#it doesn't mean the other dont love him! dont twist my words

[spoonietimelordy]

The show should really address at some point how Jaskier is the only one who choose to be with Geralt, everyone else has been linked to him through destiny but not Jaskier and how this can be both terrifying for Geralt because Jaskier can leave anytime he wishes to, but also how reconforting it can be, because he is choosing to stay.

[chatdae]

love how the older skaters in the senior division give Yurio encouragement and that each time it pisses Yurio off. JJ is intentionally condescending so that makes sense, but with Viktor and Yuuri they're not even being condescending. Yurio's just dialed in on being a hater... and i love that for him <3

[somerandomdudelmao]

I think the thing I keep coming back to is not the enormity of their love it's the mmmm. Consistency maybe? I'm not sure that's the right word.

It's the way it manifests, right? Because of course they love each other, they're family, they're each others whole heart. Of course Mikey will sacrifice his youth to burn the kraang out of Casey. Of course Raph would give the generator at his heart to keep Leo and Mikey and Casey safe. Of course Leo would stay behind with Mikey in a ruined world. Of course Donnie would walk onto a battlefield half dead and fight the kraang off for his brothers. Of course Casey would break the laws of the universe to bring the four of them back.

Of course they would. Because they're each other's whole world. There's no ask that's too large. There's no task too impossible. There's no fight that's too dangerous. Of course they'd hand out these actions, these definitive declarations of love.

Because what other choice is there? When the options are do it or let your family suffer the answer is obvious. The answer is easy.

And those are wonderful ploy points, they're wonderful dynamics and moments and declarations. But they're not what I keep coming back to.

I keep coming back to Leo giving Mikey his hoodie when Mikey wants comfort. To Casey wrapping baby Leo in blankets. To April finding the Jupiter Jim movie and bringing it to watch with Donnie. To Donnie making Mikey young again. To Leo giving Casey piggyback rides, and swinging him around for fun. To Mikey letting Leo's scarf and tassels float with magic. To Donnie letting Casey lay on him. To Raph commiserating with Leo that Casey doesn't remember him. To Mikey comforting Raph when he lost his eye.

To Donnie showing Casey the rain.

Because when you love someone it's easy to give everything for them. To sacrifice yourself, your safety, your life. When the problem is "do something or watch them suffer, watch them die" there's no question to be asked. There's no alternative action to be taken.

But it's harder to remember to do the hundreds of insignificant things that are the actually important bits. The things that you dont have to do. Because no one will die if Mikey doesn't get Leo's hoodie. No one will be in danger if Leo's scarf doesn't blow in magical wind. No one would worry if Casey never saw the rain.

But they're love isn't just about saving each other or protecting each other. It's not about the sacrifice, it never has been.

It's about waking up each day, and spending each moment caring for someone so deeply that you take the time to find your old hoodie wherever it thrown last. Trusting someone so wholly that you share the ways you feel, even when you know there's nothing to be done about it.

Because in the end Casey wouldn't have known to miss the rain. He couldn't have cared either way about it. But Donnie wanted Casey to experience what he viewed as a small joy.

And I think that's what I've been circling for the last 500 or so words. The small joy. And the constant, consistent, never ending effort of creating that small joy for the ones you love. For comforting them. For making them smile.

And what I come back to, over and over, is that the huge moments, where it's all or nothing, when it's time to put everything on the line for those you love, means absolutely nothing unless it's backed by hundreds of thousands of moments where you sacrifice nothing more than a bit of time, or a bit of effort, or a bit of convenience. If you haven't spent your whole life doing the things that aren't a given, and aren't necessary.

Ohhh, it does things to my brain.

One thing I keep reminding myself of throughout the creation of a comic is consistency. I often want to twist some situation so that it's something new and surprising for the characters. You know, in terms of emotions and dynamics.

When Raph bot came home alive and Leo cried. A little voice inside me was saying "what if this is the first time Casey sees Leo cry? Show his reaction! Show how surprised he is!"

Or when Mikey levitates someone. "Come on, draw a surprised face. Levitation is surprising!"

All those little family moments. I keep reminding myself that they are not a group of strangers who become family. They are family. The family family. The familiest family ever jfjfbfhdksk

So instead of

"oh wow did he do that??"

it's

"well of course he did that."

It's about caring and giving and loving to the point where it's something naturally subconscious.

[adharastarlight]

Tis The Season

Eight: Music

Jegulus smut with maybe... some plot? Sirius doesn't know (just like if you know me irl? you dont) about jegulus at all... anyway, there's a reason James always has his music on too loudly

“Turn the music down, James!”

The brunette heard his best friend's yell echo from across the hall but he wasn't listening. He was also one hundred percent sure that Sirius would rather hear the possibly too loud bass of his music than the noises his little brother was making.

“Sh-shit, Jamie, fuck,” Reg managed the words between gasped moans, nails digging into the older boy’s back.

He cursed, “that's it, baby, you're so fucking perfect.”

The younger whimpered, arching into him further and throwing his head back, exposing that beautiful neck. That neck he knew he wasn't meant to mark. But it was right there. It was taunting him. Regulus let out a gasped moan when his boyfriend started sucking and biting at his neck. He would've said something, that it was a bad idea maybe, if he wasn't slowly going insane with bliss. A slightly louder moan tore free from him, almost animalistic, when James reached between them to rub circles against his clit, slowly, faster, faster, fuck.

“So good for me, angel.” James grunted at the nails scratching down his back, his hips stuttering slightly, “I'm so close, fuck.”

“Jamie, merde.”

The brunette moaned into his neck, against the skin he'd probably bruised by now, cursing as his boyfriend came, clenching around him. His hips lost their rhythm as he came, pressing fleeting kisses against Reg's neck and shoulders and collar bones as he slowly lowered himself to lie on top of him.

Regulus let out a soft huff as the older man's weight pressed into him and reached up to card his fingers through his hair gently, “hi sweetheart.”

He smiled and reached over for the remote for the stereo, turning down the music and pressing a kiss to the other's temple, “you need to find a way to be quieter, angel.”

“We've music and you like it when I'm loud.”

“Sirius yelled for me to turn it down, he'll catch on at some point.”

“That's his problem, not mine.”

James laughed softly, “it'll be your problem when your boyfriend is hung drawn and quartered, my love.”

“He wouldn't hurt my boyfriend!”

“I mean in his defence, he has no idea-”

“...Stop making excellent points.” He kissed his nose and tugged on his hair gently, “I liked the new mixed tape.”

“I thought you would.”

Reg smiled, about to reply and ask when he'd made it, but a holler came up the steps again. Followed by impatient stomping on stairs.

“James! You arse! It's your bloody turn to cook dinner! What the fuck are you doing in here?” The handle of his room twisted but the door remained closed, the brunette muffling his laugh in his boyfriend's neck. “Why the fucking hell is your door locked? Prongs! Come and make dinner you arse!”

“Go.” The younger whispered it into his hair, shushing the protest he knew was coming, “I'm fine, my love, I'm great actually. I'll be even better if my brother doesn't come barging in here. Go on.”

“Prongs!”

“Coming, I'm coming! Chill, Pads.” He pulled away reluctantly and kissed the figure smiling under him before rolling out of the bed and tugging on his boxers and joggers. He chuckled softly when his boyfriend lobbed his tee at him, lowering his voice to a whisper, “what's this for?”

Regulus grinned and tugged the duvet over himself, “you've scratches.”

“You're such a cat.”

“And you're such a stag, now shoo.”

The older boy scoffed and tugged on the tee before slipping out of his door, making sure it closed behind him before his best mate could look in, “you're very impatient, Pads.”

Sirius scanned him curiously, but merely shrugged and started walking downstairs, “what were you even doing? You're all flushed.”

“Pull-ups, sorry about the music, didn't realise how loud it was when I was in the moment.”

“It's alright, you're lucky Reggie doesn't mind that kind of music.”

“Yeah, really lucky.” He smiled to himself and clapped his mate on the back, “right, what d'you want for dinner?

***

“Reg!!! It's dinner!”

Regulus groaned at his brother's holler and rolled out of the bed he'd buried himself back into after his quick shower. He grabbed his shirt from the side and cursed under his breath at the state of it. They'd maybe been a little frantic to get the clothes off earlier.

“Regulus!”

“I'm coming you grumpy old dog!” He called back, reaching into his boyfriend's wardrobe for one of his tees which fell just above his knees, foregoing his boxers and trousers because… making said boyfriend suffer was awfully good fun.

James looked up as the younger boy walked into the lounge and almost choked. He also almost dragged him back up to his room. He was starving, but the plate in front of him had never looked so unappetising.

“Finally! What took you so long, étoile?”

He shrugged and settled into his spot, the one between James and the arm of the sofa. Which he honestly had made his, before he actually knew where the man who would become his boyfriend sat. He could feel the probably-not-subtle eyes running over him and smiled, “dinner looks good.”

His brother nodded and flopped into the armchair near them, picking up the remote, “I love mum and dad but I might love eating in front of the tv more.”

Regulus nodded and forced a shiver, tugging the blanket over himself and the brunette, “me too. It's far more relaxed.”

His boyfriend grinned at him and moved his hand to his inner thigh, brushing against where he'd expected to find boxers and stifling a groan by stuffing a mouthful of pasta into his mouth. He glanced at his best friend whose attention was affixed to the screen and dipped his hand between his thighs, brushing lightly against his clit.

“Oh, Reggie, Pandora called.”

He raised an eyebrow at his brother, ignoring the teasing touches as best as he could, “she did?”

“Yeah, asked about going to the city centre tomorrow, the library. I said you'd call if you couldn't go but otherwise meet her there at eleven.”

James waited for the moment his boyfriend opened his mouth to pinch his clit, just hard enough to elicit a sharp inhale.

“Oh, yeah, that's great. I'll definitely g-” he forced back a moan as a finger slipped into him, curling up to brush his gspot, “go-oh.”

Sirius glanced over at the stuttered word and furrowed his brows, “you okay, Reggie?”

“Yeah, yea-” he clenched his jaw when his boyfriend repeated the motion and had a sip of his water, smiling sheepishly at his brother, “hiccups, sorry.”

He shrugged and turned back to the tv. James waited a moment to ensure he wasn't going to turn back around and pushed a second finger into him, curling and stroking until he was fairly certain the it other's teeth were grinding together. He leaned over slightly, whispering against the shell of his ear, “so pretty and desperate for me, angel. In my shirt and nothing else. Practically begging me to fuck you, hm?”

Reg let out a quiet whimper, making sure his voice was just as quiet when he replied, “is this you - fuck - teaching me to be quiet?”

“Mm. You're doing so well, baby.”

“Fuck, Jamie, please.”

The brunette smirked and rubbed his thumb against his clit, moving his fingers just too slowly, “if you're quiet you can come whenever you want, angel.”

He bucked his hips into the contact slightly before nodding, biting his lip hard enough to draw the faintest blood to hold back a moan when his boyfriend sped up. His shoulders slumped into the sofa behind him as he focused on being quiet, only a quiet gasp leaving him when he came, head thrown back slightly, back arched up the tiniest amount.

James drew his hand back and waited until his boyfriend was looking at him to suck his fingers clean. He smirked at the almost silent whimper, mouthing ‘good boy’ and watching the younger boy crumble on the spot.

They were going to need louder music.

[itsfairly]

Saying Out Loud // Nanami Kento x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

cw: none.

notes: HAPPY PRIDE YALL! i normally post once a month, but lets pretend last post was the make-up for may and this one is june's. either way, fits the month, right?

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"I'm bisexual," you said with a small crack towards the end of your words.

your eyes were constantly shifting between his, searching for any reaction or response from Kento as your fingers fidgeted with each other in an effort to calm your nerves.

it was so uncomfortable, so tense, so terrifying. you know this stuff is told at the beginning of a relationship, not months into it, but things with Kento were going so well. you've never felt so calm around someone, so loved in the most simple yet concrete ways, that a relationship could be so easy and rewarding as this one with him. you wanted to hold on to this stage, this moment where things flowed perfectly and the world seemed to say yes, these two are meant for each other. that's why you took so long to tell him.

after all, how many people treated you differently after they learned this about you?

sorry, its just that i dont want to date someone who will make me look over my shoulder to see if they are being faithful.

what? so you're just gonna leave me when you want to date a man or something?

does that mean we can have a threesome?

its was as if there mere mention of your bisexuality was a burden to them or some sort of fetish. it was exhausting and no matter how much you tried to be fine with it, you weren't.

it wasnt like you didnt trust Kento, he had been nothing but respectful to you and such a gentleman. but god, did those relationships screw up your confidence in this area...you thought you could keep this to yourself, but then again, he deserved to know before things went any further, to walk out if this wasn't what he hoped. you would get it even if it was unfair.

with every second his eyes looked into yours, taking in your words with that stoic expression of his that you could barely read at the moment, the fear was growing in your chest. It kept expanding until it reached your lungs and had to take deep breaths to appear calm about this when you were scared shitless. what would he say? why was he taking so long? he wants to break up, doesn't he? of course, he-

"what made you want to tell me now?" Kento asked, his voice calm as ever as if he was asking where you wanted to have lunch, making you wonder if he was even understanding the severity of your words.

"we've been dating for months now, exclusively even, and you deserved to know before things got serious," you said, feeling your heart race with every word you said. hell, you wondered how you managed to speak so clearly with these many thoughts in your head.

"but are you telling me because you want to or because you felt like you have to?" Kento asked, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, his eyes showing this concern.

that made you blink a few times. this wasn't the kind of reaction you usually received. you were bracing yourself to hear any apprehension, maybe for him to reject or twist your words, but not to see him worried for you like this.

"i told you, we have been dating for a few months and it would be fair if i kept this from you-"

"but its not fair to force yourself either." Kento interrupted you, his words having this firm yet soft tone to them.

his hands reached out to one of yours, covering it completely in his hold. a steady hold opposite to the fidgeting of your fingers, but in his hands, your hand had no choice but to relax.

"you look so stiff you might break, try and take a breath," he adds, his head tilting to the side as his expression softened.

you do just that, mirroring Kento as he also took a deep breath to encourage you to do the same, and while it did help with the nerves, it didn't relieve your confusion. he wasn't saying much on your coming out, he hadn't say a single word about it yet.

"i wanted—want to tell you because i don't want you to find out later on after investing so much in me and just...you don't need to waste your time if someone like me isn't what you were looking for," you explained.

of course you wanted to tell him, but it didn't took away how scary coming out is, especially when the person you're coming out to is so special and you want them in your life regardless. you didn't want to lose him, but you also didn't want to deceive him like this. maybe you did had to push yourself to say it, not wanting to ruin things so quickly, but you couldn't wait any longer.

Kento sighs, making your heart stop for a second. Was he disappointed? Infuriated? Angry?

But when you heard his words as he squeezed your hand, you were surprised to learn how far off you were...

"i must be awful at making it clear that you're exactly who I'm looking for."

suddenly, its as if your heart gains this new energy, beating and beating as if you just ran a marathon. your mouth feels dry as youfeel your brows knitting together, feeling as if this conversation was bringing more surprises to you than to him.

"you don't care that i'm bi?" you asked quietly, your hand squeezing his back in hopes you didn't hear him wrong.

Kento shakes his head, "i do, but not in the way you think," he says, a shadow of a smile coming to the corner of his lip as he scoots closer to you. His eyes look at yours, silently asking if that was okay. You nod.

"i care, not because it annoys me—i would be an asshole if that were the case—, but because i'm learning about you. The you that you feel most authentic to. While i am happy that you are opening up to me about something so important to you, i wished you would feel more comfortable telling me about it because you were ready, not because you felt pressured to. i'm sorry if i made you feel that."

you didnt know what it was at this point, whether it was the adrenaline or sweetness of the moment, but you knew Kento was the reason with all these words he was saying. he wasn't anything like anyone you'd dated before, he was being so sweet and just a dream. you never thought your chest could swell with this feeling while coming out to someone. it felt...easy.

you quickly shake your head, your turn to scoot over to him with your knees bumping against his. "no, no! you didn't pressure me in any way, Kento. its just that i know how much of a dealbreaker this is to some and i..." you took in a deep breath, feeling your throat hitch with this lump, "god, you have no idea how relieving it is to hear that."

you didn't wait a second longer before you wrapped you arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug as you rested your forehead in his shoulder. you felt his arms wrapped around you in return, pulling you closer to his body as his hand caressed your back in soothing circles that made your heart calm down.

"someone like you is special," Kento says softly, his breath tickling your ear, "you're choosing me over anyone else, and i feel so honored that you are with me."

you laughed softly, pulling your head back from his shoulder and looking at him with a huge grin. god, he made this so, so easy.

"kento, you have no idea what this means to me. No idea how easy it is to feel lucky right now." You said quietly, taking a deep breath before resting your forehead against his, "thank you, just thank you."

Kento hums, his hand coming up to your scalp to stroke your hair gently. hearing all your words and seeing all the emotions you wore on your sleeve made him realize how big of a step this was for you, how heavy of a topic this was on you. it didn't take a genius to know that this reaction from you meant that this situation didn't went as well in the past with other people, which made his heart hurt for you. Sweet you who thought about him first before herself when this wasn't about him.

more than ever, Kento would make sure that you felt comfortable in your skin and secure in your relationship. you deserved nothing less than that and you were worth investing in as you said in your own words, though he would much rather call it loving you. it sounded more accurate to what he wanted to do.

"you know, now i have to put more effort into our relationship," Kento said softly, a hint of playfulness in his voice, "after all, I'm showing you off to double the people, aren't i?"

[tommyflanaganfan-blog]

I dont know if this would be considered a one shot or a drabble or if its gonna turn into an actual story but here y'all go. Enjoy.

Cheated

"Tell me who it was."

"No. I already told you what I did and why. It doesn't matter who I was with."

"The fuck it doesn't. I want to know who the asshole is that for some reason decided it would be a good idea to put their hands on my wife. Who are you sleeping with Hayleigh?"

"I'm not your wife. And I'm not going to tell you who it was you'll kill him."

In every way that matters, you are my wife. Wether we have a stupid piece of paper or not."

That piece of paper was currently tucked inside of his kutte. He had went and got a marriage license, wanting to surprise her now that his divorce was final. This was not what Chibs had expected to come home to. Hayleigh had been his everything, his reason for living for the past 4 years. And she had cheated on him while he was in Ireland helping Jax find Able. Granted, he had slept with Fiona but it was the only way she would agree to a divorce. Told him it was a final goodbye. He knew Hayleigh wanted to get married. In a twisted way, he had done it for her. For their future together. And he knew she would never find out, she'd never believe a damn word that came out of Fiona's mouth and nobody else knew about it.

"Are you going to leave me for him now? Do you love him? I don't know what he told you, but I promise you no other man alive will ever love you like I do..."

Chibs sounded heartbroken. He wasn't acting as furious as she had anticipated and it killed her. She felt as though she had just ruined his life.

"Filip...."

I want answers Hayleigh. Now. Did you fall in love with someone else? And who is it?"

No way in hell was she going to tell him it was Kozik she had slept with. She wasn't completely stupid. She knew Chibs would kill him, brother or not. He didnt give a damn about anything else when it came to her. Yes, she loved him. But she loved her scotsman more.

"It was a random guy."

Chibs lit a joint while staring at her menacingly. He dropped his gold colored lighter on the table in front of him and leaned foreward, his tone of voice turning deadly.

"You're a lot of things love, but a whore is not one of them, which means I've met the guy. I know when you're lying. You won't be able to protect him for very long darlin'." As far as Chibs was concerned, Hayleigh was his. She was all the good he had in his life. And she had no idea just how far or to what lengths he would go to protect his family. Chibs Telford was a dangerous man who hid it well and she had so rarely saw that side of him that she had underestimated him. One way or another he was determined to find out it was. And when he did, all hell would break loose. He wasn't going to lose Hayleigh to someone else, not without a fight.

[flo-zoinks]

do you think Dutch every truly cared about Arthur, John, oe any of the gang members? Or he only cared about how useful they were to him? How loyal they were to him?

I think he cared genuinely to an extent, especially when it came to Arthur, he just ultimately cared about himself more and his own ego. Just my take tho, it's a bit more complex than that but I really don't know how to word it :")

Good take!! Thanks for asking me ♡

In short (if possible), I think Dutch cared, but other factors were a lot more dominating than that love.

To Dutch, I believe his biggest goal in life was his image. Dutch's idea of a perfect person was someone who took in and protected the rejected and weak around him, who didn't follow and submit to the society around him, who longed for freedom and spoke wise words about not conforming. Whilst this idea of a perfect person might not be what everyone else thinks at all, it's what he does. Arthur and John fell into that image - the people someone perfect would protect and care for, and teach his own ways. So Dutch believed he cared for them, being that perfect person, and acted as someone who would. That's why I think he did things that looked like caring, (what he believed was), but when it came to things that werent obvious, or took too much work he deemed necessary, he allowed other factors to dominate that caring feature of a person to mentally ignore them whilst still feeling good about himself.

That's why I think he was so easily able not to save Arthur, his son, in chapter 6. A Father, or a Mother who truly loves their child as they should wouldn't give up that love so easily, as Dutch did. No matter the current issues, they would save their child, at the risk of their own life easily. Dutch allowed that judgement and voices to enter his head so quickly, and used it to allow himself to abandon his child, telling himself it fit the criteria of a perfect person as "they deserved that." It was easier to do that, then to have to make a decision that could possibly harm his own idea of himself.

Take for instance, Dutch's jailbreaks. If Arthur goes to jail for a prolonged time, theres a good chance Dutch will break him out in the game. However when Arthur gets kidnapped by the O'Driscolls, I dont think Dutch went to look for him past the jails and saloons. A caring person would search where he thought would fit, like those jails and saloons. Someone who loved further and actually cared like a Father would search and put in countless hours to retrieve their loved one, but once he'd finished feeling like a good person didn't care to look further.

So generally because I'm so close to going off topic lmfao, I think his belief that he cared manifested into a little actual care, however wasn't as big as he pretended. He saw them as assets, as parts that existed to him to help him feel good about himself, as tools. The people around him, Reverend, Molly and so on exist to stroke his ego and tell him he's a saviour, he's so smart and perfect. But when Arthur and John begin to openly doubt and judge him whilst Micah doesn't, he sees it easier to believe Micah's words and follows the route that reminds him hes perfect, meaning he doesnt need to care for Arthur and so on to feel good about himself. Their purpose doesn't work anymore, their used up and broken, so that care disappears.

That's also how I view the American Venom scene, when Dutch shoots Micah. At that point, Dutch sees the full maliciousness and "evil" in Micah's words, and realises his mind will never be able to twist things and his own views to justify their actions anymore. So to still feel well about himself, he shoots Micah. Besides, 'that's what a good person would do, right?' He still doesn't need John, still sees him as someone who will damage his self-image, so therefore not worth his attention and a traitor to him, but is perhaps a little less hostile to him. He's reminded a good person should still care for him, and Arthur, so treats it as his final act of 'love' he can perform. His final moment of 'caring'.

Am I yapping any sense ? Not really. Am I tired? Ya! But this is just my personal view! I agree with u fo sho so thanks for the ask!! I'm so grateful I love these so much. I'd also love to see other opinions or views on this❤❤🌟

[housemaiden-of-change]

INTRODUCTION POST!!!

Hi!! My name is Mirabelle (She/her), and I'm travelling with my friends Siffrin, Isabeau, Odile, and Bonnie! We're here to save Vaugarde from The King! This is my first time running something like this sooo I'm a little nervous, and I have a few personal boundaries:

- No NSFW or flirtatious messages please!!! I personally don't like that kind of stuff

- Please don't be too mean! Especially to other askers! We all see the world differently

- Art submissions are welcomed AND appriciated!!

- While I believe everyone is allowed to interract with my blog, I have some acceptions! No Homohphobes, transphobes, racists, MAPs, Proshippers, basically anyone who is "Anti-Change" Change is apart of life, buster! Deal with it!

- You don't have to ask me for a hug or to be your friend! To Dormonts house, you are a friend of us all! <3

- Bonnie has a blog of their own now! Bonnie rules semi-no longer apply! :3

Now for some words of the Blog Manager!

Hi hey and hello! Its me, @imlivinginyourtrashcan (He/Him) and I have finally caved! (Hope you are proud Siffrin)

Now for my personal boundaries for this blog, along with simple requests:

-My rules are the same as Mirabelles, but with my own ooc twist

-While Mirabelle herself is a She/Her user, I am not! I use He/Him, I won't tolerate purposeful misgendering

- I finished the game! Not in full, still have stuff to do some of the achivements, so be careful with spoilers still 🙏🙏🙏 (ask before you initiate, please, I didnt get Who Was The Phone yet so getting that ask qualified as a spoiler)

- Any godmod or metagaming request will be denied! Or, cleaverly intercepted by 《 The omnious unnamed narraror!~ 》. If you have to ask if its godmodding, it probably is! Don't do it!

- I have the right to deny or veto an ask, and you all have done a great job listening (except with the excess geese attempt), but if I, in character or not, say not to do it, dont!

- Anon is off. Maybe you can earn it back, but I doubt it. Run away, weirdos! [Sptzz sptzz] ....but if you were a nice fella and wanna remain anon, I can blur your name and pfp! Just say so in ask (same rules as Mundie)

- This Blog will follow the shennanigans of @a-traveling-star (King), @studies-of-nothing (Ninja), @defender-of-jouvente (Mundie), @snacksleader (Susie), and @loopadoop (Unsure if they want to be called smthn else yet)

Occasionally in the askbox, we'll get a rp scenario with "Suzu" thats our mutual friend @cookieeevee you should go follow them theyre so cool.

- Please no ship related asks, love you guys but I dont want a war in my comments section /lh

- Like the others have stated before, do not rush us! Please! None of you have done it to ME but my friends have reported it happening to them, we all have lives! We'll get to you eventually!

- I personally don't give a shit if an au self comes around, but don't force it into the canon please, time and place! But come say hi whenever!

- I'm fine with being adressed in ooc and will sign my name with ooc brackets, but just cuz im ok with it doesn't mean you should start pressuring other people to do the same. Some people wanna remain anon and thats perfectly ok :)

- Alsoooo~ Cuz this is an au, ill be tagging things [besides act 0] in their respective acts 🫡

Bye Bye!! ~

[33446699]

Jungkook insta :

If this news is right ,I love jungkook for how he is standing up for him and for other K-pop idols ( jungkook did you read my last post 👀 don't be shy tell me 😭😭) and paving a way for other K-pop idols to not be mistreated in this industry,it increased my respect for him as an artist ,for not fearing and standing up for what he feels is right

Now coming to his account whether it was hacked or not ,anyone know nothing about jungkook and it kinda proved ,saying he can't stand up for anyone , and to those shaming him for not speaking up for his members when you know that kmedia is acting like vultures and members really can't support suga ,and calling him all sort of bad names and throwing him under the bus for what ?

Do you know him in real life ,the answer is no ,saying that he can't write in English,he is learning English for so long atleast respect the person you stan ,just because he don't communicate in English with his fans doesn't mean he dont know English,this is so sad ,so its hacked ,it's not his usual writing style so it's not him ,what is this behaviour?

Him saying goes to both HYBE and min heejin who is throwing new jeans members on frontline,so people who saying this he supporting MHJ as well ,is so weird ,how can you only pick one side ,as much as you think HYBE is using them ,MHJ is using them too ,NWJS fans should support their members not MHJ ,don't twist his words to support MHJ ,don't use selective comprehension skills ( this goes both to tokkis and Army's )cause he probably used English for this very reason

Army's are so insane to think they know what's the military timing to say ,he isn't allowed at this time to use phone and to post so it's not him ,it's definitely hacked , whatever military timings are in SK ,we don't know

We as fans should act like fans ,cause in the end we know nothing about these artists in real life ,and now when its probably not hacked and it's kinda of confirmed ,I love you jungkook for being a king like this 🤷🏼‍♀️😂☺️,for standing what you believe is right and for not letting anyone take advantage of any artist in this K-pop world

Anyone who stans members and then switch to throw them under the bus as soon as they find out for not fitting into their own narrative is not an army.if you stan Stan properly ,we as fans should know our limits ,I don't know why BTS fans are so ready all the time to judge him ,if he is doing something unusual,its doesn't mean he cant lets not cross our boundaries and give him the respect,love and treatment he deserves without judging his every move

People are still saying he ain't the one posting this and bighit didn't confirmed this ,still support jungkook and don't say anything weird ,hacked or not , official or not ,we should support him without putting our own feelings on front 🤷🏼‍♀️

Now coming to tokkis if he is the one posting ,he is supporting the new Jeans members not MHJ , please don't include MHJ in it ,care for your artists not artist CEO,it's so wrong to see using him to say he is supporting your artist and MHJ too and then throw your own members with MHJ HYBE problems

[orchestraytedkhaos]

Rexsoka. Yeah, it's my ship. Still.

I mainly just lurk here, reading fanfic and enjoying the memes. But the angst of the last few has given me the courage to dive in and say a few words.

First, let me clear the air: Rebels was when I started shipping Rexsoka. Prior to their reunion on that show, it had never ever occurred to me to ship them. Despite having read the novels.

So, yeah, look, I totally get the opposition to shipping early Clone Wars Rex and Ahsoka. She's a child. He's a child too, arguably, although his accelerated maturation makes everything super messy. The military structure and fact that Rex is basically a slave means its got power issues galore. Then for those in the US, there is the whole 18 year old age of consent thing (noting, for good or ill, it's 16 most other places). I get why this squicks people. It's the SanSan of Star Wars.

But people grow up. Even on TV.

Season 7 Ahsoka is 17 going on 18, and effectively an adult. She's commanded armies, and just spent a year living and working independently. She is also obviously mature and, frankly, animated that way. Rex is a long term friend, they love and care for each other, and by the end of the season, she basically risks everything for him, and he for her. The episodes are also written in a very obviously shippy way, with the gazing, the chats, the meaningful converstions, the hand holding and the tears. Not to mention that sad, moonlit reunion in Tales of the Jedi.

And although I dont think it matters much, by this time, even taking Rex at double chronological age, the gap is pretty mild by fantasy standards. 17-18 and about 26, roughly the same as Buffy and age-corrected Angel, and way less than Han and Leia.

Fast forward to Rebels, and we have two mature adults with a shared history and goals, who love, trust and admire each other, share common interests, and are amongst the most important people in each other's lives. It's a believable and natural thing for that to progress to something more. The challenges to their relationship are things like, for Ahsoka, the lingering memory of the Jedi code and Anakin and Padme's destructive passion, and Rex's rapid aging, status and limited life experiences. It is those kinds of emotional and external barriers and their shared trauma that make the romance so interesting.

Season 7 + and Rebels Rexsoka is classic friends to lovers, and one of the nicest, softest and most realistic relationships in Star Wars. The opposition to it, and moraliatic shaming of those who like is, is something I simply don't get. It's bizarre. There are heaps of ships that are far, far more problematic (including Anakin/Padme) that don't get this hate.

Like, anti dudes, what exactly *is* the problem here? I suspect the it's that some people just want to get their hate on.

The recent flashbacks? Yeah, that one on Mandalore complicates thing, but I doubt they had stomping on shippers in mind when they cast Ariana, as I have seen suggested elsewhere. The more likely scenario is that - at about 14 yo when this was filmed - Ariana was totally perfect for the first flashback, and is perfect for playing young Ahsoka going forward. Even setting aside that she is an amazing actress, she's insanely athletic and can duel weild light sabres while knee walking though a twist. She's also already tied to Disney. She wasn't quite right for the part, and, I agree, that does make watching it in light of the fanfic a bit uncomfortable. But, it's not just a shipper issue. Putting an Ahsoka that looks and sounds like that in the episodes with the Martez sisters and Bo Katan is weird af too, and doesn't work. I doubt it is meant to.

Story-wise, the best and only real take is that the flashbacks aren't live action replays. The Mandalore scene doesnt even chronologically match what happened (Ahsoka is so fighting Saxon in that scene, which never happened). They are visions about Ahsoka and Anakin and their relationship, not live action replays. Both remember her as a child caught up in a war. Smoke, the fog of war, flashing lights and dying, faceless clones.

And Anakin and Rex.

What I take from these is that in Ahsoka's mind, and Anakin's too for that matter, Rex is always there for her. Standing in the chaos, calm and confident in himself and in her, and looking badass as heck. With an older Ahsoka it would have absolutely been smoking scene from her pov, and no way was it written otherwise. As an older Ahsoka remembering, it's hot. As younger Ahsoka, he's there as her protector and friend.

Do I do ever think this ship will play out on screen? Not, no explicitly. And, yeah, it probably is harder now because of that vision (although if they ever do film a younger Ahsoka series, they will undoubtedly be casting a young actor for Rex, and Ariana will, by then, be 18). But I don't think that was intentional, and I don't think that much has changed. It was always intended to be an "open for interpretation" relationship, written with the possibility not excluded. And I am good with that. Perhaps I even prefer it. Star Wars has a truly dreadful record with romance and, besides, too often cementing subtle or ust-based ships kill them. I just hope this hasn't, because it's still my ship and I love it.

[ichinoue]

In the lust arc, ichigo never said the "her" kanji in the original Japanese scan, this kanji: 彼 was nowhere to be seen. It was ichigos instinct to protect that made him get up; he didn't know who was calling, but since someone was, he ahd to protect, that's who he is.

The translation for the original Japanese scan is:

“呼んでる. 呼んでるんだ. 聞こえる. 立てよ. 立て. 俺が. 俺が. 俺が護る."

“Calling. They are calling. I can hear it. Rise. Stand up. I…I…I will protect.”

I don't know why viz chose to add a non existent her, but in the original scan, there's no her.

Now you can ship what u like, just don't mischarecterize ichigo for the sake of it. We know you want it to appear that ichigo was down bad for orihime, just don't do it at the cost of ichigos charecter. This was a moment for ichigo to show his instinct to protect, no matter who, and his will as a shinigami.

You also say that in terms panel that ichigo blasts orihime away and off her feet, that he wasnt attacking her because "his sword was on the other side". If he raised from the DEAD to save her, why wouldn't he more cautious of her? That blast flew orihime off her feet, you dont do deliberately do that if ur protecting someone.

I've seen some people use the data book as an arguement to say it was about orihime since it says he was "bound to orihimes screams" when that was 3rd person. That was from a readers perspective, because we as readers knew that orihime was calling out to him, ichigo didn't.

If vasto lorde/ichigo meant to protect orihime, he wouldve said the her kanji in the original scan, and he wouldn't have blasted her away after that. By all means, enjoy ur ship. I don't give a fuck abt that, what I do give a fuck about is ichigo mischarecterization or a false narrative being pushed in order to enjoy ur ship. Ichigo rose from the dead to protect who was calling out to him, because that's what he does. The ichihime ship doenst need this moment to stay alive, once again I know ichihime shippers love to use this as a basis of thir arguement as to why its canon, but it simply didn't happen the way u guys say.

Call me an ichihime anti, call me an orihime hater, I don't give a fuck. Stop pushing false narratives to make ur ship appear any better than it does, its quite frustrating to see mischarecterization happen because of shipping. And I say this too any shippers who want to twist the narrative or mischarecterize charecters in order to validate their ship or prove that their ship is good.

Well guys, it's 2023 and here's another dolt ranting about pronouns in the lust arc, just like the IH Fail essay that ended up being a fail in and of itself.

When will these people learn that Japanese doesn't require pronouns the same way that English does?

Hell, English doesn't even require pronouns when it's redundant and *this* incredibly obvious who is being talked to and/or about:

Seriously. Even if the only thing Ichigo were saying here is the word "protect"...or furthermore, even if we were not meant to know what he was saying at all, and it was just some mumbled, broken speech that the reader was not meant to decipher...It's still blatantly evident that whatever it is he's saying, he's talking to/about Orihime.

I mean this is just hilarious to me. Here's Orihime and Ichigo, literally placed together in side by side panels as Ichigo continues to chant about protecting...And ichiruki shippers are like, "hmmm well, it's not super clear who he's talking about because there's no pronoun so...I guess we'll never know 🤷‍♀️."

When literally, she's...she's right there on the page lmao. That's Orihime, she's right there! You can't miss her!! Like c'mon, dude. This is basic reading comprehension. You really need a pronoun to help you figure this out when her face is right there? Directly adjacent to his? When she's listening to what he's saying, so that it can then dawn on her that, "oh shit, it's my fault, he's doing this for ME."

This is the very next page following that last one, with a flashback of the moment in question, of Orihime screaming out for Ichigo, the moment he could hear HER calling before he rose up from the dead, chanting about protection. Confirming for the 47 thousandth time that yeah, he rose up from the dead for her.

You think Kubo drew this^ entire page, at such a pivotal moment, to show that Orihime's...wrong? Like some sort of gag? She's just *imagining* that Ichigo rose up for her, but it's not actually true? That's...certainly an interesting way to interpret things lmao.

Here's the page the flashback references, of Orihime screaming, placed directly next to Ichigo just as he begins to rise up. But yeah, it had nothing at all to do with Orihime. Just a total coincidence, I'm sure.

And if that weren't enough, here's the Bleach Unmasked Databook:

完全虚化した一護は, 織姫が発した叫びを反芻 しその目的だけに縛られた。

"The perfectly hollowfied Ichigo ruminated over Orihime's screams and was bound only to that purpose"

You...mentioned this? Kind of?

"I've seen some people use the data book as an arguement to say it was about orihime since it says he was "bound to orihimes screams" when that was 3rd person. That was from a readers perspective, because we as readers knew that orihime was calling out to him, ichigo didn't."

The readers aren't the ones who bound Ichigo to Orihime's screams (especially not you, anon, since you keep insisting it had nothing to do with her lmao). Kubo did that. That's how he meant for this scene to be interpreted: that Ichigo was bound to Orihime's screams. But you're still here fighting against it for some reason lol.

Ichigo did know she was calling out to him. It was part of his internal monologue, as she's screaming, before he hollowfied. Whether the pronoun is there or not (because again, the pronoun for her doesn't *need* to be there to make it clear who he's talking about when she's clearly the only person screaming, placed directly next to a panel of him rising him up...) he could hear her voice. He could hear her calling him. He ruminated over ORIHIME'S screams and was bound to ONLY that purpose. Only her.

You can try to downplay it and remove her from the equation all you want, but it's impossible. It's impossible because she was the only one on her knees by his side when he died, the only one screaming, the only one whose voice he could hear, the only purpose he was bound to. The only one whose face is side by side with his as he speaks about protecting. The only one featured in a flashback to the crucial moment of her screaming, placed side by side with a panel of him about to rise up, confirming it was for her.

Try to crop her out of all the pages leading up to the moment Ichigo rises up and see how much is left. Try to make sense of him rising up because he can hear someone screaming, without her there...literally screaming. Try to erase her when she was the catalyst to it all.

And I guess at this point I just don't understand why that's so hard to believe? That Ichigo rose up from the dead for Orihime? Considering Kubo has confirmed that he planned the final chapter revealing the endgame couples after writing chapter ONE.

Is it really that difficult to fathom? That Kubo wrote Ichigo doing such a thing.....for his future wife? Considering Kubo *knew* they would be married in the end when he wrote the lust arc?

Honestly like, it's been seven years. What is the point of digging in your heels and shouting at clouds that scenes like this between Ichigo and Orihime were not romantic when their relationship was literally...planned out...to be romantic?

It's over, it's canon. You can either accept the high likelihood that you were misinterpreting Ichigo and Orihime's relationship from the way Kubo meant for it to be interpreted all along, or continue to rant in my inbox on anon. The choice is yours lol.

[revisitingfandoms]

Hello! I love your writing, but I have some questions, hope you dont mind ! ^^

The question is for - Idea Prompt 10- A soulmate by any other name would never be the same -

Questions

Does this take place in the Canon universe? Or another au like modern world or fantasy?

When will PV meet his soulmates? Does his other soulmates only have his name or other names?

Soooo the Beasts are chained up in the Silver Tree and are PV Familia soulmates, what would they do once they get out of the tree? First go to PV?

When White Lily turns into Dark Enchantress Cookie, does her name change?

Do I have your permission to make a fic related to this, but with a different twist of my own? (I will put credit).

What would happen if Elder Faire Cookie finds out who Pure Vanillas Familia soulmates are? (Its also kinda sad that PV parents are distancing themselves from him).

Hope this doesn't bother you

Alright- Before I get to this I’m just gonna say a few things.

Sorry I’ve kinda been on hiatus, burnout sucks

Work also sucks and takes up a good portion of time

College is college and classes are long and the homework is longer

But in other words- I’m back. So to get to your ask.

1) 

Prompt ten is based mainly off of the canon au- the snippet is just from PV and white lily’s younger years. And with the added bonus of soulmates, which certainly changes somethings around, but potato patato.

2)

PV meets his soulmates at diffing times. He meets white lily first (Same school and such), followed later down the line golden cheese during the aftermath of the sugarfree road followed by both hollyberry and dark cacao. He meets elder faerie same as in canon.

But compared to the beasts… well hes always kinda knew shadow milk on some level as the light of truth. But he formally meets him during the whole beast yeast expedition, followed by the rests of the beasts.

Now for that second bit- its complicated.

All Five of the beasts only have pure Vanilla as a soulmate, but they kinda had each others names tattooed in a sense onto one another during their years when they were virtues- but pure vanillas is by all sense, the only “natural” one.

Now with the ancients + Elder Faerie.

Dark Cacao has pure vanilla as romantic, dark choco, hollyberry, golden cheese and white lily is family. Hollyberry has Pure Vanilla and Pitaya as romantic, while royal berry, jungle berry, tiger lily, princess cookie, wildberry, dark cacao, white lily and golden cheese as family. Golden cheese has pure vanilla as romantic, while dark cacao and hollyberry are family and white lily as an enemy. White lily has pure vanilla as romantic, while red velvet, matcha, dark cacao, golden cheese and hollyberry as family, but she also has herself as enemy : )

Elder faerie has the beasts names as enemies, but pure vanilla and white lily as romantic. 

3)

Yep. And once they get out its kinda semi splintered. They kinda split up with mystic and shadow going for PV while the other three work to get beast yeast back under their control.

4)

And no white lily’s name doesn’t change, however red velvet and matcha do have her as dark enchantress cookie on their arms rather then white lily. : )

5)

Go right ahead! I am curious : P

6) 

Well, you can’t always choose who your soulmates are. Thats something Elder faerie understands. 

Doesn’t mean he’s gonna let it stop him from sealing the beasts away again.

[n3rdy247]

HEY GIRL YOU DEFINITELY DONT KNOW WHO THIS IS *WINK WINK WINK WINK* (I'm saying wink out loud everytime btw)

From stranger to stranger *wink* do you by any chance write samgladiator hcs??????? 😊😊😊

Perhaps x reader hcs??????? 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

THATD BE SO SILLY IF YOU DID YKNOW LIKE GIRL ITD BE CRAZYYYYYYYY YKNOW LIKE ITD BE SO INSANEEEEEEEE RIGHT???????????

EAEHRHHSUGHE DUDE RIGHTHTHTH IT WOULD BE SOOOOOO FUCKING WILD AND SUCH A SILLY THING TO DO 🤭🤭🤭

(PROBABLY WILL BE OOC THOUGH since i only watched a few episodes, so I'm really sorry if this doesn't really fit your headcanons anon WHO I TOTALLY DON'T KNOW *wink wink*)

(ANYWAY, these will be (mostly) based off the reboot since idk much and keep in mind that I only watched a few episodes, so I'm really sorry if these HCs seem really OOC)

YHS!SAM X READER HEADCANONS GO WEEEE!!!!

I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE

❥ Sooo, starting off the bat, since I'm not really writing yandere hcs, let's put all the batshit crimes he committed aside for this occasion..and focus on him being really silly. ❥ If you see him tripping near a trash can, dude, that's on YOU. I imagine he'd be jokingly bragging to someone how he is about to make a 'pro gamer move', then immediately fail a millisecond later before he could even try SHIT

❥ His love language? Well...uh....you could say it's kind of a mix. ❥ For example, gift giving? Absolutely. If you were to mention something specific that you wanted even once (or maybe even when you were talking to yourself while walking back home)? Expect that very thing to appear right outside your doorstep with a poorly drawn rabbit doodle sticked on top of it with a bunny sticker. ❥ Quality time? Definitely! He loves to see you wake up and THRIVE FOR ANOTHER DAY! You BET he stalks the shit out of you though. If you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched at school, on the road back home, and mayybe when you are about to sleep, then that's on HIM. (Sorry, I said I'm not really writing yandere hcs, not that I will never write any.) ❥ Physical touch? ... ❥ DO YOU TAKE HIM AS A MENTALLY WELL GUY? I DIDN'T THINK SO. ❥ You should know by now that he would SCREAM the second his hand accidentally brushes against yours (though we're not sure about the accident part WINK WINK)

❥ I also have a teeny tiny headcanon that he only lets YOU touch his rabbit ears. (and I MEAN ONLY YOU if others even TRIED they'd be thrown to the nearest dumpster) And when you do so? He MELTS. Like don't be surprised if you see him giggle like a freaking teenage girl is what I'm trying to say 🤭🤭🤭

❥ You also cannot tell me he wouldn't also try to impress you, one way or another. Whether it be trying to make you giggle and twirl your hair by saying the most APPALLING pickup lines of all time, or casually talking to you about your interests as if he was already a huge fan of em (bro actually stood up all night looking at every search result on google about that topic, BUT SHH)

❥ He would also tell you about his day BY EITHER LYING OR TWISTING HIS WORDS AROUND. COME ON NOW.

"Sooo..what weree you up to this weekend?" ❥ "Oh, me??? Well, I bought my friend a cat...and I did help a guy raise money for his cancer.." as he recalls what the FUCK happened in his life that went wrong

❥ Now. You know this man would never ever want to leave you alone (as if it wasn't obvious enough with the abandonment issues and the stalking, but I digress) so you definitely would need to reassure his ass. But once you do so? His droopy rabbit ears would slowly, but surely go right back up again. He can't help it though, you just seem to always make him feel better by existing.

either way, he is a little fucked up bastard someone please put him in a psychiatric hospital (or kiss him, that sounds like a better solution) *DROPS THE MIC AND IMMEDIATELY RUNS*

[kitsunesakii]

A convo between Sasha and Micheal

Enjoy; :)

She watched him quietly, it might have been weird, the way she stared, but she doubted he cared. He was a moving piece of taffy. Drawn out in a long blur as he shifted from one side of the room to the other. His one hand moved in a silent melody, long fingers grasping at nothing and everything, fragmenting into his leg then out like a cloud. His other hand was pulled up too his teeth, sharp, white and twisting over his nails, the colors seemed to blend together

He was a fever dream on legs.

His hair flowed like cotton candy behind him, swallowing his entire back and twisting much further than the confines of the room would seem to suggest. He was angry, and Sasha was trying to understand why. He was in her front room. She had made him a cup of coffee that was sitting, cooling, on her table.

"Micheal"

He snapped so quickly in her direction she was sure he flickered. She didn't even flinch.

He looked at her for a long moment before giggling and looking at the coffee. "You made me a drink?"

"Yes"

He giggled again, his teeth sharper than usual. Clue one that he was on edge. "Well that's quite stupid, don't you think?"

"What happened?" She wasn't trying to teeter over the subject, she knew it was already going to take longer than normal just to get a cohesive string of thought out of him.

"I dont know what you are talking about."

What a lovely start.

Sasha shook her head and tried to think. That alone seemed harder with him in the same space. The tv static that ebbed into her ears and fogged her brain. She was almost used to it. It was useless to ask questions without a solid base. What would get on Micheal's nerves?

Her first thought was Jon. Actually it seemed to always be Jon. But she knew Micheal long enough to know that while he found Jon irritating, it was rare it got him this angry, to where his form blended in with the background and spiraled in place. Maybe something he specifically said? Jon definitely had a tendency to shove his foot in his mouth but even he had some decency for self preservation.

"Micheal, what did Jon say?" His smile was a crinkled sneer as he moved again, tipping the coffee until the liquid should have spilled over and onto her carpet. But the cup was empty and didn't seem to register the physicality of Micheal's fingers.

"What makes you think I talked to the archivist?"

"Just Jon, Micheal."

"Hmmm, perhaps."

"What did he say to you?"

"He said" the word strung out on his tongue. "He didn't." His words died on a growl.

Sasha stared at the spiral pupils in his eyes. "Ok" That was something. She wasn't even the least bit scared of him. Overall she was sure he was being dramatic, but with the way his entire visage seemed to flicker like a candle, she wasn't so sure. "What didn't he say then?"

"The archivist asks questions yet he understands nothing. The ceaseless watcher has no right digging around corridors without meaning." His voice had layered over into a gargled static and screamed at the end that caused Sasha to flinch ever so slightly.

"Yeah he tends to do that, you don't tend to mind, what changed?"

Micheal hummed and moved back to pacing. "Change is a lie."

"Don't start with this."

"A concept that you cling to yourself as a delightful rotted illusion."

"Micheal."

"If we were to identify what change could be. The door in the snow, a rock eroded to nothing. A person distorted like an echo." Sasha caught the sadness in his eyes. "Change is like a coat of paint. Colorful but it's a mask."

"Just because something changes doesn't mean it completely disappears."

He lost it. "My dear, I am nothing like that feeble foolish child led to the slaughter by the likes of her. Micheal was a damned fool! He followed her into my maw and changed, became me. But I assure you as I assured your new archivist, I am nothing - he is a fraction of what I am, a distortion in the tapestry I create." His nails scraped the walls as he went about himself, his words folding over themselves and flaking out into nothing.

Sasha stood to her feet and walked towards the distortion. She held out her arm and waited. He eye'd her for a moment before resting his hand in her palm. It was heavier than it should have been, the fingers draping over the edges.

"Did I hit a nerve?" She asked carefully.

He laughed again, his head tipping to rest on his shoulder. "I don't have any nerves."

"Ah yes, I must have forgotten." She chuckled and used her other hand to trace patterns in the skin. "I'm sorry that you had to.. Remember... Things you'd rather not."

He leaned over her, his hair cascading over the both of them as he hummed slightly. "The archivist does not deserve to understand."

"Maybe." Sasha started slowly, her thumb brushing over his knuckles, even though the bone pressed in a way it shouldn't. "Maybe, but he's not her . Jon might be hard to work with but he isn't a killer."

"You defend him." Micheal sighed.

"I'm not defending him, I'm defending you."

He giggled again. Leaning down enough to rest the tip of his forehead against her own.

"You defend me?"

"I don't want your anger to be your end."

"I cannot end. I do not have a beginning. I am nothing and everything. The shadow that the corner of the hall projects."

"Ok Micheal. But maybe take a break from him."

Another giggle. "You are jealous."

"Thank you for not phrasing that as a question, makes it easier to not answer."

His laughter was softer and set into the atmosphere around them like thick honey. Glitter maybe. Something you cannot get out of the carpet easily.

But Sasha loved the taste of honey and the glimmer of glitter.

[wjhik]

Buzzkill (Trent Alexander-Arnold)

A/N: Warnings: unnecessarily angry Y/N (ur a bitch) Y/N's POV:

It was media day. I was dreading this day. The boys, however, loved it. They loved spending time with each other, but the blood, sweat, and tears they had to put into training everyday made it slightly miserable for them. Media day was a day for them to spend time together. They get to goof off together all day. The only work they would be doing for the entirety of the day would be posing for pictures.

On the other hand, for me, media day was a nightmare. As the media manager of Liverpool FC, this day was MY day. Everything I say goes. With that comes a lot of work. From approving outfits to keeping the boys from flipping off the camera, out of my 9 months in total of working a year(idk if that is normal i dont work), media days are most important. Trent insists on torturing me on this day alone. He is normally a very calm being, but on this day, he's the devil in disguise.

I'm sitting at my table that is set up right behind the set where Cody and Virgil are posing for their photos. I ignore the lights flashing in my peripheral vision and continue flicking through the hundreds of photos, trying to narrow it down to the best 10. "Y/N, I just wanted to run these by you." Maggie comes up to me with her camera and scrolls through countless photos. "You have to up the exposure. They're too dark. " I reply to her. She goes back to Virgil and Cody and tells them they're done for the day. They walk off set and back into the gaming room with the rest of the boys. I stand up to get the next group of guys.

I walk into the gaming room. All I can hear is curses and screaming. A very intense game of fifa is going on along with a game of chess. "Trent, your turn. Come on." I say looking up from my clipboard and around the room, looking for the man I'm talking to. He looks up from his chess game and locks eyes with me. Hearts floating in his eyes, he says, "Hmm? What did you say?" "Get up, Trent. I don't have time." I say, bitterly. He stands up, noticing my frustrated state, and starts walking with me towards the set. "What's got you in a twist?" He asks me, his hand moving up my back to comfort me. "Nothing. Hey, stop it!" I snap at him, typing away on my phone. I don't hear a cheeky remark, so I decide to look up at Trent. He's looking at me with puppy eyes, genuinely hurt. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm just really stressed out. I'm loosing my mind here, Trent." I sigh. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. You didn't deserve that." He stays quiet, but the way his eyes soften tells me he forgives me.

I'm back to my computer and Trent is laughing away, taking photos with the boss. "Is everyone done?" Trent asks Maggie. "Yeah, we're all done." Maggie replies. "Can we mess around a bit?" Trent asks me for my approval. "Yeah, whatever. But, Maggie, give me the SD card." I say, shooing Trent away. Maggie gives me the SD card and I put it into my computer, finally having most of the photos. The only ones we need now are the group photos, then this nightmare of a day will be over.

"Baby, get in here!" Trent yells across the room to me. Him, Jurgen, and Virgil are giggling like school girls, taking silly photos. Trent knows I don't like it when he calls me that at work. I get enough shit for being appointed as manager straight out of college and coincidentally being Trent Alexander-Arnold's girlfriend. I don't need to be accused of being unprofessional now, too.

I can feel my ears steaming and my face turning red. I simply ignore him to try to keep calm. I already snapped at him for being concerned about me, I don't need to do it again. "Y/N!! C'mon!!" Trent yells. "Don't be a buzzkill!" One of the boys says. Those words ring through my ears. Me? A buzzkill? I could've been out of here, editing the photos in peace. Having a nice cup of tea and cuddling with my boyfriend. Not with Mr. Trent Alexander-Arnold, legendary Liverpool player that doesn't have time to spend his breaks with his girlfriend. I could be at home with Trentski. The one that needs comfort and cuddles onto me like a koala, not the one that won't bat an eyelid at me because his friends are around.

But, no. I'm here. Because I let these boys mess around and have some fun. But, I'm a buzzkill? I stand up from my seat and the chair nearly flips backward. The giggles and chatter instantly stop. "All of you. Back in the room, now." Pointing at the boys, leaving Jurgen out. (jurgen disrespect will not be tolerated here) "Y/N, listen. We were just messing aroun-" Trent tries to keep me from blowing up. He can sense how angry I am. "Now." I interrupt him, coldly. "But baby I-" "GO." I raise my voice, slightly. Not enough to be considered a scream, but enough to convey my anger. The boys walk back into the game room with their heads down. Jurgen comes up to me and puts his hand on my shoulder. I look up at him and he gives me a "It'll all be okay" look. I nod at him and smile.

I step outside of set to give myself a breather, as well as the crew a little time to rest before taking group photos with all the boys. Was I too hard on them? Maybe I shouldn't have gotten mad at them. All these thoughts are running through my head as I think back on Trent expressions when I yelled at them.

Trent's POV:

"You alright?" Virgil comes up to me and places a hand on my shoulder. "Yeah. I'm okay. I just feel bad. I know how stressed Y/N's been and I didn't mean to insult her." I sigh and have my head down. She's my girl, and I hurt her. Virgil tries to comfort me by telling me that she was in the wrong. In reality, I'm not trying to be right, I just want her to be happy. "Go get changed. You'll feel better." Hendo suggests. I take his advice and stand up. I'm thinking of all the way I can cheer her up. Maybe take her out for ice cream? She loves that.

Y/N's POV:

I had my breather and I feel much better now. I'm going to apologize to Trent and the boys after the shoot. Lets just get this done. I walk back onto set and head to my desk. I grab the SD card and walk over to Maggie, where she's enjoying her sandwich. "Maggie, once you're done eating get all the boys for me, yeah?" I say to her. She immediately finishes her last bite and dusts off her hands on her trousers. She brings her hand up to her mouth to cover it and says, "What for?" I then say, "For the group photos, remember?" She looks like she saw a ghost. "Oh! Yes, of course! I'll do that now!" She scurries away. Okay, that was weird.

A decent amount of time passes and no Maggie or boys are to be found. I decide to check in on them myself. I walk over to the game room and see Maggie standing outside it, staring at the door, looking frightened. "Maggie? Are you alright? Where are the boys?" I ask her, placing my hand on her back, trying to comfort her. "I think you should take a look for yourself." She says after noticing I'm not mad. She walks away. I place my hand on the door and open it. My eyes instantly fill with anger. The sight was disgusting for someone who spent hours trying to get these men ready. Most of them were half naked, the new kits they were modelling spread around the place. The one thing they had to do was be ready. "Hey, Y/N." Trent says with a smile. "What the fuck???" I question in pure confusion and anger. The team was taken back by my use of language, always insisting on staying professional. "Maggie said we were done for the day." Trent says, looking at my angry expression. "I cannot do this right now." I say throwing my hands up in defeat. I rush to set, take my laptop, SD card, and car keys and rush out the door in a fit of tears.

I'm trying to wipe away my tears with my sleeve, when I realize I forgot my jacket inside. At first, I think "Fuck it, I'll come back for it tomorrow", but then I realize what jacket it is. I wore Trent's academy hoodie, far too small for him now. "Fuck." I think to myself. I pivot myself on my heels 180 degrees and walk back into the training center. I hurriedly stomp towards where I was sitting, trying to avoid anyone and everyone. I search around my table, unable to find it. "Looking for your jacket?" I turn around to see a very apologetic looking Trent with my jacket in his hand. "Here." He hands it to me. "Thank you." I say, looking down as I walk away from him. If I look at him right now, I will break his face. He grabs ahold of my arm and brings me into a hug. I need it right now, so I don't resist. I pull away from him and he's holding my face. "I'll see you at home." I say, leaving him behind, but letting him know we're okay.

Trent's POV:

"Why was she mad?" "What happened" "Is she okay?" All these questions made me realize something. "Guys...Group photos." I say, mentally facepalming. A series of "ooohhh"s and "oh yeah"s followed that realization. "We have to do this." I say to them. They all moan and groan about not wanting to and being too lazy, however make it work.

"Maggie, we have to do these photos for Y/N." I say to her in a panic. "I would, if I could Trent, but she took the SD card." She says, defeatedly. I know she's been working so hard today as well. "Here, use this. Everyone in positions!!" I shove my phone at her and turn back to the boys who are in their designated spots, like Y/N showed us a while back. Maggie giggles at me slightly, but takes the photos. She does the best she can with the phone. "Alright, now a heart." I say to the boys after taking the serious photos. I think this will make Y/N feel loved by us.

After the photos are taken, I get changed again and head home. I stop by a flower shop and buy her a bouquet of her favorite flowers. I get her some snacks and sweets on the way home as well. I finally get home and open the front door. There she is, on the couch, looking so exhausted. "Hey, baby." She looks up at me, tucked in her blanket. "Hey." She says, so tiredly. I know she's mad at me. She just doesn't have the energy to fight me right now.

Y/N's POV:

I'm so sleepy. Trent got me flowers. "I'm sorry for getting so mad and frustrated today." I say, opening up my banket cocoon for him to join me on our abnormally wide couch. "I know how hard you were working. I'm so sorry it didn't go smoothly baby." He's so sweet. He got yelled at all day, and now he's apologizing to me. "If it makes you feel any better, I managed to get the group photos taken. They were taken on my phone, so they're not amazing, but it's what we got. Wanna see?" He did that for me? "Baby, I love you so much. Thank you. I could care less about how they look right now. I'm just glad it got taken." I say, dozing off into his chest. "C'mon, Y/N/N. Let's get you to bed." Is the last thing I heard. The perfect ending to the not so perfect day.

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https://twitter.com/Jimin95themoon1/status/1621616058418200576?s=20&t=xAoITSGIwQJbSL8ykSMtjw

don't you think this whole thing is takem out of context ? I was so happy when I saw the moment but it seems like it's nothing when watching the whole thing's translation. JK didn't even knew Jimin's group chat name, because he THOUGHT it was Yoongi who told him not to drink on live but turned out it was JM. Jimin himself admitted it, that it was HIM who told JK not to drink on live. Why would he not know his supposed bf's name in their group Chat ? And why would suga says not to do drunk vlive when he is doing a drinking show? It's usually Jimin who says not to do drunk vlives. And the way he told 'bam 😭😭😭😭' like it's been ages since he saw them. Someone told it looks like JK also didn't saw JM for ages now from the way he wished him good health.

Also his face lit up when he saw an artist's comment which is highlighted. It was after he scrolled down he found it was Jimin and he greeted him. I dont think this moment is anything special other than JM suddenly being intrested in him and spamming non stop after yesterday shitstorm tkk brought to Jimin's part of the Fandom.

Sigh.

Jimin: aww cute puppy 😭😭

like anyone who sees a dog acting cute/existing. Even with our own dogs. He literally just said Bam and crying emojis.

This translates to him not seeing Bam in a long time, how? And define long time? Because you send me a photo of my dog and/or my kids or even my husband after I've been away from them for half a day and I'm like "wahhhh I love you guys. So cute."

Also Jimin: lmao don't do a live if you are drinking!!

This translates to him being the one who messaged the GC about JK doing drinking lives? When it's been a company "rule" about no drinking on vlive since forever even if they all break it sometimes? Again, how? JK didn't recongize/remember the nickname on the GC right away and thinks it's probably Yoongi hyung. Just because Jimin later popped up, saw him drinking and jokingly scolded him the same way doesn't necessarily mean it was him doing the group chat scolding.

You exposed yourself for being on the anti side of Twitter with your ending comments of how he "wished him good health" like he hasn't seen him in forever. Jikook literally flirt (and you can take this word in a romantic or platonic way, whichever floats your boat, it works both ways) with each other by speaking overly formally. Did you miss all the drops in honorifics and casual conversation that happened in between all that? JK telling Jimin to stay in good health is the equivalent of me telling my partner to be safe and vice versa when we go out places.

JK was happy to see a member comment and was happy to see it was Jimin and then spent the whole live asking and wanting Jimin to still be there. Leave him the fuck alone and let him (and us) be happy over his happiness.

Jimin didn't admit shit to anything you are claiming. Stop twisting his words. Grow up and read real translations. Or if you DID read real translations. Work on your reading comprehension skills. I have some websites we use to practice with my kids at home I can recommend if you want.

Won't be answering bullshit like this again. You got me once with my general desire to debate and correct idiocy! *shakes fist* you won't get me again!