#it will never fail to make me happy hearing an artist that mainly sings in english decides to insert their native language

[sinha-ri]

Songs when they're mainly sung in english but right in the middle they hit you with their native language and it fucks so hard

[brights-place]

Dating The Sano Family Members

Pairings: Sano Manjiro, Shinchiro Sano, Emma Sano, and Izana Kurokawa A/n: Sorry for being gone for awhile school started back up again!

Shinchiro

- When he introduced you to his siblings they look at you and walk away to a different room while you hear them scream out loud mainly hearing Emma shout “FUCKING FINALLYYY”

- You Go on Small p dates or sometimes hang around his shop

- He love show you look out for him

- When he see’s other people staring at you he holds you close and flips them off while you stare at your phone.

- he sometimes worries if you will leave him for another man like Wakasa. You and Wakasa just stare at him and continue your game of Uno “Uno Reverse” You say smirking while Wakasa throws his cards at you pissed off.

- He loves cuddling.

- he dosen’t smoke around you cause you say it reeks and have tried to make him stop every time you catch him he gets a smack in the face and a scolding.

- Takes you out on bike rides morning or night anytime any day cause he enjoys it

- tried to cook for you once but failed

- asks Emma for tips on how to make you feel better when your angry or sad also asks Emma to help plan stuff for you.

- Loves taking photos with the both of you together and flexes on Wakasa, Benkei and Takeomi while the comment.

- Wakasa,Takeomi and Benkei like to tell you about their past but mainly about shinchiro and how he couldn’t pull any girls when they where younger.

- They showed you a photo of his hair being held up when they where teens and you commented “No wonder he couldn’t pull anybody he wouldn’t even get to pull me with that hairstyle”

-Shinchiro stared at you clutching his chest being dramatic “how dare YOU!” You stared at him with a deadpanned expression “I dare”

- When shinchiro is mad you kiss his cheek which makes him get all flustered and hide his face.

- Grandpa Sano gives you a thumbs up and always says you wear the pants in the relationship.

- He sulked

- When Shinchiro died you cried till there where no more tears. nobody could look at you after seeing you in pain.

Izana

- He Likes to show you off

- He dosen’t Talk much in conversations but He listens. When you think he isn’t he would bring up something you said awhile ago to get your mood up.

- Struggles with saying “I love you” so he pecks your cheek or says “You too”

- When he plays guitar he hides it from you and when you ask him to play he denies that he plays it.

- You hide behind a wall and listen to him play sometimes you can hear him singing the lyrics.

- Night walks and late night drives

- He would never responds to texts cause he’s to busy

- sometimes he does answer but that’s rarely. Though he likes to bring back the topics in conversations.

- You have to sneak up to hug him or wait to see if he will hug you.

- Buys you lots of gifts

- when you get the gift you want to cry cause it was so cute when you saw him choosing it out when you went out with friends.

- When your Happy about something he dosen’t show it but he has to hold himself back from smothering you with kisses.

- The First time you tried to cuddle him he kept pushing you away. Though he gave up after awhile and would groan before forcing you to be little spoon.

- When he’s bored he does little drawings in your back for example he would drag his finger imagining himself making little drawings.

- When you do something romantic or kiss him in the cheek he tries so hard not to blush.

- He opens up about himself after awhile you cried so hard.

- takes you to the orphanage he grew up in and plays with the kids.

- Dominant Nobody can change my mind

- When someone stares at you he would stare them down. If anybody looks down upon you or even DISRESPECT you this man will be on death row.

- Watches you dance around when listening to your favourite artists.

- You tried to slow dance with him he was confused before he slowly understood.

- Dosen’t even want to remember his past life ever again once he met you.

- hold you close to his heart.

- Takes You on Dates whenever you ask or when he feels like he wants to.

- Like’s it when you scold him and his gang members when they aren’t careful he finds it cute

- He would protect your younger siblings with his LIFE

- Love Language is Acts of service

- Every little thing he does to try show you affection you crumble to the floor and clutch your heart cause it was so sweet and you know how difficult it was for him to show affection.

- Observes and listens to everything you have to say and notices every little thing you do

- When your sad he sits beside you and strokes your hair humming before cuddling you

- Very sensitive to comments about his appearance. When you told him once that his hair looked a-bit off one time he kept on checking it out the whole day before you asked him about it. He didn’t say anything but looked away saying that you were lying.

- Forgets any special day so he asks Kakucho to remind him.

- He once forgot and he was about to see Shinchiro I SWEAR that man never wants to piss you off ever again for forgetting your anniversary.

- dosen’t hesitate to hide his displeasure about something like when you introduced your friend who was getting touchy with you or the food that you guys went to get that smelt funky.

- hands on your waist and head on your shoulder when he’s tired and needs something to hold.

- when Izana died you climbed onto his grave and you where the only one that went to the funeral due to the others going to jail. Kakucho couldn’t face you at all.

Mikey/Manjiro

- Shows you off to everyone even strangers on the streets “HAVE YOU SEEN MY LOVER LOOK AT THEM THATS FUCKING MINE!”

- clings onto you forever

- Loves when you wear his clothes cause it’s too big/tight

- He loves talking a lot and you smile a lot cause how cute he looks.

- you and Draken both carry flags and complain about mikey sometimes when he’s unreasonable

- Loves animals but mainly dogs and coo’s at them

- Gets whiny when you don’t show affection to him or are doing something busy.

- amazing with kids/babies the most grumpy ones have a smile because of him.

- Smothering home it’s kisses and hugs.

- Likes when you take the lead he finds it “Hot”

- He asks Emma to help him get gifts. last year he gave you something you hated so much as an anniversary gift he was about to see original timeline Hina.

- He is usually chill but when stressed out he screams

- in the situation when pah-chin got arrested he yelled at you when you tried to explain draken’s side.

- later he apologised but you stared him down and made him sit at the corner without any hugs for 5 minutes he was complaining.

- Eats anything you make cause he finds it delicious

- Motorbike rides, walks or going out to cafe’s and diners for dates

- When he loses a video game he starts complaining and flops onto your lap

- Forces you to have mid-day naps with him whenever.

- He holds your hand wherever you go and kisses your hand.

- Messy person and you have to take care after him

- Emma likes to show you embarrassing photos of when he was younger

- Mikey appears out of nowhere in your house and waves at you.

- You where so confused but you accepted him appearing out of nowhere.

- Mikey killed You by his own hands he didn’t show any emotion but kept quiet seeing you bleed out in his arms he kissed your soft lips and carried your corpse to your silk bedsheets going to deal with you later.

Emma

- She hides the fact that you two are dating

- When Mikey and Shinchiro Found out their jaws where on the floor. Izana raised an eyebrow at them confused “She is bisexual nobody knew? She was radiating off Bi vibes”

- She loves to cook for you

- both of you shop together and have so much fun. She likes to pick outfits for you and you pick some out for her.

- You have cute Dates anywhere

- you flex on draken who gives you a deadpanned look

- She’s really affectionate and you love it so much.

- You both like to dance together when listening to Any of your favourite artists.

- when she asks If it’s to revealing you kiss her cheek “Wear whatever you want I can fight anybody” She blushed

- easily flustered and you find it adorable

- she takes lots of photos of you two and you don’t mind at all.

- daily calls and meetups

- she likes to embarrass her siblings and you laugh every-time seeing the others get annoyed by their baby sister

- you listen to her gossip and rants

- when she needs comfort your their in a flash

- You guys go on morning walks together and have fun

- when an old man stared at Emma and tried to touch her ass she didn’t know and you stood in-front of her and shouted “PEDOPHILE” everyone on the train noticed this and gave the man dirty looks.

- You guys have romantic moments and mikey or Shinchiro or both of them Ruin the special moments.

- You love to show her everything you like and she loves to show hers

- When she died you cried crumbling to the floor when Draken told you

[ppangjae]

PLANET GIRL | part 1

SUMMARY. When Jaehyun turned twenty-one, he started to hear his soulmate’s voice singing an unfamiliar song in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Now what?

GENRE. soulmate!au | cinderella!au | cupid!reader | college!au | fluff | angst

WORD COUNT. 6k+ words

author’s note. after much consideration, i decided to post this fic in three parts so that it’s not as hectic! you know me, i love adding ✨drama ✨ now, before you come at me for posting this and not a made to fall in love update, this first part of this fic has been done since mid-september. i’d rather release it than let it collect dust in my drafts. so yes, here she is. happy reading!

taglist: @billiondollarworth @cafemochi @stae-yong @chanyeolscoon @ggaayyyong @soothingjae @taestannie @plump-peach @oshmendes @lanadreamie​ @justineasian​ @jjpmoans​ @beryllium-io​ @jaeismytamtation​ @noonapabo127 @hanniesbubble​ 

PART ONE. cupid | PART TWO. jupiter | 2.5 intermission | PART THREE. PLANET GIRL

“Mark, get your ass over here before I do it myself!”

“Holy shit, what’s the rush?”

“Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day.”

“And what about it?”

It’s that time of the year again; Valentine’s Day. It’s the day where people fall in love or get their hearts broken. But to you, it’s the day where you’re designated to a new target. To put it simply, you’re Cupid. You are part of a family of Cupid’s. However, you hate being called Cupid, you moreso see yourself as a matchmaker. 

Every Valentine’s Day, you’re designated to a new target. As a matchmaker, it is your responsibility to make your target fall in love within one year. If you fail to complete your mission, you will be stripped of your abilities of matchmaking. 

Last year, your target was Johnny. Johnny was an easy target to work with, for he fell in love with the local cafe barista within three months. The two of them are happily dating now and it’s almost as if they’re still in their honeymoon phase. 

Two years ago, your target was your roommate Mark. It took a while for him to fall in love. He was quite difficult to work with because he was so focused on his studies that he barely batted an eyelash at a human of the opposite sex. But you still managed to do it and all it took was to introduce him to Mina, the studious chemistry student who’s been crushing on him since freshman year. 

But this year, you’re not quite sure who to expect. 

“Are you getting your new assignment tomorrow?” Mark finally enters your room after what seems like forever, falling against your bed. He lands and lets out a soft ‘oof!’. You turn away from your desktop to face him. 

“Of course,” you reply with a quirk of an eyebrow. “What kind of question is that? Tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day, the day of love and the day of heartbreak.”

“Are you excited?”

“Not the slightest bit.” You let out a tiring sigh.

“Why not?” He frowns.

“Because I have to stress over someone else’s love life for another damn year.” You shrug your shoulders as you explain. “I already have other things to stress out over.”

“You’re always granted a year per love assignment. A year is enough to make someone fall in love, right?”

You laugh. “A year per love assignment? I wish a year was enough. A year goes by with a blink of an eye. Before you know it, it’s Valentine’s Day again.”

“You’re being too hard on yourself. Why don’t you just skip out on the matchmaking just for this year?” He suggests and you shake your head.

“I can’t.” You purse your lips into a tight line. 

He lets out a snort. “I’m sure it’s possible—”

“It’s impossible.”

There are many great things about being a Cupid; you help people fall in love with each other and the outcome is always beautiful. But there are also many downfalls about being a Cupid, one of them being cursed to never fall in love. You’ve always craved the feeling of being loved by someone. As much as you hate to admit it, you’re needy for love. But the closest you’ll ever feel to being in love is witnessing the love being shared by two people, specifically between your love assignment and their soulmate.

You wonder how it feels to have someone care for you. You wonder how it feels to be sought after. You wonder how it feels to hug someone and hold their hand. But you guess you’ll never know because you’ll never experience it.

“God, I want to throw up.”

Johnny lets out a snort as the both of you pass by the seasonal section of the department store. There’s a plethora of Valentine’s Day chocolates on the shelves, along with teddy bears and heart plushies. Seeing the bright, flashing red on the days leading up to Valentine’s Day is surely a sore to the eye. 

“I know, it makes me want to poke my eyes out.” Johnny sighs.

“And what are we here for again?” You ask Johnny as you follow him to the baked goods section of the department store. Your question seems to be answered when you find yourselves standing in front of a shelf filled with ready-made birthday cakes. You quirk an eyebrow. “Who’s birthday is it? It’s definitely not Mark’s birthday, don’t even try to trick me.”

“It’s Jaehyun’s birthday tomorrow, I figured it would be sweet of me to get him a birthday cake.” He shrugs his shoulders as he points between two cakes on the shelves. “This one or this one?”

You point at the plain birthday cake on the left. “This one. You know what would be really funny? If you printed his face on the cake.”

Johnny looks at you and squints his eyes. “You're a genius.”

You have no idea who Jaehyun is. You don’t even know what he looks like. You’ve only heard of him through Johnny. The both of them host the university’s famous evening radio show, Night Night with JohnJae. You’re a listener of their show, mainly because you are supportive of your best friend Johnny. You’re sure Jaehyun is a great guy, especially since Johnny and Jaehyun share good chemistry with each other. You’ll probably get along with him well if you met him. But that encounter has yet to happen. 

As Johnny hands the cake over to the bakery chef to print Jaehyun’s face on it, he turns towards you. “And now we wait.”

“What time do you have to be at the studio?” You question.

He looks down at his watch. “I’ll make it on time. By the way, Mark has been making great song requests by this SoundCloud artist. From what he tells me, the artist is a student from our university.”

You quirk an eyebrow, gulping nervously. “Who’s this SoundCloud artist?”

“Planet Girl.” Johnny pulls out his phone and opens up the music app before handing it over for you to see. You stare at the artist’s profile. “Do you know her?”

You shake your head in reply. “Unfortunately, I don’t.”

“Damn,” Johnny lets out a sigh. “I was hoping you did. Jaehyun and I want her to be a guest on the show, it could probably help her get more attention in the industry.”

“Sorry to disappoint,” you purse your lips into a tight line. “I only know so many people in my program. I have a very small, closely knitted group of friends. They are the only people I’ve known since I stepped on campus in freshman year.”

“I was hoping you’ve heard of her, at least.” He chuckles. “But damn, her music is so good. I can’t wait until her mixtape drops. I’m sure it’ll be such a banger.”

“I should probably check her out.” 

“You should!” Johnny exclaims. “I wonder who she is.”

You fiddle with your fingers. You stare at Johnny who’s scrolling through the SoundCloud artist’s profile, adding a couple of the artist’s songs to his playlists. You blink and with a slight tilt of your head, you clear your throat. “Yeah, me too—”

“I have an order for Johnny!”

11:51 pm.

“Right before we sign off for the night, do you have anything to say to our listeners?”

Johnny has a shit-eating grin spread across his lips. He comes back into the studio with a birthday cake. It’s not just your typical birthday cake. It’s a birthday cake with Jaehyun’s face on it and it’s blown out in an odd proportion. The candles aren’t birthday candles either, in fact, they’re heart-shaped candles, perfect for Valentine’s Day. Jaehyun lets out a sigh. What is he going to do with Johnny?

“I just wanted to greet our handsome radio host slash Valentine boy, Jaehyun, a happy birthday! We have—” Johnny glances down at his wristwatch before continuing. “—nine more minutes before it’s officially Jaehyun’s birthday and Valentine’s Day. And what’s better than celebrating it with a birthday cake?”

“Is that my face?” 

“Who else would it be, doofus?” Johnny scoffs, pulling out a lighter to light the candles. Jaehyun lets out a snort as Johnny starts to sing him a happy birthday. After the happy birthday song, Johnny frowns and sends him a death glare. “Why aren’t you getting emotional? I did all of this to get that reaction?”

Jaehyun gives him a look. “And so as we sign off for the night, I just wanted to thank Johnny for his efforts in kicking off my birthday on a high note. I also want to greet everyone with a Happy Valentine’s Day. Whether you are happily dating someone or admiring someone from afar, just know that you are all in our hearts.”

“Stop being greasy.” Johnny winces. “Anyways, we’re going to sign off for the night with a song request from Mark Lee! Goodnight and see you tomorrow, here is Loose by Daniel Caesar.”

They turn their microphones off and Johnny pushes the birthday cake towards him. “Quick! Make a wish before the candles go out.”

Jaehyun clasps his hands together and makes a wish. With a satisfied grin, his eyes flutter open and he blows out the candles. Johnny’s taking a video of him blowing out the candles before dipping his finger into the icing. Jaehyun gives him a warning look but it’s too late because Johnny smears the icing on his cheek.

“You little shit—” 

“It’s midnight! Happy birthday, Jaehyun!”

12:01 am. 

It all happens quickly. Johnny’s dipping his fingers into the icing to smear more of it on Jaehyun’s cheeks. Jaehyun hears a slight ringing in his ears and his eyebrows knit together. Johnny doesn’t seem to notice how uncomfortable Jaehyun feels until he’s about to smear his cheeks with icing. 

“Jaehyun, are you alright?” Johnny asks him with a concerned look.

The ringing in his ears halts to a stop. He remembers this. He remembers his father telling him that he experienced a distinct ringing in his ears before he started to hear his mother’s voice humming in his head. Jaehyun blinks. The ringing in his ears causes him to see different specks of colours, red, blue, and even green. He feels like his head is spinning. He feels like he’s going to pass out. But it only happens for a brief moment.

Suddenly, he hears a soft voice humming a melody in his head. In an instant, the soft humming in his head stops him from seeing colours and he no longer feels faint. He’s too absorbed in his thoughts to snap back to reality. Johnny is waving his hand in his face to pull him out of his trance. Jaehyun sucks in a deep breath, almost like he’s gasping for air. The soft humming in his head slowly turns into a voice that’s singing an unfamiliar song. He’s never heard this song before.

Johnny sighs with relief when Jaehyun snaps out of his deep trance. Jaehyun looks at Johnny with slightly widened eyes. 

“Johnny, I think we have a problem.”

Johnny snorts. “What are you talking about? You’re probably just tired. We should head back to the dorms before you knock out cold in the studio again.”

Jaehyun runs his fingers through his hair. “R-Right. We should probably go.”

Johnny rests his hand on his shoulder. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s—everything’s alright.” Jaehyun stutters.

No, nothing’s alright. Nothing’s okay. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out to see a new text notification from his girlfriend. 

ara (12:03 am): happy birthday my love! and happy valentine’s day! i love you 3000.

Jaehyun just turned twenty-one. Not only that, but he just started to hear his soulmate’s voice in his head. He should be happy, right? Wrong. There are two things wrong with this:

He’s taken. He’s off the market. He’s in a 3-year relationship and,

The voice singing in his head is not his girlfriend’s voice.

Well, shit. Now what?

It’s the day you dread with your entire existence; Valentine’s Day. The campus couples flock to the local cafes and parks, the dormitories and even the campus football field. It truly makes you want to throw up. If you could take a shot of vodka for every time you’ve witnessed a couple kissing or giving each other their Valentine’s Day chocolates, you’d be shitfaced drunk by now. 

The only person keeping you sane is Mark. But even with Mark’s presence, he’s too absorbed by the presence of his own girlfriend, Mina. You guess this will do. It’s not like you really have a choice.

Today, you’re going to get your new love assignment. You’re not sure who to expect. Every year, it’s become less surprising and more disappointing. You guess it has to do with your aching desire for love, but you’re not going to dive deep into that. 

You’ll know who your love assignment is when you meet their eyes. When you meet your love assignment’s eyes, you won’t see yourself reflected through their eyes, but their soulmate, their partner you’re supposed to link them to. The moment you witness it, your year to make them fall in love begins. 

Be careful though, time is ticking.

“Can you guys stop talking to each other in baby voices?” You snap at the couple sitting next to you on the picnic blanket. 

The couple had decided to bring you along on their picnic date, just because they figured that you needed to ‘spice’ your life up a bit. You feel like a huge burden to them because whenever you’re with them, all you do is complain about all the things they do as a couple. Could you really blame yourself at this point? 

“Y/N, if only you had a boyfriend, you would know how it feels.” Mina sticks her tongue out at you and you feel your eye twitch. 

Mark lets out a nervous laugh. “Y/N is an independent woman who doesn’t need a man—”

“Yeah, your boyfriend’s right.” You cut him off, looking at Mina dead straight in the eyes. “Got a problem with that?”

“Stop giving me attitude—”

“And stop acting like I didn’t help you and Mark get together.” You snap.

She smiles and laughs sheepishly. As she gets up onto her two feet, she dusts off her straight-cut jeans before pointing towards the local cafe. “Do you guys want anything? My treat.”

“I’ll have the usual,” Mark replies. “Take my card—”

“Babe, no—”

“I’m not letting you pay for our drinks again—”

You let out a scowl, placing some cash into Mina’s hand. “Here. I’ll pay. I’m this close to ripping my hair off my scalp and it’s because of you two.”

“Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?” Mina frowns. “You’ve been petty all day.”

“Get me a double shot on ice,” you mutter. “No sugar or cream. Got it?”

“You’re just like how you like your coffee,” Mina folds her arms. “Bitter.”

As Mina is walking away from you and Mark, you fall back against the picnic blanket. The clouds come by in funny shapes today. You spot a tiny, heart-shaped cloud floating past in the blue skies. You snort, love seems to be everywhere today, even in the skies. Your eyes flutter shut. You’re so close to dozing off into a quick nap until you hear a loud yell from a couple of metres away. It’s too late for you to open your eyes and see who’s yelling because the moment you do, there’s a soccer ball flying in the air. The size of the soccer ball grows when you start to realize that it’s literally going to land right on your face—

“Nice save, dude.” Mark says as he looks at you with amusement. Just in time and with your fast instincts, you managed to cover your face with the palms of your hands to catch the ball. 

Mark’s pulling you up into a seated position. As you sit up, you see someone approaching you from the corner of your eye. 

“I’m so sorry about that!” A soft voice exclaims and you turn to your right. You look up at a woman around your age. She has long black hair and a soft face. She looks warmhearted. Her vibe radiates happiness and happy-go-lucky, welcoming and sociable. Everything you’re not. She’s sporting a soccer jersey and a pair of athletic joggers. “Are you alright? I hope you didn’t get hurt or anything.”

You wave it off. “I’m A-okay. There’s nothing to worry about. Here’s your soccer ball.”

She slightly bends down to retrieve her ball. Her long black hair blocks your eyesight for a brief moment until the wind blows it away. Your eyes meet hers and a soft gasp threatens to escape your lips. 

You’ll know who your love assignment is when you meet their eyes. Her eyes are a nice warm brown, shining underneath the sunlight. You swear you could see stars in her eyes. No, scratch that, you can see galaxies and stars in her eyes.

When you meet your love assignment’s eyes, you won’t see yourself reflected through their eyes, but their soulmate. And indeed, you look at her with slight surprise and shock when you don’t see your own reflection through her eyes. Instead, you see what seems to be a soccer player. The more you look into her eyes, the more information you obtain about her soulmate. He slowly turns around and it reveals his name on the back of his soccer jersey—

“Yuta?” You whisper.

The woman’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. She takes her ball and straightens up her posture. “Thanks again. What’s your name? I feel like I’ve seen you before.”

You snap out of it. “Y/N! My name’s Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

She smiles and her eyes form into beautiful crescents. “Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Ara. I should probably get going before I run late for lecture. See you around?”

You nod your head vigorously. “Yeah, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you too, take care.”

You find yourself staring at her as she walks away. Mark looks at you as you seem to fall into a deep trance. He follows your gaze that falls on Ara. “Hey, is everything alright?”

You tear your gaze away from her to look at Mark. “What’s her name again?”

Mark looks at you with a funny smile. “You forgot her name already? Her name’s Ara.”

“Mark,” you gulp nervously. “She’s my love assignment for this year.”

Mark’s face pales. His funny smile vanishes from his face. He looks like he’s seen a ghost. You can’t seem to comprehend the expression on his face but you know that something’s not good. There’s an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach as Mark’s mouth hangs open.

“You’re joking, right?” Mark frowns. “How could Ara be your love assignment? That’s—That’s impossible, I—”

You shake your head. “I’m not joking. I didn’t see myself reflected through her eyes, I saw Yuta—”

“You saw Jaehyun.” Mark cuts you off. “Right? Jaehyun. You saw Jaehyun, right?”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Why would I see Jaehyun? I didn’t see Jaehyun. I saw Yuta, the university’s soccer team player. He was wearing a jersey and he turned around. I saw his name printed on his jersey. Nakamoto Yuta—”

“Please tell me you’re kidding.” Mark winces.

“I’m not kidding!” You exclaim in a panicked voice. “Why would I be kidding?”

Mark palms his forehead and lets out a laugh of disbelief. He shakes his head. You stare at him questioningly. What’s happening? What’s going on? 

“Mark, you’re confusing me.” You say with worry etched on your face. “I am telling you the truth. I saw Nakamoto Yuta reflected in her eyes—”

“Ara is Jaehyun’s girlfriend. They’ve been dating for three years. Now you’re telling me that Ara’s your love assignment and you don’t see Jaehyun reflected in her eyes… but Yuta?”

“Holy shit.”

“I’m back with our drinks! Wait, what’s wrong? Why are you guys looking at each other like that?”

The image of Yuta’s reflection in Ara’s eyes never seems to leave your mind. In fact, it has been the only thing haunting you ever since. The revelation leaves you in nothing but a spiralling mess. You are required to make Ara fall in love with her soulmate, who so happens to be Yuta. But at the same exact time, to complete your mission, you must do something to end Ara’s relationship with Jaehyun.

You wish it was a joke.

It all comes down to whether you have the heart to lead Ara to her destined soulmate and end her relationship with Jaehyun or leave things for her to figure out but lose your matchmaking abilities as a Cupid.

The sticky situation makes you want to pull your hair off your scalp. It makes you want to look up to the heavens and yell at your ancestors for being Cupids, for passing down their matchmaking abilities to every generation after them, and for passing down the curse of never falling in love. 

“Stop thinking about it too much, it’s making you age faster.” 

You glare at Mark. “I don’t even know Jaehyun personally but I’m sure he’s a great guy who deserves everything in the entire universe, not some soccer player and a so-called Cupid to ruin his three-year relationship with Ara.”

“What happens if you don’t make Ara fall in love with her soulmate within a year—oh, Johnny, hey!”

Your mouth clamps shut and your head whips around. Johnny occupies the empty seat next to you and greets you with a light nudge. He nods his head at Mark. “What happens if what?”

Mark gulps nervously. He lets out a squeak. “Nothing!”

Mark makes eye contact with you and you give him a warning gaze. Johnny shrugs his shoulders and brushes off the conversation by starting a new one. “Tonight at six. Jaehyun’s apartment. We’re going to have a chicken and beer night.”

“This is exactly what I needed—” Mark points at him.

“I think I’ll have to pass on that one. I have a—” 

“Uh, no you’re not.” Johnny shakes his head. “What excuse are you going to tell me this time? Your excuses are getting lamer every time. It’s quite obvious.”

You sigh. “I’d rather study. Besides, I have a midterm coming up and the last thing I want is to tank it.”

“It’s just one night. Chicken and beer. Who turns down chicken and beer? With friends, too?” Mark tries to convince you but you’re using your eyes to communicate the idea that this will not turn out well.

“Who’s coming?” You tear your gaze away from Mark when he doesn’t seem to take a hint. You’re reaching for your water bottle to take a quick sip of water.

“It’ll be me, Mark, Jaehyun, Jungwoo, Ara,” Johnny recalls the guests from the top of his head. “Oh! Yuta is coming too—”

You choke on your water. As you’re going through a coughing fit, Mark grabs your water bottle to prevent any more water from spilling onto the table. Johnny pats your back. “Y-Yuta? As in, Nakamoto Yuta?”

Johnny smiles. “Indeed. Why? Do you have a crush on him or something—”

“No!” You and Mark blurt out in unison.

Johnny gives you both a funny look. “Okay, geez, I was just joking around. Unless, you do, have a crush on Yuta, Y/N—”

“Look who we have here.” 

It’s a foreign yet familiar voice. You’ve heard that voice somewhere. You sneak a quick glance at Mark, whose eyes are wide like saucers. You could see his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulps nervously. Mark’s eyes trail down to meet yours. 

“Jaehyun! Ara! Perfect timing!”

Definitely not perfect timing. You mirror Mark with the same wide eyes. It’s almost as if you’ve shrivelled up or froze up into an ice statue. Johnny doesn’t seem to notice you shoving your things into your tote bag out of sheer panic. Mark’s eyes dart between you and the newly-arrived couple. 

“Hey, sorry, I completely forgot that I have a meeting with my group for our project.” It comes out as a squeak. Everyone’s looking at you and you can’t find the strength to look at any of them in the eye. But you can surely feel the attention that’s been shifted towards you. 

“Leaving already?” Johnny pouts. “I just got here—”

“Sorry!” You exclaim, standing up from your seat and making a beeline for the exit doors of the study room. You look over your shoulder. Johnny has a cute pout on his lips as he watches you scurry away from them. “I’ll make it up to you!”

“You’ll make it up to me by joining us tonight for chicken and beer!”

When Jaehyun and Ara take up the spot you used to sit at, Mark can’t help but look at Ara with round eyes. He just can’t seem to look at Ara the same way anymore, especially when she’s with Jaehyun. Mark decides to settle his gaze on Jaehyun instead, but he still feels the same. He can’t look at Jaehyun the same way either. The first person that comes to mind when he looks at the couple sitting across from him is Nakamoto Yuta. The second and last person that comes to mind is you.

There are two innocent people being brought into this mess. It’s you and Yuta.

And what’s worse is that Jaehyun and Ara are just as innocent.

You and Mark find yourselves standing in front of Jaehyun’s door. Surprisingly, it’s quiet. You don’t hear Johnny’s loud voice through the thin door. Instead, right when Mark knocks on the door, you hear someone’s faint shuffling that gets louder and louder as they get close to the door. The door swings open and your mouth slightly parts open. This is—?

“Jaehyun!” Mark exclaims, crashing into Jaehyun’s arms. 

You stand there awkwardly as you watch them embrace. Jaehyun pats Mark’s back until his eyes meet yours. Jaehyun. You’ve known of him. But now that you can put a face to his name, you’re immediately brought back to your freshman year, specifically your freshman orientation week. You’ve seen his face before. Jaehyun was amongst the popular freshmen in your year mainly due to his charisma and charm. By the end of freshman orientation week, he had become a magnet that attracted everyone to him. But not only did you remember him from orientation week, but you remember being one of the many people who were attracted to him. He had become your first university crush, but ever since orientation week, you never saw him again.

Until now.

“I’m guessing you’re Y/N?” Jaehyun asks and you find yourself snapping out of your trance. “I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”

You slowly nod your head. “Yes, that’s me.”

“The one that was scurrying away earlier?” He chuckles.

You roll your eyes. “God, please don’t remind me. That was embarrassing.”

“Nice to meet you,” he smiles and oh boy, are those dimples? 

You swoon. Too bad Jaehyun’s off the market. But at the same time, it’s a shame that you’re going to be the one to ruin his relationship and put him back on the market. You muster up a smile. “Nice to meet you too, Jaehyun.”

You and Mark make yourselves comfortable in Jaehyun’s apartment. Your eyes scan the place and just by the small touches to his apartment, you can pick up what kind of person Jaehyun is. From the LP turntable sitting in one corner of the room accompanied by a great stack of records—he has some exquisite taste in music—to the mini fridge filled with bottles of wine, you can tell that he’s a young man with an old soul. You turn to your right when you spot a piano and a microphone stand. It’s a makeshift studio in the opposite corner of his living room. He sings?

“I’ve heard many things about you from Johnny,” Jaehyun starts a conversation as he hands you a can of beer. “And Mark, of course.”

You open the can of beer to take your first sip, making sure to squint your eyes at Mark. “I hope they’re good things.”

He smiles. “There’s nothing to worry about. They put you up to the highest standard.”

You cough. “As they should.”

Mark scoffs. “You’re being too obnoxious right now.”

“Shut up,” you mutter, taking another sip of your beer. “What’s taking Johnny so long to get here? After scolding me for bailing out on every single function, here he is, pulling up later than promised.”

“Speaking of,” Jaehyun says as he stares at his phone. “His uber just pulled up. I’ll meet up with him downstairs. While I go fetch him, make yourselves comfortable.”

Jaehyun leaves you alone in silence. The moment Jaehyun shuts the door, Mark shoots you a cheeky grin. He’s wiggling his eyebrows at you and you can’t help but squint your eyes at him. 

“Why are you looking at me like that—”

“You like him, don’t you?”

You scoff in disbelief. “I do not like him like that—”

“You do.” Mark cuts you off. “I’m getting that type of energy from you—”

“Well, sorry to disappoint, I don’t like him like that. Besides, he’s in a relationship with Ara—”

“He’s in a relationship that you’re destined to end.” Mark reminds you and you frown. “What? It’s true!”

You shake your head and with a stern voice, you say, “I don’t like Jaehyun. I just find him... charming.”

“That’s all—”

“And handsome—”

“Oh—”

“And sweet.” You add. “But other than that, I don’t like him. I’m Cupid, remember? I’m cursed to never fall in love and so the chances of me liking Jaehyun? Very slim.”

Mark smirks. “But you find him charming, handsome, and sweet. Isn’t that more than enough to like someone?”

“There’s a very distinct line drawn between infatuation and love, Mark.” You state with a matter of fact. 

“So, you’re infatuated with Jaehyun—”

“What’s up party people, put your hands up!”

Both of your mouths clamp shut at Johnny’s freakishly loud voice echoing the apartment the moment he walks in. You dumbly put your hands up and Mark lets out a loud cackle. Entering right after him are Ara and—

“Yuta, my right hand and my go-to!” Mark exclaims.

You wish you were invisible, especially when Ara spots you on the couch and sends you a wave. You’re mustering up a very tight-lipped smile as you wave back at her. Great, this is going to be a long night. Jaehyun follows suit, throwing his arm over Ara’s shoulder and pecking her cheek. Mark sneaks a glance at you as you’re tearing your gaze away from the couple to take another sip of beer.

“Y/N actually came for once,” Johnny teases you. 

Everyone gathers around the small coffee-table. Scattered on the small table are three boxes of chicken along with a can of beer for everyone. You’re sitting right across from Yuta, who hasn’t uttered a single word since he got here. But surprisingly enough, his eyes meet yours and you quickly look away. Your heart begins to race. 

And your heart starts to beat much faster when Yuta never seems to break his stare at you for the rest of the night.

Yuta has definitely seen you before but he can’t seem to pinpoint exactly where he’s seen you. It must have been a fleeting moment, where the both of you passed by each other unknowingly. But after looking into your wandering eyes, after watching you chug a can of beer right across from him, he has found his answer.

Valentine’s Day.

He was biking on his way home after a three-hour lecture. Too many couples. He remembers the excessive amount of couples strolling down the busy streets. He remembers having the urge to rip his eyes out whenever he came to a stoplight and spotted a couple sharing a passionate (way too passionate) kiss. But he also remembers the sudden loneliness he felt.

Ara. He’s always found her pretty in her own special way. His first encounter with Ara was when she auditioned for the co-ed soccer team. He was seated at the bleachers as one of the head coaches who chose the new team members. She was everything he adored in someone. It was like she had her own glow whenever she ran down the field, with her hair bouncing as she ran. 

But too bad because she’s—

“Taken?”

Jaehyun let out a sigh on the other phone line. Yuta pursed his lips into a tight line. “Listen, I tried to get those concert tickets for you tonight through my connections. But all of the available seats are taken. Well, there are still some seats but the seats you wanted are gone.”

“Do you have tickets for other seats?” Jaehyun questioned.

“Yeah, but the seats are pretty far from the stage. Are you alright with that?”

He heard distinct chatter on the other phone line. He heard Ara’s soft voice and a smile threatened to escape his lips. Right… she’s taken by Jaehyun. “We’ll take them!”

“Perfect.” Yuta chuckled. “I’m on my way to your apartment, actually. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes to give you the tickets.”

Yuta turned to his right and into a familiar neighbourhood. He slowed down his bike when he reached Jaehyun’s apartment building. As he headed up a couple flights of stairs, he reached Jaehyun’s apartment completely out of breath. The door opened and he saw—

“Oh, hey, Ara.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Is Jaehyun here?”

Ara beamed up at him and nodded her head. “Come in. You look like you’re out of breath. Do you want a glass of water, or something?”

“I’m good. Thanks.” He mumbled, too shy and nervous to utter anything other than those three words. Ara bit her lip to stop herself from smiling. God, why is he so nervous around her?

“Yuta!” Jaehyun said in a sing-song voice, greeting him with a fist-bump.

“Hey—oh?”

Yuta clamped his mouth shut when he looked into Jaehyun’s eyes. Jaehyun’s eyes sure do look pretty, he could see stars shining back at him. But that’s not what he saw.

He saw an unfamiliar woman. He’s never seen her before.

In Jaehyun’s eyes, he saw a woman holding what seemed like a microphone. She had headphones on and her face was illuminated by what he assumed was a laptop screen. She was singing a song he couldn’t hear. Yuta blinked, soaking in every little detail about the woman he saw in Jaehyun’s eyes. But it was not long until his face paled when he realized something terrible.

The woman he saw in Jaehyun’s eyes was not Ara.

Valentine’s Day. It’s the day he dreads the most out of the entire year. It’s the day where he receives his love assignment for the year. He has one year to make his assignment fall in love with their soulmate. But how is he going to do that when his love assignment is Jaehyun? 

Cupids are cursed to never fall in love. Although, Yuta does have sheer hope that he could definitely find love. How could he not, when he’s a hopeless fool in front of Ara? It’s this specific Valentine’s Day that he dreads the most out of all the Valentine’s Days he’s spent. Why? Because while he found out that Jaehyun’s soulmate isn’t Ara, that surely doesn’t mean that he has a chance with Ara. In fact, he’ll never have a chance with Ara. He could potentially be the man Ara will hate the most.

Because one way or another, he must tear Ara and Jaehyun apart.

author’s note. welp, i hope you enjoyed the first part! i should be able to post the second part after all of my midterms. look out for it! thank you for reading!

[writerins]

Who is she

I look the girl staring right back at me

I’ve known her for many many years

I’ve grown up with her and have been there for all of life’s challenges

But I start to wonder “Who is she?”

What does she want to do, where does she want to go, what is her deepest desires in life and her most distasteful disgrace.

I know she loves music, she mainly likes to listen to the same artist or band and stick to it until she so happens to hear something else she likes. It gives her comfort in knowing she can play the same song she’s heard a thousand times and every time it will be the same. Maybe she’ll imagine a new scenario with it, maybe she’ll replay a scenario she’s already imagined before. No matter what tho she’ll stick close by that one song and expect nothing new, that’s how she liked it tho.

I know she also loves writing; she adores it even. She doesn’t think she’s smart enough to actually become a real writer.. says she doesn’t understand proper grammar or proper uses of the semicolon or even how to properly structure a sentence. She will still write her heart out into random things that come up in her head. I know she also wanted to become a poet when she was in middle school to express herself but has found joy in just writing freely now. She still loves writing poems; sometimes she’ll even write a song but she keeps those to herself since she can’t sing to show people how the song goes in her mind.

I know she also loves making art. She’s big into arts and crafts. Nothing makes her more happy than when people praise her for her work, although she’ll try her best not to show it you can always see the corner of her lips twitching as she tries to hold back a smile. She loves making clothes, jewelry, paintings, sketches, writings and the list goes on.

I guess she’s just a creator, was born to create in any way she can. It’s all she knows how to really do so she finds comfort in it. It’s sad in a way. If she’s not automatically good at one activity she’ll instantly drop it not wanting to deal with the embarrassment that comes with failing; so creation will always be her shelter of comfort and stability.

I know shes also hard to love. She’s stand offish and will ruin any good thing that comes across in order to feel comfortable in the consistency in chaos. She’s an addict through and through. She’s addicted to being wanted but never wants anyone, she’s addicted to sadness, she’s addicted to chaos, she’s addicted to all the bad feelings in life even if it’s hard for her to admit. She likes to think of herself as laid back and non caring but in reality she’s constantly thinking of the next worse thing.

I also know that she loves the shape of hearts, she loves how cute they are and how simple they are as well. She also loves wings and feathers, she thinks they’re pretty and whimsical in a way.

She loves many colors and never knows what to classify as her favorite so she always will change it up. Pink has been her go to color recently but she’s been switching over to red; who knows what her favorite color will be next week.

She also loves the numbers 16 and 23. She thought when she was younger that 16 would be her Golden year and that she would flourish into a beautiful woman, turns out she was just a kid who had the mind of a troubled adult. 23 is her birthday date so obviously she had to claim it as her favorite, she believes the number 23 suits her just as well.

She also loves to collect any skull looking object, she thinks they’re cool and give off a sort of hipster vibe.

I know so much yet so little about this girl in the mirror. Even after 19 years of living with her I know nothing about her. I know not one thing about who she is. I feel as if I know the basic things about her, things that if u were a friend of hers you’d know but I truly do not know anything about this girl as I should. She holds no hope, no desire, she holds no promises for a next day. She’s like an empty hallow she’ll of a person. An armor with no one inside of it.

You’d think I know more about myself but I am simply not there. I’m only a reflection without a body.

[knaite-solo]

Dear Lee - Zuko x Reader

Summary: After being rescued from prison, you discover that you fell in love with a lie.

Pairing: Zuko x DaiLi!Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Swearing

Word count: 2105

“Hand me the prison keys.” Zuko ordered to the semi-conscious warden that he found in front of his uncle's cell. 

Warden Poon was barely able to open his eyes due to the hard confrontation he had with Iroh.

“But, Prince Zuko…”

“Just do it.” Zuko didn’t even try to use a calm tone this time, even threatening Poon with one of his fists on fire.

With no other choice, the warden handed the bunch of keys to the prince. He no longer wanted any conflicts, mainly because he didn’t have enough strength to do so and also because he knew that his firebending was inferior.

With the keys in hand, Zuko began his plan, starting to free the remaining prisoners from the tower. Initially, his intention was just to free his uncle, but as he had failed to do so, he decided not to let the opportunity go in vain.

Most of the people who were there weren't dangerous, but very prestigious. Big business owners, high-ranking military men, former rulers. Even his uncle was only there and not in the Boiling Rock, as he was part of the Royal Family. Fortunately, thanks to this foolish choice, Iroh had benefited from the average security prison to escape.

When Zuko finally thought he had just opened all the cells, he came across one that was different from the others. It wasn’t surrounded by iron bars, but by large metal plates with a small window in the middle, apparently where meals were placed. Not even his uncle had been put in such a bad place. Could someone really be there?

With some caution, the firebender turned the key in the lock and subtly opened the door, placing his head inside the small gap he had opened.

“Hello?”

Unfortunately, Zuko identified someone lying in the back of the dim cell. 

And that someone was you. 

But since you hadn’t responded to his call, he was uncertain if you had heard him. So, the prince decided to enter the cubicle and shook you gently, trying to awake you.

“Hey. Wake up.”

It all seemed too confusing in your head when you started to wake up. A familiar voice rang in your ears and a small amount of light illuminated the cell, but the brightness irritated your eyes since you hadn't been dealing with it for weeks.

“Hey.” He called you again and then you finally remembered who that voice belonged to.

“Lee?” You questioned in an uncertain but hopeful tone.

“Y/n?” Hearing your name coming from his lips filled you with happiness.

Without restraining yourself, you wrapped the prince in a tight hug and he reciprocated you a bit shyly since he didn't expect that demonstration of affection, much less to find you in a place like that. But you didn't care about his shyness. Just having him in your arms was good enough.

“I'm so happy that you're okay, Lee.”

You called him Lee again. After all, he was Lee to you.

For you, he was the guy from the teahouse you used to go to after your earthbending training. The guy who had caught your interest so suddenly that when you noticed you would show up to see him even when there was no reason to.

For you, he was the guy who made you laugh even when he didn't mean anything funny. He had such a weird and grumpy way of looking at things that you couldn't help but think it was cute.

For you, he was the guy who had taught you a bit of swordsmanship and when he wielded those double swords, you were even more attracted to him. He always seemed to dance with them. And he made it look so easy when you knew it wasn't.

For you, he was the guy you had your first date with. In fact, you weren't even sure if it was a date, but you always treated the memory with the amount of affection you think it deserved.

You couldn't forget when you had dinner with him and he yelled at one of the waiters, apparently a little embarrassed by a silly comment. You also couldn't forget how you tried to hold his hand and he allowed it, walking with you like that for a while. You couldn't forget the fountain where you took him to and how the candles magically seemed to light around it. It was the perfect place and the perfect time. You could almost feel that he wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss him. And suddenly, he left, leaving you with a coupon for the teahouse he worked at.

Shortly after that small step in your relationship, you graduated as part of the Dai Li. You wished you could protect your people and you felt that that was the right way to do it. You had grown up in the Lower Ring and aspired to bring some justice to this region. It is a pity that you got it all wrong and chose the worst way to achieve it.

Before joining the other agents, you had a last cup of tea at your favorite spot. You already wore the typical Dai Li costume and you expected the farewell to be kinda hard. But to your surprise, that day, Lee didn't show up, just his uncle. You said goodbye to Mushi and asked him to deliver the message, but it always hurt you that Lee wasn't there to hear it in person.

So, you met again. And you had so much to say to your dear Lee.

“Why didn't you come to say g-”

“Not now.” Zuko interrupted you a little roughly, but it wasn’t intentional. He just was in a hurry. “I’m sorry. We need to go before they find us.”

He cautiously broke away from your embrace and lifted you, pulling you by your hand. However, you were so weak from the hard days in prison that you almost fell backward. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and held you tightly by the waist so you wouldn't fall.

“What’s wrong?” Zuko asked worriedly.

“Nothing. Let's go.”

You broke free from him politely, trying to prove that you were well enough to walk alone and get out of there on your own, but deep down, you knew it was all just a lie. You had been tortured during so many days that you didn't even know how you could still speak. You didn't even know how you could still pronounce the word hope. Perhaps it was the fact that you were from the Earth Kingdom. Your people were known for being enduring and strong and so were you. You had to go on despite everything.

“Let me help you.” Zuko offered again but you denied.

However, when you started to leave the cell for the first time in weeks, your body again lost its balance. You were so thrilled to finally be able to touch something other than cold metal walls that you didn't look at your steps. Until warm hands held you again.

“Please, I just want to help.” He practically begged this time and you could feel his hands tightening around you. 

“Fine.” You said it reluctantly, knowing that he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Zuko was pleased to finally get your consent and cautiously, he put one of your arms over his neck, supporting your weight against his body. The prince could easily carry you on his back, but he knew you were a proud person and would be offended if you were treated that way. He wanted to give you the proper respect. After all, you were a fighter just like him.

“Now, can you tell me what happened?”

Zuko wanted to ask that question since he found you in that cold, dark cell. It never crossed his mind that you could be so close to him and he never noticed. And if it weren't for his change of heart, you might have rotten there and he would never know.

He wanted to know why you were in that tower since you weren’t a relatively important person.

He wanted to know why you seem to be a thousand times more mistreated than the other prisoners he had released. You could barely walk without stumbling and that didn't match the determined person he met at Ba Sing Se.

He couldn't help but look at the injured extension of your body. All he could see was a large number of bruises, burns, and marks. You looked like a macabre work of art and probably the artist of this work had a mind as macabre as.

He wanted to ask so much. Zuko was immensely concerned about your condition, but at the same time, he was more concerned with how he would say he wasn’t who you thought he was.

“Fire Nation happened.” You finally responded sarcastically. “Do I really need to tell you that, Lee?”

Zuko didn't dare to say anything. Every time he heard his false name, everything seemed to get worse. So he decided to go down the stairs with you in silence. If he could take care of your safety by pretending to be Lee for a while, then he would do it.

“Why are you wearing these disgusting clothes?” The red suit with golden details annoyed you a lot since it looked a lot like the clothes of that woman you despised so much.

Zuko remained silent. You couldn't help but be irritated by his attitude, but you knew you were dependent on him at that moment. You could either adapt to his sudden silence or return to your unhappy cell. Although even if you wanted to return, Zuko would never let you go back.

You finally made it out of the tower and your eyes shone with excitement. How long have you been since you breathe some fresh air?  You were so happy that you would have jumped, screamed, and even danced a little if some guards hadn't shown up.

You quickly let go of Zuko and placed yourself in front of him.

In your mind, you were stronger than him. You were the person who had been blessed with the ability of bending. You were also the person who had been trained to be an elite fighter and serve Ba Sing Se, even it was all a big fat lie. You couldn't change the fact that you joined Dai Li and were manipulated to do bad things, but you could use your strength to do things differently from now. And so you would protect Lee.

You took a rigid stance and levitated some blocks of earth. You were ready to attack until you hear them communicate with Lee.

“Prince Zuko!” One of them spoke up trying to communicate with the man behind you, but that didn't make any sense. He wasn't this Zuko guy.

A woman ran towards you with fire daggers in her hands, but that didn't make you back off. You knew you were superior and even if you weren't, you would force yourself to be.

When you tried to throw the rocks at her, you were stopped, with your hand being held behind your back.

Only one person would be close enough to you to act that fast.

“Lee, what are you doing?” You tried to get loose in vain. 

“I’m sorry.” Zuko whispered.

Before you could answer or try to earthbend something with your feet, Zuko threw you over one of his shoulders, almost like you were a sack of potatoes.

"Stop."

You didn't understand why he told you to stop until you realized that the order wasn't for you. He was talking with the guards.

“But, prince Zuko, she’s the Dai Li agent that princess Azula-”

“I don’t care. I’m ordering you to stop.”

You couldn't understand anything anymore. Why did Lee seem to have authority over those guards? Why weren't you being attacked? Why were they constantly calling him prince Zuko?

“I’m afraid we can’t, Your Highness.” The guard with fire daggers replied.

And then, a battle of flames started.

You were outnumbered. You knew that Lee was good with swords, but that would be insufficient. You would have to fight. Only you could defend the two of you.

"Lee, please." You practically begged, pulling his shirt with as much strength that you could. 

"I'm sorry, Y/n. For everything." And when he started to firebend, your heart shattered into a thousand pieces.

Lee never existed.

Maybe I will write a part 2 since I liked this theme so much. Please let me know in the comments  if I should continue. Suggestions for the next part are also accepted! To this imagine, I inspired myself with the song Natalie - Milk & Bone.

Request made by @bucky-blogs​ Thank you so much for requesting this!

Since English isn’t my native language, please be kind. Any criticism is appreciated.

[lazaefair]

Has anyone done the Disney Princess AU yet

Part 1 - written by me, @poemsingreenink, and @iwritesometimes

poemsingreenink: Like, if anyone has big, soft innocent eyes it's Marwan who I swear to god looks near happy tears in most intense scenes. I at one point during Aladdin in theaters thought "You know Jafar's maybe just not had a great life. He's really having a day here." BECAUSE OF HIS BIG SOFT EYES.

lazaefair: LUCA MARINELLI HIMSELF SAID IT

sarah: HOWWWWW DID HE EVEN GET CAST AS JAFAR LIKE THOSE ARE DISNEY PRINCESS EYES

lazaefair: I...I need somone to draw Joe in a Disney Princess dress

sarah: but WHICH PRINCESS i feel like belle's off the shoulder gold ballgown has promise

lazaefair: Ariel’s pink gown would really drive the point home, though Although you’re right, Belle is a literate, dreamy brunette who loves poetry, so she’s closer as an archetype

sarah: i'll be honest: i was mostly thinking of getting his shoulders nude

lazaefair: Nicky is Ariel. Big blue eyes, otherworldly, utterly uncivilized.

sarah: YES

So imagine: Prince Yusuf, who had a giant statue of himself gifted to him on his birthday, and who hates it because his best friend (and immortal general of the army) Andromache is NEVER GOING TO LET HIM LIVE IT DOWN.

Also imagine: feral merman siren Nicolò who bites off fishheads and communicates through weird clicking noises, when he’s not singing men to their deaths. He’s not one of those useless pretty koi mermaids, no. He’s a motherfucking creature of the deep. Lamp eyes that are used to distract fish prey. Claws and pale fins and an intense stare and fangs.

Now imagine: Prince Yusuf going overboard in the storm that hits his royal yacht. Struggling, swept away, half-drowned and losing hope fast when an unearthly song fills the air, low and sweet and compelling. He’s swimming towards the singing before he realizes it, delirious, until something closes around his ankle and drags him under. The thing under the water kills him quickly.

And then kills him again, when it doesn’t take. After the third killing, Nicolò’s on his way to being well and truly mystified (“Okay, don't panic. They all die eventually, maybe...maybe I’ll just need to do it again?”) and gives up after the fourth and fifth killing. He drags his (attempted) prey to a little sheltered island he knows about, kills it one last time just to make sure, and then watches, resigned, as the flesh heals up and the lungs push water out until it’s coughing its way back to undeniable life.

“You rescued me,” is the first thing Yusuf says to him. “Your song – it is the song of my heart. My soul.”

Nicolò...has no idea what to do with this, coughs awkwardly in reply, and leaves before he can think too hard about the warmth in his chest answering to the warmth in the human’s expressive, grateful eyes.

(He doesn’t tell Yusuf the truth about their bloody first meeting until years later. It’s too goddamn embarrassing, to be perfectly honest.)

Of course he comes back within a day, almost shamefully quickly. Unable to help being fascinated by this gorgeous, well-spoken, kind and generous human who cannot die. He starts bringing things to Yusuf: at first just fish, then interesting-shaped fragments of rock and coral, and then bits of treasure he’s collected over the years, just to hear what new poetic turn of phrase Yusuf will spout on the spot when he’s given something.

“...this is my family crest on this treasure chest, Nicolò. How strange.”

“It is the chest you said your great-great-grandfather lost,” Nicolò says, the words coming out dry and halting from long years of disuse. Watching Yusuf’s hands as he traces the elaborate lines engraved on the lid, now blurred with rust and coral. 

“That’s amazing. Truly. I am at a loss for words,” Yusuf says, smiling.

“No, you aren’t,” Nicolò says, and keeps watching so he can see the moment when the smile turns into a laugh.

Another day, he brings to Yusuf what Booker had told him was called a ‘dinglehopper’ and was what humans used to keep their hair in order, as they did not have the ocean to spread it out like beautiful seaweed in the waves. Yusuf takes it, mouth twitching in a way that makes Nicolò doubt the accuracy of Booker’s explanation. Yet Yusuf does not correct him, but in fact solemnly thanks him before offering the dinglehopper back and asking him to help untangle his riot of curls.

And so it goes. Days pass. Fascination becomes infatuation, turns to desire and then into love, until neither can imagine living without the other, and yet—

Eventually, Nicolò has to give Yusuf up. The prince is too noble and good to just abandon his people indefinitely. And because Nicolò loves him, he goes out and once more lures a ship in with his song, but not to dash it to pieces on jagged rocks this time. He leads them to the island. Watches from a distance as the astonished shouting begins, then back-pounding hugs and joyous celebration as Yusuf boards the ship and sails away. Watches Yusuf turn back more than once to scan the beach, clearly looking for Nicolò, but Nicolò does not follow. Instead, he watches until the ship is lost to his sight and he cannot feel the ship’s current or smell, and then he dives deep and goes to visit Merrick.

Meanwhile, Yusuf arrives back at the capital, where his other best friend, Quỳnh (immortal admiral of the navy) feels terribly guilty about the prince going overboard on his birthday. Which is why she uncharacteristically doesn’t give him shit when he comes back babbling nonsense about mermaids. Or when he spends the next few weeks moping around, writing mermaid poetry and drawing mermaid pictures.

To be fair to him, the particular mermaid he sketches over and over does look pretty striking. Otherworldly and all that. Good cheekbones. Nice pearly scales. “Fucking...giant anglerfish eyes,” Quỳnh mutters while she and Andy look over the latest pile of sketches Yusuf’s left abandoned on a library table. “Our prince has been fucking bewitched by a fucking fish.”

“Mm,” Andy agrees. 

So when Nicolò arrives at the palace one fine summer’s day – naked, his fangs smoothed away to look perfectly human, a giant emerald in one hand and a silver fork in the other – and walking, on legs, it causes a bit of an uproar.

“You still smell like the sea,” Yusuf says hoarsely into Nicolò’s neck, the two of them wrapped around each other as closely as two bodies can be.

“Oh, fuck,” Andy says, lowering her axe. Quỳnh looks more closely at the dirty naked wild man their prince is embracing as if his life depends on it. Angular face. Skin encrusted with salt. Absolutely enormous piercing blue eyes. Naked, did we mention naked.

“Oh, fuck,” Quỳnh says.

“You get them separated,” Andy says. “I’ll go...get them a bath.”

The price Nicolò paid for his new human shape:

His siren song.

His immortality.

What he gets in return:

Yusuf teaching him what a dinglehopper is actually called, and what humans actually use it for.

Yusuf teaching him how to read and write his native tongue, and a few other tongues besides.

Yusuf reading poetry to him or sketching next to him on long lazy afternoons in the gardens.

The immense pleasure of intimidating the fuck out of any remaining would-be suitors for Yusuf’s hand in marriage who are still hanging around the palace for some reason.

“I am Nicolò di Genova,” Nicolò replies to the marquis’s indignant demands – predator’s smile still frightening even without endless rows of needle-sharp teeth. “You have seven days to leave this place forever. Get your affairs in order.”

Friendship with Andy and Quỳnh.

“Holy shit. Did he just—”

“—stab the marquis with a fork, at dinner, in front of the entire court? Yep.”

“...”

“...”

“New best friend.”

“Obviously.”

Yusuf writing poetry about him and to him. Nicolò likes them all. He wouldn't know a good human poem from a bad human poem, but nothing Yusuf touches could be bad, so ergo it's good.

Sightseeing throughout the kingdom with Yusuf’s strong, gentle fingers twined around his.

Yusuf breathing blissful curses into Nicolò’s ear, exactly like he used to do on their island, as they move together on his enormous bed.

Yusuf. Yusuf. Yusuf.

(Booker is also there. He insisted on being turned human, too, and coming along to make sure Nicolò doesn’t totally fuck this up, but he’s really mainly there for the entertainment. And the booze. Andy asks him at one point about losing his immortality. He shrugs. “Look, if we die, we die,” he says, then offers Andy another pour of fine French brandy. The two of them get along famously.)

It’s all going great until one night on the beach, while they’re walking along hand-in-hand under the stars and idly discussing human and merfolk constellations. Someone approaches them, dressed splendidly and moving with arrogant grace. He is also angular, also fair-haired, also possessed of unsettling eyes. And he has Nicolò’s siren song, gently humming from the shell that adorns his neck.

“Merrick,” Nicolò hisses as Yusuf’s eyes grow glazed and blank, and he tightens his hand on Yusuf’s, afraid for the first time. “Our deal—”

“He can’t bear the idea of living forever without you, can he? And so he hasn’t proposed,” Merrick says, smiling cruelly. “You’ve missed your chance. He’s mine.” And he extends his hand out to Yusuf—

Who stirs, suddenly, and turns to Nicolò. “Limpid, or shimmering?” 

“What?”

“Shimmering,” Yusuf decides, peering into Nicolò’s eyes. “Yes. Limpid would be too pretentious, I think.”

And that’s pretty much that – we don’t actually get the plot with Merrick the Sea Witch because Yusuf only has eyes for one weird-looking white guy. Also, his one artistic failing is that he's tone deaf.

They do eventually kill Merrick because true love wins out and we are all about those happy endings, Grimm’s can suck it, etcetera, so Nicolò gets his immortality and his siren song back. He’s also back to being a merman, but Yusuf does not care. “I could paint your beautiful tail for the rest of my life, my love, and still fail to capture the luminous iridescence of you,” he murmurs, stroking said tail with tender fingers. The last person to touch Nicolò’s tail got his hand bitten off. Here and now, Nicolò runs his claws through Yusuf’s hair, clicking deep and happy in his throat.

(“This is weird, right?” Quỳnh asks from where she and Andy are busy scraping evil kraken guts off their armor, a prudent distance down the beach from the lovers. “I’m not the only one who thinks it’s weird?”

Andy says nothing, just offers Quỳnh the rest of her bottle of vodka. This is why Quỳnh loves her so.)

(The wedding is a nightmare, at least according to the palace chef charged with cooking the wedding feast. “What is this, this, abomination? What in heaven’s name have you brought into my kitchen!”

“Tubeworm,” Booker says. “Considered a fine delicacy among our people. Don’t worry about it.”)

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Here’s something I know you’ve heard before--Dare, by the Human League! One of the most famous and widely-acclaimed synth-pop albums there is, Dare was a huge game changer. Find out why by watching my video, or reading the transcript, after the break.

Welcome to Passionate Reply, and welcome to Great Albums! Today, I’m going to be talking about one of the single most important albums in the history of electronic music, and, perhaps, in Western popular music as a whole. It’s Dare, the third full LP from the Human League, first released in 1981. While there had been two albums released under this name prior to Dare, these are considerably more obscure.

Music: “Empire State Human”

While “Empire State Human” has a catchy and affable chorus, it’s still a few shades too weird and avant-garde to be a pop hit. In the early days, the Human League’s experimental, underground sound was driven mainly by founding members Martyn Ware and Ian Craig Marsh. Prior to the recording of Dare, Marsh and Ware had already left the group, and would go on to form Heaven 17. Frontman Phil Oakey, and newly hired backup singers Joanne Catherall and Susan Ann Sulley, were without a leg to stand on, as none of them had any serious background in music composition or playing instruments.

While the situation looked quite dire, the trio would find a new musical bedrock in Ian Burden, who had played keyboards on their most recent tour as a session musician. Against the crude, naive, unprofessional vocals of Oakey, Catherall, and Sulley, Burden would provide simple, but competent melodies. The other key ingredient of this new sound was professional production, which would come from Martin Rushent. Despite working with many guitar-oriented acts prior, Rushent was one of the first producers who had deliberately devoted himself to working with electronic instruments at the time. Put all of that together, and you’ve got synth-pop magic, like nobody else had hammered out before.

Music: “Don’t You Want Me”

If you came to this video with even a lick of knowledge about Western pop, then you probably know “Don’t You Want Me” quite well. “Don’t You Want Me” wasn’t the first electronic pop song, nor was it the first major hit to feature a chiefly electronic instrumentation. The real reason it was such a game changer is that it’s ultimately a very ordinary pop song, underneath all of that. Songs like Gary Numan’s “Cars,” or OMD’s “Enola Gay,” were comparatively easy to write off as mere high-concept novelty. Many felt that their vision of a future full of machine music would blow over, the way jetpacks and flying cars had failed to revolutionize the world. But “Don’t You Want Me” proved that you could write an otherwise unremarkable love song, set it to a fairly unambitious synth backing, and achieve major pop success. “Don’t You Want Me” is that watershed moment, where synthesisers start presenting a credible threat to guitars, and everything that they stand for. Moreso than anything else that was released in this era, “Don’t You Want Me” is the reason why “pop” is, at this point, assumed to be electronic by default.

While the sheer influence of this track can’t be overstated, it’s also far from the only thing Dare, as an album, has to offer. In fact, “Don’t You Want Me” is the very last track on it, and its apparent simplicity is heavily contextualized by everything that comes before it. Take “Love Action,” for instance, which was the first single from the album, and one of the band’s best-known tracks.

Music: “Love Action”

“Love Action” is certainly not devoid of pop sensibility, and its being a chart hit makes plenty of sense. But I think it’s decidedly stranger and less conventional than “Don’t You Want Me,” with its piercing intro and glitchy synth effects. While its lyrics aren’t challenging, in an obtrusive manner, they seem to read as a sort of parody of a pop song, declaiming the superiority of limerence or casual affairs--“no talking, just looking.” It’s a pop anthem that’s aware of its own disposability, and the sort of culture of disposability and frivolousness that it’s participating in. Another strikingly ironic number is the album’s opener, “The Things That Dreams Are Made Of.”

Music: “The Things That Dreams Are Made Of”

With its confident proclamations about what “everybody needs,” and unquestioning praise of petty luxuries like ice cream and vacations, the saccharine “The Things That Dreams Are Made Of” is even more pointedly satirical, a wan hymn to the pleasures of postwar prosperity. But even if this track maintains a surface level “believability,” there are still a number of darker tracks to be had on Dare, which more strongly recall the style of those earlier albums. Take a listen to “Do or Die.”

Music: “Do or Die”

One of the more confrontational or frustrated tracks on Dare, “Do or Die” still maintains something of a pop core, and it’s easy enough to sing along to. What I think really stands out about it, though, especially for the time, is the use of mechanical percussion. Prior to this point, acts like Gary Numan, OMD, and even Kraftwerk still had human drummers who physically hit things in their bands. Even Giorgio Moroder’s “I Feel Love” used traditional percussion, despite featuring nothing but Moog synthesisers and the human voice besides. It wasn’t only the guitar that feared for its relevance during this time, but also the drum kit. The dense, rattling backing of “Do or Die” was made with a Linn “drum computer,” and remains an impressive use of it that’s still mesmerizing to listen to. But perhaps the most avant-garde track to be found on *Dare* is “Seconds.”

Music: “Seconds”

While “Seconds” feels sort of warm and dreamy at first, its startling gunshot casts doubt on just how pleasant we ought to feel. “Seconds” is actually telling the story of the assassination of John F. Kennedy, addressing us listeners as though we embody the infamous gunman, Lee Harvey Oswald. The titular “seconds” apply to the brief moments of apparent happiness and security we feel before something goes wrong, and those narrow margins of time during which everything in our lives can change in an instant. While it’s significantly shorter, I can’t help but think it recalls the high-concept narrative tracks done by the earlier incarnation of the Human League, such as “Zero As a Limit.”

Dare’s iconic cover, a powerful symbol of 80s synth-pop to this day, was inspired by fashion magazines such as *Vogue.* While the design would crib the title, the typeface, and the face-focused composition from a 1979 cover of UK *Vogue,* the stark, bare white frame that surrounds this close-cropped headshot of Oakey is a major distinction. Floating in this sterile bath of emptiness, and borderline anonymized, it feels like the interchangeable mask of someone living out a mechanized and mass-produced existence. It’s an image that almost plays into how detractors of electronic music have decried its seemingly emotionless, inhuman ambiance, and it rides that enmity with a deliberate, defiant dignity. It says, we are what you think we are, and we’re damn proud of it. Much like the bold and brash title implies, the cover of *Dare* is a provocation, perhaps even a threat. While the cover isn’t particularly beautiful to me, as many others are, I think its austere ugliness is deeply purposeful, and that’s something I’m compelled to admire.

Despite the breakthrough success of Dare, the Human League’s 1984 follow-up, Hysteria, was a relative flop, plagued by troubled recording sessions and a lack of consistent vision for the band and their sound. Its lead single, “The Lebanon,” would achieve modest success, and its use of rock guitar and surprisingly topical lyrics make it feel very different than what you’ll find on Dare.

Music: “The Lebanon”

Though they would eventually go on to have one last major hit, in 1986’s “Human,” the Human League never developed mainstream staying power, and their core trio’s reliance on outside writers and producers left them without a firm artistic identity to fall back on. They’re still around today, performing concerts that revisit their best-known work from the past, but they never recreated the fruitful environment and industry connections that made Dare possible. Still, it’s safe to say that Dare is an inescapable presence in the history of electronic pop, looming over all subsequent works like some inscrutable Sphinx, a lightning in a bottle success whose influence remains all around us.

My favourite song on Dare is “Darkness.” As the title implies, it’s one of the more dreary, gothic numbers you’ll encounter on the album, narrating the harrowing, paranoid mindstate of an insomniac. I don’t particularly struggle with sleep, but I do have a habit of being awake all night and sleeping all day, so I love nighttime-themed songs. Plus, the lyrics of this song make reference to “seeing sounds” and “hearing colours,” a phenomenon called synesthesia. I’m not sure if anyone in the Human League really experiences this, but I do--which is part of why I’m so strongly interested in music. But enough about me! That’s all for today, thanks for listening!

Music: “Darkness”

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‘Romance’ - Camila Cabello REVIEW: Shamelessly In Love

“You know it's been a long time coming,” Camila Cabello sings on the Grammy-nominated smash “Señorita” (which is the most-streamed song of 2019) featuring Shawn Mendes, their follow-up collaboration to “I Know What You Did Last Summer” from 2015. When she sings this line, it’s unclear who the ‘you’ is: Mendes or the audience. Shortly following the release of the track on June 21st, 2019, Cabello and Mendes were seen multiple times out together, displaying affection publicly that would suggest that they are not just friends...because, as she explains, “friends don’t know the way you taste.”

At the release of these stream of photos, many were quick to decide that this must be a stunt as a promotional ploy for the collaboration; but anyone even slightly invested in either one of the pop stars’ lives and music knew that it was, in fact, a long time coming. To any skeptics left, the timeline outlined (yet scattered) throughout Cabello’s second solo studio effort, Romance, should suffice as ample evidence that it’s the real deal, not that she needs to prove it, anyway.

Speaking of that timeline, the main takeaway from Romance’s story is this: men are idiots who don’t realize what they have until they can’t have it anymore. Unrequited love finally turned in favor just too little too late...until it’s not. As two sides of the same coin, “Should’ve Said It” and “Feel It Twice” showcase the two different internal reactions we women go through when someone we wanted for so long doesn’t want us until we’ve moved on with someone else: spite and sorrow. On one hand, she’s dismissive, and on the other, she’s remorseful. In the end, though, this tale has a happy ending, as she seizes the opportunity to finally be with the person she wanted “two years ago” despite the risk. The result? A full, shameless immersion into a world of unapologetic romance. 

STRONGEST TRACK(S): “Bad Kind of Butterflies,” “Living Proof”

Although unlike anything else Cabello has released thus far in her solo career, “Bad Kind of Butterflies” is a compelling and straightforward confessional to her partner that despite her love for him she wants another. “What do I lose if I don't choose and keep it to myself?” she ponders, before ultimately landing upon a decision: “Warning me it’s a mistake, I just know I gotta make it.” Camila deserves some credit here; few people possess this kind of bravery. Many times, people in this situation do keep it to themselves, and then either end up unhappy, live in regret, or make mistakes instead of making an honest choice that will hurt fewer people in the long run. The beautifully haunting production that builds as the song progresses literally gives you the type of bad butterflies she’s describing, as if you’re the one moments away from your possible doom, or maybe an exciting new beginning, or both. Making a choice to follow your heart might trigger an upheaval of your previously planned life-course, but it is never a mistake. Luckily for Cabello, it seemed to work out.

On “Living Proof,” the last pre-release and latest single, Camila indulges in the cliche of linking worship and sex; however, instead of playing as overdone and tired, it just works, mainly due to Cabello’s outstanding vocal arrangement throughout, especially the harmonies in the last chorus. The track is sonically soft and sweet, so hypnotizingly complemented by Cabello’s flawless execution of such a high register; aside from Ariana Grande, no other pop artist can make it seem so effortless. Although the omission of a choir for the bridge and/or outro might be seen by some as a wise choice to balance the cliches, I kind of wish she did it anyway, and her inclusion of one during her wonderful performance on the Ellen Degeneres Show makes a strong case for it too.

WEAKEST TRACK: “This Love”

Perhaps the waltz-like nature of "This Love” is supposed to mirror the dance that Cabello and the subject of this song are playing at, but it fails to do so. When hearing the instrumentals for this track, you are expecting a loving, romantic song. Instead, the listener hears yet again about the games being played by this man and the back and forth between them. The lyrics feel incongruent with the music, and though the track is not bad, it might leave the listener unsatisfied. 

THE IN-BETWEENS

There are plenty of other tracks to satiate the desire for pure romance, as promised. “Easy” and “Used To This” are two gorgeous tracks that perfectly encapsulate what it’s like to allow yourself to be loved when for so long you were unsure if it would ever happen the way you envisioned, making it very easy (no pun intended) to feel happy for Cabello (and Mendes), even so much so that you might find their love endearing enough to temporarily forget that Instagram video (you know the one) (sorry for making you remember it again). Cabello successfully experiments on the sultry “My Oh My” featuring DaBaby, which for some reason is a digital exclusive, and the dramatic and honest “Cry For Me,” which bluntly publicizes a sort of selfishness that most humans have felt but would deny, and gets better with each listen. Other tracks, however, such as “Liar” and “Feel It Twice” tire out quickly. 

BEST PROSPECTIVE SINGLE: “Should’ve Said It”

Cabello sounds most authentic and commanding when she infuses her Latina roots with her pop inclinations. “Should’ve Said It” is effective, unique, and showcases all of Camila’s strengths in a catchy package to which many girls around the globe can easily relate. As Cabello chastises her muse for not knowing what he had until it was gone, you can’t help but vehemently agree while tapping your feet. Can’t you feel it turning into a power anthem already?

                                                            ***

Even in her Fifth Harmony days, Cabello exhibited an unprecedented stage presence. Her first solo album, Camila, proved her star and staying power. There are many ways in which she has leveled up since, as displayed throughout Romance: her vocal range and control are much stronger and cleaner, she has trialed new musical styles that surprisingly suit her, and the production on almost every song is intriguing enough to make you want to listen again. However, the album feels lyrically lackluster; maybe this is because Camila proved to be a great lyricist with her debut, and the quality of writing on this album seems to match its predecessor rather than exceed it. That is not to say that great lyricism implies Shakespearean prose; sometimes, simplicity works just as successfully, if not even more so, as it allows for accessibility. The closing track of Romance, “First Man,” is an example of Cabello’s moving utilization of such simplicity. On an album that can feel repetitive at times considering its subject matter, an ode to the love Cabello shares with her father comes a bit out of left field, a refreshing final pull at the heartstrings. Mentions of jackets for cold weather and making it home safe remind us all that love- whether it is romantic, platonic, or familial- is loudest through the little things. Camila is clearly full of love, and if she continues to build on her ability to tap into it and express it honestly, the sky will be her limit. Grade: 3.5/5

DISCLAIMER - REVIEWER’S BIAS: I never cared for Fifth Harmony much when they were together, so Camila was not really on my radar until she was suddenly on everyone’s with her hit “Havana.” I remember watching her perform it on some awards show and being absolutely blown away by her stage presence. I knew she would be opening for Taylor Swift’s reputation Stadium Tour, and since I of course was attending I decided to listen to Camila shortly after its release, and I was surprised at how much I liked it! Although I enjoy this album very much, I was expecting a bit more from Romance; none of the songs have felt as special as “Consequences” or “Something’s Gotta Give” or “Havana” from her debut, and although I don’t think an artist should ever try to replicate past success or follow formulas that they think might get them there, I feel like that extra punch I was expecting from this album is missing. I still think she did a great job though- I was completely blown away by her vocals and the production, and I am excited to see where her career takes her.

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Fictober 2019 #1 Ganondorf creates a Kpop group

A/N: Yo, what is up? I’m back with the crack. I’m in such a good mood because my three fav players (Leff, Armada and my man, Samsora) made it into summit.

Anyway, this is part of the fic I started last fictober I suck at romance. You can read it if you want, chapter 4 is my favorite one. But to summarize, you just need to know that Link wants to break up with Zelda because he’s bored of their relationship and that Ganondorf works at the Apple store in costumer service where he’s really just doing odd jobs and getting paid a lot to the point he’s the asset of the store.

Prompt number:  1 “It will be fun, trust me.”

Fandom (AU if applicable): Super Smash Bros

Rating: Idk, T.

Warnings/Tags: kpop

Words: Idk, I just write everything in a long file with a bunch of crap, so I couldn’t count.

Ships: Link x Zelda. A bit of Marth x Roy, mainly Ike making jokes about them. At this point, I think Ganondorf x his job at the Apple store qualifies as a ship.

“Won’t lie, you’re the last person I expected to see here,” Ganondorf admitted as he stared at the short blond in front of him, “You must be in quite the pickle if you’re asking me for help.”

“I have no other choice,” Link sighed, “I’ve tried everything and I always fail.”

“Not surprised. What do you need help with anyways?”

“Help me break up with Zelda.”

“You truly are desperate.”

---

Ganondorf had gathered Link and his friends to the training room. No one was quite sure why they had to be there but Link had told them it would be fun.

Ganondorf entered the room holding a huge radio and a bag full of CDs and accessories. He set everything up and soon, the training room looked more like a stage.

“I am training you guys for karaoke,” Ganondorf announced, “You five will be singing some Kpop songs about breakups with Link as the center. Any objections?”

“I can’t read!” Pit reminded Ganondorf.

“And I can’t dance, like at all,” Roy admitted, “Dancing doesn’t run on mom’s side of the family.”

“I don’t like karaoke,” Ike said, “I’ve never even sung before.”

“Can I be G-Dragon?” Marth asked.

Ganondorf facepalmed so hard he almost had to go to the doctor. He was not ready to work with the group of idiotic friends. When they were all separated, the five friends were actually quite competent, but having them all in one room reduced their collective IQ to 0.

But there was no time for the Gerudo king to worry about his own feelings. He had to get the job done, nothing was more important than his reputation as the most valuable employee of the Apple store.

After a week of training, the boys were ready. But they still had to choose a song and that was probably the hardest part of the whole plan. They needed a song that was quite clear on the message Link wanted to convey.

Ganondorf had prepared a list of songs but clearly, none of the boys besides Link really cared about the list. They all wanted to sing their favorite songs instead and those songs happened to be the complete opposite of the concept Ganondorf and Link wanted.

“No, Marth, we can’t sing Bang Bang Bang,” Roy argued, “Fantastic Baby is clearly the superior BigBang song.”

“That’s not true and you know it!” Marth snapped, “Bang Bang Bang is way better, plus it fits with our breakup concept. If the only word Zelda understands is bang, she’ll think that Link’s shooting her.”

“But according to your line distributions, we’re the only ones saying bang bang bang. She won’t think Link’s the one shooting her.”

“She’ll think that you two should go bang bang bang in your room,” Ike smirked, “We should sing As if it’s your last.”

“I want to sing Gangnam Style!” Pit smiled.

Ganondorf sighed and looked at Link for answers. The Hylian said he’d go ask Zelda what music she liked so that he could choose the exact opposite.

---

Zelda was walking around the Smash Mansion’s garden when Link ran up to her. Link never ran up to her, so she knew he had something important to say.

“Zelda, what’s your favorite Kpop group?”

Zelda was shocked. Link never asked her questions. Was he finally trying to be a decent boyfriend?

“Um, I only really like EXO and Red Velvet.”

“BigBang and Blackpink it is.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Do you want to go to the karaoke tonight?”

“Karaoke?”

“It will be fun, trust me.”

Zelda naturally accepted. She didn’t know why Link chose the karaoke but he always chose weird places for their dates. She was excited Link was the one asking her on a date for once. But she couldn’t help but think something was wrong.

---

It was the night of the karaoke. Ganondorf had gathered the boys for one last training session. While the three Fire Emblem lords had a boring fight about what the microphones’ colors should be, Link asked Pit for a request.

“Pit, I need you to act as cute as possible so that you can seduce Zelda,” Link told the angel, “That way, she’ll move over really quickly after our breakup and she won’t be sad about it.”

“But I don’t want to date Zelda,” Pit complained.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you.”

“All of you shut up and listen to my advice!” Ganondorf yelled, “Link, you need to make sure all the random stranger girls fall for you so that Zelda gets even more pissed off. It would be even better if you fell for one so that you’d finally have the motivation to break up with her. Or fall for one of your friends, I don’t care. Just fucking break up with her already, I have a reputation to uphold.”

---

Zelda had chosen her coolest dress in the hopes of impressing Link. Had she really been serious about impressing him, she would have changed her hair.

As she entered the karaoke, she noticed Link and his four friends. Zelda wanted to groan very loudly. Link was obsessed with his friends, it was like he was more in love with them, than he was with her. If he liked one of them, why didn’t he just break up with her?

Zelda wanted to yell at him but she quickly remembered Link had never specified it was a date and sighed with relief. Still, she hoped that if Link really did leave her, it wasn’t for one of his friends. She politely greeted Link and his friends and they all prepared to take the stage.

“I want to dedicate these songs to Zelda,” Link spoke into the microphone.

Zelda was really happy her boyfriend was singing something for her, he had even gotten his friends to help. Except that he’d chosen to sing a song she didn’t like. She assumed he was saving the best for last since he was going to sing multiple songs.

But she didn’t like any of the songs they were singing. She didn’t care that their dancing and singing were almost inexistent, she just wanted to hear songs she liked. Meanwhile, the crowd appeared to be really into the performance.

Zelda got herself a glass of water and sighed as she watched the performance. There was no coordination at all. Marth and Roy were getting significantly more lines than the others because they chose to song Japanese versions of the songs, Link was getting all the English parts and Ike was doing random adlibs. Poor Pit didn’t even have his microphone on.

Zelda felt so bad for the angel. He was clearly putting everything into the performance but since he couldn’t read, he wasn’t allowed to shine. Yet despite this, he stood out to her because of how cute he was.

“What am I thinking?” Zelda said out loud, “I’ve already been through this.”

Zelda was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice the pattern in the song choice. Ganondorf realized Zelda wasn’t paying attention, so he told Link to start plan B.

“Zelda, this song describes what I feel towards you,” Link said.

“Please fuck me, Link!” some random girl in the crowd shouted.

“I’m so sick of this fake love! Fake love!”

Link was screaming at the top of his lungs but Zelda somehow managed to assume that he was being sarcastic and giggled thinking it was a joke. Zelda, why?

It was break time and Ganondorf gathered all the boys in the men's room. Link and Zelda were going to break up or his name wouldn’t be Ganondorf, the Apple Store’s best employee anymore.

“Guys, sing the most disorganized mess you can think of. I’ll play all your songs at the same time.”

Everyone seemed pretty happy with his suggestion. They changed into the outfits they actually wanted to wear and rushed back to the stage.

“Zelda listen carefully,” Link said as the start of Zelda’s favorite song ever started to play.

Now Zelda’s attention was on the stage. She couldn’t wait for Link to start singing. But before she knew it, the song stopped and five songs played at the exact same time. No one was even singing the same song, they were all in their little bubbles and somehow still managing to hype up the crowd.

Zelda was pissed off. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She hated being pranked. But she hated when her favorite artists were insulted. She went up the stage to confront her boyfriend.

“What was that?” the angry girlfriend yelled, “How could you insult my favorite song like that?”

“After all of this, you couldn’t even figure out what I’ve been trying to tell you?” a clearly annoyed Link asked.

“Oh, I’ve figured it all out. You hate my favorite music. Link, we’re over!”

“Wait… Are you serious? Are we finally breaking up?”

“Yes, you never truly loved me. You just wanted to bang all your friends.”

“Eh, close enough.”

“Oh, wow...” Marth blushed, “I never knew Link felt that way about us.”

“Now that that’s settled,” Ike started, “We just need Roy to take Marth to his room and bang bang bang his brains out so-.”

“W-what!?”

“Great idea, let’s go sing Bang Bang Bang in our room,” Roy interrupted.

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The boys returned to Marth, Roy and Ike’s room to celebrate Link’s breakup. While Marth and Roy sang BigBang songs, the others talked about the day’s events.

“I can’t believe I’m finally single again!” Link sighed in relief, “And she was the one to break up with me, so she won’t feel depressed for a month.”

“Why did you even date her if you didn’t love her?” Pit asked.

“Her eyebrows were better than my Zelda’s eyebrows. I just had to say yes when she asked me out.”

“I can’t believe you dated her for a petty reason and she broke up with you for a petty reason,” Ike facepalmed.

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Meanwhile, Ganondorf was sitting on his desk laughing his ass off as he counted all the money he had gotten. He was the best Apple store employee the store could ever dream of. He would have accepted a promotion, but he wouldn’t get paid as much.

The King of Darkness laughed the entire night much to his roommates’ dismay.

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A/N: I actually really like kpop and I respect all the groups mentioned. I just thought it would be fucking funny to have Link and Zelda break up over kpop.

[miasswier]

miasswier’s ultimate glee ranking: no 72

Written by: Ryan Murphy Directed by: Ian Brennan

Overall Thoughts: This is one of those rare Sam-centric episodes, which is funny to think about since Sam was such a huge presence on the show, and such a fan favourite. I don’t know if the story was handled 100% right, but it’s still nice to see Sam take the center stage for basically the first time since Bieber week. Rachel’s story was one I remember being really intrigued by (something that has always been hard for me when it comes to Rachel stories) when it was first released, but I don’t think they handled it right either. Jake and Marley’s is the only decent storyline in this episode, mainly because it’s the only part of the episode that is mainly angst-free; but, you know, it’s Jake and Marley, so I was yawning the whole way through and forcing myself to care about how cute these two are.

What I Like:

Sam is the A storyline in this episode. Sam is my son. I always love seeing my son shine.

There’s a few cute Blaine/Sam/Tina moments, and you know, those are my favourites.

Blaine and Sam especially make me so happy in this episode. You can tell that Blaine really cares for Sam; that video he puts together, that’s not just something you do for a crush; that’s something you do for a close friend you really love. I feel like this episode, even more than “Sadie Hawkins” and “Dynamic Duets”, really cements the Blam friendship.

Artie’s storyline about his insecurity with his body. It’s especially interesting watching this and knowing that in one season’s time, Artie will be courting three different girls in New York. The way that boy gains confidence is astounding.

I’ve always found Finn and Sue’s exchanges far more interesting than Will and Sue’s. Probably because I hate Will and don’t mind Finn (especially this season).

Tina once again taking charge and being allowed to do so and not seen like a diva. Like Blaine says in “Sadie Hawkins”, I actually really liked Tina’s empowered attitude this season. I know I’m literally the only one, but I still liked it.

That super gay scene where Ryder and Jake take their shirts off to compare biceps. I literally can’t believe that they weren’t ever in a poly relationship with Marley, like oh my god.

“This is the New Year” is one of my all time favourite songs that Glee ever did.

Although I hate that Kurt was barely in this episode, I do like that Santana and Quinn were the ones to talk to Rachel instead of him. Especially considering all he seemed to know how to do was slut-shame her into not doing the scene.

Sam deciding to wear clothes for the calendar with Artie is super sweet. Plus, he looks so cute in that school-boy outfit.

That part in “Hot in Here” when the girl is spray tanning Jake and he’s looking at her like what the literal fuck.

What I Don’t Like:

I think my biggest disappointment about how the Rachel story panned out is that they didn’t seem to know how to say “you are not mature enough – emotionally, sexually, and artistically – to be doing a nude scene at this point in your life, but that doesn’t mean you should never do one” without adding in some good old fashioned slut shaming. The internalized part was rough, especially since Rachel has only slut shamed somebody once and it felt really out of character, but Kurt calling Rachel a slut? And then having the gall to call Brody a misogynist literally two seconds later? I don’t know. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth. I like the message they were trying to send – the idea of maybe someday, but not right now – but I just don’t think they went about it the best way.

This episode is basically the biggest reason I will never and have never supported Bram as a couple. Brittany is told she’s a genius and that Sam is the opposite, and then disappears for literally THE WHOLE EPISODE while Sam has a total meltdown based on something that Brittany says that his best friend ends up helping him out of. Then she returns at the end of the episode to remind everyone that she’s a genius. Brittany and Sam brought out the worst in each other as a couple, and this episode is a major example of that. I can’t imagine Brittany ever making Santana, or even Artie when they were dating, feel so terrible about themselves that they would go into a week-long tailspin that only exacerbated the body issues they already had. And yet.

It has been shown consistently throughout this show that Sam has some very serious body issues. I really wish they had given it the attention it deserved, instead of the occasional one-off episodes like this one and “Rocky Horror”.

It’s kind of weird for me that Artie literally had to spell it out to Finn that he didn’t want to appear naked in the calendar because of insecurity when Finn didn’t want to appear naked on stage in “Rocky Horror” two seasons ago.

Brody’s whole “if you want to win an Oscar you have to show your boobs” thing. Like, I honestly think he was being a far more equal-rights enthusiast than Kurt (I mean, he got naked to support Rachel while Kurt called her a slut), but I still think it’s douchey as fuck to say that you can’t make it to the big leagues in acting without going nude as a woman. Cause, you know. Yikes.

Like I said before, Jake and Marley are cute but they’re so goddamn boring and I genuinely cannot make myself care for them, as hard as I try. Sorry not sorry.

Songs:

Torn: I actually really like this song and think they did a good job with the performance. It was something I thought I would hate when I first heard they were doing it, but it’s honestly one of my favourite Rachel solos of all time.

Centerfold/Hot in Herre: This is a fun, upbeat song, but that’s about all it is.

A Thousand Years: This is one of those stereotypical saccharine straight love songs that you love for two weeks and then can never hear again without rolling your eyes. Having Jake and Marley sing it just makes it boring.

Let Me Love Your (Until You Learn to Love Yourself): Okay, so. I wasn’t actually watching the screen when this song was playing, and I have to say: the vocals on this? Are amazing. Like, holy shit. I never noticed before. Maybe because I was always so busy rolling my eyes at Jake and Marley’s supposed love for the ages. But seriously. Jacob Artist can sing.

Love Song: I like this song, but like Centerfold/Hot in Herre, it’s basically just a nice upbeat song. While it’s cute seeing Rachel sing with Santana and Quinn, I do wish they’d done something more with the performance than literally just having them dance on stage in an auditorium as if they were back in high school. They can’t even be running down the halls of NYADA? Boring.

This is the New Year: Like I said before, this is one of my all time favourite Glee performances. It never fails to make me smile, and I know I’m not the only one who feels that way. Definitely one of my “Glee” songs.

Final Thoughts: It could have been more, but it tried it’s best. The slut-shaming still leaves a very bitter taste in my mouth, even to this day. Brittany and Sam being a couple was one of the stupidest things Glee ever did. Blaine and Sam are bros for life, and at this point the entire Glee fandom still hated Tina for daring to be a girl crushing on Blaine, even though 98% of us were girls crushing on either Kurt or Blaine, or both. It was fun times, and it’s an okay episode. The thing is, though, it always comes off a bit rough because it’s sandwiched between “Sadie Hawkins” and “Diva” ie two of my favourite Glee episodes of season four (and, really, of all time). So maybe I should give “Naked” the benefit of the doubt.

[cutepimook]

GOT7 Newscaster AU

They're the morning show, and have a love-hate relationship with it 

At the beginning of the day, everyone is already dead. Wake up time is 2:00 AM, and Youngjae and Yugyeom always whine about their job choices 

First brodcast is at 4:30, and they barely rest during commercial breaks because of changes in script and touch ups and it's hell 

After the first brodcast, there's another at 5:30, and the last is 6:30, but there's always work afterwards. It's a truly hectic job, but it's Their Job so it's okay- most of the time

Jaebum is the floor director, and is part of the unofficial morning hype crew. He doesn't show up on camera, and the rest of them hate him for it

Jaebum knows everyone's coffee orders by heart and massages his poor babies' shoulders when they're half asleep and getting make-up done. A true dad bro

Jinyoung and Yugyeom are the main newscasters, who inform the general public of the things happenin and so forth

Jinyoung does "Word of the Day" and Yugyeom mimicks him with a funny face to lighten it up because literally No One Cares Bro (but Jinyoung is so into it it's cute) 

They do local news, so it's more light hearted in general- no one wants to watch depressing news when they wake up! And Jinyoung and Yugyeom are good at making people at home happy

Yugyeom always asks people at home what they're eating for breakfast, and playfully scolds viewers "you better be eating! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day" and it's the cutest thing ever- even though he never eats breakfast, which his twitter followers never fail to point out 

Because of their relaxed broadcasts, funny interactions with each other, and allaround handsomeness, each person (sans Jaebum, who doesn't even use social media) has a mass following on Instagram and Twitter. Jackson and Bambam being the most popular follower count-wise

Mark is the traffic informer guy and Bambam is the meteorologist and both use the green screen, which is next to the front of the building- which has like giant windows instead of walls

Bambam is always interacting with people passing by and he's become a local internet meme- #weatherbamselfie #NewsBam #IDABBEDWITHTHEWEATHERMAN, etc 

Mark is more chill, and knows that nobody really cares about the traffic. Even so, he's no stranger to the mass following on social media. He "doesn't believe" Bambam when he says it's because of his looks (tho he knows it's the truth)  

There's two dogs on set- Coco and Miho. Miho sometimes interrupts Bambam when he's giving a forecast and Bambam ends up both giving the weather and throwing Miho's toy- only for the puppy to come back to him. You can hear laughing in the background 

There was once a bug on the Live Traffic Cam, and the green screen showed it and Mark SCREAMED and will never live it down, ever 

One time Yugyeom couldn't wake up enough to put in his earpiece and ended up fumbling with it on Live Television while Jinyoung laughed at him 

Another time, Jinyoung accidentally said "food fuck" instead of "food truck" and the rest is history

"At least I'm not into foodplay" 

"Oh I heard about this good food fuck that's stationed down the street" 

Bambam wore a black and white stripped turtle neck one day, and will never wear one ever again. Reason: when Yugyeom and Jinyoung transitioned from regular news to the forecast, Yugyeom announced with such a serious tone "And Now, Weather, with The Hamburglar." And Bambam had to be forcibly reminded by Mark that he couldn't tackle a news anchor while they were Live

Mic check usually includes things along the lines of "I want to kill myself, one, two, but first I'll kill Yugyeom, one, two" "I want to go home, one, two, and get away from this abuse, one, two" 

Jinyoung constantly flirts with the makeup artists and Yugyeom fake barfs 24/7 

Sometimes to mess with Yugyeom, Jinyoung and Youngjae bribe the people in the script office with lunch to make slight changes to Yugyeom's script. The shade of red on Yugyeom's face is one of the greatest things on earth

Jinyoung and Yugyeom are the most busy, having to do promo videos and prerecordings, and while the rest of the boys wait for them to finish up, they take Snapchat videos of them with filters and try to make them laugh. Yugyeom is weak

There's a running joke that when Mark does his report, he keeps his left arm glued to his side and only moves his right arm, but barely. Even though he's more free flowing now, when he first started he was so awkward. At random times, one of them (mainly Jackson) will stiffen his arms and waddle around and EVERYONE LOSES IT except Mark ofc 

To mess with both anchors (because what else is there to do, honestly) Mark and Bambam convince the stylists to have Yugyeom and Jinyoung wear matching suits, and it's always too late for the two to change anything and they're always so??? Flustered about it. It's hilariously adorable

One time Bambam forgot about the green screen and wore green pants to work... nobody said anything because everybody's an asshole, and Bambam didn't realize until he saw himself on screen. He was so embarrassed he flattened himself against the wall, but in the end, told the forecast "like a ninja" and only covered his face when he finished 

Being the floor director, Jaebum is constantly moving around the studio, in and out of rooms, up and down different floor levels, and always on his feet. There's a sense of respect for him, because before, during, and after each broadcast he's telling everyone what's happening and waving his arms around and pointing at cameras and making sure everyone has their scripts and earpieces and the field reporters are where they should be- it's crazy for him. Though this doesn't stop the boys from messing with him lol. He's constantly Stressed(tm)

They make it up to him, though, and always treat him to things after each workday is done

Youngjae and Jackson are field reporters, who go out on the street and to local events like fesivals or parades, and the occasional farmers market. The inside workers envy their freedom, but only slightly because of the things they go through 

Youngjae once had to go interview miniature pony handlers, and while he was talking to the camera, Live, a pony came over and PEED ON HIM. It was traumatic

Jackson once got yelled and lectured at by an old lady because his hair was bleached, and took all with a smile, though he was constantly makin eye contact with the camera 

Youngjae was at the beach interviewing a group of surfers, and a really hot dude came over and slung an arm over his shoulder and he Couldn't Stop Messing Up His Lines Holy Crap 

Both Jackson and Youngjae are afraid of the "Runners"- the people who go behind field reporters and yell things like "OH MY GOD IM ON TV" or run by them shirtless or something. Once one of them accidentally crashed into Jackson and he continued his report from the ground

There was a grand openeing to an amusement park, and both Jackson and Youngjae were sent to go and report together. In the script, they had to ride the "FALLEN ANGEL: DEATH DROP" and Jinyoung and Yugyeom from base phisically tore their earpieces out because the screaming was so loud. Jinyoung still whines about his wounded eardrum

Once when Youngjae was out doing a market brodcast, he didn't hear the cameraman say it was Live and couldn't hear the anchors calling for him, and Twitter EXPLODED because he was singing along to the random street musician and "Well, instead of hearing about fruit stands, I think we all would rather like this." 

Youngjae didn't notice until he saw the cameraman crying 

When Jaebum got sick (from when he "visited his parents" aka overworked himself) the studio was IN CHAOS because the stand-in, Jae, was still under the title "floor director-in-training" and holy

Jaebum watched the morning news from his place and almost cried when Yugyeom messed up and looked up to where He usually stood and frowned when it wasn't Him, because He is on His couch and Couldn't be there for Yugyeom :( he got emo over his favorite bub

After the workday, everyone practically ran to Jaebum's apartment, only stopping to say hi to people who recognized them lol, and demanded he get better!!! But jokingly ofc 

They made him soup and treated him like a king for the rest of the day. Youngjae and Jinyoung stayed after everyone else and because of their care, Jaebum was back on his feet in no time. (He wishes he stayed out for longer tho, he loved getting the attention) 

Mark accidentally swore on Live Television because as he was walking to the other side of the green screen, he tripped and fell with a loud "SHIT" and it got so quiet he thought if he laid there long enough he would disappear 

"There seems to be some trouble over at the traffic center, Yugyeom, how was your morning so far?" 

"It was good, though I could have gone for a longer rest. I'm tired." 

"Me too." 

"..." 

"I think our traffic center is back to normal, what do you think, Mr. Tuan?" 

"I want to die, thank you, and now on 6th street-" 

[the-diaries-of-a-nerd]

Dear Happy

(A/n) Hi, this is Charlie here! This is the first fanfic I’m ever upploading online, I hope it doesn’t go too badly. This is an idea that came to me a while ago but I just got around to writing it. I know that things concerning Prinxiety are complicated right now and it was a little hard for me to write this since Prinxiety hasn’t been my main TS ship for a while now. But this is mainly a look into what I feel when I listen to Dear Happy and that pairing just worked best in my opinion. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: What happens when Roman and Anxiety have to work together in favor of helping Thomas get in the right mindset to sing?

Warnings: None. It’s sad I guess, if that counts. Not really Angst tho

Pairings: Neautral/Prinxiety

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“I missed you dearly…”

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“Oh my God, I just can’t do it, I’m so sorry” Thomas exclaimed, never one to miss the opportunity to be dramatic.

Acting was one of the few things he took pride in. Getting into a character’s head had proven to bring an unexplainable sort of comfort to him. His own troubles blurred when he was focusing on those of someone who was a figment of imagination. He couldn’t explain why but feelings were much easier to take in and understand when they weren’t his. It was like analyzing a picture somebody else had taken a long time ago. He might not have been there when the photograph came to be but the artist’s intentions had woven into his work for the rest of eternity to try and decipher. After all, wasn’t that all that art was supposed to be, a look into the soul? There were so many possibilities. A significant flaw that made this whole concept perfect was exactly the fact that the only way humans were capable of gazing at someone else’s soul was by looking at their own. In a way, the artwork became as much the admirer’s as the creator’s the moment it could be seen by whoever stumbled upon it.

Dodie was exactly that, an artist. Her voice and her writing had a way of sneaking up to an unexpecting passerby from behind and leaving a mark on their heart that was sure to stay there a while. Thomas knew this first hand. Then why wasn’t he able to tune into the right emotions to portray? Wasn’t he an artist, too?

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“Oh, the shame!” Roman, the embodiment of Thomas’ dramatics, whined, his shaking hands covering the pained expression that had settled on his face. His entire being was radiating distress. The mindpalace was filled with tension and confusion. What was going on?

Patton was getting more and more concerned by the minute. On the one hand, he was worried about his host failing at the thing he was usually so good at. On the other, Roman’s antics were starting to scare him. He wasn’t used to the usually energetic and boastful trait to be so, how should he put it, anxious. His paternal instincts were telling him to comfort the nervous man but the pressing issue needed to be fixed first, as Logan put it.

“Calm down there, Roman, those feelings will not get us anywhere. Try to focus on establishing the reason behind your apparent lack of inspiration. What exactly is happening inside your brain when you start singing?” Logan was yet again trying to reason his way out of a bad situation.

“I..I don’t know! Sweet mother of Zeus, what is wrong with me?” At that point it looked like the royal was on the verge of tears.

“I wonder” the deep and melancholic voice made everyone immediately turn to the entrance, momentarily disrupting their thinking process.

“Anxiety, please, we’re trying to work out how to help Thomas, we don’t have time for your negative input right now.” Logic did not even try to conceal the annoyance laced through his voice. A problem had to be solved and he’s be darned if he didn’t do his job because sarcasm was getting in the way.

“Well hello to you, too, Logan, I’m grateful for the warm welcome, you don’t need to put such an effort!” The last thing Anxiety was going to allow was for any of the others to find out that their words could get to him. He’d be as good as dead if he let his witty façade down. One would think that they would have already caught up with this and left him alone but when was life ever that simple? “What is going on here anyways?”

“Our buddy over here is having trouble performing Dodie and Thomas’ new song” Patton explained, purposefully ignoring the darker trait’s snarkiness.

“Well, I’m not surprised. Sir Sing-A-Lot is too full of himself to channel something as realistic as sadness” the smirk that appeared on Anxiety’s face was one of satisfaction. Insulting the other always brought a strange sense of joy to him. It made the other’s infuriating, well, everything, almost bearable.

“Wait! That’s it! Roman represents the fanciful side of Thomas. It is only logical that manifesting a feeling as negative as sadness would be rather hard for him.” The others could almost hear the gears running inside Logan’s head as he thought of a way to solve the newly defined problem.

“Well Anxiety does have a way with negativity, doesn’t he? Why doesn’t he try to help Roman?” Excitement had started to bubble up inside Patton once again as he sent a hopeful look towards the younger man.

“Yes, that may actually work” A strange sense of pride took over Logic as he smiled at the other. Seeing the others use logical thinking was the closest he would ever get to understanding how Patton felt so often.

“No way. I refuse to deal with that moron!” Anxiety almost shrieked, his expression one of disgust.

“I second that. How am I supposed to do my job if this emo nightmare is constantly spewing verbal abuse at me?!” That was the first thing the prince had said in a while and it certainly was no less over exaggerated than expected.

“Like you’re one to talk! You’re the one who never misses the opportunity to insult me whenever I say something!” A full-fledged war was about to erupt if no one said anything to stop it anytime soon.

“Now, now, we don’t have any time for your usual bickering, Thomas is growing more embarrassed by the minute. Despite your usual arguments, you two are capable of working together to create something good. As different aspects of Thomas’ personality, when combined we turn into entirely different people. Creativity and negativity have often times succeeded in creating masterpieces everybody has heard of.” The logical side was desperately trying to explain himself without getting too frustrated with the two, always choosing to be as “extra” as possible.

“No” both Anxiety and Prince shook their heads, almost in sync.

“Come on now kiddos, do you really want Thomas to go through all of this when you could be helping our little guy?” Patton’s scolding voice contrasted with his ever-present smile.

“When you put it that way…” Roman sighed and looked at his feet in defeat.

“Fine. But if and when it doesn’t work out, it will be your guys’ fault” Anxiety looked like he was about to hiss at anyone who dared say anything that didn’t resemble agreement.

“Okay, fine. We’ll leave you at it” Logan agreed and nodded at Patton to follow him out of the common room.

“So, what do we do?” Roman asked, receiving a glare from the other.

“What will have me interacting as little as possible with you?” Anxiety questioned, the hope that he could still make a run for it and leave the pain in the neck to deal with his own problems still present.

“Well, we can try singing together?” Roman knew he was reaching the other’s limits but it wasn’t like he was in the best of positions either.

“Okay, whatever. Let’s get this over with”

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“Do you want to try again?” the sweet smile never left Dodie’s face. It did wonders to encourage Thomas.

“Alright, let’s do this”

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“How are we going to go about it?” For some reason, after being left alone with the regal one, Anxiety felt the energy to argue slowly leaving him. He felt almost melancholy.

“Well, since I am Thomas’ creativity I should sing his part and you should sing Dodie’s?” Why was Roman considering the other’s opinion all of a sudden?

“Sure, whatever.” There was no point in getting into another fight over something so insignificant.

“Well then, go ahead” Some of the royal’s smugness was just now returning after his previous near breakdown.

All of a sudden Anxiety felt rather nervous. As the literal embodiment of anxiety, the idea of singing in front of someone else, especially a song like that, was rather terrifying. But the only more terrifying thing was their host making a fool out of himself in front of one of his friends, so he had no other choice but to get over himself.

I missed you dearly

Thought I was nearly

There forever, at last together

Something not even Logan would be able to explain was happening in his head. It felt like he was fighting to breathe while underwater. And yet, it felt nothing like drowning.

Is our time fleeting?

His gaze was glued to the floor, too afraid that if he moved he would break something invisible.

Is even meeting

A healthy idea, or am I getting too near?

Somehow, despite his whole being fighting against it, he couldn’t stop himself from looking up. It was almost like something was calling him.

And so he did. He looked up. And the first thing his eyes found were Roman’s.

And all of a sudden he didn’t want to fight for his breath anymore. He let himself go.

Don't try to fight it

I'm here for tonight

Roman felt his lungs fill with water as started singing along. He couldn’t remember what breathing felt like anymore.

And I'll be waiting for you

Until we meet again

Sadness was one of the most common emotions humans experience. There were so many different versions of it, each one more clear than the other. And yet, no one could put it into words. Definitions were at a loss when it came to the burning sensation behind one’s eyes what went hand in hand with a sort of numb pain in the chest. What a concept numbness and pain together was. So contradictory, and yet, working together in harmony. When overcome by it, the whole body responds to it. But, the thing is, didn’t happiness do the same? The lines between the two seemed so blurry. How were they so different then? They were polar opposites while being one in the same. And everyone was supposed to figure out which one was in charge on their own.

When he looked in Anxiety’s eyes, which he felt seemed comfortingly unimportant.

I know it's scary

But don't be wary

If we don't have that long

Let's not waste it feeling wrong

With Anxiety’s voice leaving him, he felt quite lonely. Like he had lost a loved one.

How could he feel so alone when the other’s eyes were still on him? Was it possible to feel lonely alongside with somebody else?

A heavy weight had settled in both of their chests. They were lost despite finding each other. They wanted to reach out, feel something, but they stood frozen, seemingly at their own will. And that is what scared them the most. Loneliness had become safer than love.

This isn't the end

I'm your lifelong friend

Sure it's been a while

But I'll be here when you smile

Feeling trapped in their own bodies and not wanting to free themselves felt like a worse prison than an actual cage. Only that way they could feel so alone when freedom was right in front of them.

So don't try to fight it

I'm here for tonight

And I'll be waiting for you

Until we meet again

Their voices molded together perfectly, forming what both of them recognized as hope. Hope that they will find a way to reach out. Hope that sadness will be able to work alongside happiness again.

With hope came heartbreak. They felt their hearts shatter into million pieces, mixing up together until they were one mutual disaster. For them, hope meant being stuck together. Hope meant losing against what seemed to be their reality. Hope was impossible. But still, it was there and it was trying to stick their hearts together again.

Would you mind staying?

Neither of them noticed the tears running down their cheeks. They were too busy fighting for one last shared breath. And, come think of it, people cried both out of sadness and out of joy. So who were they to say that tears weren’t exactly what they needed to break through?

It's getting late, but I will visit you soon

A wave of comfort went over them. They were starting to accept their fate. Forever standing there, desperately trying to breathe together, never seeming to reach freedom. Even if that eternity lasted a single moment, they would still be stuck in it, and that was okay.

So just try to get through

This is when pain washed over them. They understood and now their lungs were burning. It was time to let go.

And don't try to fight it

I'm here for tonight

And I'll be waiting for you

Sometimes the only way to freedom was through forgiveness. They lost. They let their breathing escape them. And that was okay. They were okay, even though they never will be again.

Until we meet again

I'll be waiting for you

It was time to let go.

Until we meet again

And they let themselves breathe again.

.

“I gotta be honest with you, I got really emotional on that take” 

[juliahuds]

JAM session (get it haha)

Chatzy that we never finished that’s super cute @sam--evans

JULES made sure to round up Sam's favourite snacks as well as some water - she respected his vocal chords too much to offer him anything else until after he showed her what he was working on for Glee. Slipping up to the roof, she set it all up along with a blanket for them to sit on.

SAM grabbed his guitar and packed an over night bag, his dad needed the car early in the morning so the boy was going to get dropped off at Julia's and ask Carole if he could spend the night. Upon entering the Hudson house, before making his way to the girl's room, he swung by the living room and cleared the sleepover with momma Hudson who was always more than welcoming. Dumping his bag by Julia's bed, the boy climbed out the window and made his way over to where she had set up a blanket and snacks. "You know me too well." He said, looking over the variety she'd picked.

JULES had honestly lost herself in thought staring up at the sky when she was brought back to reality at the sound of Sam's voice. A warm, happy feeling took over her as she turned to smile at him. "Wayyyy too well. I know things that would totally turn you into a social pariah." She teased, patting the spot beside her. "The water is for now, there's soda and tea and chocolate milk downstairs for later."

SAM raised and eyebrow a little, a slight smirk appearing on his lips at her words, mainly because he knew she was right. "Hm, I can't argue with you there." He admitted, sitting down beside her and moving his guitar around from his back, mindlessly strumming a few chords. "I do love chocolate milk." He smiled.

JULES giggled and turned towards him, watching as he strummed at the guitar. "So, what's the Glee project this week? Reggae?" She nudged him playfully with her elbow. "Because, I think you might be a bit too white chocolate for Bob Marley."

SAM hummed to himself as he continued to strum the guitar. "Prom," He answered he question before laughing a little at her joke. "Hey now, don't doubt my talents - I could totally pull off Reggae." He let out a soft chuckle. "Basically I'm thinking anything with dance in the title will be accepted?" There was a hint of self doubt in his voice, he hadn't really paid much attention in glee club that day and most of the time, the simplest of things confused him.

JULES giggled. "Okay, fine, you could pull of reggae, but don't tell Bob Marley's ghost that I said that." She listened intently. "Hmm, yeah anything with dance should work! Did you have any ideas? What about Shut Up and Dance?"

SAM smiled sweetly, nodding along to her words. "I'm thinking Dancing On My Own, but like the Calum Scott cover.. even though it's not really dancey or anything, I like his version better - plus it's easier to do acoustically." He rambled a little. "What do you think??"

JULES felt her eyes perk up when he mentioned the song, it was beautiful and she knew that Sam would be able to perform it perfectly - she never had any doubt about that. "I haven't actually heard the cover - you can introduce me to it." She smiled.

SAM chewed lightly at his bottom lip, looking down at his guitar before beginning to strum the chords of the song. Keeping his eyes down as he started to sing, though he'd sung for the girl before, something was starting to feel different - almost like a nervous feeling. Getting to the chorus, he slowly looked up locking eyes with the girl as he continued to sing.

JULES wanted to look away; to close her eyes and think critically so that she could be honest with him about the song, but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. What was happening in her stomach? Why was her heart beating so quickly? Why couldn't she hear or see anything else? When is eyes locked onto hers, Julia's feelings began to overwhelm her. This was different, it wasn't like the times she had heard him sing before. It had never affected her like this before.

SAM continued to keep his eyes locked with the girl, his stomach churning and his brain begging him to look away to stop whatever feelings he was feeling. But he couldn't, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. A very soft smile tugging at his features as his voice continued to fill the air.

JULES continued listening, still frozen after the song ended, unable to speak. It took her a few moments to check herself back into reality, her cheeks burning bright red as she glanced down at her hands. "Wow, Sam. That was amazing, really. I.. um, well, I uh - I definitely vote for that one." She glanced back up, an awkward smile on her face.

SAM felt a sense of pride wash over him as the girl sat in silence, he wasn't always great at reading people but he definitely felt like her silence was a good thing in this case. A soft chuckle leaving his lips when the girl finally broke her silence. "I - Thank you.." He stuttered a little, a goofy smile appearing on his lips as he grabbed a handful of cheetos and popped them into his mouth.

JULES tried to downsize her smile a bit so that she wouldn't look like a total goober. She grabbed a water and took a few sips, an idea popping into her head. "Want to just turn this into a full on jam session? I like to think I don't suck at singing." She giggled. "I definitely can't play the guitar though - you've seen me try." It was true, she had just complained about her fingers hurting. "Could be fun!"

SAM grabbed the water from her, taking a few sips himself while listening to the girl talking. "Yes, yes I have seen you try," He said with a soft chuckle, remembering the times he had tried to teach her and failed. "What do you want to sing?" He asked with a sweet smile.

JULES protested with a “hey!” And punched his arm when he stole the water from her. “I got you one you bumface.” She picked up the second water and set it beside him, stealing hers back and sipping it before she put it down. “Hmm...” the blonde had to think for a moment. “How about some Taylor Swift?”

SAM poked his tongue out playfully “Sharing is caring,” he laughed at himself, something he’d always been good at. “She’s got a new song with Sugarland, it’s called Babe and I’m obsessed,” he said with a smile before continuing “Which TSwift do you want to take on today?” He asked, pretty excited to hear Julia’s take on one of his favorite artists.

JULES rolled her eyes playfully, her brow quirking at his information. "What??? It's out? I have to hear it! You'll have to show me it later." She insisted, trying to think of which song she'd like to try. "Howabout Getaway Car?" She grinned.

SAM nodded excitedly as she questioned him. “Of course, I’ll have the chords down hopefully within a week so you’ve got till then to learn the lyrics,” he smirked, only half serious. “You know I’m always 100% down for getaway car.” A huge smile present on his face as he began to play the chords to the song.

JULES felt her smile tug at her lips as she rolled her eyes. "So rude." She teased, listening to the chords as she began to sing. She loved the melody and the softness of the song. As her voice rang out she watched Sam's fingers pick and strum at the guitar strings, glancing up at him occasionally.

SAM continued to strum at his guitar, keeping his eyes on Julia as she sang, as the she got to the chorus Sam joined in with her, harmonising before going silent again after the chorus. All the while not taking his eyes off of Julia, he couldn’t her voice filling the air made for a perfect moment.

JULES couldn't hide the fact that the warm, happy feeling grew as Sam's voice joined hers. Singing with him had always been one of her favourite things to do. Sure, she wasn't going to be one of the people who pursued music as a career, but it was something that made her heart happy. As the song came to an end, she leaned over and placed a kiss on the boy's cheeks. "That sounded so nice!"

SAM felt a smile continue to grow on his lips, he didn’t know what it was about them singing together that made him so happy but something did. “That was amazing,” he gushed, his smile now an incredible cheesy grin. “What can I say? Our voices sound great together.” He admitted, taking a few sips of his own water. “So..Those pictures..”

JULES stole a cheesy and grinned. They're voices really did sound incredible together, and it helped that they were able to harmonize so perfectly. She had gone to take a sip of water when he spoke, and some of it missed her mouth when she heard what he said. She wiped her chin and took a fast breath. "Um... yeah. The pictures..."

SAM let out a soft chuckle when the girl spilt her water, one of the things he loved most about Jules was that she was just as clumsy as he was. “I.. I don’t even know what to say.. I - They were amazing..” He managed to stutter out, thinking of a lot of others words to describe them.

JULES was distracted by an aggressively loud pounding sound. It took her a moment to realize it was her heart. Her stomach was fluttering and her cheeks were hot. This was.. a lot. "I.. thank you, Sam. I was nervous for you to see them." This wasn't a text message she could delete, she'd said it out loud.

SAM felt his stomach swirl as a blush rose on Julia’s cheeks, he’d seen her blush before of course but this time was different, more intense. Chewing a little at his bottom lip before speaking “Did you uh - send them to anyone else..?” He asked, immediately regretting his decision and trying to back track. “Actually - don’t answer that.. Why were you nervous?”

JULES was flustered, what was happening? She had feelings for him. If she were honest with herself she probably always had to some extent, but this was like an awakening. Was she in love with her best friend? "N-no, I didn't. Just you." She answered, taking a breath and anxiously tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. "I guess, what you think means the most to me."

SAM took off his guitar, setting it down beside him and taking another few sips of water, honestly just trying to buy himself time to figure out what he was going to say. Trying desperately to keep whatever feelings he was feeling under wraps. “Oh..” He said, a sense of relief washing over him. “Well.. I thought you looked great - sexy as hell.” He admitted, his eyes falling down as his fingers picked at the seam of his jeans.

JULES caught her breath at the word sexy. Did he think of her that way? She turned slightly. "You... think I'm sexy?" She asked softly, their lack of eye contact showing just how awkward the two of them could be.

SAM continued to pick at his seam, had he used the wrong word? There was no going back now even if he had. “The photos were sexy.. and they were of you, does that answer your question?” He asked, looking up with a slight smirk. “Of course I think you’re sexy..” Now it was Sam’s turn to blush.

JULES didn't even know what to say, but the look in his eyes had her entire body tingling. A gulp and a deep breath. Where were her words? "I... wow." Smooth, Jules. "I think you are too.."

SAM let out a nervous chuckle, why was he feeling like this? “Thanks?” He said a hint of question in his voice. “Wanna go watch a movie?” He asked, looking up at her with a sweet smile.

JULES nodded immediately. "Yes. A movie sounds like a great idea." She smiled wide, grabbing the snacks and standing up to pick up the blanket.

SAM climbed to his feet, picking up his guitar and hanging it on his back. "Awesome." He smiled, picking up the blanket for her and dusting it off a little before folding it and making sure they hadn't left anything on the roof. "Ladies first."

JULES curtsied as a joke. “Why thank you, kind sir.” She winked and stepped through the window back into the house. They made their way to her room and she placed the snacks on her desk. “Whadya wanna watch?” She asked, climbing up onto her bed and pulling a pillow into her lap to hug it.

SAM shook his head a little, laughing as the girl curtsied before following her through the window and setting his guitar down on his bag. Climbing into bed beside her the boy thought over their choices for a minute before finally deciding “Thor,” he said with a little too much excitement in his voice, getting comfy next to the girl.

[questioning-the-way-i-am]

Bc I felt like doing it

This could be fun (or extremely depressing) 1: Name

 Haley

2: Age

19

3: 3 Fears

Growing up, Falling in love, Dolls

4: 3 things I love

Art, Music, Traveling

5: 4 turns on

Attention, confidence, hickies, when a guy pulls you into his lap

6: 4 turns off

Arrogance, lying, not respecting boundaries, being rude to my friends

7: My best friend

Idk, I have a lot of friends, but probably my home girl Terin

8: Sexual orientation

Straight

9: My best first date

never been on a date

10: How tall am I

5′7 ft

11: What do I miss

St. Louis

12: What time were I born

9:00am

13: Favourite color

it changes, but probably orange

14: Do I have a crush

idk

15: Favourite quote

“If I could I would do all of this again” Yellowcard

16: Favourite place

This river I use to go to all the time when I was 16, I haven’t been back there because I moved away.

17: Favourite food

Raspberries

18: Do I use sarcasm

yeh, a lot

19: What am I listening to right now

California by Yellowcard

20: First thing I notice in new person

Eye color

21: Shoe size

8

22: Eye color

Brown/goldish

23: Hair color

Natural hair color: dark brown/black

current hair color: blondeish

24: Favourite style of clothing

Skater/punk/hipster idk I’m a mess

25: Ever done a prank call?

when i was like 10

27: Meaning behind my URL

I misheard the lyrics from Asylum by 7 Minutes In Heaven, but I like it

28: Favourite movie

Indiana Jones series

29: Favourite song

probably With You Around by Yellowcard

30: Favourite band

Right now? Yellowcard

31: How I feel right now

idk, numb i think

32: Someone I love

my mom

33: My current relationship status

Single af

34: My relationship with my parents

pretty great tbh

35: Favourite holiday

New Years Eve

36: Tattoos and piercing i have

Just my ears

37: Tattoos and piercing i want

A camera on my wrist with The Wonder Years lyrics around it // my septum pierced

38: The reason I joined Tumblr

I was 15 and emo af, and had no friends really

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?

I don’t have any exs

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

I do not

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

Have you? no

Have I? yeh

42: When did I last hold hands?

when i was completely shitfaced and walking around with this guy who was worse than myself.

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

Idk, like 30 minutes

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?

yeh

45: Where am I right now?

In my room

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

my friends

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

Loud af

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

yeh

49: Am I excited for anything?

moving out to california

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

yeh

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?

a lot

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?

this morning

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

idk, like i guess I’d kinda be hurt, but like we’re not a thing so I don’t have a say

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

oh fuck yeh

55: What is something I disliked about today?

I went to his Instagram today, and I just cried because I miss him so much

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Fuck that’s hard, but either my first love, or Jack Barakat

57: What do I think about most?

what it will be like living in California

58: What’s my strangest talent?

I’m double jointed in both of my elbows

59: Do I have any strange phobias?

dolls because fuck them

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind it

61: What was the last lie I told?

that i was ok

62: Do I perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

probably video chatting

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

yes and yes

64: Do I believe in magic?

yes

65: Do I believe in luck?

yes

66: What’s the weather like right now?

dreadful

67: What was the last book I’ve read?

The Great Gatsby

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline

yeh

69: Do I have any nicknames?

Holly, Samuel, Jack, Kimberly

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

Cracked my rib

71: Do I spend money or save it?

both, mainly spend it tho

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?

I cannot

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?

yeh

74: Favourite animal?

otter

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

writing

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

idk

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

With You Around

78: How can you win my heart?

like the same music as me, make me laugh, be genuine, have swishy hair 

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

Creator, Musician, Artist, Dreamer

80: What is my favorite word?

Dreamer

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr

idk

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

this world is a scary place, and life can really suck sometimes, but we gotta stand with each other to survive

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?

idk, maybe

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

teleportation

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

what do you want to do with your life

86: What is my current desktop picture?

Yellowcard’s last Arizona concert

87: Had sex?

yeh

88: Bought condoms?

nope

89: Gotten pregnant?

nope

90: Failed a class?

i dropped out of college so probably

91: Kissed a boy?

yeh

92: Kissed a girl?

yeh

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

yeh

94: Had job?

yeh

95: Left the house without my wallet?

yeh

96: Bullied someone on the internet?

no

97: Had sex in public?

nope

98: Played on a sports team?

yeh

99: Smoked weed?

fuck yeh

100: Did drugs?

yep

101: Smoked cigarettes?

use to

102: Drank alcohol?

yeh

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

nope

104: Been overweight?

nope

105: Been underweight?

yeh

106: Been to a wedding?

yeh

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

probably

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

yeh

109: Been outside my home country?

i wish

110: Gotten my heart broken?

yeh

111: Been to a professional sports game?

yep

112: Broken a bone?

nope, almost tho

113: Cut myself?

yeh

114: Been to prom?

yeh, and i left 15 minutes later, crying

115: Been in airplane?

yeh

116: Fly by helicopter?

not yet

117: What concerts have I been to?

a shit ton, like too many to list

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

nope

119: Learned another language?

oui, French

120: Wore make up?

yeh

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?

yep

122: Had oral sex?

yeh

123: Dyed my hair?

yeh

124: Voted in a presidential election?

nah, i got too baked

125: Rode in an ambulance?

nope

126: Had a surgery?

nope

127: Met someone famous?

yeh

128: Stalked someone on a social network?

yeh

129: Peed outside?

yeh

130: Been fishing?

yeh

131: Helped with charity?

yeh

132: Been rejected by a crush?

yep

133: Broken a mirror?

no

134: What do I want for birthday?

for my band to be successful, and an otter

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names?

idk, i dont really like kids

136: Was I named after anyone?

my nana

137: Do I like my handwriting?

yeh

138: What was my favourite toy as a child?

probably my purple teddy bear. His name is Mr. Bear

139: Favourite Tv Show?

Bob’s Burgers

140: Where do I want to live when older?

California

141: Play any musical instrument?

Guitar, and I sing

142: One of my scars, how did I get it?

A razor blade

143: Favourite pizza toping?

Pineapple 

144: Am I afraid of the dark?

I use to be

145: Am I afraid of heights?

yeh

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

haha fuck yeh

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?

yep

148: What I’m really bad at

Math

149: What my greatest achievments are

getting my art in my school’s art show, photographing a concert, working on my band’s EP

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

No one cares, so stop crying about him

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery

pay off my student loans and help my parents out

152: What do I like about myself

my eyes

153: My closest Tumblr friend

idk

154: Something I fantasise about

the future

155: Any question you’d like?

[readbookywooks]

'Yes, but is he sound?' said Trymon. 'What?' I'm sure we all realise the importance of proper leadership,' said Trymon. 'Now, Vard is – well, worthy, of course, in his way, but —' 'It's not our business,' said one of the other wizards. 'No, but it could be,' said Trymon. There was silence. 'Interfere with the affairs of another order?' said Wert. 'Of course not,' said Trymon. 'I merely suggest that we could offer . . . advice. But let us discuss this later . . .' The wizards had never heard of the words 'power base', otherwise Trymon would never have been able to get away with all this. But the plain fact was that helping others to achieve power, even to strengthen your own hand, was quite alien to them. As far as they were concerned, every wizard stood alone. Never mind about hostile paranormal entities, an ambitious wizard had quite enough to do fighting his enemies in his own Order. 'I think we should now consider the matter of Rincewind,' said Trymon. 'And the star,' said Wert. 'People are noticing, you know.' 'Yes, they say we should be doing something,' said Lumuel Panter, of the Order of Midnight. 'What, I should like to know?' 'Oh, that's easy,' said Wert. They say we should read the Octavo. That's what they always say. Crops bad? Read the Octavo. Cows ill? Read the Octavo. The Spells will make everything all right.' 'There could be something in that,' said Trymon. 'My, er, late predecessor made quite study of the Octavo.' 'We all have,' said Panter, sharply, 'but what's the use? The Eight Spells have to work together. Oh, I agree, if all else fails maybe we should risk it, but the Eight have to be said together or not at all – and one of them is inside this Rincewind's head.' 'And we cannot find him,' said Trymon. That is the case, isn't it? I'm sure we've all tried, privately.' The wizards looked at one another, embarrassed. Eventually Wert said. 'Yes. All right. Cards on the table. I an't seem to locate him.' 'I've tried scrying,' said another. 'Nothing.' 'I've sent familiars,' said a third. The others sat up. If confessing failure was the order of the day, then they were damn well going to make it clear that they had failed heroically. 'Is that all? I've sent demons.' 'I've looked into the Mirror of Oversight.' 'Last night I sought him out in the Runes of M'haw.' 'I'd like to make it clear that I tried both the Runes and the Mirror and the entrails of a manicreach.' 'I've spoken to the beasts of the field and the birds of the Air.' 'Any good?' 'Nah.' Well, I've questioned the very bones of the country, yea, and the deep stones and the mountains thereof.' There was a sudden chilly silence. Everyone looked at the wizard who had spoken. It was Ganmack Treehallet, of the Venerable Seers, who shifted uneasily in his seat. 'Yes, with bells on, I expect,' said someone. 'I never said they answered, did I?' Trymon looked along the table. 'I've sent someone to find him,' he said. Wert snorted. 'That didn't work out so well the last two times, did it?' 'That was because we relied on magic, but it is obvious that Rincewind is somehow hidden from magic. But he can't hide his footprints.' 'You've set a tracker?' 'In a manner of speaking.' 'A hero?' Wert managed to pack a lot of meaning into the one word. In such a tone of voice, in another universe, would a Southerner say 'damnyankee'. The wizards looked at Trymon, open-mouthed. 'Yes,' he said calmly. 'On whose authority?' demanded Wert. Trymon turned his grey eyes on him. 'Mine. I needed no other.' 'It's – it's highly irregular! Since when have wizards needed to hire heroes to do their work for them?' 'Ever since wizards found their magic wouldn't work,' said Trymon. 'A temporary setback, nothing more.' Trymon shrugged. 'Maybe,' he said, 'but we haven't the time to find out. Prove me wrong. Find Rincewind by scrying or talking to birds. But as for me, I know I'm meant to be wise. And wise men do what the times demand.' It is a well known fact that warriors and wizards do not get along, because one side considers the other side to be a collection of bloodthirsty idiots who can't walk and think at the same time, while the other side is naturally suspicious of a body of men who mumble a lot and wear long dresses. Oh, say the wizards, if we're going to be like that, then, what about all those studded collars and oiled muscles down at the Young Men's Pagan Association? To which the heroes reply, that's a pretty good allegation coming from a bunch of wimpsoes who won't go near a woman on account, can you believe it, of their mystical power being sort of drained out. Right, say the wizards, that just about does it, you and your leather posing pouches. Oh yeah, say the heroes, why don't you . . . And so on. This sort of thing has been going on for centuries, and caused a number of major battles which have left large tracts of land uninhabitable because of magical harmonics. In fact, the hero even at this moment galloping towards the Vortex Plains didn't get involved in this kind of argument, because they didn't take it seriously W mainly because this particular hero was a heroine. A redheaded one. Now, there is a tendency at a point like this to look over one's shoulder at the cover artist and start going on at length about leather, thighboots and naked blades. Words like 'full', 'round' and even 'pert' creep into the narrative, until the writer has to go and have a cold hower and a lie down. Which is all rather silly, because any woman setting out to make a living by the sword isn't about to go around looking like something off the cover of the more advanced kind of lingerie catalogue for the specialised buyer. Oh well, all right. The point that must be made is that although Herrena the Henna-Haired Harridan would look quite stunning after a good bath, a heavy-duty manicure, and the pick of the leather racks in Woo Hun Ling's Oriental Exotica and Martial Aids on Heroes Street, she was currently quite sensibly dressed in light chain mail, soft boots, and a short sword. All right, maybe the boots were leather. But not black. Riding with her were a number of swarthy men that will certainly be killed before too long anyway, so a description is probably not essential. There was absolutely nothing pert about any of them. Look, they can wear leather if you like. Herrena wasn't too happy about them, but they were all that was available for hire in Morpork. Many of the citizens were moving out and heading for the hills, out of fear of the new star. But Herrena was heading for the hills for a different reason. Just turnwise and rimwards of the Plains were the bare Trollbone Mountains. Herrena, who had for many years availed herself of the uniquely equal opportunities available to any woman who could make a sword sing, was trusting to her instincts. This Rincewind, as Trymon had described him, was a rat, and rats like cover. Anyway, the mountains were a long way from Trymon and, for all that he was currently her employer, Herrena was very happy about that. There something about his manner that made her fists itch. Rincewind knew he ought to be panicking, but that was difficult because, although he wasn't aware of it, motions like panic and terror and anger are all to do with stuff sloshing around in glands and all Rincewind's glands were still in his body. It was difficult to be certain where his real body was, but when he looked down he could see a fine blue line trailing from what for the sake of sanity he would still call his ankle into the blackness around him, and it seemed reasonable to assume that his body was on the other end. It was not a particularly good body, he'd be the first to admit, but one or two bits of it had sentimental value and it dawned on him that if the little blue line snapped he'd have to spend the rest of his li – his existence hanging around ouija boards pretending to be people's dead aunties and all the other things lost souls do to pass the time. The sheer horror of this so appalled him he hardly felt his feet touch the ground. Some ground, anyway; he decided that it almost certainly wasn't the ground, which as far as he could remember wasn't black and didn't swirl in such a disconcerting way. He took a look around. Sheer sharp mountains speared up around him into a frosty sky hung with cruel stars, stars which appeared on no celestial chart in the multiverse, but right in there amongst them was a malevolent red disc. Rincewind shivered, and looked away. The land ahead of him sloped down sharply, and a dry wind whispered across the frost-cracked rocks. It really did whisper. As grey eddies caught at his robe and tugged at his hair Rincewind thought he could hear voices, faint and far off, saying things like 'Are you sure those were mushrooms in the stew? I feel a bit —,' and There's a lovely view if you lean over this —,' and 'Don't fuss, it's only a scratch —,' and Watch where you're pointing that bow, you nearly—' and so on. He stumbled down the slope, with his fingers in his ears, until he saw a sight seen by very few living men. The ground dipped sharply until it became a vast funnel, ully a mile across, into which the whispering wind of the souls of the dead blew with a vast, echoing susurration, as though the Disc itself was breathing. But a narrow spur of rock arched out and over the hole, ending in an outcrop perhaps a hundred feet across. There was a garden up there, with orchards and flowerbeds, and a quite small black cottage. A little path led up to it. Rincewind looked behind him. The shiny blue line was still there. So was the Luggage. It squatted on the path, watching him. Rincewind had never got on with the Luggage, it had always given him the impression that it thoroughly disapproved of him. But just for once it wasn't glaring at him. It had a rather pathetic look, like a dog that's just come home after a pleasant roll in the cowpats to find that the family has moved to the next continent. 'All right,' said Rincewind. 'Come on.' It extended its legs and followed him up the path. Somehow Rincewind had expected the garden on the outcrop to be full of dead flowers, but it was in fact well kept and had obviously been planted by someone with an eye for colour, always provided the colour was deep purple, night black or shroud white. Huge lilies perfumed the air. There was a sundial without a gnomon in the middle of a freshly-scythed lawn. With the Luggage trailing behind him Rincewind crept along a path of marble chippings until he was at the rear of the cottage, and pushed open a door. Four horses looked at him over the top of their nosebags. They were warm and alive, and some of the best kept beasts Rincewind had ever seen. A big white one had a stall all to itself, and a silver and black harness hung over the door. The other three were tethered in front of a hay rack on the opposite wall, as if visitors had just dropped by. They regarded Rincewind with vague animal curiosity. The Luggage bumped into his ankle. He spun around nd hissed, 'Push off, you!' The Luggage backed away. It looked abashed. Rincewind tiptoed to the far door and cautiously pushed it open. It gave onto a stone-flagged passageway, which in turn opened onto a wide entrance hall. He crept forward with his back pressed tightly against a wall. Behind him the Luggage rose up on tiptoes and skittered along nervously. The hall itself . . . Well, it wasn't the fact that it was considerably bigger than the whole cottage had appeared from the outside that worried Rincewind; the way things were these days, he'd have laughed sarcastically if anyone had said you couldn't get a quart into a pint pot. And it wasn't the decor, which was Early Crypt and ran heavily to black drapes.