responsible when it came to the archivelibraryroom thing, but they were also too traditional for her tastes? like they didn’t bother practicing/using magic, or experimenting, or looking for anything outside of books; they only cared about written things, and even then they did nothing but get the Very Important Books, put them in the archivelibraryroom and forget about them completely
then elina ran into a group of other magic-users who were investigating a weird phenomenon in her hometown, and she asked her family about it, but they essentially were like “oh if it doesn’t affect the books we don’t care lol anyway it’s your turn to clean the archivelibrary now”
but yeah i’m sure y’all can tell where this is going kjdfgbd elina was the typical YA protag in that she was super rebellious, so she turned her back on her family and left her house to help the group of inconveniently yet stereotypically teenage magic-users, made friends, learned about magic, blah blah blah
the issue is that i never gave that story an ending? like the closest thing to it was a vague “uhhhh elina goes back home to find the archivelibrary is burning down and pulls some kind of mysterious water magic out of her ass to save it; then her family apologizes, they begin to respect her and she stays with them to keep caring for the archivelibrary, But With A Progressive Twist”
the issue was that after writing around two chapters i realized i didn’t actually Have a plot, so i didn’t know what story that ending would be... ending... and since i couldn’t think of anything + i wasn’t THAT attached to the characters anyway i just gave up on it
but now that i’m thinking of it again, just for the sake of ending the Story That Never Was, i feel like making her earn the respect of her family just because she saved the books + proved she actually cares about that too is, idk, shallow? out of character?
because she believed that her family’s fixation on history + Neatly Documented stuff was holding them back and making things worse for everyone. she left her home behind because her ideals re.: magic —that it should grow and change to fit the context + people’s needs, and not the other way around— were so strong
OOF THIS IS GETTING SO FUCKING LONG KSDJGB i’m just gonna stop here and say: elina’s new ideal ending is pretty much that while she ends up in friendly terms with her family —because, in spite of their fundamental disagreements, they never hurt her— she doesn’t go back home and chooses to travel around the world instead, helping people in whichever way possible and freely sharing her knowledge with anyone who’s willing to listen and, at the same time, learning from them
i mean, the concept’s not too original ksjdbg just something i thought of super quick, and that’s just a half-assed attempt at closure for an OC i made when i was like… 9
headcanons about my favs:
ok this one’s hard because i’m not into any like… fandom things right now? i haven’t found anything that rly interests me or that i could see myself being passionate about, which sucks because i do kinda miss being into stuff with Established Content :(
so i’ve been focusing on my OCs + original stories and such. and i’m not sure if OC headcanons count as headcanons because i control canon so technically everything i come up with IS canon. then again it’s headcanon too because it’s a canon from my head because that’s where ideas come from. okay wait i’m not making any cents here x
but uhh knowing me i might think of something right after publishing this, so if that happens i’ll come back and edit this post :0
also just saying but if any of y’all know of something i could get into then lmk, i’m open to suggestions! preferably free stuff though... i’m beset by capitalisms
a favorite scene that i loved:
i can’t remember any in particular right now, either from my #content or somebody else’s SDFKJGBDF god my mind 😔 well i mean i’m gonna be a little bit full of meself and say that i’ve written things that i really like, especially imagery-wise, but i Also want to publish those someday… like i’ve also written original/OC-related stuff that i don’t plan on publishing, but i’m not THAT proud of them tbh :/
i was —emphasis on was— trying to write a short story about jasna (one of my D-N/D OCs, a cleric of oghma) that never really went anywhere, but i did post a snippet on my OC blog, and that’s what i hate the least out of all my recent attempts at writing? so i’m just gonna put it here again ig sdfgs (not actually linking to the OC blog post because it’s kind of a mess rn, i need to fix the theme + clean it up a bit)
if you got this far and read all of this nonsensical verbal monster: i love u with all my heart and i would legitimately die for u.
#otherworldly whispers#hope it's OK that i'm mentioning u btw!!!#just so u know i wasn't like. ignoring you or anything dsfkgsd#also if i'd answered the question directly it'd have shown up in ur activity feed anyway right? so technically it's the same#... i think...#long post#im talking a LONG ass fucking post that's not a joke or an exaggeration this bitch is LONG#text heavy#food ment - . / (Kind of? not really????)#family ment - . /#fire ment - . /#again kind of not really#ask me to tag - . /#bc im not sure how else to tag this skjdfb
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Ruby Rose: ‘Dreamt Big’ when she felt ‘so small.’
Ruby Rose: ‘Dreamt Big’ when she felt ‘so small.’
“I dreamt of being a famous singer or an actor who, through my work, could inspire others to be themselves or hang in there. I had no idea how I dreamt so big when I felt so small, but I know it got me through each day. I wanted to be the person I couldn’t find in my life.”
THE TONIGHT SHOW STARRING JIMMY FALLON — Episode 0910 — Pictured: (l-r) Actress Ruby Rose during an interview with host Jimmy Fallon on August 8, 2018 — (Photo by: Andrew Lipovsky/NBC)
Learning about Ruby Rose is quite inspiring, the way she rose to fame to inspiring millions of people through her actions is nothing less than inspiration.
Ruby Rose Langenheim is her full name and Rose was born in Melbourne to Katia Langenheim.
Katia Langenheim was a single mother at the time and Ruby truly describes her mother as a huge inspiration and role model.
She truly is one inspiring mama!
Further, Ruby was able to attend University High School and Footscray City College.
Isn’t it true that college students often change career paths?
It’s amazing how hard Ruby Rose worked her way to the top, from Orange Is the New Black, Pitch Perfect to Batwoman.
The lack of women starring in high-budget films has increased and that alone is inspiring to see, it’s history right in front of our eyes, I mean, she’s making history every single day.
Let’s take a deeper dive into her life, her story truly inspires those who are having a hard time with situations in life.
Facts about Ruby Rose and being gender-neutral.
rubyrose This was fun, beautiful, Inspiring and an honor. @entertainmentweekly
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She was the goddaughter of indigenous Australian boxer Lionel Rose and the great-granddaughter of Alec Campbell [the last surviving soldier from the Australian Battle of Gallipoli].
Inspiringly, Ruby came out as a lesbian when she was 12-years-old. In fact, her sexuality was a cause of bullying, including verbal and physical abuse from schoolmates.
Sadly, this even led her to a suicide attempt.
The truth is hard to digest but the world would not be as great as it is without her presence. Many things attributed to Ruby suffering from depression [like many other people in the world].
Of equal importance, Rose opened up about her sexuality growing up, sharing how she was saving money to transition from female to male.
“It was in my mind as something I wanted to do and then I just… didn’t. I guess I grew out of it. I even used to sleep on my front because I didn’t want to get boobs ever, which I think worked actually.”
Ultimately leading her to discover androgyny, which allowed her to model with different gender expressions.
“I remember being at a yum cha restaurant with my dad and the owner coming up and saying, ‘Excuse me, we’re trying to work out if you’re a handsome boy or a beautiful girl.’ It was a compliment and I was shocked, and when I thought about it I actually wanted to be a handsome boy.”
Presently, Ruby Rose is genderfluid, sharing
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“I am very gender fluid and feel more like I wake up everyday sort of gender-neutral. I think at this stage I will stay a woman but … who knows. I’m so comfortable right now I feel wonderful about it, but I also fluctuate a lot.”
All that matters is that she is comfortable and inspiring others to feel the same, as well as to be proud of who they are inside and on the outside.
Isn’t it great that her short film “Break Free,” literally opened a whole new world not only for herself but for her viewers, those she truly wanted to inspire with her short?
Buzzfeed shared a great article about her short-film and how it was made to inspire others to “break free,” from gender identities.
“With over 100,000 shares and 80,000 likes on Facebook – the film, written and produced by Rose herself – has a lot of people talking. She posted the project along with this brief description.
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“A short film about gender roles, Trans, and what it is like to have an identity that deviates from the status quo.”
Unfortunately, not one soul in the universe can please every person alive. In fact, after the project dropped, the gorgeous model spoke up bluntly on issues of bullying within the LGBTQ community, right on her Facebook page.
“You know what needs to stop just as much as homophobia, bullying within the LGBT Community…
A ‘bisexual’ isn’t just greedy.. ‘Pansexual’ exists and isn’t a cop-out.. ‘Straight’ people can be gay huge advocates and blessings to the community…
You can identify as trans without surgery, you can be gender fluid…
Pride 2019: Daya was not afraid to open up about her sexuality!
in fact, guess what… you can be whoever you are and like whoever you like and WE should spread the love and acceptance we constantly say we don’t receive. I will delete any inter fan/follower bullying.. because it’s so backward and does not belong on my page.”
Lastly, she shared how this is her story [even though there were those who still complained about how she chose to share her story].
“In this film, I am telling my story which involved bandaging my breasts in the ’90s. I had no education on the harm Ace bandages cause as I was just a kid. I do not recommend anyone trying to tape down their breasts to use them.”
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Honestly, to those who have a problem with how Ruby Rose decided to approach her life, her choices, her sexuality, her visions for film and modeling…
Well, they can just take a seat in the back because negativity will never have a positive outcome.
So, in turn, why not leave the world better than you found it?
For instance, why not take a stand and tell your story, it doesn’t have to be the same as Ruby Rose’s “Break Free.”
In fact, it shouldn’t be the same, we all have a different path.
Are you ready for an honest ending?
Ruby freakin’ Rose has likely become the female crush of those who are even straight, I mean, damn, she is hot.
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Me: *has an animatic / oneshot / otherwise independent project idea for a dark side!Logan, which could easily be a thing all on its own*
My brain: But what if, and hear me out here, what if instead of that, we make it about Shatter.
Me: We,, we don’t have to do that for all of these y’know
Brain:
Me: Logan as a dark side could work in lots of different ways too
Brain:
Me:
Brain:
Me: Y’know what yeah alright you’re right let’s go
(Shatter’s a fantastic fic by @rosegoldroman that is just,, it’s so good guys. It’s so good. More excited dumping can be found in the tags. XD)
If anyone’s curious about the ideas, I’ll put ‘em under a cut for spoilers/length.
“It Took Me By Surprise” by Maria Mena
I’m super super tempted to plan and type out every single line and action and in-between parts for this one, but that would take forever and I’d never post this, so we’re gonna summarize!
First verse: The other light sides doing something or another to talk over Logan, and him continuing to try in vain to be heard. Likely in the order of Roman, Virgil, Patton, then Logan getting desperate.
First chorus: The process of Logan shattering the other three.
Second verse: Deceit helping fix Roman. Deceit conflicted about changing, Roman being wary, Roman opening up, Deceit avoiding Roman bc he’s afraid of falling in love, and them leaving to get Patton.
Second chorus: Deceit and Roman helping Patton. Patton being wary of Deceit in particular, and then being okay with him, and then finding Roman’s note.
Third chorus: The process of getting everyone free from the dungeon. Deceit tricking the mouth, Roman and Remus making up, Patton doing that power thing during the fight. The end part instrumental part is a shot of them looking towards the light sides place, like that dramatic end of episode shot if you know what I mean.
“Evil for Extra Credit” from Phineas and Ferb
I don’t have this one planned out like I do for the other, because funny/borderline shitpost-y projects are more different funny ideas than fully planned, scripted things. And this is in no way supposed to follow canon events, it’s just a funny scenario.
But just. Just imagine.
Remus as Doof and MM as Roman, locked up in the dungeon thing.
Logan as Carl, having locked them up.
That little back and forth at the beginning
Remus: you don’t pay him??? like you don’t thank him or anything?????
Roman: he gets,,,, he gets some credit sometimes,,,,
Remus: are you SURE you’re not evil
Roman: ,,,,,anyway HEY LOGAN LET US THE FUCK OUT
ten seconds later
Roman: what could you POSSIBLY have to gain
They’ve got a smoothie machine in their cell.
Remus is responsible for this ofc
The Madagascar part is literally native creatures or something blended in, because it’s Remus.
logan bursting into song right there out of nowhere
logan just singing this in the middle of all this tenseness i cannot stress enough how funny i find this
the d a n c i n g he also does that
move for move
also idk if he’s already got a new dark side outfit
but either way he just rips off the old one and reveals the exact same outfit but with a leather jacket and sunglasses that somehow were’t there before
remus is having the time of his fucking life, just singing and dancing along
he can probably get out bc its his realm but no this is so much more entertaining
i want that little scenario about parking the car wherever to be literally acted out
idk how but i’m thinking like a movie set where just the one area he’s in suddenly has the scene of a parking lot and a car
he just hops in and parks in that little space next to the disability spaces you know with the lines?
and then flips off either the twins or some fake cop from the imagination
remus has something to do with all this and logan’s too into it to notice
‘tell em all about it girls!’ little mouths or something come down from the ceiling and sing that little bridge
and then they’re just waggling along in some weird dance-ish thing
idk about you but this mental image is amazing to me
(also tagging @amintyworld bc it was your idea to use this for dark side!logan. and i know i said i’d do something with it but animatics have been hard lately, and it feels unfair to just leave you hanging. so at least here’s what i’d do if/when i get to it!)
Buddy Chum Pal
this can be used in so many ways
logan breaking the other light sides
patton protecting them all in that last bit
deceit impersonating rage to free himself
roman and/or remus during their entire exchange/fight in the dungeon
rage threatening logan so he stays in line
there’s so many possibilities
and every one of them is just the speaker doing a bunch of dramatic and ridiculous jump cuts
i don’t think there’s much more to be said here
Ready as I’ll Ever Be from Tangled The Series
i just remembered i had this one in my notes whoops
i dont have time to plan it all out so heres my overall ideas
logan’s varian, obviously
patton’s the one he’s got captured
deceit’s cassandra
roman’s the unsure one
remus is the one who reassures him
in assigning the characters i guess this is set when they’re trying to save patton
when patton’s trying to convince logan ‘hey can you not’ i’m thinking its when logan/rage is preparing to take his essence, and ‘please listen’ is all he can manage before he’s out
deceit’s rallying himself and roman before going in probably. ig to make sense of remus also being there there’s like a timeskip when he says ‘are you ready?’, maybe like him saying that to roman then fading to it being a similar scenario with both twins that time??
then the twins have their exchange
i think all the little motives are more like thoughts, showing them Determined™ but not talking
and then the last line is rage talking through logan
and there you have it! all the ideas for this fic that i’ll either never do or eventually do. who knows? not me lol
i hope these are actually as good as i think they are! if you’re so inspired then please feel free to take and make any you’d like!
#heaven knows i need to get some of these ideas off my list theres so many idea and so little motivation slkjdgh#and the offer's still open if you wanna ask for/about any of the other ideas on there#but anyway yeah its fantastic#i highly recommend it#its so interesting and angsty and exciting and fun#it balances good and bad shit really nicely so neither is overwhelming#the character writing and growth is top notch#and its centered around (sympathetic) deceit which of course means i love it#its also nearly 50 chapters so if you need something to binge like i did back when it was 40 then there ya go#the character interactions too are really good#like they make sense yknow? i can absolutely see the sides doing/saying these things#(not that fics without writing them entirely in character is a flaw of course bc those are usually fun in their own right but)#also the grammar's really good too#despite my best efforts consistent bad grammar in fics irks me and makes them hard to read. this one does not do that which i appreciate#hh i love it#patton sanders#logan sanders#deceit sanders#roman sanders#remus sanders#virgil sanders#rage sanders#dark side!logan#ts patton#ts logan#ts roman#ts virgil#ts deceit#ts remus
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His Little Sister--Part Two
Word Count: 2192
Requested By: @myinconnelly1 She hyped it up for me and I am glad she did! The part where the Fan ask a questions was all her idea and I love it!
Pairing: Jared x Reader
Characters: Reader, Jared, Jensen, Richard Speight Jr, Misha, Alex, Rob Benedict, Fans, Cliff (Mentioned), Danneel Ackles (Mentioned). Ackles Twins (Mentioned).
About: Months have gone by and the Reader and Sam have successfully (and playfully) hidden their relationship from Jensen. But during a convention, the Reader and Sam don’t know that their soft conversation was heard by a fan who asks Jensen his thoughts about it in front of everyone.
Disclaimer: Language, Quickie (Unprotected--Don’t be silly wrap that willy), Angst, Fluff, Possible Pregnant Reader,
Disclaimer 2: Any of the shorts that are hot and steamy, I want to put out there that it's in no way disrespectful towards Gen at all. I love her to death and respect that marriage between her and Jared. So when reading those shorts, know that it all takes place in an alternate world where they aren't married at all.
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I hold tight to the extra as he takes the fake blade out of themselves and stabs me with it. I pop the 'blood' capsule in my mouth and let it trickle out the corner of my mouth. I chuckle and take a step towards the fake cliff edge.
"Opheila, No!" Jared yells his line from a distance. I turn to him and give a smile smile before turning back to the extra.
"This is for Claire," I say my line in a wicked tone as the extra and I fall five feet into the giant air bag waiting for us below.
"Cut!" Rich yells from his chair. "Now that's what I call a wrap up!"
The extra and I roll off the bag. Jensen is waiting for me on the ground. "That was awesome," he says steadying me. I eye Jared off in the distance. He looks me up and down and winks at me before walking off. We have plans to meet up later.
Jared and I had been sleeping together for some months now. We had plans on telling my brother but, we kind of like the sneaking around. And since we were seeing each other secretly and having amazing hot sex, it made our characters chemistry on set better. Jensen and everyone just thought that it was amazing acting. So what everyone saw as Sam touching and or kissing Opheila, was actually Jared touching and or kissing me.
"So," Jensen and I walk back to the make up area so I can get this thick make up off my face. I feel like a part time clown and part time stripper. "What do you say we go out and celebrate tonight. It'll be me, you, Jared, maybe that chick Jared had talked to months ago, and that extra that keeps checking you out."
I choke on my water. "Jared says that chick," I say chick as smooth as I can. "wasn't what he's looking for. It wasn't going anywhere. Plus what extra?"
Jensen pulls me close to him and points to a dude all dressed up in black. "The demon that you killed before your fall with Claire's killer. He's been looking at you all freaking week and I've talked with him a few times. You might actually like him. Maybe get you back into the dating game."
I choke again. "We will see about that."
After I'm make up I free. I avoid my brother at all costs. I even avoid the journalist that have been hounding me for months. Ever since word had gotten out about my return to acting. every magazine and online news outlets wanted some part of me. And it wasn't because I was on Riverdale before it was because I am YN Ackles the little sister to Jensen.
I do a million double takes as I walk towards Jareds trailer. No one and I mean no one knew about us. We hid it that well. I get to his door when a voice stops me.
"Hey," it's Misha. "Tell that knuckle head it's on." He tosses an empty bottle of fart spray towards me. I barely catch it and realize it still has a smell.
"Oh God, "I make a face and throw it back Misha. "You're fucking gross, Misha." Misha dodges it and laughs as he walks away. The guys and their games and pranks. One of these days one of their pranks are going to back fire on them. Now that will be worth watching.
I walk into the trailer and once the door closes, Jared hands are pulling me away from the visible windows and pushing me up on the wall where no one can see us. "Took you long enough," His voice purrs into my ear as he unbuttons my shirt. I close my eyes and exhale. This is the best way to relax after a day like this.
"Sorry," I fumble with my belt and pants. "I was too busy loosing my brother on set." I finally get my belt off and pants undone. I push Jared back towards his bed, he's already working on his pants. I kick my pants off and throw my already unbuttoned shirt to the side. I walk up to Jared, whose now just in his boxers. His hard erection extremely visible. The throbbing and wetness in my core is screaming for it to be inside of me.
I push Jared onto his bed and straddle his lap. His cock poking me hard through our thin underwear. Jared reaches down between us and shoves not only his underwear off but mine as well. I lift myself up and slowly lower myself over his long, thick and throbbing cock. Jared groans and falls back onto the bed as I begin to move my hips up and down. He feels so good inside of me.
After a minute, Jared sits up and flips us over. He grabs my hands and pins them above my head and thrust deeper and faster inside of me. I bite my lip to keep myself from making a sound. A few small whimpers escape me. I kick my leg up and throw them around Jared waist to make sure he stays deep inside. Jared thrusts go from lightning fast to average and sloppy. He's close and I start to feel myself tighten hard around him.
I look into his eyes, "Don't pull out," I manage to get out in between thrusts and whimpers. With that, I feel Jared slam himself into me releasing everything he's got inside of me. I feel myself let go and arch myself into his chest. Jared slowly thrusts through both our orgasms.
"Wasn't my plan for it to be that short," Jared rolls over and pulls me to his chest. "Still amazing though." He kisses my head. "I love you YN."
"I love you, too, Jared," I take a deep breath until theres a knock on the trailer door.
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A month as gone by and we are all back home. Jared and I are still seeing each other secretly. Jensen is doing interviews and such about this latest season of Supernatural. I have been contacted multiple time about bringing back my character on Riverdale. Today I gave the middle finger to them. They did me dirty by cutting me off from the show without telling me or let alone talking to me about it. I have a lot on my plate.
Dallas Con.
I walk out of the bathroom of my hotel room and see Jared sitting on the couch. His wringing his hands as he looks up at me. I hand him the stick in my hand. "This one says negative, but the one from last night for sure said positive." My period was a week late. It's never late. It's always been on time. Until now. Six tests later four say I could be pregnant but the other two say I may not be.
"We just keep testing," Jared sits it next to the other test I took from last night. "Until we know for sure."
"Babe," I sit next to him and take his hand. "Danneel needed a blood test with the twins after getting wonky test results like this. I'll call an OBGYN tomorrow and get in as soon as I can." I lean in and kiss him.
"Okay," Jared smiles. "I trust you." He stands up and I stand up with him. "Should we head on down?"
Walking down the hotel hallway, Jared stops us and looks at me. "You know, I can actually see this whole thing being possible."
"That I can convince you to rip a condom off and have you cum inside me," I say. My mind is in the same place. "And to not pull out when a condom isn't in play." Those nights and days where Jared cums in me were always the best.
"Quite a few times, actually," Jared licks his lips which he knows is a dead ass turn on for me. "If we are pregnant, we will need to tell Jensen." Jared leans down to kiss me. "You'll be an amazing mom."
The convention is a blast. We laugh and joke about our time on set. We even answer questions about Sam and Opheila. I don't think I have ever laughed that hard before. Everything was settling down and it was my cue to go off stage. As I am walking off I hear the next question.
"This one is for Jensen," a fan says.
"Ha! Mine," Jensen playfully pushes Jared.
"How do you feel about YN being pregnant, becoming an uncle, and Jared being officially apart of the family?"
I spin around wondering if I heard that right. Jared chokes on his water. My brother's eyes widen. Rich and Rob both have their mouths hanging open. I feel the color drain from my face. I look back to see Misha and Alex staring too. The whole ball room is quite. I look back and lock eyes with Jared. How the hell did this fan know?
"What's that?" Jensen asks looking my way.
"How do you feel about your sister and Jared becoming parents?" the Fan asked again. This time there was something in her voice that knew that no one knew.
"Um," Jensen looks back at Jared. The look on his face was unreadable. "I'm still processing that. How do you feel, bro?" Jensen says bro with enough emphasis that makes me make my way to the water.
The rest of the panel is awkward. All questions were about Jared and I. Jensen's entire face is still unreadable that made me nervous. He has only been like this a few times before and it usually ends with him being pissed off.
When the panel is over Jensen walks up to me and takes my arm and pulls me out of the ballroom. Jared is following behind. Jensen takes us to a whole other part of the hotel. Before we know it we are in an empty room. Jensen lets go of my arm and spins around and rubs his face. Jared steps closer to me but I stop him. I don't know what my brother was thinking.
"You guys are sleeping together?" He exclaims making a face. "My little sister and best friend are having sex and a baby. How long has this been going on?"
Jared and I exchange looks. "November," I look back at Jensen who has risen is eyebrows higher than they normally go.
"Six months?!" He claims. "And you guys didn't tell me?! This hurts guys. What hurts more is I have to learn that you guys are having a baby. From a fan!"
Jensen rubs his face again. Jared pulls out his phone and looks at the both of us. "Uh, Cliff is looking for me. Wants me for mine and Misha's photo op."
"Go," Jensen and I say.
I sit on the ground and Jensen sits as well. "We aren't sure if I am pregnant or not. The tests are wonky. Kind of like Dee's were with the twins. And we meant to tell you but we got caught up in the fun of sneaking around." Jensen takes a deep breath and just stares at me. "I'm sorry Jay," I reach for his hand. "If it makes you happy or feel any better, no one else knew either."
"I can see it now," Jensen looks down at the ground and starts to pull at a piece of rug. "It was right in front of me the whole time but I was blind to it." He looks up at me. "So, will you be getting a blood test?"
I nod. "The only way to know for sure. And if I really am," I pat Jensen's hand. "You'll be a kick ass uncle."
"Damn right I will be."
By the end of the next week, Jared and I go public about our relationship and the news that by the new year the two of us will be introducing our first child into the world. A couple months later, Jared and I tie the knot in a very intimate ceremony that included just both our families and closest friends. Three days before Christmas, Jared and I welcome a little girl into the world. She is the most beautiful thing on the planet and watching my brother fall in love with her melts my heart.
By the time New Years Hit, Jared is home on break from filming. We rent out a small apartment on the outskirts of Austin. I had a few more weeks before I was cleared to go back. Jared leads me to our apartment balcony the view is absolutely breath taking. Even at night. Jared pulls me close to him and kisses me gently as fireworks were set off in the distance. "Happy New Years, Mrs. Padalecki."
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Episode 2: “I was prepared to come in this game and slay.” - Madison
ok well... none of us were voted out which is alright i guess but we are literally not winning this immunity with gloria and patricia on our tribe.... like no offense to them but they finna submit like 20 thinking its a good score like arghhh its whatever tho bc im going to get the highest on the tribe so if they vote me out theyre literally the dumbest people ive ever met. if we lose, i truly dont think im going anywhere bc i have 3 people im genuinely friends with and ive been having good convos with dennis and brian... wow i cant believe im aligning with mostly men
me as soon as i saw the blog for the game: "i should check the rules page, i know some hosts are sneaky & hide advantages in there"
me: everything looks a-ok to me!!!!
hosts: make sure you check the rules page!!!
me: hmmm seems fishy, let me check again!!!
me: nope, nothing ot the the blue
me: tells dan about the advantage in the results post
dan: something looked fishy to me in the rules page, but i tried to right-click and nothing worked, let me check again
dan: omg. it took me to the same page as the results
me: wow. i truly am a useless piece of garbage
ok im back and i found out more info. so apparently gloria has been on call with dennis AND francie which means they dont play around. i think theyre being really social with everyone and i KNOW francie has amanda and emily on the other tribe so im actually really worried about them. i have talked to them a lot and i feel like i wouldnt be their first target but maybe randy or madison would be?? idk. if we dont win this immunity it wont be the worst thing in the world bc everyone agreed to patricia last week so might as well try again this round ig. i talked to randy and he's on the same page and also is afraid of francie and dennis being really social so hopefully once our tribe gets down to 7 or 8, the 4 of us (madison, randy, tj) would be majority. i really trust tj and he always keeps me updated but... he has a mind of his own and i wont be surprised if he wouldnt be down to do one of them. btw ill probably make a podcast or a video dr tomorrow if i find more tea...
I’m not going to do as well on this challenge as my tribe mates I don’t think. So now, of course, I’m thinking about tribal last night and how I was asked about the first challenge and I was like “yeah keep me around bc I can help in challenges.” That’s not going to be good for now. I’m going to do my best given the calculus and government homework I have for tomorrow (EW). I’m also thinking about the game as a whole. I want to put myself in a position of power wherein I can be a big part of strategy and make notable moves while also not flagging myself as someone “running the game” (lol like that’ll happen) or someone who’s too big of a threat to stay. This involves identifying larger threats than myself and locking them out before anyone knocks me out etc. There’s a bullseye; let me find my quiver. This is also probably the last confessional I’ll make ‘til after the challenge because why spend time confessing when you can find invisible cows. (I’m on the way to school and confessing on my phone. No, I’m not the one driving. I may confess at lunch or study hall if anything worth confessing happens between now and then.)
Okay so I went back and checked the other posts and there wasn’t anything around. But when the new immunity challenge was posted, there was the same link hidden on the post. I sent it to my host chat and nothing. I noticed after I sent it that the link wasn’t hidden on the new challenge post anymore, but the previous ones are still there. Interesting….
So the Fans went to tribal and we were hoping that by sending Jon to Exile, they would vote out Randy and it would keep an inactive around to help them flop more. However, Jon struck out and was med-evac’d. Great. So now the Fans are gonna go super hard on this challenge since they basically got a free pass. This challenge, by the way…. Shout out to Drew. I hate this challenge. Invisible Cows can die, all of them. I told my tribe to make the window as small as possible so the cows have less places to hide, and I think its working out for everyone, so hopefully we can do this. I’m just worried because I know Madison on the other tribe just played this game in a challenge not too long ago and if she tells them about the trick then we are basically on even playing ground. Im at 800 right now and my goal is to get to 1500 but we will see.
I’m still trying to figure out my social game. Usually in games, I form some kind of alliance within the first 48 hours and generally keep up appearances with everyone. I want to do things differently this game. While I am still trying to be friendly and talk to people, I dont want to be the one to hold all the conversations. I’m having trouble keeping a conversation with Asa and Ian and Nicholas, but everyone else I’ve had at least a 10 minute conversation or longer every day. Colin has already suggested voting out Asa if we go to tribal because he’s talked to her the least. He says that me and him are good and I’m glad for that. I really like Colin. And I know that Emily will have my back, at least in the tribal portion of the game. Last night, Dan, Lindsay, and I formed an alliance. Finally! I really like Lindsay and we danced around forming an official alliance with each other for 3 days, and Dan and I have talked a lot, so I’m really glad this happened. With this alliance, and my bond with Colin and my relationship with Emily, I feel like I’ll be okay should we go to tribal. I’m hoping we don’t have to… here’s hoping we can find more cows than the Fans..
https://youtu.be/D45IAXpUHyA
This challenge is cute! And also my tribe is just Slaying this challenge. I love this tribe, we're stacked as hell djkfgfh
Oh well fuck. Well I was middle of the road with the scores so I didn’t go from top score to lowest ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it still fucking sucks though. I hope enough people are down with the plan from the last round depending on who gets exiled.
Temujin exiling Patricia was the obvious move—keep the lowest challenger in the game and force the losing tribe to send a better challenge player home, increasing the likelihood of them returning to tribal—and from a strategic standpoint I have to give them a bit of credit but being on the tribe that’s getting screwed over? Fuck this.
So I'm in the predicament of which alliance to throw under the fucking bus, I should've been quiet about the group to Julia Rae and Madison. Best person to go home would be Brian or Randy, for my own personal benefit
Wow, so I don't know if you managed to see that but I told Julia Rae and Madison about GloForce...and then switch them to Brian
Wow this tribe really is doing that. I get a bad feeling we’re gonna get swap-fucked somehow. I guess now that its been a few days I can give my opinions on people a little more.
I get strange vibes from Amanda and Dan. I feel like they’re close just by interactions they have in the tribe chat. They both also seem like the type to be cutthroat. I think I’m in good with them tho so as long as I’m not doing anything shady they might not target me, since I have a feeling they’ll be the ones trying to lead the first few votes when/if we go to tribal.
I get good vibes from Emily, Asa, Quillyn, and Lindsey. They seem pretty trustworthy and easy to work with.
As far as Nicholas, Ian, and Colin go, I don’t really have any connection with them but I’mma try talking to them more while things are easy and peaceful so they would be hesitant to vote out me over someone else.
I’m really curious as to who got the secret advantage. I’m mad as hell that I didn’t get it but oh well. I feel like if anyone got it it was probably on the faves tribe, cause I feel like the fans aren’t putting in all that much effort or reading into things as much as an experienced player might. I’m glad to have been the one to publicly expose the advantage because I want whoever got it to be on their toes and that they’ll have to be more cautious and stressed about trying to do things involving it. They probably think no one is paying attention but I have eyes in the webcams on their computers. I see them.
Temujin won the second immunity and I'm very pleased with that as we are all getting along fine, but for how long? Eventually we will have to turn on each other and vote one of us out. My job is to just make sure it's not me, pre merge portion of the game I aim for a good score but not the best of unbeatable score. The sweet spot is upper middle, you are seen that you can be beat in individual challenges yet good enough to want to keep around for a strong pre merge tribe
Also i feel like horse culture is important?? Like idk why the hosts wouldn't just put a keyboard smash url or make the url (survivormongolia.com/secret-advantage). Like horse culture must mean something. I wish I was one of those girls in middle school who put horse stickers on all their supplies. I feel like maybe I could better understand horse culture and what this could mean. But just know i have made a mental sticky note saying "HORSE CULTURE" in bold sharpie.
Allow me to explain why Brian being voted off would be a fucking stupid idea or Julia and Madison, so if me, Julia, Madison, or Randy gets sent to exile and Patricia is gonna come back in our place just how well do you think that's gonna play out. Patricia isn't stupid and probably knows she was gonna get the boot...this time atleast. With the scores brian and randy have been producing it'd probably be them getting booted next, at this point I'm trying to stall...
I'm glad we won another immunity! although I'm getting sick of the fake sweetness of our tribe like nobody actually likes each other that much and that will show once we end up losing one of these challenges. I'm really tired of the passive aggressive competitiveness of some of these people too like, we can just all support each other and not like try to put people down who can't get as high of a score on a shitty flash game? I'm hoping for an early swap honestly I would definitely want to try working with some of these fans over the people on my tribe who I just can't seem to connect with.
So. Jon went to exile Island and got his 3rd strike. That was great, because he would've been voted off anyways.
Then the next challenge happened and disaster struck. First off, I love that minigame but holy shit, it drives some1 crazy UNLESS YOUR NAME IS MADISON AND YOU ACTUALLY FIND A TRICK TO SPEED UP THE PROCESS BUT THEN PROCEED TO NOT TELL ANY1. Eitherway I spend around 3 hours during all my exams and papers, that are due, to find stupid 800 cows until I was about to go to bed, wher TJ told me a trick to boost up my score. So I did that and brought it up to 1100 by another 20 min but that wasn't enough by FAR. The rest of the tribe decided that 300 or 600 is enough. Obviously we couldn't know how much the other tribe was getting, but after seeing that easy trick everyone could've atleast aimed for 1000.
We lose the challenge, they pick Patricia, which is a good pick (Since she would've most likely been voted off other wise - even though I did bring up a point in the alliance chat, that we might have needed her to keep the majority in the tribe, just in case the other 4 form a counter alliance). Me and TJ talked a bit and I told him before, that the only 2 possible votes are Brian or Randy. Both have barely been active in this tribe, with Randy just doing a tiny bit more (Flag challenge) but we can't hold that as a positive for him, forever. In the end it seems to be brian tonight, oh well unlucky.
But in my opinion, seeing how our Tribe works compared to the Favorites this wont change anything. They will keep beating us out in every challenge until we are at a low number of members just to be picked up 1 by 1 in the merge or at a tribeswap. Its super scary and I am already getting a little bit anxious and frustrated looking forward. The worst thing that could happen to us is, that we win the Reward challenge and then get on too much of a high, go back to doing the least amount of work, just to be crushed at the next Immunity challenge again. Lets hope that isn't the case. Lets hope a swap happens sooner than later, when we still have some numbers..
But, on a more serious note! That whole conversation about the secret advantage came up with Dan after he returned from Exile. He told me about the idol on Exile, & how it's the name of a Survivor, you only have two yes or no questions to narrow it down, & you only get three guesses. He also told me what questions he asked, & his guesses!
So, I guess my social game is better than I thought it was, because he said he was only going to tell Amanda & I, & we ended up making an alliance chat. To be honest, this group really makes sense to me, because I feel we are more of the "social" people on our tribe, where we'll message people first, & try to keep the conversation going, so I'm really happy with this core group. Now, I'm not a mathematician, but even I know that three out of ten people in a tribe is not a majority, but it's nice to have a solid core group that we can hopefully add to when needed! Plus, if you have a smaller group inside a bigger one, you're already in a better position number wise. I'm blabbering on about this newfound alliance, & how it's good for my game, just to watch it blow up when the inevitable swap happens, & we're split up. :) :) :) :)
I'm still trying to form relationships with other people on my tribe, but I feel like I haven't really gotten far. I think I have a good relationship with QuilLynn! We actually talk quite a bit, & have good conversations about things outside the game, & I really like her! She's someone I can definitely see myself working with down the line, so hopefully she feels the same way.
Like, I'm really glad & relieved that we've won the immunity challenges, but sometimes when you're on a tribe that keeps winning, it's easy to just relax & not talk as much. It's when you lose, where everyone starts to scramble, & relationships develop further. Basically right now, we're the Love tribe, where everything is sunshine & rainbows, & no one has a bad thing to say about anyone. But, if we were to lose, we'd go from *heart eyes emoji* to *knife emoji* real quick.
I don't want to say I thrive in chaos, because I don't, I'll overthink every possible scenario & hop aboard the paranoid train, full speed ahead. However, I thrive when people are very conversational, & I feel like the people on my tribe will only become like this when they feel their ass may be on the line.
Another update about our tribe idol: Still haven't guessed once. Still a flop. Let's try to turn this around, Lindsay! You can do it.
This confessional has been all over the place, so sorry I'm a mess. I don't know. I can't control my thoughts or put them into words very well.
I’m angry I found 2.6k cows and we still lost. I don’t know what this tribe is doing tbh it’s such a mess. I was prepared to come in this game and SLAY but that’s kinda impossible right now so.
Gloria is an icon.
That’s all.
So I guess I haven't done one of these this round! WHOOPS. Well, not much has changed in my game. I'm still really enjoying the tribe for the most part and just trying to do my best in the tribe! Like I'm really proud of myself for performing so well in the challenges so far. Jokes on the tribe bc when I start school again, I'm not going to have as much time to do things *shrugs* I know I'm pretty and successful and they'll just need to understand that.
On a serious note, I'm worried about Colin coming back from exile and the idol situation over there. I'm lucky I have some time to plot and think about how I'm going to address that. I think I'm gonna say something along the lines of, well I kinda wanted to see who went to exile next before I said anything to anyone about it. I would be open to sharing information with Colin, I just feel like with him working we really haven't had the chance we need to really like create a lasting bond. Yes, we talked about people we liked and about keeping each other's best interests in mind, but that was one curt little conversations. I know curt implies rudeness, but that's not how I mean it, I'm just not smart enough to think of a better word. But, any who, I have some scrambling to do with our relationship, but I'm willing to give it a go. We shall see what the future holdsssss.
Cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow cow WOW IT WAS WORTH IT HEHE! I got 666 cows and our tribe won by an absolute landslide. I’m super happy! I am excited to see what happens when the fans actually have to um vote someone out and not be saved from a medical evacuation lmao. Also I haven’t been talking to people like I should because I’m so fucking lazy. And tired. Like give me a break people
Ugh we lost but I did so bad but I didn't had time to do it. I feel like I'm going home tonight unless I get to go to exile since I was lowest and last one they send had nothing
Hello it's me fallen tuna. I like my tribe a bit better it's pretty clear that we are all pretty busy. I suck the most at the comps so thats somewhat confusing but asa talks less so if we lost that might be the one person I'd try to get out
So this round has been me trying my hardest and obviously not succeeding. The faves tribe are just too dedicated for this game. Which is great for them, but we arent naturally as competitive as they are. Meaning that we're once again going to tribal. And they sent home Patricia. The girl who we thought would be the next voted off.
So now its scrambling. Julia told me her group of TJ, Madison, etc. is going to do Brian. I brought up the fact that me and Brian are close, and that Francie would probably be better since she's obviously close with Amanda on the other tribe. But Madison is also close with them, so i dont see them leaving this week. If I have to vote out Brian. Then damn, but I'm not leaving premerge. So its just time to cut my losses, and hopefully make it to a tribe swap.
Confessional: I am very upset with many players on my tribe who I feel don't need to be here because they are somewhat inactive and not trying all that hard in challenges. They need to carry their asses to be perfectly blunt. They are hurting our tribe and it takes all the fun out of the game to be honest. People are telling me they are voting Brian and I love him to death and know for fact he can be a great player but this game he has shown me nothing so I am going with majority and he was on my rdar this round for vote also, I am working with TJ Francie and Dennis and hope us 4 stick together and none of them turn on me. Thus far they are my safety net but who knows what will happen if a tribe switch happens and I hate this sending people to exile island it sucks big time cause I am afraid that will kill my game if sent. I hope that everybody 100% votes Brian out tonight and Randy isn't showing much attempt either after doing that gorgeous flag. That sucks but it is what it is in games take the good with the bad. Hope I last see you at tribal honorable host. <3 GLO GLO <3
So my gay ass is sitting here, minding my own business, and what do I see in a VL I'm in? Emily and Amanda are hosting an Athena season together? INCHRESTING. I will keep that little tid bit in the back of my head when it comes time to vote somebody out.
Okay so basically at this point my tribe is slaying the game! As one would expect, we have a lot of seasoned players who are hungry for redemption and really don’t want to be the first fave gone so everyone is going really over the top with these challenges. I won’t complain because they keep me safe by extension but i have a feeling that there is going to be a loss or a luck comp in our near future and i just don’t know how i am going to fare if we go to tribal. Right now i know that Quil, Emily and Lindsay wouldn’t vote me out. So that means hopefully 4/9 votes. Ive been trying to reconnect with Ian and I don’t think he would vote me out either so I think I could survive a tribal if I ended up going to one.
Right now i am putting in some work to make sure that Im not the first boot from this tribe. I’m trying to not talk to Asa or Thomas [they also don’t message me,,,,ew??? like wtf are you doing here if you aren’t going to message anyone] so that I can eagerly throw their names around if we go to tribal. Also ironically enough they are the highest placing members of our tribe so I’m hoping it can be an easy sell. That’s about it for now!
Honestly, I hate the fact we lost the challenge. I hate the fact that Patricia was given immunity because that means that my time may be up. People barely try and talk to me, or even bother to reply to me. So I think it's me tonight, which is fine. I am content with my journey. I was told it may be Randy but I doubt it. We'll see.
I'm good Patricia is coming on so hot. She's just like "I wanna work with you" and calls me right away like omg ajdhaidhss it's not that I wouldn't wanna work w her it's just that you'd think she'd spend st least ten minutes to have some small talk before throwing me six feet deep into strategy talk...
i dont think im getting voted out but if i do oh well... everyones voting brian i believe and my friends have no reason to lie to me so i am feelin GOOD!! i hope theres a tribe swap so i can be safe for once oh my god
I hope this tribal and the Brian vote are successful. Fingers crossed!
I'm confessing to say Emily was robbed in Athena All Stars and I love Drew even though he drags me always the end
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How The Minimalists Are Using Social Media in 2018
By Joshua Fields Millburn & Ryan Nicodemus · Follow: Facebook, Twitter, Instagram
Have you ever quit social media for an extended period of time? How did it change your perspective?
After using social media almost every day for the last seven years, we decided to walk away for a month to see what would happen. So, on December 31, 2017, before the ball dropped, we deleted all our past tweets and Instagram photos, we ceased our Facebook and Pinterest activity, and we uploaded a cryptic video alluding to our disappearance.
Then we were gone.
And now, a month later, we’re still alive, and we’re entering February 2018 with a blank slate.
During our month away, we learned some important lessons. And we unlearned a few bad habits. Most important, we discovered a need for us to use social media differently going forward.
Lessons Learned
Purpose. For us, once we’d created a blank slate, the purpose of social media became evident: communication. Not to sound overly simplistic, but want to use these platforms to effectively communicate our thoughts, ideas, and creations, and engage our audience directly with questions and answers—not broadcast our every thought. Social media can be a noisy place, and we don’t want to add to the noise—we want to whisper to the people who are listening.
Mindfulness. Whenever an activity occupies much of our mind, we need to take a step back and assess whether it’s worth the time we spend on that activity. Our friend Jessica Lynn Williams, who helps us organize our social feeds, discovered an important insight without the pall of social media in her everyday life: “Stepping away from social in January gave me the clarity of mind to see ‘the asshole in my mind running amuck’ (as Dan Harris says), and it has prompted me to adopt a regular meditation practice, which is something I’ve been afraid of for a while. This will be the year I take back my mind.”
Augmentation. We want to use social media to augment our creations—blog, podcast, books, films—not as the main platform on which we create. While we’ll be active on the different platforms, it’s worth noting that the best place to follow The Minimalists isn’t social media; the best place to follow our creations is by subscribing to our blog or by subscribing to our podcast (or both). Social media will simply append those platforms.
Unfollow. Whether it’s celebrities on Instagram, friends on Facebook, or news outlets on Twitter, the folks we follow often negatively affect our moods. We get caught up comparing ourselves with others, we get dragged down by naysayers, and we start twitching for 24-hour “breaking” news. Whenever this is the case, it’s best to unfollow those negative influences and instead curate a feed that includes people and brands who inform us, challenge us, and improve us. Letting go of the negative is the only way to make room for the valuable.
Value. As The Minimalists, we’ll post to social media only when it will add value for others. Before we publish to any platform, we must be able to affirmatively answer one question: Does this add value? If not, then delete.
Unlearned Bad Habits
Idiots. If the purpose of social media is to communicate with other humans, then we also must be careful with whom we engage. People find it easy to be keyboard crusaders, interactions with whom are rarely productive, so it’s important not to engage with the snarky critics, because this isn’t for them. Hence, if you’re a seagull, you’ll be blocked without discrimination, and you won’t be unblocked—ever. We have a renewed desire to communicate with our audience and a new vigor to avoid arguing with idiots.
Pacifiers. By removing the social media apps from our phones—which often pacified us whenever we had a silent moment in an airport, waiting room, or other interstitial zone—we learned that new pacifiers always appear. If you get rid of Facebook, you twitch for Twitter. If Instagram is gone, YouTube steps in. Two thousand years ago, the Stoics complained about people getting lost in books instead of going out and experiencing the real world. Today, we complain that nobody reads books anymore because everyone is lost in the tempting glow of their screens. Whether it’s books or social media we get lost in, we must work hard to use these tools deliberately to help us function in the real world—not remove ourselves from it.
Promoless. There’s too much “branding” going on these days. No, there aren’t any advertisements on our website or podcast or social media feeds, but even we have been guilty of too much self-promotion getting in the way of our own creations. Perhaps Derek Sivers said it best: putting ads in your work is like putting a Coke machine in a monastery. We feel the same about all the shameless self-promotion that’s going on these days, including our own. It’s solipsism run amuck. We’re pledging to remove the Coke machine from the monastery immediately so you can better enjoy what we’re creating and sharing without the promotional eyesores. Yes, we’ll occasionally talk about what we’re working on—including events, books, and projects—but we won’t let it get in the way of what we’re creating. If anything, promotion should be similar to the end credits of a film, not the main plot.
Triplicate. Over the years, we began using the different social media platforms the same exact way, which, when you think about it, is insane. It was a digital version of those old carbon-copy forms from decades past: post a photo to Instagram, repost it to Twitter, and then re-repost it to Facebook. Lather, rinse, repeat. Triplicating our efforts isn’t only tedious, it’s the opposite of using these platforms intentionally.
Using Social Media Differently
Because each social media platform is different, we want to use them differently—not as a carbon copy—so we’ve decided to focus on the specific strengths of each platform by identifying their primary and secondary uses. These changes should help us avoid creative overlap and will allow us better communicate with our audience as a result.
Facebook. We’ve found our Facebook audience engages most with the articles we post. Thus, we’ll use our Facebook account primarily to share useful links, be it our essays or others’ articles. Secondarily, we’ll use Facebook to publish short Audiograms and photo albums from past tours.
Twitter. Twitter is the best platform for us to share our text-only Minimal Maxims, so that will be its primary use. Secondarily, we’ll use Twitter to communicate directly with our audience: the brevity of this platform makes it the best place to interact with other people, so if you want to interact with us directly, Twitter is the best place to do so.
Instagram. Instagram is undoubtedly the best platform to share photos, so, going forward, we’ll use IG primarily to share beautiful black-and-white images. Secondarily, we’ll use the ephemerality of Instagram Stories to broadcast updates, current events, ephemera, and useful excerpts from our blogposts and podcasts. And we’ll occasionally use Instagram Live for unplanned live broadcasts, which are deleted after 24 hours.
Pinterest. Pinterest is the Internet’s corkboard, so it’s ideal us for us is to share letter boards that contain challenges and simple-living reminders from The Minimalists. We’ll also use our Pinterest account to repost photos of minimalist living spaces.
YouTube. Since YouTube is the premier video platform, this is where we’ll publish videos created by The Minimalists. This will be especially relevant when we add a video version of our podcast later this year. Secondarily, we’ll use YouTube to post other video creations: video essays, web series, and scheduled livestreams.
You’ll notice our absence from most social platforms: Snapchat, LinkedIn, Tumblr, Ello, Google+, Periscope, Flickr, Reddit, Quora, et al. That’s not because these services aren’t useful; they simply aren’t useful for us right now.
All things considered, we hope to use our new strategy to creatively add value to people’s lives. This is our recipe, and it isn’t ideal for everyone. Truth be told, it might not be ideal for anyone but us. And even then, we’ll likely adjust how we wield these tools after using them differently for a while.
No, we don’t expect you to follow us on every platform. Hell, we don’t expect you to follow us any platform. But if you find value in what we’re communicating, feel free to join us on our new journey. And if you ever stop finding value in what we’re sharing, please unfollow us at anytime.
P.S. Ella will continue tweeting her beautiful nonsense as usual.
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I received quite a few PMs from people from my previous post talking about my apps I use for creating social media content asking me to link to the accounts.I was just going to respond to all of them, but I figured I'd go into a bit more detail about how and why I chose my niche and the journey up until today. Sorry for how long it took to write this!I gladly encourage constructive feedback and criticism and I also would like for anyone’s input on on monetization methods that I could implement to increase earnings.My brand is a community called Barista Life. Barista Life is a pretty tight-knit group of baristas from around the world, a majority of them work at Starbucks. I began the account while working as a Starbucks barista myself and studying Marketing in college. I had previously started countless websites (like over 55+ by the time I was 19), Instagram accounts, and tried to start so many businesses that didn't go anywhere and this was the first one that stuck and grew into something. Working at Starbucks for almost 5 years gave me a deep understanding of the "Barista Life," so to speak, which I believe is why I have been able to continue for so long.In the beginning, I was a complete stranger to running that type of account which meant I was self-teaching myself as I went along. Until then, the only type of Instagram account I was familiar with was posting to my personal account so with it, came a huge learning curve. This was about 3ish maybe 4 years ago now and I know now they shouldn't be, but things like not taking any images from the internet and reposting them without crediting the OP was foreign to me. In the beginning, I received a lot of very vocal criticisms from users in r/Starbucks about the account which I tried not to take to heart but knowing any better, it was discouraging because my intentions were only good from the get go. But I kept going and learned the ways of Instagram and social media.Growing the account turned out to be a bit easier back then than I've found it to be now. Since there was no other account like barista life in the barista niche, I credit a lot of early growth to word of mouth. My account was the first, semi-large account that took the lives of baristas and used social media/meme trends to capture each moment that baristas all around the world related to. Followers would see a post that hit home, go to work where they're working in close quarters and talking with other baristas all day, and just like that, BL would get 10+ new followers. That doesn't mean that it didn't take a TON of work on top of that to get the word out there.While still a small account, I relied on the followers of the @StarbucksPartners Instagram account to target. I would literally sit for hours upon hours on my phone just following everybody who had liked one of the StarbucksPartners IG posts. It was more of a logical choice, which I think applies to choosing any account that has your target group. I knew that pretty much the only people following the starbucks employee Instagram account had to work at Starbucks. And since I chose to follow only users who had liked a photo, I knew 2 things: they worked at Starbucks (so my notification wouldn't necessarily be unwelcomed) and that they had an active account (since they were liking photos). This was before the use of automation bots like Instagress and FollowLiker became so annoying and common that a notification from a random account wasn't looked at as spammy as it is now. I did the same thing with the Barista Life Pinterest, Tumblr and Twitter accounts as well. Back then I was using a Chrome & Firefox extension called "iMacros" which executes repetitive tasks, such as liking tweets and following users, based on a script of code you enter in. The learning curve with imacros was pretty annoying, but I finally got it figured out and I would follow users and like tweets until I hit the limit. I'd wait a day or so, then keep going. Again, I don't really recommend using this method today since IG, Facebook and Twitter are way more likely to straight up ban your account from spamming.With the Starbucks Partners IG account, was their hashtag "#ToBeAPartner." This was pretty much the same thought process as above. I thought, why would somebody use the official hashtag of the starbucks barista if they weren't a starbucks barista? This provided me with a pool of about 50k baristas to start with.As for creating content, I would literally go to work and think of every little thing I did throughout the day. Every thing that was funny, annoying, inconvenient, etc. every job, every drink, every order, every type of customer could be made into a post, meme, tweet or video. So as the days went on, I would just write a note in my phone of a post idea. Then, on my ten minute breaks and my 30 minute lunch break, I would create a post or a meme, then post it and go back to work. Every single shift. Then after work, I would park my car somewhere shady and secluded usually in a parking lot in the industrial center near my work, and work from my phone for at least an hour or two in my nice air conditioned car with a charger and music. It's actually my favorite place to work. Absolutely no distractions and the air conditioner is free, not to mention the driver seat is comfy AF. Creating content is easier than one would think when you ARE your demographic. My love for memes and making people laugh definitely made the process easier by knowing how to keep up with the trends and knowing when they died out.Personally, I was so heavily invested with starbucks that it was apparent due to the account's focus on Starbucks related content. I receive a lot of comments from users asking us to focus less on starbucks and more on baristas that work at other coffee shops. It is tough though, Starbucks is so heavily covered in the news and so many followers work there that branching out is challenging, but we are working on researching new topics and working with other, smaller coffee brands.We have used a lot of our Instagram posts to create valuable content from the comments. For example, we could post a question asking everybody for their best tips and advice for being a shift supervisor, then we take the comments, and use them as content for an article/guide on our website. We've also partnered with bigger blogs like Cosmopolitan.com to provide content by asking questions to our community in exchange for mentions and backlinks back to our site.My whole goal with the account started out as just a meme account to bash on the annoying things customers would do while ordering. While we still do have posts about "annoying customer habits" We've been working to evolve the account into a place where everybody can come and validate their feelings and connect with like-minded individuals.Since Barista Life is not affiliated with Starbucks or any other corporation, it gives us a bit of freedom in what we can post. A majority of my followers are all people my age, all working the same job, all interacting with the same types of people, all going through the same trials and tribulations. My goal has pivoted into making what it's like to be a barista just overall, better.By taking a bad day somebody had, adding some humor to it, and posting; people will read through the comments and realize that thousands of others are feeling the same way. It may not sound like much, but I'd say the most fulfilling thing about making people laugh and bringing people together is knowing that I'm making people smile and improving their lives, no matter how insignificantly I'm doing so.I did quit my job as a barista a few months ago, but while working there, I would run the account in secrecy from my coworkers since I was a shift supervisor and did not want the fact that I ran the account to change their opinion of me. While an employee of Starbucks, corporate knew who I was and knew I was the one running the account. I was frequently contacted by corporate in regards to some of the more 'inappropriate' posts, I guess you could say, and was asked to remove them. I complied. (Starbucks is not a company you want on your bad side)For those wondering and trying to find a niche to start an online business with, I truly believe it has to be something you are passionate about and something you know the ins and outs of, or you're going to have a very hard time pushing through the downs. Trust me, there are a lot of downs and times where I wanted to stop posting. I actually did stop posting for a few months back in the earlier days of the account, but eventually picked it back up and I'm glad I did.Some of the hardships and challenges I've noticed now are staying motivated and holding myself accountable to keep busy and always looking for ways to grow and expand the business. When you truly work for yourself, it can be very easy to get relaxed and not work as hard as you know you should be. I'll have weeks where I'll wake up at 7am and work non-stop until late in the night. But then I'll also have days where I wake up a bit later, and have a real hard time sitting down and getting work done when I know I don't HAVE to. I know I should, but there's nobody over your shoulder holding you accountable so you have to literally be your own boss, your own motivation, and when you're the business, If you take a day off, the business takes a day off.Another challenge I've faced is hiring and outsourcing the work so I can focus on growing the business. Whether the reason behind that is not being able to find people that fit, not having the extra capital to pay an employee, or in the case of social media & creating content, not being sure that who you hire will create content up to the standards of the brand. I know I need to because running this alone has proved to be quite difficult. There are so many different things I could devote my attention to, that it can get overwhelming.Monetizing MethodsStarting what is essentially a meme account comes with the challenges of creating an income for yourself to sustain the work involved. The barista life account makes money a few different ways.Private labeling productsWe sell our own merchandise on our website which is a Shopify-Hosted website (which I would recommend to anybody interested in creating an online store).We sell lanyards, lapel pins for Barista's aprons, Infuser water bottles, and our best seller is the PenPal. The PenPal is a clip-on retractable reel where a barista attaches their sharpie to and is always within reach. A big thing that I think I messed up on is not setting up my products with Amazon FBA. I figured that since the products are all at a pretty low price point, it wouldn’t be worth it to pay the Amazon FBA fees when I didn’t have much room. So, I do ALL of the packaging, fulfillment and shipping for every product that isn’t POD (Print on Demand). This takes up a lot of my time and I need to get FBA going.Affiliate SalesCreating articles and social media posts about products in the coffee niche with affiliate links to the amazon product page.Advertising RevenueWe don’t make too much from advertising. With the amount of views we get, we know we can definitely improve the revenue numbers. We use mainly Adsense and Facebook Instant Articles Audience Network.Merch by AmazonActually just got accepted to the Merch program. To date, we’ve sold about 25 shirts in a little under a month.Working with App CompaniesOur largest partnership is with an app company called Shyft. Shyft is an app for retail workers to post, pick up, and find coverage for their shifts at work. A barista is their target demographic so we promote their app to our community because we truly believe in it. Once you start promoting any product or service, it can dilute your brand and each promotion won't hold any weight. We recommend promoting products that you can personally vouch for.So, feel free to ask any questions or provide your feedback or your advice on how we can continue to monetize our following. I’d love and welcome all helpful ideas and thoughts.Instagram: @Barista_LifeTwitter: @BaristaLifeFacebook
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