#imagine if the people writing tv cared at all… this is crazy…

[steveyockey]

flint: you don’t like me

billy bones: what I don’t LIKE is how you aren’t honest with your crew about everything that could go wrong!

flint: oh I know EXACTLY what could go wrong, I just don’t think it would be useful to tell everyone here that there’s a two in three chance we never see the andromache again—

some random crew member: hey look, the andromache!

billy: 😶

flint: 😘

[intheemptymirror]

bad habit !

idol!sumin x fem!reader

summary: sumin has a bad biting habit— and you are not exempt from it.

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

warnings: biting (duh), a bit suggestive in the last scenario but it’s fluffy otherwise, sumin and reader are said to be the same age (20), in the first two scenarios sumin and reader aren’t dating yet (just crushes) but in the last two they are (//∇//)

a/n: my first xikers post! and also like my first full fic ever (⌒▽⌒) there’s a serious lack of xikers content on this site, i’ve already read through all of it 💀 but i hope this small fic is enough to make other roady’s on here happy too. i have a jinsik drabble im working on too so pls look forward to that (*´∇｀*) lowkey the second scenario gave me crazy butterflies like it made me giddy af (before the ending anyways) and i was the one that wrote it 😭 but i feel like my writing is super obviously amateur, which makes me a bit embarrassed but hopefully this is an enjoyable read anyways 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

sumin loved to use his teeth.

you found this out when you were both six and in elementary school and he bit you because you took the toy he was wanting to play with for recess. it went about as well as you’d imagine. you started crying before swinging the toy down and hitting sumin on the back with it, causing him to burst out into tears as well. in the end, both of your parents were called and you got the scolding of a life time from your mother when you got home.

sumin brought a sweet flavored candy the next day along with a slightly less sweet apology. he didn’t make eye contact with you and he mumbled out a simple “sorry” and nothing else before shoving the candy your way, but you accepted the both of them nonetheless. you gave him a toothy smile (which in sumin’s opinion was the sweetest thing he had with him that day, though he’d never admit it) before taking his hand in yours and dragging him out to play. despite the severely rocky start to your friendship, the both of you had been inseparable ever since.

maybe it was this first experience with each other that let you stay so close with each other even fourteen years later, because from the very beginning you knew what he was— a biter.

— !

the xiker’s boys had invited you over to one of their dorms for their monthly hangout night— ideally it would be a weekly thing, but their schedules never allowed for rest days that consistently. being sumin’s best friend since before he even knew about the existence of xikers, you had gotten pretty close with the rest of them. of course, sumin has and always will be your favorite— much to the disdain of the others.

you stood behind the couch with a smile on your face while seeun, minjae, and yechan occupied the cushions. all of your gazes were completely locked onto the tv, where a very intense and serious game of mario kart was occurring. “seeun, stop cheating!” minjae yelled out when said boy started to move into minjae’s space in an attempt to distract him, his body being bumped into yechan who was on his right. this only made yechan start to push back against minjae, eventually leading to the three boys getting into each others personal space in an attempt to completely sabotage their gameplay.

their shenanigans caused small giggles to leave your lips, completely unaware of the set of eyes that were locked onto you instead of the game. sumin stood off to the side by the dining table, leaning against the wall with a fond look on his face. when sumin had first thought of introducing you to his members, he was truthfully a little nervous. “what if they don’t like each other?” “what if they get into a fist fight?” “what if someone dies and the night is plagued with that experience forever and as a result they can never get along?” sumin knows now that all of those thoughts were absolutely ridiculous (some more so than others), but he truly just wanted all of his favorite people to like each other as much as he did.

“careful, if you stare any harder they might burst into flames.” the flat voice that seemingly appeared out of nowhere made sumin jump before he looked to his left where junghoon was eyeing him with his arms crossed and a knowing look on his face. sumin’s surprise relaxed before he tensed up again at junghoon’s implications. he forced out an awkward laugh and shook his head. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

junghoon didn’t say anything, but with a gaze like his, he didn’t really need to. his expression seemingly stayed the same, but sumin didn’t miss the way his eyes narrowed and his eyebrows subtly raised. sumin swallowed harshly and seemed to sink into himself as he looked away from junghoon in an unsuccessful attempt to escape his judgment. he looked back over to him before he let out a sigh of acceptance, reluctantly nodding gently. “yeah i know…” sumin mumbled before the sound of your laughter ringing through the air made him bring his attention back to you.

he smiled at how the sight of your smile filled his chest with warmth before he mindlessly started walking over to you, as if following you was simply second nature to him (and he really would follow you anywhere). he comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist, the sudden intrusion causing you to jump before you realize who it is and immediately relax. sumin rests his cheek on your shoulder and smiles up at you as you melt into his warmth. “hi.”

you raise your brow at him as the corner of your mouth starts to twitch up into a ghost of a smile. “hi.” you say back, making sumin’s grin grow before he nudges his face into the crook of your neck. you huff out a laugh and bring your hand up to tangle into his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp with your nails. the gentle feeling of your hand in his hair made his body involuntarily relax as he sighed out against your neck, his warm breath sending a shiver up your spine. you turn your attention back to the tv in front of you, but you’re more focused on the way sumin’s warm hands feel pressed against your stomach, his thumb soothingly rubbing back and forth.

“sumin! come help us cut vegetables.” hunter’s voice called out for him from the kitchen, causing you to jump slightly at the sudden sound and causing sumin’s shoulders to slump and let out a loud groan in protest. “less whining, more helping!” sumin sighed before he smiled in defeat, his teeth brushing against your neck as if forewarning what was to come. he quickly tightened his arms around your waist and bit into your shoulder before unwrapping himself from you and running off to where hunter needed him. “hey!” your hand comes up to touch the spot on your shoulder where his teeth had been, a disbelieving smile on your lips. sumin turns, scrunches his nose and sticks his tongue out at you, before turning the corner and disappearing off into the kitchen.

— !

it was one of the very rare times sumin had been granted a break by KQ, and a week long one at that. the company decided that they deserved it after their hard work promoting their recent comeback, but if they asked you, you would’ve said they deserved it always. while some of the boys decided to stay at the dorms, others had ventured their way back home to visit family, sumin being one of them. despite still going to visit him at the dorms often, it never felt like it was enough, so you were over the moon to have him back for a whole week.

the first day or two you had left him alone to spend some much needed time with his parents and brother, but after that he had crawled his way back to you, claiming that it had been too long since he last saw you (two days) and pestering you non-stop to spend the night. ‘just like humans need water to survive, sumins need y/ns to survive,’ is what he had said, which only earned him an eyeroll and light smack to the head.

and so, you both laid side by side in the dark of his room, the only light coming from the moon shining through the window. you laid on your side with your hands rested in the empty space between you two, close enough to feel the heat radiating from each other but not so close that you were actually touching.

you let out a soft giggle, trying your absolute hardest to stay quiet so as not to disturb his family from their sleep. “okay, okay. if you had to be stranded in the middle of space with any of your members, who would you pick?”

“i’d take my helmet off.” you let out a huff of air and smacked him on the arm, making sumin giggle out and put his hands up in surrender.

“okay, okay! i’m kidding! hm… jinsik.” sumin says with a decisive nod of his head. you smile and raise your eyebrows.

“really?” sumin lets out a small ‘mhm’ and nods making you hum in thought and nod slowly. a cheshire like smile grows on your face as an idea starts to form in your head. “that’s not that surprising i guess. if it was between being stuck in the middle of space with me or being stuck in the middle of space with jinsik, who would you choose?”

“you.”

he said the word with so much conviction, as if it was a message written by the hand of god himself and delivered to you through the mouth of sumin. the sturdiness of his word caught you off guard, your smile falling as everything grows quiet between the two of you. the rest of the world seems to fall away as you stare at him and he stares at you. you watch his eyes drift across your face: your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. you let your own eyes wander down to his lips, swallowing harshly when his gaze snaps back up to your eyes and catches you.

his hand shifts in the bed slightly, as if he was scared that any sudden movements would scare you off entirely; would scare you off eternally. when you don’t do so much as even flinch, he takes a deep, shaky breath as if to steel himself before he stretches out his pinky to gently touch the soft side of your hand. you look down at your hands before looking back into sumin’s eyes, your own pinky moving to gently rest itself over his. you sit like that for a moment, interlocking your pinkies before he gently takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. you let the perfect feeling of his hand pressed against yours sink into your bones, seeping through the marrow to rest gently in the deepest part of your soul, where you decided it would stay protected for the rest of your life.

your heart stutters as he shuffles just that much closer, his eyes drifting back down to your lips. you subconsciously hold your breath in anticipation, the tension between you two looming over like a thick blanket. he blinks a few times, as if shaking a thought out of his head before he drags your connected hands up to his mouth and sinks his teeth into the plush skin on the side of your hand. you let out a gasp and squeal as you try to pry your hand from his assault, your joint laughters replacing the odd feeling that had overtaken the room previously. the tension disappeared, never to be mentioned again that night.

— !

you swung your arms back and forth as a gentle summer breeze blew through your hair, your sandals being held in one hand by the straps. you stared at the sandy ground, watching as the warm water of the ocean reached the tips of your toes only to slink back again as you waited for sumin to show up. you guys had been dating for about a month at this point and had hung out multiple times throughout, but this was your first official date. you had once mentioned to him offhandedly that you would’ve liked to go to the beach with a boyfriend, something you thought he would’ve long forgotten, but he surprised you when he asked if you were free that weekend, telling you he was taking you out on that date.

he had a short practice that morning so he told you to go on ahead and that he’d meet you there straight after. you were strung a bit tight from nerves, so you had gotten there about 15 minutes prior to the meet up time, so you knew you would be waiting a bit, but you still couldn’t help but feel nervous that maybe sumin was going to stand you up. you knew sumin, maybe even more than you knew yourself, so you know deep down he’d never do something like that, but your brain had a funny way of hating you, filling your head with negative thoughts. you gently walked back and forth a few paces along the shore line: what if he never shows up? what if after this date he decides he doesn’t really like me that way? what if he dies trying to meet me here?

“y/n!”

you hear a loud voice call for you from behind, turning to look over your shoulder at the source. and there he was: standing a few feet away at the top of the concrete steps leading to the beach, out of breath and a little sweaty, with a smile you thought burned you brighter than the hot summer sun ever could. sumin— your sumin.

you smile back and raise your hand to wave at him. he bolts towards you, skipping the last few steps of the stairs and stumbling from the unstable grounding of the sand before barreling towards you without any signs of slowing down. you giggle and brace yourself for impact before he reaches you, his arms coming out to wrap around your waist and lifting you up. he stumbles forward into the water, splashing some of it up onto you both, but neither of you can really bring yourselves to care all that much.

he shakes you around a bit before he sets you down, staring at you with a love sick smile as you giggle and fix your now messed up hair. “sorry i’m late.”

you shake your head at him. “you’re not late, i was just early.”

he pouts and affectionately squeezes your cheek between his pointer and thumb. “if i ever make you wait then that means i was late.” you scoff and roll your eyes at him but the sparkle in your eye never leaves. “now c’mon. we have a date to attend to.” he leans his face down close to yours, and you close your eyes and scrunch up your nose in surprise before his hot breath hits your cheek and his teeth sink into the warm skin on your face.

you blink in surprise at him as he pulls away with a teasing grin before it registers in your head what he had just done, your brows furrowing and your plump lips morphing into a pout. you had taken a deep breath in preparation to complain but before any words could be let out, he leaned down one more time to press a quick kiss to your cheek, clasping your hand in his and turning to walk towards one of the little food stands someone had set up along the coast. he stuck his tongue out at you through his teeth as if to say ‘gotcha’, but you couldn’t stop your own happy smile from forming on your face, your cheeks warming up from something other than the sun this time.

the feeling of his hand in yours feels different now than it did when you first took his hand on that playground all those years ago, but just like back then, it still feels like you’re holding something precious.

— !

sumin was currently at practice with the rest of his team members, but you missed him, so you were in his bed doom-scrolling on your phone while you waited for him to finish up with practice so you could surprise him. you check how much longer until sumin said he should be back: 30 minutes. you heave a loud sigh into the otherwise quiet room and drop your phone on the bed before closing your eyes and burying your face in his pillow, letting the scent of sumin’s cologne engulf you.

you’re not sure how long you lay like that, but pretty soon the sound of the door swinging open makes you lift your head from the fabric, looking over to the culprit. in the door frame stands an exhausted sumin, his movements sluggish and heavy. he looks up to find you tucked into his bed, his eyes lighting up when he catches sight of you, the view immediately filling him with new energy.

“baby!” he exclaims, dropping his bag on the floor unceremoniously before launching himself into your arms. you laugh at how he went from zero to one hundred in seemingly a split second as he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles into your neck. your arms come up to rest around his shoulders as your hand tangles into his soft hair. “missed you.” he mumbles out into your skin before pressing a kiss onto your neck, then your jaw, then your cheek, before your entire face has been touched by his lips. you giggle at the vibration of his words against your neck before the source of your laughs turn into the feeling of his lips on you, your hand on his back soothingly rubbing back and forth on his shoulder blades.

he pulls back to look into your eyes with a lovesick smile on his face, but you’re sure you look the same as you gaze into his eyes as well. his hand comes up to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing back and forth on your cheek. “tough practice?” you ask, but you already know the answer.

“you have no idea.” sumin replies, the tension in his shoulders relaxing as he huffs out a laugh before he takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth. already sensing what was happening, you rip your hand out of his grip with a knowing smile. the action only makes sumin laugh before he leans in to gently bite your jaw. you let out a small noise of protest and gently push and smack at his shoulders, but there’s not any force behind it. you break out into giggles as he bites your jaw again before moving down to hook his teeth into your shoulder.

it sends a shudder up your spine as a breathy, nearly inaudible sigh leaves your lips, the action not going unnoticed by sumin. you feel him grin against your skin before pressing a soft kiss to it, the air in the room suddenly growing thick with tension. “what’s wrong baby?” he teases, his hands sliding down your body before his fingers stop to press into the softness of your waist. he sinks his teeth into your shoulder again, keeping his mouth there for longer this time as he sucks a dark spot into the skin. he licks the bruise lightly to soothe it before moving across to your collarbone to bite into that too.

you let him move his teeth across your skin, dark purple and red spots blooming all across your neck, shoulders, and chest. you can hear and feel him groan into your skin at the taste of your skin on his tongue, your chest heaving with every heavy breath you take. you arch your chest into him as you tilt your head back at the attention he’s giving you before you start to gain some clarity and push against his chest to get him to stop.

“w-wait, what about yechan? he could walk in here at any minute.” he pulls back far enough to look at your face, but close enough to keep you in his arms. you looked like a mess: your hair was disheveled, you were still panting from his ministrations, and you were littered with marks and a thin sheen of spit from sumin’s tongue practically everywhere, but sumin still thought you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. despite your distress, sumin seems unbothered at the mention of his roommate, a smirk making its way onto his face, as if he knew something that you didn’t.

“he decided to stay behind to practice a bit more.” he leans into your face, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “so we have more than enough time.” he whispers lowly before kissing your lips softly. “to do whatever,” kiss. “we,” kiss. “want,” he takes your lips in his as you let out a weak whine into his mouth before melting into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

maybe this habit of his wasn’t so bad after all.

[damiansgoodgirll]

So girl, I’ve seen Beyonce is your favourite singer and she’s my favourite singer so could you please write Reader where she is a huge fan and she’s part of the judgment day and more like Rhea and Damian, she reacts to the album with them and they can’t understand like the hype or something like that because they are not into that genre and like reader has some crazy reaction.

Please it would be so fun! Thank you so my queen 🐝❤️

please, i always imagined what would their reactions be to beyonce or singers they don’t listen to lol, i’m so happy to make this request!

notes : i love rock music and metal too! i just needed to make reader a beyhive and make her hating metal music (please forgive me), also listen to this masterpiece thank you!

damian priest x reader x rhea ripley (PLATONIC)

cowboys

you always loved sharing car rides and hotel rooms with your teammates, especially damian and rhea. they were the first people to ask you to join them in the judgment day, seeing your potential in nxt and being barely twenty one, they wanted to give you a bigger opportunity and so they took you under their protective wing.

finn and dom were nice too, they helped you growing in your skills in the past year and they all took a liking in you but you had a bigger connection with rhea and damian.

they always pushed you, making you reach goals you thought were impossible and you couldn’t thank them enough.

there was one thing you didn’t like about them.

their favourite type of music.

rock. metal. punk. whatever they were listening to. you just couldn’t handle it. there was just one rock song you liked and it was beyoncé’s “don’t hurt yourself” rock song.

so long car rides with them were always a torture. you tried to make conversation most of the time but when it was a 7 hour ride, eventually you would finish topics and so you had to listen to them singing or more - screaming - to their songs.

they usually let you choose one or two songs, but that was it. and everytime you would choose rihanna or beyonce they would take over it.

finn once told you that metal heads only cared about their favourite music. the rest was trash for them. you didn’t believe him at first, thinking he was only overreacting but in this year you realised how right he was.

it’s like they were allergic to beyonce.

but tonight, oh, tonight it was going to be your night.

you were currently in the same hotel room as they were as rhea wanted to share a room with you all. you knew what was coming at midnight and so you asked multiple times to have a separate room from them, you didn’t give them explanations but rhea wasn’t having it.

so, a huge bedroom with two kings sized bed - one for damian and the other one for rhea and you - and a huge tv with all the apps you needed, spotify included was what you got.

the shock came when the track list dropped a day prior, letting you know that there were going to be 27 songs.

they can barely handle one song, how were they going to react to 27 songs?

you still didn’t ask them, as whatever band rhea was playing on spotify - probably motionless in white - were blasting in the room and you were currently fidgeting with your fingers.

the best guess was probably that they would leave you alone for two hours or so. maybe going at the gym or somewhere else. the worst guess was that they probably would laugh at you and telling you no. that would be the worst because you had been waiting for this album since the announcement day and you were already excited at the thought of a new beyonce album.

fifteen minutes to the album drop and you were already imagining yourself leaving the room to go somewhere else to listen to the album.

“guys!” you called for their attention. you were sitting on the bed next to rhea and damian, who were playing some cards game.

“you okay?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“i have something to ask you…”

“go on” rhea’s curios faced looked at you. rhea always liked the way you got shy around them, even if you had been with them for the past year. she kinda knew what you were going to ask, as you had been fangirling about the album with bianca belair for the past two weeks but still, she wanted to hear you asking them. deep down she knew she couldn’t say no to you.

damian, on the other hand, had no idea and he probably was going to have a heart attack at your request.

“so…i have a request…and for once i would like - uhm…i would like that you would consider my feelings” you struggled at first making rhea slightly chuckle.

“did we do something?” damian’s worried expression looked at you.

“no no no, you didn’t do anything to me…uhm…it came out wrong” you said “so, uhm…i don’t know if you know, probably not, but beyoncé’s new album drops in like ten minutes now and - uhm…since we’ve been listening to metal music all day long and i haven’t complained once - i would like to ask you if you could let me listen the album here? like, i know it’s not your type of music but i would really love to listen it here and not going like in the gym or somewhere else…since we have spotify and stuff…” you asked.

rhea was smirking and damian was very much confused.

“that’s it?” rhea asked and you nodded.

“why were you so scared to ask us that?” damian asked you this time.

“i wasn’t scared…”

“yes you were” he pointed out. he kinda felt bad that you had to ask them such a simple thing. yes, he knew beyonce wasn’t his music but he couldn’t see why it was a thing to ask.

“so?” rhea asked “you kinda looked scared”

“it’s not that. it’s just i know it’s not your type of music and you always act dramatic when finn or i ask if we can listen to something else so i thought it was going to be a problem for you”

“we always let you put your songs on” damian said.

“yes, and then you and rhea talk over it”

“oh” he said “i didn’t mean to do that i promise”

“okay…” you smiled “so you really are going to listen beyonce with me?”

“yeah, i mean, i don’t think 13 or 14 songs could hurt us” rhea joked and damian laughed too.

“actually…it’s 27 songs”

“what!?” the both screamed, making you chuckle.

“you still have five minutes to back up because the album is about to drop” you said as you were searching beyonce on spotify.

you observed the way rhea and damian looked at each others. definitely not ready for the outcome. but rhea couldn’t help but notice how excited you were about the album, and how you were happy with it. just a small thing that made you the happiest she ever saw you.

“here we go!” you almost screamed jumping back on the bed, sat between rhea and damian as you were about to press play when you saw the album popping up on her spotify home “are you ready?”

“wait…is it a country album?” damian asked and you nodded.

“you should have gave us a little more of infos about what kind of death we have to die…” rhea added a little dramatic, making you laugh.

“oh shut up! it’s gonna be great!” you said pressing play.

you were in tears after the first minute of ameriican requiem and now damian and rhea thought you were the dramatic one.

it got worse when beyoncé’s cover of jolene started as you always loved that song growing up.

“so she stealing songs?” damian murmured, earning a side look from rhea and punch in his stomach from you “okay i apologise”

the death of you was when daughter started, you knew beyonce was capable of anything but opera? the italian part? you were a crying mess, and even though neither of them were understanding the hype around beyonce, they couldn’t deny she was a great artist.

they were a little shocked when they saw you crying over her songs and they didn’t know what to do. if they should console you or letting you cry in peace.

“oh she’s doing it again!” you screamed when spaghetti started.

“doing what?” rhea whispered never getting a reply back.

you were crying and then you were not.

they felt like they were babysitting a baby.

damian was trying to stay awake just for you and rhea was kinda amused by the reactions you were having to her songs.

ya ya made you start jumping on the bed, tyrant made you feel like you were a porn star and ii hand ii heaven made you cry all over again.

one hour and a half later the album was over and you couldn’t believe the masterpiece beyonce just dropped.

“so?” you asked them, noticing their confused looks “did you like it?”

they knew they couldn’t say no because you looked too happy and they didn’t want to ruin your mood but they couldn’t say yes because - country? - definitely not their genre.

“i gave up after the jolene cover” damian joked, earning another side look from rhea “joking joking…it was interesting”

“rhea?” you turned to her and now she was speechless.

“uhm…yeah, it was an experience” she smiled at you, making you smile too.

you were happy with their reactions so you went all to bed.

two days later

another car ride. another show. another hotel room to be shared with damian and rhea.

you hit the shower first, tired of the trip you just had, you wanted to relax a bit before going to bed.

“your body laid out on these filthy floors

your bloodstains on my custom coutures

bathroom attendant let me right in

she was a big fan”

came from the bedroom. except it wasn’t spotify.

“they keep saying that i ain’t nothing like my father

but i’m the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

if you cross me i’m just like my father

i am colder than titanic water”

you heard damian singing.

he was singing beyonce. the opera song. they really thought you couldn’t hear them so they kept singing or more like, whispering, but you would catch a someone singing a beyonce song even in the loudest crowd.

rhea joining him too was something else.

you really couldn’t believe that but you pretended nothing happened because you knew you would have ruined their egos.

damian and rhea singing beyonce?

no one would believe that.

but you did.

and that was enough for you.

[beautiful-basque-country]

I saw something on TV once, I think it was a National Geographic show, where they mentioned that theory that Basque is perhaps the only surviving language from when Neanderthals were alive. Do you mind me asking why you mentioned in that recent post you didn’t want to comment on the theory?

Is it because most people use it as a racist attack? Deplorable, and those people deserve to be smacked.

The show did like a 15 minute segment on the theory and went over how the language is an isolate and compared to other languages, while it is evolving, it hasn’t really been changed/impacted by other languages. So ultimately the current language and older forms of it aren’t drastically different, unlike how something like modern English and Old English are basically two different languages at this point. They then said it’s likely that if any writing existed from the Neanderthal period anyone who knew Basque would probably be able to read it and speak whatever was written without much difficulty.

I just thought it was so cool something could be so well taken care of and respected that it basically hasn’t changed. Fascinating to think someone today could hold a conversation with someone else from so long ago! Lord knows I’d be screwed if you dropped me into the Middle Ages and told me to go speak to King Alfred.

Even Latin! We have no idea how it was actually spoken and how anything was pronounced. We’re just guessing.

Sorry if other people toss that theory at you to insult you!

Kaixo anon!

Thanks for your message!

I have to clarify the post you mentioned was a reblog and I just added the last pic, so you'd have to ask OP about why they don't wanna comment on that theory ^_~.

That said, no: I don't care what that documentary said, Basque is not the language of the Neanderthals. They're believed to have appeared around 200,000 years ago and disappeared 40,000 years ago; even if we consider that Basque was a descendant of their language - and that's assuming Neanderthals spoke a single language, from Europe to Asia - it's completely impossible that a 21st-century Basque speaker could understand this presumed original Neanderthal language.

The Hand of Irulegi - an artifact around 3,500 years old - displays a Vasconic text and nobody knows what it says, and that's knowing that Vasconic was an ancestor of nowadays Euskara. Even nowadays, a Spanish speaker can't understand Latin - except maybe a couple of words - and Spanish diverged from Latin not too long ago, around the 10-11th century. Can you imagine a 40,000 years gap between two languages??

And of course Basque have been impacted by the surrounding languages. Basque people haven't lived isolated in an island with no contact whatsoever with other peoples, quite on the contrary, we've lived with many cultures thoughout our history, from Iberians to Romans, to Franks, to Berbers and Arabs, to Spaniards. Basque has influences of all of them, be it loanwords or more technical remains. As you say, it's an evolving language that hasn't started evolving now, it's been doing it for millennia!

Regarding the theory being thrown as a racist attack, don't worry, it isn't! It all comes from genetics and genetic studies that show some very little differences in Basque people. In some of these studies it was concluded that Basque and Asturians, probably due to the difficult geography of our regions, were left more isolated from the Iron Age on, and hence we have the oldest lineage in Iberia. This is explained by guessing that these populations were less multiethnic and probably more endogamic. Given this situation, the DNA is slightly different - slightly! - and we have more DNA that comes directly from prehistory than the rest. Period.

But there's this obstinacy to take Basque people - just like Aztecs or Ancient Egyptians - as a mystery because there are many gaps in our history and language that science hasn't still explained and some people feel the need to fill them with crazy theories. Like the one that said that Neanderthals didn't go extinct but that nowadays they're known as.. Basques! When we already know that Neanderthals were a completely different species from Homo Sapiens: so if modern Basques are Homo Sapiens now as we know we are, I'm sorry, but we're no longer Neanderthals if we ever were.

Sorry for the long answer!

[hellfiremunsonn]

Stuck With Me. Eddie Munson x Reader.

AN: At the end of each chapter will be a picture of ‘your’ Journal. Photos, and writing of a little bit from each chapter. 

(THIS IS A REUPLOAD ALL CHAPTERS WILL BE RE UPLOADED ONE BY ONE)

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT.

WARNINGS: Mentions of drinking (they're at a bar) Eddie is sweaty

WORDCOUNT: 5k

CHAPTER 3: THE GANGS ALL HERE

It took about fifteen minutes for the house to become a loud mess of young teens and young adults. Passing between the open door to the backyard, people dipping their feet in the pool, some hovering in the kitchen, and of course Steve, watching Robin with his hands on his hips as she manned the grill. He still didn't trust her enough to cook by herself, and you could only reassure him so many times, but still he refuses to fully believe you. 

The gang included, Dustin Henderson, Max Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, who was dating Max. Mike Wheeler and his sister Nancy Wheeler. Will Byers and his brother Johnathan Byers, who was dating Nancy. But Nancy was also Steves ex but they somehow get along really well?. Jane Hopper, who was will and Jonathans step sister, and she was dating Mike. 

You sat on the edge of the pool next to Max watching Dustin and Mike battle it out with pool noodles. 

"It's crazy to think all of you have grown up together" You comment. 

Max turned to you, a small smile on her lips as she looked at you over the top of her red sunglasses. "Everyone always says that" She laughed. "They're the siblings I never had, and although they are all a huge pain in my ass I'm glad I became friends with them, trauma and all"

"Were you at the mall too? With the fire and all that?" you asked quietly.

"Uh yeah, most of us were actually" She seemed like she wanted to say more but closed her mouth. Forcing a tight lipped smile while she looked at me. 

"That must have been scary, I can only imagine... But you don't have to talk about it, I get it, I'm sorry for prying" Instantly panicking that you might have crossed a line with the small red head but she laughed instead. 

"No don't worry about it, people always ask about it, it's kind of an unbelievable story" 

you nodded, turning your attention back to everyone around the backyard. Mike and Jane were sat close together on one of the lounge chairs, deep in conversations while their hands were intertwined. 

"Hey can I ask you a question?" You said turning back to Max. 

"Yeah of course"

"Who's the guy in the band? The show tomorrow?" your brows furrow, squinting through the sun. 

"Eddie?"

You shrug. "Robin hasn't told me his name, keeps referring to him as 'an old friend' for some reason"

Max snorted. "Eddie Munson, he's the dungeon master for the DnD club all the guys were in at school. Or at least he was before he graduated, that's how we all know him, cause of those nerds" She said gesturing to the boys in the pool. 

"Eddie Munson" You repeated. His named felt smooth on your tongue, a name you get used to saying... It replayed in your mind over and over again like a spell. 

The rest of the night was actually quite peaceful. You all sat around the little campfire and exchanged stories, some good, some cringe, relating to old high school moments, and newer ones from the younger kids. They all seemed so mature for their age. All of them seeming to know more than me, and maybe they had been through more than they let on. But they were all so sweet nonetheless. It was obvious how much they loved and cared for each other.

After the sun had long gone down, we all cramped into the basement to watch a movie, and after almost an hour of back and forth yelling on which movie was better and why you ended up falling asleep about ten minutes into the movie. When you woke up the movie had ended and static played on the tv, lighting up the crowded couch where they all were fast asleep and all tucked around each other. You snuck away to grab your camera and snapped a picture of them, it was too cute for you not to. 

"You're such a creep" Robin whispered to you. Waking up from her spot on the other couch, stretching her arms over her head. 

"They look cute, sue me" you said without looking at her. "I'm going to head up to bed" you said, attempting to speak through your yawn. 

Heading for the stairs you turned back to robin before leaving "Robin?" You said quietly. 

"mhmm?"

"I really like your friends. I can see why you keep them around, I've never seen you so happy"

She blushed, the pink still prominent  enough in the white glow of the tv. "Thanks... They really like you as well, they can't believe I found another cool friend honestly" She looked at them with fondness in her eyes. 

"Goodnight Robby"

You happily tucked yourself into your bed for the week, sinking into the lavish pillows surrounding you. 

You woke up the next morning around nine thirty, stretching out your arms and legs. After a few extra minutes of staring at the ceiling you finally got up and creeped into the bathroom, brushing your teeth and peaking into Robins room to see if she was awake yet. She wasn't.

You grabbed a pair of fuzzy socks and tugged them on before quietly making your way downstairs.

Feeling your shoulders relax when you realized you were probably the only one awake right now.  You take your time snooping around the kitchen until you eventually found everything you needed to make coffee. You laughed to yourself knowing Robin would curse you for using instant coffee instead of 'the real stuff' considering you worked at a coffee shop. But something about instant coffee just hit perfectly in the morning. 

Holding your mug of coffee to your chest you walked over to the large sliding doors to the backyard. Admiring the sun slowly filtering through the trees, bearing down a comfortable warmth before the heat of the afternoon was sure to hit. 

You don't know when, or how long Steve had been in the kitchen but when he placed his own mug down on the counter; the ceramic noise of the cup meeting marble startled you and you flinched slightly, your coffee swirling in your mug threatening to spill more than the few splashes that hit your shirt. 

"Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" Steve chuckled, his voice low and still groggy. from sleep. Hair a mess of a mop on the top of his head, yet it had somehow gained volume. "You're up early" He said while beginning to fix himself a cup of coffee. 

"This is actually pretty late for me, I'm used to getting up so early for work" You pout. "This is the first time I've had more than two days off in a row"

"Really?" Steve said walking over to stand next to you. "How come you work so much?"

"I'm too nice to say no" you sigh, looking down into your coffee cup. 

Taking a sip of his own, he nodded with a silent agreement. "That's like me and those little shits asleep downstairs. The amount of times I've considered moving back here just for them"

"You really are quite the babysitter aren't you? Robin makes jokes about it all the time, but it's different seeing you actually with them" you joke, bumping your shoulder into his.

Quiet footsteps from the basement stairs were heard behind you, both you and Steve turning to see who was creeping up the steps. It was Max with her two braids a little messy, a few strands coming untucked. "Oh thank god someone else is awake" She breathed while walking into the kitchen. 

"I tried to stay down there but it's so boring when none of them are awake, and Dustins snoring was driving me crazy" Rolling her eyes she began searching through Steves cupboards, and drawers. The two of you continue to watch as she shifted around the kitchen, looking for whatever it was she was looking for. After a few minutes, she had laid out a bunch of bowls and other cooking utensils. 

With a huff she leaned with both hands agaisnt the counter and looked up at Steve. "Steve do you have stuff to make pancakes?"

"Obviously" Steve said running a hand through his hair. "Of course I have stuff for pancakes" he scoffed while joining her on the other side of the counter. 

As the smell of pancakes, syrup and bacon, filled the air, more and more of the gang slowly began to filter in and out of the kitchen. Grabbing a serving of pancakes and sitting around the kitchen and outside in the backyard to enjoy the morning warmth before it got too hot. You settled with three pancakes, adding sliced bananas on top and drowned them in syrup. "Max these are incredible" You say after swallowing a sticky mouthful of pancake and banana. 

"Hey she didn't do all of the work!" Steve yelled over the sound of the kitchen sink, elbows deep in soapy water. 

After a day of laying in the sun by the pool, and swimming until your arms hurt it was time to start getting ready for the show tonight. Most of the gang had gone home to get ready which left you alone sat on the floor surrounded by every item of clothing you had brought. You pouted at your choices, none of them seeming to satisfy you. With a groan you leaned back until you were laying on the floor. 

"Somehow I always find you on the floor" Robin said from the door. "What's your dilemma this time" She said coming to join you on the floor 

"I don't know what to wear" you grumbled, throwing an arm over your eyes. 

"Just like, wear something all black, it's a pretty metal band, and a dingy bar so you don't have to try so hard to fit in"

Leaning up onto my elbows you surveyed your options once more. "Do I look like I wear all black?" you say gesturing to the colourful and mismatched pile of clothing. 

Robin rolled her eyes. Leaning forward onto her knees she rummaged through the clothes, mumbling to herself as she went along. 

"Here" She said shoving a full outfit into your hands. "Go put it on" She poked at your sides until you were laughing and helped you up off the floor. Shoving you towards to bathroom to get dressed. 

It was the Metallica shirt that usually you wore exclusively for sleeping. A pair of black shorts, with rainbow striped socks and your converse. It was a simple outfit, and you were kind of annoyed you didn't consider it in the first place. "Perfect!" Robin said jumping up and down while clapping her hands. "You look so cute"

You blush, avoiding her gaze. "You said it was a metal band?"

"Yeah, super metal, very loud, I never know what they're singing half the time, but I'm there to support" She said shrugging, jumping a few times while buttoning up her jeans. 

Going with the theme of black, you did some messy black eyeliner, smudging it out around the edges to give it a more 'alternative' vibe, whatever that meant. but I smudged it out more. You added a lightly tinted lipgloss giving your lips a perfect cherry pink color. 

The hideout was about an hour away from the centre of Hawkins, the bar stationed at the very edge of the town in an almost deserted area with only a few other buildings around it. The neon sign outside of the door flickered, half of it burnt out but still trying  illuminated the large bald man who sat on a stool right next to the door, probably there to card minors, but by the looks of him he probably let most of them in. 

Once inside the bar was exactly what you would picture any old dingy bar to look like. Wonky wooden floors that were abused by the heavy footed men who spilled their drinks after having one too many, or knocking over the tall bar tables in some sort of petty fight they wouldn't remember in fifteen minutes. The lights low, so only the few yellow wall lights filled the room with a faint glow. A couple of red faux leather booths across the left side of the bar, closest to the bathrooms that you could only imagine smelled like that weird portapotty chemical smell. 

You scrunched your nose at the thought. Most of the gang ran over to grab seats in the booths while Robin lead you to the bar. 

"What can I get for you two ladies?" the bar tender asked. He was tall and thick with muscle. Covered in tattoos, and some of them definitely looked gang related, but you didn't let your eyes linger on them very long. 

"Could I get a vodka and coke?" Robin asked, her fingers tapping anxiously against the hardwood of the bar top. 

The bartender nodded and then looked at you. "Just a sprite would be great" I said smiling.  "Also thank you" 

His lips lifted ever so slightly into a small smile as he went about making our drinks. You smile to yourself, feeling accomplished from making the mean tough man smile.

"You're not drinking?" Robin asks with a raised brow, fingers still tapping away as she spoke. 

"I can feel a headache brewing, don't want to make it worse by drinking tonight" it wasn't a lie, you decently did have a headache brewing, tension from the nerves of finally meeting the mystery man named Eddie. If you added alcohol into the mix tonight you'd be in for a rude awakening tomorrow.

Robin hummed, barely paying attention to what you said, her eyes searching every crevice of the bar.

 "Anxious about Vickie?"

Her eyes were wide, and she was so jittery she looked like a chihuahua. "No! Why would I be? Of course I'm not anxious" she said quickly, but folded even quicker. 

"Well yes, a lot actually, she said she would be here, but what if she doesn't show?" She eagerly grabbed her drink the minute the bartender set them down. You give him another small smile before slapping down some cash for the drinks, and a couple into his tip jar.

 "You talked to her on the phone today right?" Robin nodded, sipping her drink. "And she said she was coming, and that she was really excited to see you right?" You asked, repeating her words from earlier. 

"Yeah she did"

"So then she'll be here Robin don't worry about it" you give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze and she smiles, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly.

"I'm sorry for freaking out about it so much"

"Don't apologize, that's what best friends are for, we sign up to listen to you freak out about the same thing a million times, s'just our job" you shrug.

She rolled her eyes, opening her mouth to say something witty probably but the uproar of the gang behind the two of you made her turn around. "Oh!" She yelled and quickly made her way over to the booths. Confused you follow and watched as she envelopes a tall man with long curly hair in a hug. You assume this was the 'Eddie', Max had told you about yesterday but you could only see the back of him. 

Shyly sliding next to Robin, who now held him at arms length, you were finally able to see him. 

My god was he beautiful. You don't know why Robin didn't tell you; You guess the whole being a lesbian thing it probably didn't even occur to her. His skin looked like porcelain, and his eyes were such chocolate brown you were sure they would make anyone who made eye contact with him melt. He was smiling while Robin babbled to him, words you couldn't even make out because you were so entranced by him. He had dimples, and deep lines that formed when he smiled around his eyes and mouth. His face so full of expression, giving you exactly the response you would want from whatever you told him. When his eyes flickered to yours it felt like time had stopped. He furrowed his brows, just slightly, clearly confused as to who you was, but there was something in his eyes you couldn't quite make out, but it made them sparkle. 

"Oh! Let me finally introduce you two" Robin said turning towards you. Snapping you out of your thoughts you shook your head a little, plastering a smile on my face and reaching your hand out towards him. 

"She's a she?" He said turning to robin. "I thought your roommate was a dude this entire time?" 

"No you dingus, I've talked about her before, and she is very much a she, not a dude. Not my fault you gendered a nickname" She said rolling her eyes and returning to the gang behind you. Everyone clearly already having said their hellos, leaving us to get to know each other a little.

"Sorry about that" you blush.

He smiled at you, bringing his hand forward engulfing yours with his and shook it lightly. He repeated your name, and it sounded like heaven coming from his lips. You correct him, and give him your nick name which you prefer to be called but he ignores it, glancing down at your shirt.

"That's my shirt?" He said letting go of your hand to tug at the hem of the fabric. 

"Huh?" you look down at his hand and then back up at him. 

"This is mine, I thought I lost it, but you of all people have it?" He said raising his eyebrow. 

"Oh Robin gave it to me, she didn't want to throw it out, so I took it" You say shyly, looking down at your feet. "I usually sleep in it, I don't listen to them so I feel bad if I wear it out"

"So you're wearing your pyjamas at a bar?" He teased. 

You bit the inside of your cheek and smiled up at him. "I didn't pick out the outfit alright? I'm a lot more colourful than this" You say waving a hand up and down your body. 

"I can tell" He said with a laugh. "Alright I gotta head to the stage, I hope you enjoy the show, even if you don't listen to stuff like this"

"I'm sure I will, break a leg up there" You say, giving him a small thumbs up. He crossed both his fingers on each hand in return. 

When he made it to the stage you grabbed robin; maybe a little too aggressively as she almost spilled her drink all over the floor. "Why didn't you tell me he looked like that?" you spat, trying not to get the attention of the rest of the group. 

"Huh?"

"Eddie!" you exclaim.

"What about Eddie?"

"Oh my god" You ran a hand over your face. "He looks like a fucking sex god Robin and you let me leave the house looking like this?"

"You look cute!" She argued. 

"Maybe! Not cute enough for him" You say throwing your hands up in the air.

"Wait do you like Eddie?" she asks excitedly

"Well I don't know him, so I can't say yes to that, but his fucking face apparently has a way of making me have feelings that's for sure"

Robin snorted. "Oh my god I can't believe you're crushing on Eddie" 

"Robin I swear to god, if you say anything to anyone I will spill so much lego on the floor of your room you will never be able to walk comfortably ever again"

"I never said I was going to say anything!" She said in defence. "But no, I won't say anything. He for sure thinks you're pretty though" she said into her glass. 

"How would you know that?" you snort

"Because he's staring at you" she said smiling.

A panicked quick glance to your right to see that he in fact, really was staring at you. He seemed lost in thought, his drummer talking to him passionately, his hands flying, all while Eddies eyes stayed locked on you. Blushing, you ended up being the first one to break eye contact, but Eddies eyes didn't stray from you for very long. 

About five minutes later Vickie finally showed up and ran full speed to Robin, hugging her so tightly while burying her head into Robins shoulder. They stood like that for a few minutes before finally breaking apart to give each other a cluster of kisses, laughing the whole time. 

You smiled while you watched them, knowing Robin had nothing to worry about. Vickie is hopelessly in love with that woman. 

More people filtered in and eventually people were standing shoulder to shoulder. Robin and Steve creating a protective amount of space around you, knowing know more about these types of crowds. Feeling very grateful to have them as friends who take such good care of you.

When Eddie emerged from the stage again he had removed his leather jacket. Now only a loose black tank top hung over his broad shoulders. His hair tugged half up into a bun to keep it out of his face. When he spoke into the mic I watched as his lips grazed the metal of it with each word. 

"How ya doing Hawkins?" His voice echoed through the bar. People cheering and clapping at the sound of his voice. 

"It's been a while, but I could never forget my favourite place" Another round of cheers. "Were gunna play a couple of our songs, but we wanna end it with the one that started it all, which is a cover of Metallicas Master of Puppets"

The gang excitedly screamed and clapped, encouraging him. 

"Alright, that being said let's get this show fucking started" He almost growled those last few words before he and the rest of his band started jamming on their instruments. Grabbing your camera out of your bag, you snapped a couple pictures of Eddie. For the memories... Obviously.

They were insane. You couldn't really understand the words, and you could feel your headache grow, but being able to watch each of them individually and how much passion they put into their performance it was worth it. 

Eddie looked like be belonged up there, like he was born to be on a stage, or at least the centre of attention. How could he not be with a face like that. His head bobbing along to the music as his fingers diligently worked up and down the neck of his guitar. His tongue jutting out over his top lip as he concentrated on the chords. His bangs were clinging to his forehead, sweat dripping down his face and onto his chest. The once loose fitting tank top now clung to his damp torso. 

When he finally opened his eyes again he looked right at you but it felt like he was looking through you. It felt like your heart had stopped and time had stood still for the second time tonight. You could see Robin look at you out of the corner of your eye but refused to give her the satisfaction of looking back at her.

When the show finally ended, the entire gang was so hyped up and excited. Apparently Eddie and his band had been traveling a bit around the U.S doing small shows, and people seemed to really enjoy them! 

We were all gathered around an old van at the side of the bar while the band came in and out, putting all their equipment in the back of the van. You scuffed the toe of your shoe off the ground while you waited with the rest of them. Robin and Vickie had been attached at the hip the minute Vickie entered the bar, so you drifted off to the side, afraid of bothering the rest of them. 

When Eddie came out and the gang got loud again, all of them exchanging hugs, and 'welcome homes'. You leaned against the side of the van watching them, Unable to hide the smile seeing them have so much love for their friend. A heart grunt from the door next to you made you turn, one of the band guys struggling to carry something. His hand was slipping and made the weight off so you jogged over quickly to grab the other end of whatever it was that he was carrying. It looked like it was an amp. 

"Thanks!" He smiled and huffed. 

"I couldn't just stand there and watch you struggle" You said while straining to keep your end of the amp up high enough to lift up into the van. He let you shift your end in first, clearly noticing your slight struggle. You dusted off your hands on your shorts once the amp was successfully placed into the van. 

"Thanks again" He said raising his hand up to you for a high five you smacked his hand, leaving the two of you with a stingy palm

"No problem"

"I'm Gareth by the way" he said introducing himself quickly before returning to the inside of the bar.

Going back to leaning against the van you crossed your arms over your chest, rubbing your arms and resting your hands on the tops of your shoulders, fighting off the small chill from the light breeze rolling by. Closing your eyes you leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the van, letting yourself relax into it slightly, the cold temperature soothing the dull ache behind your eyes.

"So how'd you like the show?"

Eddies voice startled your, your eyes snapping open with a small flinch. 

He laughed and gave you a sympathetic smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you" He said holding up his hands in defence. 

"It's okay" you laughed. "But I liked it. It was cool seeing you up there, very wild" You said honestly.

"I'm not like that all the time" 

"What a rockstar?"

"Well yeah, I'm just a big nerd, town freak, all that good stuff" He said shrugging with a small smile. 

"Aren't we all?" You asked tilting your head to the side. "Probably why we all get along so well huh?" You nod towards the slowly dispersing group of friends. 

He laughed, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, leaning back onto the balls of his feet, with his shoulders tucked up high near his ears. The loud bang of the doors of the van closing made the both of us jump. 

"Good to go Ed" Gareth said giving him a thumbs up. 

"Thanks man" Eddie said with a salute. He turned back to you quickly. "Where you staying? Steves?"

"Uh yeah" 

"I'll drive you" He said pulling out his keys from his pocket. 

"Oh no that's okay I came with- Wait where did she go" You looked around for Robin, spinning in a full circle. "She left with Vickie didn't she"

"About ten minutes ago, when you were helping Gareth with the amp" 

"The sex better be worth it if she's abandoning me" You say with fake annoyance. 

"Your chariot awakes m'lady" He said while dipping into a bow. 

"Why thank you kind sir" You quip with a terrible fake British accent, accompanied by a clumsy curtsy. Eddie reached for your hand, grabbing it and leading you up to the passenger side of the van which you now realized was his. He opened the door and continued to hold your hand to help me up and into the seat. After closing your door he jogged around the front and quickly got into the drivers seat. 

You clipped in your seatbelt, setting your bag on the floor by your feet. "Is it okay if I cross my legs?" You asked looking towards him. 

"Yeah why wouldn't it be?" He said turning around, one hand placed on the back of your headrest as he reversed out of the parking spot. You could smell him like this, sweat, beer, and some sort of cologne you couldn't decipher. 

"Didn't know if you were one of those car people" You joke while tucking your legs up and crossing them.

"You mean like Steve?" He said glancing at you. 

"Exactly that" 

"This van is probably older than me, it reeks of weed and cigarettes, you could pretty much do anything in here, I don't mind"

"I'll keep that in mind for when I have to pee" You tease. "I'll just pee my pants"

He scrunched his nose. "Okay maybe no pissing on my seats"

"Too late, I make no promises" 

"You're funny. I like it" 

"Oh, uh, thank you" You blush looking down at your hands, suddenly finding the nail polish on them very interesting. 

"So, tell me about yourself"

You groan. "That's like the worst way to get to know someone!"

"How is that the worst way to get to know someone? It's such a simple question!" He argued. 

"Oh it absolutely isn't! It's like the worst question they ask you at job interviews, I never know what they want to hear!"

He laughed loudly and you couldn't help but laugh with him. His head tilting back slightly. "Okay well what do you want me to know about you?"

"Oh fuck that seems even harder... Let me think about that for a moment" You said, and he let you. You sat in silence for a few minutes while you racked your brain for anything you thought was maybe interesting enough about yourself to tell him. 

"I like taking pictures?" You say, catching a side glance at him.

"What do you like to take pictures of?" He asked without a beat, his fingers tapping against the steering wheel.

"Anything really, I journal them often"

"You journal them?"

"Yeah, I tape them into a notebook, with kind of like a diary entry about whatever I wanna write about, and then I'll say something about the pictures and then cover the page with stickers and doodles"

"Are you gunna put the pictures of me in there?"

Your heart squeezed. "Yeah I might" you admit "You gunna be jealous if I don't?"

"My heart would be absolutely crushed princess" He said while taking one hand off of the wheel to clutch at his heart.

Princess. 

A small giggled bubbled in your chest, and a snort escaped amongst the laugh you let out. 

"What a wonderful sound that is" he said with a dreamy sounding sigh.

"What is?"

"Your laugh" he said turning to glance at you. 

[exhelluvafan]

Anyways, I kiiinda disliked how the client was portrayed in Ghostfuckers, so I present my rewrite of the scene... where Blitz isn't that mopey:

She shook her head. “I prefer to stand if you don’t mind.” “Not at all,” Blitz replied politely, trying to make amends for his earlier mistake. They couldn’t afford to lose any more customers right now. “What can I help you with?” “Can you help me return to the living world?” the sinner asked. Blitz raised an eyebrow and nodded. “Yes, that’s our specialty,” he said. “We help people seek revenge on those who have wronged them in their lives. You want someone dead?” The sinner looked away, rubbing her hands nervously. “Sort of…” she murmured. Blitz raised an eyebrow, and she cringed. “This is going to sound crazy, but then again, we are in Hell, so maybe not. Before I died, I was staying at a hotel. Strange things started happening—lights flickering, scary noises, the usual haunted house stuff. Then, the TV went static, and this... thing…” She took a deep breath, clenching her teeth tightly. “This thing climbed out of the TV, like so kind of beast. It looked like a girl, but it wasn't. It attacked me, and—” "Hold on," Blitz interrupted. "Are you saying you were killed by a ghost?" She nodded, fiddling with her hands, and Blitz snorted. "Is that why you have this whole 'The Ring' vibe going on?" Her pale blue skin flushed pink. “I'm serious! There's something in that creepy hotel, and it killed me,” she insisted. 'I want you to investigate and destroy it before it kills anyone else.” Blitz raised an eyebrow. "Why would you care if anyone else gets killed? You're in hell, sweetheart. It's not like stopping this ghost will earn you any heavenly rewards. You could try redemption at Princess Elizabeth's hotel, but then again," he grinned, flashing his teeth, "you're stuck here." "I don't care about saving people," the sinner snarled, her dark hair writhing like snakes in the air. "That revenant got off on terrorizing me. It enjoyed killing me, and the idea of it having constant access to victims to play with pisses me off. It deserves to rot down here with me, not to exist on the surface playing with mortals... I think it might have something to do with that—" Blitz let out a derisive laugh. "Well, that's all fine and dandy, but we kill living people, not ghosts," he said. "So you're out of luck. Sorry about that. The doors are over there. Don't let it hit you where the sun doesn't shin—" "I'll give you twenty thousand souls," the sinner said, her voice a chilling whisper. Blitz trailed off mid-sentence, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Excuse me?" he finally managed his voice barely a whisper. The sinner strode forward, her hand disappearing into her pocket. She withdrew a thick wad of bills and dropped it in front of him, her eyes glinting with a cold intensity. "Ten thousand souls upfront," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "The other ten thousand is yours if you bring me proof that you've killed these ghosts." Blitz stared at the pile of cash for a solid five seconds before scooping it up and counting it. Each bill was a hundred souls, and every single one of them— "These are all real," he said, his eyes widening in disbelief as he imagined the money transforming into dollar signs. The woman scoffed, shrugging her shoulders. "Of course," she replied sarcastically. "So, will you do it?" Blitz grinned, opening the safe and tossing the cash inside. "FUCK YEAH!" he said. "What's the address?" "333 Wonderview Avenue, Estes Park, Colorado," she rattled off. "I need it done by tomorrow." "Tomorrow? For that kind of money, we'll have it done by tonight," Blitz replied, scribbling down the address. Once he finished writing and underlined it twice, he looked up. "Come back in the morning, and it'll be—" But she was gone. He hadn't heard the door open or close, and she couldn't have simply vanished. Blitz stood up and peered out the open window, but there was no sign of her. She just... disappeared. "Freaking creepy," he muttered. The woman must have slipped out the door without making a sound while he was writing. Whatever, it didn't matter. Blitz grinned, rereading the address. This was going to be a helluva job.

I wanted to go more into a darker tone than the episode itself.

Ooo, spooky sinner, I like it!

And also, thank you very much for keeping Blitz in character more than the show itself does, your rewrite is a pleasure to read.

[olderthannetfic]

Seeing how angry people get at anyone mentioning "yeah kids were rude to other kids who weren't into a popular thing" makes me wonder if anyone reading your blog interacts with children. HP wasn't a big thing in my country, but kids absolutely are snooty little jerks to other kids for liking or not liking the right/wrong TV shows, music and clothes. That some people are so terminally online that they're like "😂you expect me to believe a kid was rude to another kid 😂that's crazy like gtfo fr on god" is sad. Speak to a child. Talk to a teacher. At the school I work at, kids get made fun of for not being into Minecraft or, past the age of ten, still being into it because it's a baby game. Is every child lying to me? Is every kid who makes fun of a kid in front of me lying and actually is secretly totally fine with their peers liking the thing?

Kids are sometimes jerks. I know. It's a scary thought. Kids are the sugary sweet props for your babies-ever-after fanfics who have the eyes of one parent and the hair of another, named after a dead character, here to signal to the audience that all is well. They're not supposed to have negative traits, they're here to signal the OTP is truly the one true pairing. But much to the dismay of many a writer and parent, the crotch dumpling often grows to express feelings and thoughts and, regrettably, not all of them are sweet Hallmark card shit.

One kid has been bullied so badly at the school I teach at that his parents are withdrawing him from school. He's very smart and skipped two years. "😂you're saying he's #Different" yes. And I don't think any amount of emojis is going to make his stuff being tossed in the trash and having water dumped on it less bad for him, I don't think any amount of "you expect me to believe a kid was mean to another kid?!" is going to make another kid shoving him down the stairs and him breaking his ankle better, and I don't think any degree of "faaaake everyone knows kids are nice" is going to make coming to school and finding a drawing someone did of him hanging himself less traumatic.

I get it. Imagining kids as sweet innocent babies is a nice coping mechanism to deal with adult life. Creating the construct of a gentler world where no one is ever cruel serves a psychological purpose. But maybe try doing that with fanfic? Because this "pfft kids are never bad" take is how you get parents who go, "I don't care that you have security cam footage of my daughter pushing him down the stairs, she would never do that, she's just a kid" in spite of the evidence directly in front of their eyes.

I knew people in fandom were socially lagging but to be so far behind as to not know kids are jerks... this is just pathetic. Please go interact with a human being outside of Discord and tumblr.

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No one said any of this. They just thought that other anon's way of writing was histrionic.

[curiousquirks]

okay so, here's my request 😼 sorry this is too long 😭😭

this imagine has been spinning around my mind for a while now and... imagine prohero!reader x best jeanist as a married couple. prohero!reader is known as charismatic, brave, bold and confident (a similar personality to mirko's!) who's not shy to express their emotions, specially to their husband; they take place as the number 4 hero and their relationship with the number 3 hero is quite popular among people and more known as power couple (since when they fight together, they're just amazing). but what would happen if they have an argument about something not too serious and take some time apart to clear their minds? the media goes crazy and starts a hero drama, endless gossiping about them, entire internet blogs making theories and, specially, reporters surrounding jeanist and prohero!reader looking for answers about what could've possibly happened to make the so powerful couple separate momentarily (failing miserably because none of them would talk about their personal lives). tsunagu starts feeling annoyed by all the drama over a little argument but reader remains chill about it, they aren't really mad, so the story ends when tsunagu is being surrounded one day by reporters asking the same things as the last week and prohero!reader appears on scene with a rose in hand, apologizing and ready to patch up the past argument with their spouse in front of the camera! they make up and reader gives hakamada a kiss over his hero costume and leaves for patrol, stating out loud they love him humongously beyond the argument (leaving tsunagu heart-warmed).

this would be a oneshot with an humoristic/romantic-fluffy touch if possible (feel free to give reader a quirk of your choice if you want). SORRY IF IT'S A LOT, feel free to ignore♡

Red Threads of Fate

Word Count: 2,023

A/N: I appreciate all of the details, they honestly help me so much so don’t worry about it! I hope you like it! This also took longer than I thought but I made it a longer fic to hopefully make up for it aha <3 Still not that used to writing Best Jeanist so I hope I did him justice. Enjoy <3

Your head whipped around towards your TV when you heard your Hero name.  Your local news anchor was currently moving onto a “special segment” they called Troubles in Paradise. You paused your actions as you moved closer to hear him better.

 

“And no new development on either half of the dynamic power couple, it seems they need time to work on their differences. We here at the station don’t fear for their relationship, knowing nothing could tear them apart.” 

“Thank you.” You replied to the man, as though he could hear you. “I know you guys wouldn’t care as much as the other stations do.” You know Tsunagu was no doubt growing irritated with the public’s meddling in your relationship, making up their own narrative to your private but childish argument.

“That doesn’t stop other sources from trying to figure out just what made two of our top Heroes to part even temporarily. Some have stated that Best Jeanist seems to be getting restless without his spouse by his side. Are the troubles in paradise going to affect his performance as a Pro Hero? Here's hoping they kiss and make up soon.”

You picked up the remote and clicked the TV off, giving a soft laugh to yourself. The public and media was always eager to pick apart every detail of Pro Heroes, their relationships were no exception. It didn’t bother you at all, you’ve grown used to the constant badgering and pestering. Sometimes, it was even amusing to you. Tsunagu, on the other hand, finds it tiring when they come to the wrong conclusion. Image is everything after all, and when the public doesn’t have the full story they’ll go out of their way to fill in the gaps themselves. 

You were currently staying in your own agency building, agreeing with Tsunagu on it being best to give each other space. You’ve made jokes to a reporter that had cornered you that being around each other too often would lead to more petty arguments, especially because you enjoyed messing with him far too much. Tsunagu however, after hearing your little comment, didn’t appreciate how lightly you were taking this whole thing. He had known, without even having to look at any article or forums, that you weren’t helping any false narratives people kept trying to spin. You telling him to lighten up and relax didn’t help your little lover’s quarrel either. 

It had been a few days now, time flying by because the antics of various villains in both of your areas proved a large distraction. You plopped yourself down onto the nearest chair, beginning to mindlessly scroll on your phone. Sure enough, your timelines were filled with you and your husband, usually with the tagline: “If they break up I give up on love!!” You clicked your tongue, heaviness sinking in your heart. You really missed Tsunagu. You threw your head back, letting out a long exhausted sigh. This was going to need to be fixed soon and you didn’t really care how at this point. It was both of your prides at this point, the argument wasn’t even worth this much drama. 

You looked back at your phone, swiping until you could scroll through your own collection of photos you’ve taken with Tsunagu. You scrolled for a few minutes but you had to put your phone down, throwing your arm over your face. You stayed like that until you grew tired enough to move to somewhere more comfortable. You paused, deciding whether or not to toss your phone onto the table but waging a war with yourself. You quickly swiped up on your text messages before you quickly typed a message to Tsunagu, but had decided not to send it, leaving it up on your phone before you had gone to sleep for the night. 

I miss you and your stupid blue jeans <3

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Being rudely awoken because of an emergency alarm asking for your assistance was something you still hadn’t gotten used to. You sprung into action, quickly putting on your hero costume as you as you contacted your sidekicks to assist you. Your efficiency was impeccable and one of the many reasons you were so praised, quickly arriving at the scene to assist civilians and take down any Villain in sight. 

You handled aiding the civilians you spotted immediately with ease, their concerns and uneasiness falling off of them at just the sight of you. You had helped move any rubble and debris that was in the way, scooping up the random strangers and taking them somewhere safer. You’ve been keeping an eye out for the Villain but you can’t seem to find any sign of them. You assessed the damage on the victims you had near you before you signaled over two of your sidekicks who finished aiding some other civilians themselves.

“Help aid their injuries, this one has a broken leg and that one needs stitches.” You commanded them as they both immediately got to work. You checked around again before calling back down to your sidekicks. “Have either of you seen the Villain anywhere? I haven’t seen any signs.”

You watched as both of them looked at each other, seeming to debate whether or not to tell you something. You narrowed your eyes, but before you could open your mouth you heard cheering coming from the far side of the battle field that was obstructed from your vision.

“Is another Hero already here?”

“Uh…well uhm Best Jeanist also arrived on the scene and he was taking care of the Villain while you had aided these civilians.” One of your sidekicks explained, not looking you in the eyes as they tried to focus on helping the person in front of them. 

“Jeanist is here?” You asked, looking back towards the area where you heard the cheering. “What’s he doing in this area?”

“We’ll handle everything from here if you want to go and uhm…greet the crowd…” The other sidekick started saying before letting the sentence fall off before trying to quickly add on: “I’m sure they’ll appreciate being able to thank you as well.”

“He shows up in my area and takes care of the Villain, taking the credit from the public…” You ranted in hushed whispers, crossing your arms, scoffing at the audacity. “Is he trying to get a bunch of good publicity to get the media off his back about our fight?”

A quiet ow had you spinning around as the second sidekick was holding their arm after getting hit by the other. You sighed, rolling your eyes, as you composed yourself. You were being unreasonable and didn’t intend to let your frustrations be front stage for the civilians behind you, so you quickly flashed a grin at them. 

“My sidekicks will take good care of you until rescue teams arrive. I'm going to go assist Best Jeanist with taking in the Villain responsible for this.” You reassured the civilians, flashing a thumbs up at them before rushing off towards the crowd. Maybe fate was on your side for this encounter.

You rushed over, spotting a flower cart out of the corner of your eye. You made a small detour before getting over the collapsed rubble with ease. Sure enough, Best Jeanist had the large Villain thoroughly secured with extensive lengths of threads. He was currently talking with various civilians and an onslaught of people with cameras as he waited for transport. You casually made your way over, the second your presence was seen the crowd screaming your Hero name. Tsunagu eyes glancing towards you, his obscured face completely unreadable, something you were cursing. Surely he wasn’t still upset.

 

“Good thing you were in the area, Best Jeanist.” You called out cheerfully, any bitterness you’ve held onto from before was gone. “Had no idea you would be over here.”

The quick and harsh whispers from the crowd didn’t go unnoticed from either you or Tsunagu. You could see him close his eyes briefly, probably cursing your insistence on not taking your public image as seriously as he did. The reporters seemed to be at odds with themselves, struggling to decide if they wanted to turn the cameras towards you or keep them on Best Jeanist, eager to learn more about this apparent ongoing argument. All of the reporters kept talking over each other trying to get a statement from you. 

“Are you two still at odds?”

“You didn’t know he was going to be in the area? Were you planning on coming to apologize to your spouse, Best Jeanist?”

“Can you tell us what started this feud between you two?”

“Is there not enough in common for you two to keep things together?”

“Did one of you cheat on the other?”

The last question that you heard gave you a pause, immediately causing you to look at Tsunagu. Your voice was loud and commanding as you shouted for silence, forcing the talking to come to a sudden halt. You took a deep breath, Tsunagu’s eyes snapping to you, eyes slightly wide in seeming shock. 

“Guys, guys, guys. That’s enough okay.” You said, trying to ease the crowd growing antsy. “I admit this little disagreement between us has gone on for too long, isn’t that right babe?” You lifted up your arm bumping your elbow into his side as a not so subtle signal.

“I’m afraid we’ve been quite busy and weren’t able to set up any official explanations for our strange behavior. Which we both apologize for, of course.” Tsunagu had explained with that elegant grace as he always did. “Much like frayed denim needs delicate hands and care to prevent the threads from coming apart, our disagreement needed time apart for us to not handle it incorrectly.”

“Actually Tsunagu…” You had turned towards him, pulling out a rose you had snatched off a flower cart you had passed coming over here. “I should’ve just apologized, instead of dragging it on. I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to admit to being wrong.” 

You saw Tsunagu pause for only a moment before his eyes softened, his hand reaching out to grab the rose from you. He delicately twisted the stem in his fingers as he clasped his hand in yours. “I was at fault too, my love. Stubbornness is not one of my best traits, I admit.” He said, smiling underneath his denim collar.

You grinned at him, stretching up to place a kiss against his covered mouth. “We have those red threads of fate wrapped around our fingers.” You explained, moving your fingers to hook your pinky around his. “We may disagree at times, sometimes for something stupid, but nothing is going to tear that thread apart.”

Tsunagu marks this as another moment where he swears that he falls even more in love with you everyday. The aw’s and cooing from the crowd was drowned out as he focused solely on you. He marked every single detail of your beautiful face into his memory, cursing his pride for how long it had been since he had last seen it. Despite his irritation at some of your antics, he wouldn’t trade you for anything and couldn’t have asked for a better partner. 

You heard your sidekicks calling out for you, your head looking back towards them. You let go of Tsunagu’s hand as you waved at the crowd next to you. “Sadly, duty calls!” You called out, making your way towards your sidekicks. “I love you, Tsunagu!”

You moved over the rubble with that same grace you did the first time. He heard your voice calling over the debris still: “I love you a lot! Like a whole bunch! Annoyingly, one might say!” 

Tsunagu looked down at the rose, his eyes falling to his pinky, his mind imaging that little red thread. His eyes could see it leading right over that debris you just jumped over, smiling to himself before he turned his attention back to the crowd he still needed to address again. 

That little red thread of fate that wouldn’t tear no matter what pulled you two apart. He couldn’t be luckier.

[vera4ana]

𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 3 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 🌺

1. acknowledge your cravings 🥝

write down your cravings (i do it in my notes app) and promise yourself that you’ll have the food eventually (even if you won’t). imagine yourself eating the food that you’re craving in depth and make yourself think you already ate it. if you eat the food your craving, the taste will go away within 30 minutes anyways. this will cause you to still be hungry and still crave it, and it can trigger you to keep feeding your cravings.

2. combatting cravings 🦀

smelling candles or perfume really helps me personally. especially smell anything that gives you comfort when you smell it. if all else fails, i let myself smell the food i’m craving and imagine i ate it. be careful with this though, it doesn’t work for everyone and might make you hungrier. to make myself stop wanting to eat, i also look at thnspo. stay away from the kitchen/anywhere where food is!!! if you can, take a relaxing bath or shower and do some skin care/body care. this makes me feel more “clean” which makes me not want to eat.

3. staying motivated 🐚

the hardest part about following through is fighting off your brain. when i fast i always get thoughts like “you’ll just eat under 50cals, it will be fine if you just take a bite”. you have to stay strong, when you feed one craving you’ll feed the rest. it’s so much easier to not eat when you’re fasting, one bite of food will make you even hungrier. don’t torture yourself. it might sound crazy, but i imagine those thoughts as the people in my life who i envy trying to sabotage me. or just strictly tell yourself no. use anything you can to block out those thoughts. do not let yourself convince you that you need to feed into your cravings.

4. distractions 🐬

play video games, put on a tv show or movie that you can get really emotionally invested in, or set mini-projects for yourself to finish. i clean/organize specific areas and it makes me feel clean which also stops me from being hungry, but when i’m feeling really low energy i love sketching out room designs for myself <3. i recommend doing something hands-on that can replace eating.

5. comfort 🥥

when you’re taking away a common main source of comfort (eating), you have to find other ways to make that up or you’ll feel miserable. use a heating pad on your stomach (you can fill a sock up with rice and put it in the microwave next to a cup of water to make a heating pad if you don’t have one) and cover up with soft blankets. you can also put your blankets in the dryer. i sometimes heat up water and drink hot water with lemon, this can really help if you’re craving warm food. infused water is also really good and it helps me drink more water. most of the time I slice up cucumber and lime and put that in my water, but here are some other good combinations: lemon and mint leaves, strawberries, lemon and lime, & cucumber and mint leaves.

6. nourishment 🌸

make sure you still get nourishment during fasting!! i take: ashwagandha, magnesium, b-12, vitamin a + b + c (and sometimes e), and cranberry pills. i heavily recommend magnesium, b-12, and vitamin c, but do your own research and find what works best for you <3

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘺 🩵

[the1975attheirverybest]

how do you feel about the “celebrity blockout” thing going on right now in support of palestine?

i was thinking about that along with the fact macklemore put out a pro-palestine song (with all proceeds going to help Palestinians.) and how i wish matty/the band were brave enough to do something like that, even releasing a demo or two of an older song on bandcamp for palestine relief funds. i just can’t believe macklemore of all people is more politically active than matty healy lol. crazy timeline we live in, but then again i guess his gf also posted a starbucks ad and has been deleting/censoring palestine comments. i wish the band would go a kinda clairo route where they raise money for relief fund or put up songs on band camp.

It’s complicated imo and a bit difficult to navigate, right?

Like, there’s people like Amy Schumer, whom I personally blocked after she posted that shit about all Muslims being rapists. Then there are celebs like Kim Kardashian who was like “free everyone!” 😭 then there are those who don’t say anything at all.

I’ve said it before, but, I honestly don’t think EVERYONE should speak out. Like I could’ve done without Kim Kardashian’s chirping. Reality tv stars, influencers, models, etc. I don’t care about as much.

But artists are important and they SHOULD speak out. Especially artists who claim to “signpost towards utopia.” Who say “we’re rubbish at protest music as a society.” Who write “stop fucking with the kids.” Who say “punk has departed all left leaning spaces.” Art is the tool of resistance and of rebellion. And this moment calls for resistance and rebellion. where are the artists?

It’s truly a sorry state of the world when Macklemore gets the title of “most Rage Against The Machine thing to happen since Rage Against The Machine.” In a world where the fuckin 1975 are alive and well!!!!

With everyday that goes by, especially with the student protests….this is the kind of thing that matty talks about all the time! The fact that he’s quiet on it is beyond disappointing. History won’t forget. In 10, 20, 50 years, we’ll look back and see who was doing the right thing even when it was difficult, and who wasn’t. His heroes and idols (Brian Eno, System Of a Down, Cold Play etc) have all spoken out. And he hasn’t. His name is not alongside theirs. As a 1975 fan, that’s never been something that I ever imagined happening. It’s genocide. But Matty’s made his choice. I hope he’s happy with it.

[elizaellwrites]

WIP Questionaire

Thank you @worldstogetlostin for tagging me here!

Rules: Answer as many (or as few) of the questions about your WIP as you can.

1. What was the first part of your wip that you created?

My ocs, but not all of them. They were part of a separate plotline that I abandoned quickly because it was terrible and cringy. Parts of them changed as they developed, but the core of their characters began here.

The originals are: Annamarie, Rachel, Jacob, Elaine, Jol (the daemon), and Natalie (Anna's mom)

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the theme song/intro be?

I imagine it would be like the soundtracks I listen to while writing. These include songs from Narnia, HTTYD, Pirates of the Carribean, etc. I'm no composer, so I'd trust the judgment of the music expert on the case.

3. Who are your favourite characters you've made? Why?

My automatic instinct is to jump to "all of them," but I'll be reasonable here and keep it brief because I could write an essay about each of them. I won't because a) that's ridiculous to do here, and b) a lot of this has to do with spoilers/stuff on the down-low. My Top 3 (these may be surprising or not) in no particular order are:

Seniar- He's more than Anna's dad, he's lived many lives and seen too much. He's a prince who stepped up to protect his people, defied expectations, and fell in love with a human, earned his place as a war hero, and did his best to protect and raise his daughter after everything he had known and cared for was destroyed in front of him. He might not be perfect, but he's dedicated his life to other people and still provides for his daughter despite carrying the burden of his past.

Roselle- The living dead, her existence shakes the very foundation of my other characters. After being introduced to the universe, nothing was the same, and it was all for the better. She also has this strange charm about her, like she demands attention. Her life and her death are quite possibly the 2nd and 3rd most influential factors in my entire plotline- only outdone by the destruction of Ariya. She's also on a team of her own with a willingness to overlook the rulebook, which makes her extremely fun to write.

Jacob- He's caring but distant at the same time, his family is a disaster, and he's a rule follower and a rule breaker all at once. He's an enigma and has been from the start. You think you know him, but do you really? He's always running from something, facing challenges like he's trying to prove something to himself. Him and his siblings are the driving force of a lot of plot lines, and for good reason. You just can't help but wonder whether he is a good person or a bad person, and maybe he's just both.

4. What other pieces of media do you think would share a fan base for your story?

I'm honestly not 100% sure. My inspiration to write this WIP truly started with Percy Jackson, so there could be some crossover there. Really anyone with an interest in fantasy and okay with dark subjects could find it interesting.

5. What has been your biggest struggle with your wip?

Writer's block. Whether it's because a character wasn't connecting with the action the way I wanted them to, or if I'm having a day that everything I write isn't something I'm proud of... I'm in college and work, so there's often a lot on my mind, and stress and creativity don't flow well together in my brain.

6. Are there animals in your story? Talk about them!

Anna(marie) has a cat named Isa(belle) who she picked up while moving around with her father. Isa is a beautiful and sweet black Turkish Angora whose personality is modeled after my childhood cat Belle. She's not a major focus, but she means a lot to Anna as one of the few beings she could connect with outside of her father.

All other animals are wildlife and have to do with worldbuilding, which could go crazy, so I'll stop it there.

7. How do your characters get around? (ex. trains, horses, cars, dragons, etc.)

While on Earth and involved in traditionally human things, they travel in cars because their goal is to blend in and hide in plain sight.

In the list of natural (magic) Hecathian abilities, one of them is Teleportation. Characters with this ability, or in proximity to someone who is, travel this way. The challenge is it takes more energy the further you are traveling and needs quite a bit of practice and discipline to do it safely and correctly. A couple examples of characters with this power are Seniar, Annamarie (duh), and Jaleya (Cameron's sister).

8. What part of your wip are you working on rn?

Chapter 16- near the middle of book 1.

Not even close to where I want to end this.

9. What aspects (tropes, maybe?) of your wip do you think will draw people in?

I suppose the variety of aspects that appear. There is action, adventure, drama, complex characters and relationship dynamics, worldbuilding aspects, and the world and timeline just keeps expanding with different stories to tell. There's a lot to choose from, and it's all interconnected in the same universe.

10. What are your hopes for your wip?

I have a whole series planned, plus spin-offs and expanded stories to supplement it. I hope I have time to get through all of it because I want my main WIP and its world to someday be a complete set and no longer stuck only in my brain and scattered through thousands of notes.

Lightly tagging @my-cursed-prince, @willtheweaver, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary, @ashen-crest and anyone else who wants to tell me about their WIP!

[artfartt]

I have news!

I made 3 new aus!

But dw I didn’t forget abt the book thingy au

Tw: bright colors for the last one, and lots of reading

1st au (going from most recent)

So the magic rabbit au. Max is a magician that’s in need of a assistance and Sam is a dog man in need of a job, what perfect match! Sam always wanted to be a magician, but he was horrible at it, but Max never gave up on him. Max never gotten too attached to anyone, but Sam was something different, but of course because I’m writing it Max believes that this shouldn’t be allowed, so they just go on with their acts. Since Max has a bad reputation with other magicians, they get into some “freelance trouble” like being tied up on a spinning wheel and letting little kids throw axes at them /hj. Max does rethinks his feelings, but I’m not sure if he ever confesses to him since I came up with this yesterday, but he does go over Sam’s house so much they practically live together, so yeah.

2nd au

In The love doctor au, Max has every type trauma you can imagine (main character moment). He’s a sad, unemployed, lifeless soul. While watching tv one day, he comes across an ad about a nonprofit organization that helps cure people called ‘The love doctors’. He finally decides to go there after been told to go there by his therapist several times and was partnered with Sam. Sam worked day and night to help him. At first, Max was hesitant and uncooperative, but the more they go one the more he realizes that he likes Sam. Once he got cured, he got too attached and decided to cheat his way into staying with Sam more. In the end Sam finds out about the crush and Sam and Max now live together. Max taking care of the house, and Sam helping out patients. Every now and then, Max finds hisself sad at home, but Sam can easily cure him.

3rd (and final)

I wanted to redraw this since it was made a whole month ago so here’s the original

In the toy prince au they live in a society where they’re different regions that belong to certain kings and queens (and they’re all toys). Sam is the prince of “The Aces” (one of a few colonized lands) but soon has to make his choice on who will be his spouse. And because this is Sam we’re talking, he’s looking forward to marrying someone. Max is an orphan picked off the streets when he was little, and was chosen to be the royal jester. Ever since then Sam and Max has been best friends, but Max’s friendship for Sam has grown stronger over time. A bit too strong. Once the day comes for Sam to choose his wife, his mother breaks the news that he’ll be marrying princess ‘Queen Cat-toy’ (yes that’s her name) for treaty purposes with one of the regions. This marriage makes Max jealous because he’s Max, and because he’s afraid Sam won’t hang around him anymore. And that’s when he discovers his feeling for him, but he tries to reject them because “forbidden love” stuff. A few weeks later, Sam’s birthday comes around and he and Max barely talk anymore because Cat-toy needs attention and she keeps dragging Sam everywhere with her. Sam becomes sick of her but he can’t divorce her because she’s crazy and tries to threaten him by planning out a huge war. Because of this Sam realizes that he misses Max, in a way he feels like he shouldn’t. In the middle of the huge birthday party, he sneaks to go take a break from life itself, and Max follows. Max finally decides to speak his feelings and Sam and him decides they’ll be in a royal affair. Princess Queen Cat-toy soon finds out that about this affair and is trying to catch him in the act to get guillotined (I forgot to mention, Max gets sentenced to the guillotine several times because he and Sam like to go out on adventures around the village, and usually Max is the one to get in trouble even if it was Sam’s idea to go in the first place).

Fun fact: this one was inspired and made the same day as The Amazing Digital Circus

[evendumbo]

Man, just one more thing since I made the mistake of seeing how the conversation was going on twitter and elsewhere with the antis. It's not fun to see people call fans who rooted for a Ted and Rebecca romance crazy, strange, and obsessed. That's just fucking sexist and, maybe even more annoying to me, it's not good faith disagreement. I did not ship Ted and Rebecca throughout my first watch of both seasons one and two. I am generally not pressed by possible tv romances. The ship did not start in my imagination, it was initiated by the writers. It was not only a platonic soulmate story. It was a possible romantic soulmate set-up. I wish people would stop playing. If everyone can acknowledge that Nate eventually taking a turn for the worse was seeded all the way back in the season premiere, then we agree that the writing was deeply purposeful and likely seeded other things. In fact, after I finished the season 2 finale and rewatched seasons 1 and 2 together as a whole, it was the seeds of Nate's arc that I saw first. Then I began to realize the other narrative arcs that had been put into place and I marveled at the kind of work that the writing was doing. This is when I realized that the writing was communicating that Ted had a crush on Rebecca and only then, lo, a shipper was born.

Por ejemplo, I wish those who are saying that tedbecca was fabricated could explain why the Dutch guy had so many parallels with Ted. What would be the point of that? There are an infinite number of ways the writers could signal that he was a nice, goofy, caring guy. They didn't have to reference Kenny Rogers, they didn't have to make him cook for her, they didn't have to have Rebecca say "fuck me" after she consumed something he made, they didn't have to make the dress pink. If this were a regular show and Ted and Rebecca were regular platonic friends, none of this would have been (or at least should not have been) written. Imagine Leslie from Parks and Rec falling for a guy who is written to be exactly like her platonic friend, Ron. That would be weird, uncomfortable, and at least raise questions.

One could argue that, yes, Rebecca and Ted were soulmates but they had no romantic attraction, so the Dutch guy was supposed to be a Ted-shaped soulmate with romantic attraction. I'd counter with all kinds of things, but at least this would be a good faith argument because we can agree about what is clearly on the screen. We just disagree about the interpretation of the narrative. Nobody is "crazy" in this argument. It's fine if Hannah advocates for a purely platonic relationship between Ted and Rebecca, but it's not cool that she talked down to tedbecca fans who became excited about what was clearly on the screen like there was something wrong with us. The possibility of romance between Ted and Rebecca did not come out of thin air or some kind of heteronormative compulsion, it came from your show, girl. We didn't write it! If they were gonna get exasperated about people getting excited about a possible romance, then they shouldn't have written it and performed it like a possible romance.

As I said, it would have helped if we at least were given confirmation that Ted had a crush on Rebecca in season 3. If that had happened and everything else was the same, I would have been a little disappointed, but that would have been an ending that made sense to me, an ending that was bittersweet and cohered with everything else the show was expressing. I would have defended that ending forever. But without an actual reveal of at least Ted's feelings in the world of the show (not another pointless fake-out), I'm left feeling irritated or crazy-made or, as I said before, somewhat abandoned as a fan of the TL narrative style. And, at this point, until I let it go, I also dread the hanging possibility of TL's return. I've had enough ambiguity from these folks 😂. Just vaya con dios, friends. Adiooooos.

I love and respect television and I am deeply grateful to television writers. I have also acknowledged that Ted Lasso looks hella hard to write, so I am humbled by that. It had to reach a great height in order for me to be invested this hard. I am thankful for the show's lessons about faith and ethics and community and will try to take them to heart going forward. I honor the show, the fans, and the artists.

And, as far as people calling tedbecca fans crazy? As the woman said, fuck the haters. 💜

[applejuicefruit]

can u write fluff with adrien when reader comforts him after france lost the wc?

PROUD OF YOU

request? yes

fluff

i need to hug him

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France has just lost the world cup.

France has just lost against Argentina.

I’m paralyzed, sat down and with my mouth agape. It’s been a hell of a match and I couldn’t believe that France has just lost.

I was crying.

Along with all the other french football fans.

But I had to be strong, for my boyfriend, for Adrien.

He was so happy and proud when he found out he was going to Doha to play the world cup alongside with his friends that he wanted me to go with him.

I was lost in my thoughts when Adrien’s brother James tried to shake me a bit.

“Are you there?” he asked already knowing the answer.

I simply nodded.

“Adrien needs you” he said.

He was right.

I was sad but I couldn’t imagine how Adrien was feeling.

I waited for the Team to get their silver medal and then I stormed out of the Stadium trying to pass all the fans leaving the crowded place too. I tried to get back to the hotel as fast as I could. I knew Adrien would have been busy for a while so in the meantime I took a shower to release all the stress.

I put on my comfier sweater and I lay down in bed waiting for Adrien.

I scrolled through Insta and I saw a lot of people texting me to take care of Adrien. Most of them were Juventus fan that cheered for Adrien and the team.

It’s been almost four hours later and I was falling asleep when I heard the hotel room door closing.

Adrien was back.

He saw me laying in bed and he decided to join me.

When I saw his face I knew he was on the verge of tears.

He was breaking.

“Adri…” i said wrapping him in a big hug.

He started crying.

I started crying too. It broke me seeing him so sad.

“I failed…” he said almost in a whisper.

“No you didn’t”

“Yes I did”

If I could give him the moon, oh I would.

“Adri, look at me” Isaid and he opened his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes that made me fall in love with him.

“You did not fail” I told him with a strong voice, trying to not break more in front of him “you did great, you made your country proud, you made your family proud, you made me proud” I said now completely crying.

“I’m so proud of you okay? So fucking proud you have no idea, you played your first world cup and you placed second! You didn’t win this time, it’ll be for the next time…but you played so well during these matches, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t deserve it Adrien, and you know it. I know it hurts now and it will hurt for a while but eventually it will pass…I don’t expect you to be happy right now, you can cry all you want to, even all night long, I don’t mind because in the morning you’ll find me, in this same exact place, I’m here and I’m not leaving okay? I love you so much mon amour.”

He looked at me completely shocked.

He probably was expecting me to insult him. to say that he failed.

“What have I done to deserve you?” he asked kissing my forehead.

I laughed a bit.

“I love you Adri” i told him in the most sincere way.

“Je t’aime” he said with his beautiful french accent that makes me shake every time I hear it.

That night we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Crying.

Making bad jokes.

Laughing.

And crying again.

The next day we had our flight back to Paris.

We couldn’t fly together so I came back earlier than he did.

That day a lot of people were excited to see the team who made them proud again during a world cup.

I was watching everything from our home in Paris since Adri didn’t want me standing out there all alone in the middle of the city with a lot of crazy and excited fans.

I saw him in TV, waving to all the people.

He looked sad but at the same time proud of what he achieved.

I tear up a little bit.

He always makes me so proud and he doesn’t even know it.

[emometalhead]

Tag some of your favorite mutuals to let them know you love them and it's going to be okay! 💖💖💖

Hi anon! This is so cute! Thanks for the opportunity to spread some love.

I'm going to copy what Andi did and write some paragraphs under the cut. 🩷

@morska--vila Andi, I'm starting with you because this was inspired by you!! I love you so much!! You understand parts of me that I can't put into words for other people. You have the best sense of humor, and you brighten every situation. You are resilient, caring, and so lovely. You're also a petty queen, and that's a high compliment. I am forever grateful to know you and to have your friendship. I know I can come to you with any problem and leave the conversation feeling lighter and more equipped to deal with it. Endless love and hugs to you 🩷🩷.

@duffmckagans First of all, I hope you're enjoying your vacation!!!!! Some beach time is always nice, and though I love having you here I'm also happy when you're doing something cool irl! Kelsey, I feel like I've known you for a lifetime. We are so similar, and I love how well you understand my brain. No one else can decipher my ramblings and random lyrics like you lol. You are so insanely smart and talented, and I am so glad you share parts of your life and work with me!! I'm in awe of you always. Love you!! Sending virtual hugs and one day real ones!!!!

@day-trippin-dreamer TINA. Hi. I'm going to act like I haven't already texted you today (and every day). You are like my biggest supporter, and I can't say thank you enough times!! You're the best pop culture, TV, and movie buddy!!!! You have great taste, and I love our little judgments and opinions we share. Also I'm happy you're finally getting into Imagine Dragons lol. You are so fashionable, fun, and I love how we can talk for hours about everything and nothing. Our chats mean so much to me.

@no-fxn-club Frankie!!!! I have to start by saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! You will get an actual birthday message too in about 30 minutes, but I had to say it here. I love you so much my dude. I am eternally grateful for your friendship. You have a great music taste. I love that we can make fun of ourselves and each other together. You are so fun to talk to, and I've literally never wanted to hug someone more! Also you just have such a cool style, and I'm so impressed with you in general!!

@inquisitiveheretic Lee!! I truly admire you as a person. I love how you compose yourself. You are articulate. You are such a talented writer. I'm in awe of you. I love our conversations, and I love every glimpse you give me into yourself. You help me feel confident and free, and I'll never be able to thank you enough for that. You have such good taste, and you're probably the only person from whom I've ever actually listened to every song/artist recommendation I've been given. I'm not sure what praise is higher than that.

@rebelrollerqueen Ren, you are such a force. I'm so impressed by all you've accomplished. You are crazy smart. You're multi-talented. (Seriously your makeup is to die for, but also you are musical, fashionable, and intelligent. Amazing!!) You seem so confident in yourself, and I love that for you. Not to go full mom, but damn my internet kid is cool. I am so proud of you, and I am sending such a big virtual hug your way. I love having you in my life, and I love being here to support you.

[blingblong55]

How do you get inspired to write and what’s your process? The fandom I wanna write for is so small and I just can’t find the fics I wanna read but every time I go to write my own ideas I get stuck. Please I beg I’m in the trenches here 😭🫧

I'll give you a bitchy answer and a full on honest one

Bitchy answer: when I open a request, I read through it and almost immediately I know how things will play out once I write them, I think of the plot, what my characters will say and how they'll act towards what "R/N" will say.

When I write based on my personal need or immediate creation, I already have all the plots and scenes coming along, basically I know how I'll deliver it and how it will be written. Its like my brain creates a movie and I just base myself on it.

Full honest one:

-I never write much on what the scenes are/look like, but from a writer to another, picturing the little details allows you to, feel/emerge, yourself into this world you are writing about.

-Music is a need, listen to anything that has the same vibe you are writing for. smut? listen to what YOU think that smut scene feels like, is it euphoric, sexy, passionate, hunger? think of that as your write. --it is the reason why my titles or pieces of my fics have lyrics, I like to pay tribute to the artist that inspired my ideas.--

-I never, ever!, tell my reader how Grim\R/N looks like, I want them to feel like its them in that story. However, I keep a notebook of all my stories, each page is how I think reader will look like (for me), who they are and such. Basically I think of them as a real person, I want to make myself believe this person is real and I am interviewing them or watching them from afar.

-At times, I take ideas from books ive read, or fanfics I wrote back in the day (wattpad used to be THAT bitch). I also take ideas from TV shows and movies and at times I take ideas from my personal life.

-Sounds crazy, but try to imagine your characters are in the room with you. What are they telling you? who are they to YOU? Make sure you don't actually talk to a wall (has happened to me), but in your mind, imagine their voices, interview them in a way. Ask them "if so and so kicked you, what would you do?" and imagine what that character would say.

-your readers are important, but what you want to write should be appealing to YOU, that is very very important. I always write with the intention of having young me reading this, does she like it, is she annoyed that I wrote this differently? Whilst your readers are important, if you keep writing to catch their eye and not yours, you will get bored of writing.

Also, eat, I don't care, you may have an idea, (keep a notebook around) but your own mental state and sanity is important. I used to write for my readers, but when I found I was no longer happy to even open the app, I knew I lost interest in what I love to do.

So always put your needs (writing wise) first. If your audience likes it, then good, if they don't, never take it personal, people have their own tastes, so let them be

A/N: if you do want me to share the pictures of my notes lmk :)

Side note: I know this was long and probably confusing as shit...but I hope I helps in some way<3