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vicea · 3 years

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dream merch discord recap (june 12, 2021) - disclaimer: i may have missed some things or mistakenly heard other things, apologies in advanced for that!

he has not played the new minecraft update

dream “knows” the date george is coming to florida but he’s not saying it :p

dream doesn’t have anyone muted on twitter

dream guesses his favorite disney princess is belle

sapnap has seen dream’s feet before

he’s not actually connor’s dad in the dsmp lore

dreamnap do not have nicknames for each other D:

dream likes olives but especially black olives

his mother makes homemade pickles

he doesn’t have a phone case

he has dropped his phone from his ear onto concrete in the parking lot before and the screen didn’t crack

dream has six fingers /j

he pours cereal first not milk when making cereal

dream calls sapnap nick most of the time :D

what’s your dream car? “idk the one that gets me to point A to point B consistently”

he finally fixed his sleep schedule, woke up at 8 am today

mrbeast owes dream a tesla because he never sent dream the audio file

dream is a very analytical person - he thinks with numbers/data

creativity is one his strengths that he is the most proud of

3 to 4 years ago, dream used to say george looks like shawn mendes a lot, now he doesn’t resemble him as much

patches is currently sleeping <3

swimming is very relaxing to dream, he swam the other day!

many houses in florida have pools than other places, even the cheapest houses in orlando have pools

dream has merchendise defects (misprints on merch) + milestone merch and he wants to give them away to those who live in orlando (probably to anyone but the event will be held in orlando) though he doesn’t want it to be a covid super-spreader thing so once you pick up your item you gotta dip. just all an idea though

he has been donating them to charity too though :)

dream has likely read Heroes of Olympus before a long time ago

he says that he’ll do a give away of his childhood books with his signature on it

he was obsessed with the series (Percy Jackson)

he really liked the Alex Rider series

has all of Maximum Ride books, 39 clues books

has read the legend series, the twilight series, and the maze runner

has all/read of the harry potter books, divergent, eragon

he would read all the time, to the point he would read more than one book a day (a book worm he says)

dream had a goal to read 200 books in a year and he wind up reading about 150

he doesn’t want to call it a library but- growing up he had something like that that had 600 or 700 or more books in it (privileged he admits it)

he has not read a book since he started youtube (about 2 years)

dream has a folder called Book that has his own writing in it

word count: 76000 words for one of his stories

another one he wrote 5 chapters of

he sounds very excited/embarrassed talking about the stories he wrote he’s so endearing

the very first paragraph of one of his stories (he was young when he wrote this) “What exactly is darkness? is it the lack of light? is it a pit of nothingness? ... your mind is full of darkness...” then he couldn’t continue.

the story is about a kid who wakes up in a cell and has no idea where he is with other people who are in the same situation

dream has a world building document

he has a sequel to the first book he has ever written

he found a query letter that he wrote because he wanted to get his book published- he finds it very funny

he’s calling himself a nerd but idk it’s kind of endearing

“as you can tell i’ve always been incredibly cool and not a nerd at all! ever.”

he cringes at his own old videos

dream took a lot of inspiration from witches and wizards by james patterson for writing

the story is written in a way where the main character is actually writing the story so you’re getting input from the main character during it. there’s a lot of sarcasm in it and it’s making dream laugh

very first person narrator

he feels like it’d be very cool if he were to publish his works he wrote when he was 16 on amazon or something but he probably never would because he’d have to read through all of it and it’s just embarrassing for him

dream used to video call sapnap fairly frequently- even before youtube

he strictly remembers, a very long time (at least 7 to 9 years) ago he was at his old childhood house he video called sapnap. he was wearing a (technically) suit and he remembers specifically that he was giving sap a tour...

“snazzy in a suit”

he had no reason to put on the suit (wow time is a flat circle huh)

drista is pretty close to sapnap’s height, she’s like 5′7″ but sap is still taller than her

dream filmed the whole thing when he and sapnap met but... it’s... gone because when he was clipping that one clip for twitter... it edited the whole video

he’s sure when they meet up with george they will film that too :D

DREAM IS PRETTY SURE THAT HE AND GEORGE WILL MEET THIS YEAR-- HE SAYS A 95% CERTAINTITY the five percent is like either restrictions or visa issues

dream does not play any instruments but he had a guitar hanging on his wall when he was younger...

dream is convinced they’re the same height but also sapnap is probably taller??

they had george compare his height to a door frame and dreamnap were googling for any doorframes to find any possible chance that george is taller than 5′8″ ... nothing came up

there’s a chance they’re both lying about being 5′8″

sap and george will literally just show up in stilts to prove they’re taller than each other /j

dream without shoes is between 6′2″ and 6′3″ with shoes he’s 6′3.5″

dream is talking about awesamdude’s fake height arc again LOL

dreamnap are very private people so they don’t bother each other but george doesn’t care and would just barge into their rooms and start bothering them- they were all joking about that over a voice call

he will visit europe

he thinks that greece would be a cool place to visit because sapnap’s family is from there :) so it’ll be like a nice “treat” to go back with sap :D

dream isn’t entirely sure that the dream team meet up will happen this year but he’s working out the details because he wants to make sure it’s safe

he’s talking to youtube about his face reveal

it’s up to george if he wants to eat healthy when they finally move in

dream just has a lot of meat and vegetables in his house

spinach with chicken is good

not much fruit (only apples and tomatoes)

“DRISTA IS 5″ is trending on twitter LOL (her height got cut off)

dream doesn’t want people flying to different places because he doesn’t want to encourage travel so he wants to do all of the meet ups with a two day heads up at most

he thinks that it’s awesome that ranboo and tubbo are meeting soon !! :D

it’s very cool to dream to see how far everyone’s has come since the beginning of the dsmp. everyone has done so much

dream finalized his youtube plan a couple weeks before he uploaded his video and he was talking to drista about how he was gonna be a big youtuber in a parking lot :”)

she was the first person he really ever talked to about it

dream would love to teach george how to drive it’d be really funny :D (a very good video or a livestream idea)

dream knows how to ride a bike, he used to have to bike to school

he can’t explain dnf.gay he has no clue he is not responsible. sapnap was the one who found it LOL. he is adamantly exclaiming that it was not him

dream doesn’t worry about views/likes/dislikes a lot- mainly views but that’s for the new uploads

he hasn’t uploaded in like a month and a half (*cries*)

he wants to stream at some point but he doesn’t know when

he wants to play geoguessr but not now... he doesn’t want to alt stream rn- maybe tomorrow!

he is insisting that the splash text on his minecraft home screen is by callahan

he asked callahan to send him bunch of text files that are dream team related so that the splash can rotate through it but callahan thought it was funny (it is) to put only dreamnotfound <3 so it doesn’t ever change at all and dream doesn’t even know how to change and he has asked callahan to change it but he said no (even though dream pays him LMAO)

the video referenced in the padilla’s video is still in the works, it might be handed over to sapnap though !

he has no idea if he will be in MCC pride yet

padilla got dream’s input for the video, dream found him to be a very nice guy ! :) it’s the first interview that dream did that wasn’t by a person with a negative opinion of dream

dream felt relaxed doing the interview with padilla

?????? he’s blaming callahan for his “dnfisreal” nickname in bedwars

he’s blaming callahan for a lot of dnf-related stuff

callahan runs the dream fanart account thus the liking of dnf content

he’s so insistent that it was callahan

dream admits that he was lying about the twitter and other stuff but for sure callahan did code the splash text in LOL

dream liking that tweet “the chances of george doing a hot tub stream is the same of dnf dating” was “funny” he wasnt trying to do any commentary...

the inside joke of “oh it’s all just a joke to you” originates from george and sapnap actually always fighting (like them yelling and shouting at each other) and george said something really mean and sapnap was hurt then geroge said “it was just a joke” and sapnap replied with that line and ever since then it’s been a meme LOL

he says that everyone does the hand-on-the-passenger-seat-while-reversing thing

dream is offline raiding with his chat with 6k people

dream appreciates us and will talk to us soon!

#dreamwastaken #dreamblr #long post #really long post xd #summary #not really a summary... literally just everything he said #merch discord

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itsmoonphobic · 3 years

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Dream SMP characters and my interpretation of them:

-Techno: The smell of Dirt and soil,blood,wine and old books. Silk pillowcases,golden jewelry,mosaics,stained fingertips, grand staircases,scented candles,storyteller,lazy smiles, secretive,slow dancing,sad resting face,elegant language,cold weather,confident,doubts himself,philosophy, messy braids,glowdust flakes, poetry,graceful movements,neat and cursive handwriting, greek mythology, oriental music,pale skin,libraries,sarcasm, long-lasting friendships,quotes,frosted windows,layering clothes, know-it-all,rude but endearing,pile of papers,cherry blossoms,muted colors,overthinks everything,devotion,logical thinking,insomniac,scattered mind,castle walls,laid back,tired eyes,long debates,show over tell,lingering touches,rulebreaker, dirty palms,old movies freezing feet,old habits,late nights studying,early riser,skips meals,eye bags,tea with milk,velvet jackets,dimly lit by streetlights,ancient wood floors,flowy curtains,art museums, gravely morning voice,echos in the middle of nowhere,sleepy whispers,nostalgia everywhere,red lipstick stains,loves animal more than people,calm and quiet, healing stones,parked car conversations,sharp jaw,obsessed with memes,violins,doves, doves,floats instead of walks,unbroken promises,twisting and winding hair around fingers,nail biting, repeating phrases,mist secret scars,rumors,always wearing earphones,metaphorical, emotions fragile as a flower, speaks with his eyes,fluttery eyelashes,dog lover,forehead kisses,calligraphy,pretty knives,cares too much,lopsided grins,messy desks,talks for hours no,rolling his eyes all the time,powerful strides,wants to conquer the world,slender hands,good grades, dusty book covers,wax stamped envelopes,vintage mirrors

-Phil: The smell of cold air,pine trees and sandalwood.Dead birds and mothballs,stops on the sidewalk to make sure nobody is left behind,morning person,herbal teas,crows,eats breakfast outside,constellations,family portraits on walls, chirping and whistling,crime documentaries,cool father figure, graveyards,weeping angels,meteor shower,many friends but only a single close one,contagious laugh,fragile teacups,fog, early mornings,fuzzy blankets,springs of thyme,bare feet, empty streets,rosemary stems,flickering lanterns,burnt wood bowls,feather collector,antique silverware,a sky full of stars, skylights,torn pages,overstuffed bookshelves,makes you feel comfortable whenever you talk to him,organized,full of ideas, believes in magic,gives the best advice,lost in his own way, warm hugs,scrapbooks and bullet journals,old cars,soft features,daydreaming,bright eyes,getting lost in the woods,moonlight,self knitted sweaters, stargazing on tailgates,the universe,hand in hand with wandering hearts, garage sales,questioning life but feeling at peace,attic bedrooms and haylofts,pursuing science and desiring art, photo albums,hopeless romantic,dark chocolate,open windows and quirky morning rituals,actually knows what brunch is, succulents,a kind-hearted loner,free-spirit,plaid button-ups, always ready to let you rant,abandons projects quickly, complicated past,bold moves,goes with the flow,aims for things that seem unachievable,lives in extremes,knowing smiles,constantly busy with something new,soft touches,love at first sight,naps alot,subsequent tea stains,sparkly eyes, abandoned barns,handwritten notes,feather quills,fascination with the sky,whispering secrets to the wind,great with kids, takes a backpack everywhere,hugs trees,big winter coats,road trips,knows tons of medical info,bites his nails,comforting presence,lost souls,city lights from a high rise

-Wilbur: The smell of fire,smoke,caramel and coffee. Stands up for people who can't for themselves,emotional wreck,loves his family too much but still yells at them,soft turtlenecks,sits in different spots every time he eats dinner,chipped nailpolish, songwriter,probably depressed,wakes up in the middle of the night to write down random thoughts,heartbroken teenager songs,dark psychology and deep meanings,globes and maps, wants to travel and make lots of memories,curls of steam, earbuds in,spattered ink,good singer,keeps to himself,old music and dusty vinyl,the type of person that you could stare at for hours,loud laugh,ride or die,dreams about his future, believes in fresh starts and new beginnings, messy and tangled hair,summer nights,soft features,deep thinker and dimples, having crushes,musicals and theater, half finished diaries and laptop stickers,mixtapes,quirky love notes, secretly kinda insane,always ready for coffee,thrift shops, beachy waves, bonfires,probably drives too fast,cutoff jeans, cream and sugar,nude colors,always creating new problems for himself, fights for equality,long debates and tired eyes, tapping a rhythm and humming quietly,spends all his time on social media,beanie galore,trench coats,foggy glasses,cozy sweaters, dancing around his room to the Beatles,looking out the window when the sun is setting,birkenstocks,guitar strumming on a warm summer evening,bells and chimes,subtle sadness, the feeling of diving into a deep pool,perfect proportions,too many playlists,holding hands,pretty boy,sew on patches and bomber jackets,candid photos,warm sun on bare skin,dancing silhouettes on the sunsets,beach walks at midnight,messy but cozy room,different mood every minute,singing his favorite song at the top of his lungs,sharp grins,haunted houses, paranormal stuff,late night snack runs with friends,explores creeks and lakes,double checks everything he does,walking through hot sand,backyard campfires,acoustic songs,photo booths,train platforms at night,s'mores,sun bleached arbors

-Tommy: The smell of plastic,fresh cut grass and musk. Does the bare minimum at School,unless genuinely interested in a topic,doodles on the side of his paper,movie marathons,empty coca cola bottles everywhere,rope swings,glossy nailpolish,lots of energy,life of the party, kidcore ,can always make you laugh,loves photography,eyestrain and bright colors,bruised knees and untied shoelaces,paperballs in class,brand new red converse,denim jackets,pins and clips,chalk drawings in the middle of the road,every text contains emojis, garden sprinklers,graffiti,wreck this journal,vibrant dyed hair, scribbles and highlighter pens,carnivals,involed in many things, watermelon flavored anything,loves to climb trees,screaming on playgrounds,oversized t-shirts,stained glass windows, anklets,skateboards and hula hoops,milkshakes on the front porch,social butterfly,always in a hurry,pinkie promises,tangled headphones,melted crayons and gummy bears,bean bags and hummingbirds,spinning around till he gets dizzy,chaotic and crazy yet so fun to be around,rushing into things too quickly, roller coasters and derbies,doesn't get knocked back by criticism,cans of fizzy drinks and neon lights,skips school,tye dye shirts and nitendo games,impulse and class clown,sticks stickers on stranger's things,pickpockets his close friends,has to carry a walkie-talkie around with him at all times,sleepovers and sneaking out through windows,pockets full of change and random buttons,stands out in crowds and makes friends easily, pretends to be fearless but is scared of the littlest things,trips and rips his jeans daily,uno cards,social butterfly,music discs, fights with his family but would actually kill for them,broken handwriting,flannels and jerseys around his waist

-Tubbo: The smell of honey,fresh bread and citrus. Lowkey soft, hugging a teddy bear,pressed flowers,eats alot of bread,big hoodies,fairy lights and blanket forts,prank calls while holding in your laughter,beeswax candles,sidewalk dandelions,gentle cuddles on the couch,pastel yellow and cute doodles,flower crowns and diasy chains,plays the ukulele,fascinated by bees and supports local coffee shops,outdoorsy sunshine addict, sparklers and iced lemonade,festivals with fireworks and fireflies in mason jars,homework done as soon as its assigned, watercolor paintings,giggling uncontrollably,long hugs and lazy cartoon afternoons,park dates and forehead kisses,cutting pants into shorts,messy wild hair and pear lollipops,has tiny random braids decorated with golden yarn,hearing the crinkle of leaves underfoot,suprise piggy back rides,adult swim shows and lip gloss stains,being goofy without meaning to,bounces in his step and stops to pet stray animals,baked bread and washi tape bracelets,bike rides and summer picnics,rolling down a hill in the spring and bringing home grass stains on his jeans, waving at someone across a crowded room,spontaneous hang outs and self made clay rings,sitting in the warm sunlit grass on early spring mornings,rock painting and hiding them for other people to find,picking apples from trees but needing to be held up in order to reach one

-Ranboo: The smell of peppermint tea,denim and rain. Is there for everyone but never themselves,regrets things they said but can never find the nerves to apologize,clumps of mascara and winged eyeliner,writes down every tiny thing in notebooks, loves children and their friends,forgetting that they already grabbed a waterbottle,drawing on condensation windows,rainy days and puddles,always on the edge of a breakdown,elevator music and long limbs,old tape recordings and cassettes,moss covered ruins and greenhouses,wanting to be in multiple places at the same time,different colored socks,long hugs and head pats,reading under the covers,collages and spray paint,record players and walks alone through the woods,loves playing by creeks and collecting stones,always wondering and worrying about things they shouldn't,vivid dreams and leather jackets, silver necklaces and piercings,snoozing their alarm clock, seeing the moon in the early morning,blurry photographs and windswept hair,downpours and comfortable silence,wrapping gifts and handing them over with shaking hands,sitting on a rooftop and spontaneous plans,lofi sounds and long train roads,deja vu moments,randomly dissapears and sipping tea, cold concrete and city parks,tickets and brochures from places they visited,dusty parchment and desperately trying to be a good person,wikipedia articles and lace-up boots,often loses track of time while talking to people they love,sings to the radio and avoids conflict if possible,can't sit still for five minutes, perpetually in an emo phase and knows more than they let on, hawaiian shirts,henna tattoos and sparkling water,sleeping in complete darkness and the relief of falling into bed,midnight thunderstorms and anticipation for the coming day,lucky charms and the sound of rain hitting the windows

-Dream: The smell of apples,eucalyptus,vanilla and green tea. Freckles and smiley faces,glow sticks and wrinkled linen, probably a really good singer,wild laughter and jellyfish, popular,tanned skin and cruising with the top down,doesn't take shit from anyone,analytical and self assured,beachy waves and dreamy sunsets,running barefoot,likes being active and on the go at all times,sassy and dramatic as fuck,dream catchers and hammocks,glow in the dark stickers on his phonecase, feisty and a sense of danger,brought home stray cats when he was a child,falling in love with strangers,waking up early and continue laying on the bed,golden hours and 4pm naps,soft aching hands burried in messy hair,center of attention,static and heavy breathing,old percy jackson books under the bed, throwing pebbles at the closed windows of his friends' room, retro diners at 2am,adrenaline junkie and nighttime thriver,will go insane if cooped up indoors for too long,deadlines till last minute,oversleeping and coming home past midnight,naturally a really good surfer,hugs from behind and neck kisses,checking the fridge at 1am,ice cream in bed and cat cuddles,always picks up over facetime

Might make more parts for some of the other guys :)

#mcyt #minecraft youtubers #minecraft #tommyinnit #dreamsmp #wilbursoot #philza #mcytblr #sbi #technoblade #dream #dreamwastaken #ranboo #tubbo #moon is back with all of his awesomeness losers #long post

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selkiewife · 3 years

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For the commentary track meme!

Theon continues to carry Ice to executions as ten name days turn into eleven and then twelve. It is a great honor to squire for the Lord of Winterfell and Theon wants to make him proud. The others think it is an undeserved honor for the dirty Ironborn hostage ward. But he will show them that an Ironborn is as honorable as any Stark. He will smile like Dagmer to show them he is unafraid.

Mikken, the blacksmith, has told him that the Ice is forged from Valyrian steel, but it still feels as heavy as ordinary steel to Theon. Heavier, in truth. And as he trails behind the cold imposing form of Lord Stark on execution days, he wonders:

Who will carry Ice for him to his execution?

Mayhaps Robb? If he’s old enough… He hopes it won’t be Snow.

Will he have to carry it himself? Carry the sword to his own execution? That seems exceptionally cruel though, and Lord Stark is not an unkind man. He has even praised his skill with the bow and given him the rare smile once or twice.

Mayhaps he can persuade Lord Stark to drown him in the black pool in the Godswood instead of beheading him? The pool is freshwater, not salt. But it still might allow him to enter the Drowned God’s halls. Lord Stark already uses that pool to clean Ice, Theon has often spied him doing so after an execution. If Lord Stark drowns him, there will be no blood for him to clean from his sword or his hands.

The Greenlanders think that drowning is barbaric but the Ironborn know better. Drowning is horrible at first, but after a time, the waters calm and carry you as if you were safe inside your mother’s womb. And then you see your loved ones, calling you to the Drowned God’s halls, calling you home.

He resolves to ask Lord Stark to execute him by drowning if his father rebels again. Yet the words never seem to rise to his lips. Nor do his other questions for Lord Stark.

Questions like, what is the best way to place your head onto the block?

He notices that some men face the block head on, with their chins flush against the wood, so that the sword strikes the center of the back of their necks. But some turn their head to the side, with their ear against the block, so that the sword meets the side of the neck first. Why? Which is better? Many times he tries to ask Lord Stark, but the words won’t come.

One night he notices the stool in his room is shaped similar to the blocks used at the executions. He drops to his knees and pulls the stool toward him with trembling hands. But which way should he place his head? He tries both ways. First with his chin resting against the top of the stool. Then with his cheek resting against it. He reckons it is more comfortable the second way. He could almost pretend that he was drifting off to sleep.

@team-mom-wannabe asked about Don’t Lose Your Head from this meme

Ahhhh! Thank you so so much for sending this in!

Okay so this section (and really this whole fic lol) was the perfect unholy marriage between my angst about Theon having to grow up fearing that he may be executed at any point, and my own obsessive thoughts about death- and weirdly enough, death by beheading. (The rest is under the cut since it got long)

And I feel like I should tag @julie-slamdrews in this because she can attest to my obsession about beheadings lol. Ever since I was a child, executions like burning at the stake or beheadings fascinated and horrified me- so much that I would become fixated on them in an unhealthy way. And I dealt with this by acting out executions with my neighbor. So we would play, “Burned at the Stake” or “Guillotine.”

But getting back to Theon, this whole section of him carrying the sword and wanting to do a good job and make Ned proud vs. having these intrusive, obsessive thoughts about his own future execution was born out of my deep frustration that a lot of people still say that Theon was “adopted” by Ned. And I’ve said this before and I know I’lll have to say it again. But adoption should never end in decapitation. Seriously, what adoption do you know that would end in the adoptive parents killing their adopted kid if the birth parents did something wrong. Like???????????

And now look, I am not saying that Theon did not develop familial feelings with the Starks and they with him in some cases (such as Robb.) That is called just being human and trying to find humanity in a fucked up situation. But it doesn’t negate that it was a horrible situation for him to be in. And fearing death- fearing that your parents will not care enough about you to keep you safe (by not rebelling) or that the people you are growing up with would put you to death... That is a fucked up situation that is going to do a number on anyone.

And I know people say, “Well, that was just how it was back then, in medieval inspired Westeros.” And yeah that’s true. And with this section, I am kind of leaning into that idea. The normalization of fucked up things. In fact, Theon has normalized his situation to the extent that he is wondering about how to bring his concerns about his possible execution up to Ned in the most casual way possible.

I also wanted to show that it is completely possible that Ned made Theon carry the sword to make him feel special and to give him a special job. Which is heartbreaking in its own way. But, again, even though his intentions might have been good, it is still fucked up and it definitely fucked Theon up, whether he meant to or not.

The section where Theon wants to be drowned instead of beheaded is there to show that Theon really does come from a completely different culture than the north but also that he is already beginning to romanticize the culture he has been taken from. And also, Theon is already sort of trying to combine both cultures by desiring to be drowned in the Godswood pool. And then, this section also just shows Theon’s chaotic nature- that he truly believes Ned might think it’s a “win, win” to drown Theon since it would save him the messy clean up lol. I also personally could never imagine Ned drowning anyone lmao.

But there is a part of Theon that feels like he can’t actually ask theses questions. Partly because of how distant and stern Ned is and partly because Theon doesn’t really want to face this possibility himself- which is why Theon eventually turns to denial in order to not have to deal with these fears.

The part where Theon is wondering what is the best way to place his head on the block: This part comes directly from watching the Tudors and experiencing my brain melt over the fact that there were two ways beheadings happened on that show THAT WERE NOT EVER EXPLAINED lol.

After watching that show, I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out why some people held their head forward and some leaned their heads to the side to be executed. I was never able to find a good explanation, but a friend of mine mentioned that if you lay your head down so that the axe meets the side of your neck first, that would likely be an easier slice. I did notice that people were beheaded almost exclusively with the neck to the side in the later episodes of the Tudors. So maybe this was suppose to give a nod to the fact that the executioners of Tudor England eventually realized that this was a cleaner execution. This idea is also supported by the fact that the French swordsman wanted Anne Boleyn to be distracted so that she turned her head the right way for the cleanest cut. However, I never really found out if the way you hold your head on the block really matters. Theon didn’t really either though, since he couldn’t bring himself to ask so... it worked out lol.

The thing about Theon “rehearsing” his death was inspired by Catherine Howard who asked for the block to be brought to her cell the night before her execution so that she may know how to place herself upon it. But I also thought that would be such an incredibly Theon thing to do- to rehearse for his death and make sure everything was just so- so that people would say, “the lad died well,” afterwards. 💔

Thank you so so much for this ask! It was fun to try to explain what the hell I was thinking while writing this fic lol.

#theon greyjoy #theon fic #asoiaf fic #asoiaf #my fic #ask answered #team-mom-wannabe #tw decapitation #tw death #tw obsessive thoughts of death

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jojotichakorn · 3 years

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Don't take this the wrong way but I'm surprised you already posted memes about Light On Me and didn't criticize anything in it once.

kgjkdfjkgkldfjglkfd don't worry, i understand what you mean. i am probably this fandom's loudest critic, which is why interacting with bl content is like playing minesweeper for me at this point, because i keep stumbling upon people who have me blocked.

anyway, i don't think there's anything to criticize. there you go - shocker, right? archer is suddenly not petty OR annoying. /j but seriously, i just loved everything about it, and i don't think any questionable decisions were really that questionable.

are love triangles an overused and kinda stupid trope? yes. is it hella fun and engaging? also yes. listen, i grew up watching twilight, the hunger games, dawson's creek, reign, the vampire diaries, AND im an avid soap watcher. i'm sure you can guess what all these have in common. and the love triangle in light on me is probably the best executed one out of all i've seen.

i wasn't the biggest fan of so hee basically being martin from svha, except not hated by the narrative. but what she did was 110% depicted as wrong, and her storyline is a good lesson about how being obsessed with your crush and entitled about your feelings towards them is not normal, which they have shown very clearly.

don't take any of my little jabs at this drama seriously. like yeah, showing a poly relationship, or having so hee be aroace, or anything more queer would have been great, but that's because things being more queer is always great. except that's basically an eternal pool of wants and wishes because believe me not a single fucking media that exists out there is even remotely as queer as it could be, except for maybe like a few podcasts. and this is a drama from south korea - just a few years ago, they literally only had ONE drama with gay main characters. ONE. they are moving with lightning speed considering the fact that dramas like lom are discussing coming out and bullying of queer kids and saying the word gay out loud. this is fucking HUGE.

people might not realize it because of how much i complain (and in how many words), but i literally have never in my life asked for anything more than the bare minimum, and i'm always the first to praise any sort of progress. my two biggest points of criticism of anything ever are always non-consensual shit and awful fucking parents that aren't held accountable for how awful they are. and i don't think the presence of consent and the lack of constant excusing of abusive parents is too much to ask.

like i'm the last person to sit here and hold queer media to unreasonably high standards, because that's a huge fucking mistake and i don't ever want to make it. so yes everybody, LIGHT ON ME IS GOOD. and it's not just good, it's a good high school queer korean drama. i'm glad it exists, thank u very much.

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for the 5 times meme! wei wuxian, losing things

i looked at this prompt and thought “oh i could go so angsty with this” and then tried to find as much fluff potential as possible 😂 thank you so, so much for sending this in, i adored writing it! i added a plus one time he finds something!

give me a character, and a situation, and I’ll write you 5 ficlets on 5 times that situation occurred

#1) Lotus Pods “See, this is how you take the seeds out.” Jiang Cheng sat on the bank of the river and Wei Wuxian crouched at his side. Wei Wuxian wasn’t quite sure what to think of his new brother’s often surprising temper, but he had decided that he very much liked having a brother anyway. “Now you try.”

Wei Wuxian looked down at the lotus pod in his own hands. He carefully tried to pluck out a seed as Jiang Cheng had shown him, but it slipped to fall on the ground.

“It’s okay, you can have some of mine,” Jiang Cheng said, holding out a seed.

Wei Wuxian cupped his hand and Jiang Cheng carefully put the seed in it. He ate it with a smile. It was still odd (and wonderful!) to be able to eat food even when he wasn’t hungry. “Thanks!”

“Hmph,” Jiang Cheng said, which meant ‘you’re very welcome’ Wei Wuxian was pretty sure. “Go pick more pods, I’ll get the seeds and we can bring them to shijie.”

“Okay!” He scrambled up, being careful not to knock over the basket they brought. Taking off his shoes and rolling up his pants, he splashed into the water. He began picking pods, but dropped them after just a moment as he called, “I see a frog!”

“Really? Where?” Jiang Cheng left the shore and carefully waded his way.

“Shh, right in front of me, behind some leaves,” Wei Wuxian whispered. “Should I catch it?”

“Bet you can’t,” Jiang Cheng challenged.

Glancing over his shoulder he saw the other boy was smiling. Grinning back, Wei Wuxian called, “I bet I can catch more frogs than you can!” before diving into the lotuses, the pods he’d already picked floating forgotten (and later lost) in the water.

#2) A Drawing

Wei Wuxian dug around his spare clothes, tossing them to the side.

“Aren’t you supposed to be packing?” Nie Huaisang asked, appearing to lean against the doorway.

“He is,” Jiang Cheng, the traitor, said from his side of the room.

“I will, I will, I just need to find something first!” Wei Wuxian said, looking around.

“What’re you looking for?” Nie Huaisang moved closer, ignoring the way Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes.

“It’s nothing really!” Wei Wuxian said but not loud enough to cover Jiang Cheng.

“A picture for ‘Lan Zhan’.” The name was said in Jiang Cheng’s rude (in Wei Wuxian’s opinion) imitation of Wei Wuxian’s voice. He didn’t sound like that!

Nie Huaisang gave a little laugh. “Oh really? And why would an esteemed Jade of Lan want that?��

“No reason,” Wei Wuxian said quickly. It was a drawing of some of the rabbits from the cave. That way Lan Wangji could have a reminder of them and of the promises the two of them made together. Wei Wuxian remembered the way Lan Wangji smiled at the lantern art.

“Of course.” Nie Huaisang was covering a smile with their fan. “Did it fall behind the bed?”

Wei Wuxian stopped digging through his clothes and tugged the bed a little way from the wall. Sure enough, the paper had slipped behind. He pulled it out triumphantly, before carefully holding it so neither Nie Huaisang nor Jiang Cheng could see what was on it. They wouldn’t understand.

“You’re welcome,” Nie Huaisang said, and then looked from one brother to the other. “Any other way I can be of help?”

“No, you’ve done enough damage,” Jiang Cheng grumbled. “Though I guess now he will pack.”

“I need to give this to Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian hurried out of the room.

Nie Huaisang’s laughter and Jiang Cheng’s cursing could be heard from behind him as Wei Wuxian navigated the Cloud Recesses one more time. He hoped Lan Wangji would smile again.

#3) Chenqing “You lost your spiritual tool,” Wen Qing asked flatly.

“I wouldn’t say lost it...” Wei Wuxian tried to persuade. He was washing a-Yuan’s clothes at the moment and Wen Qing had appeared to drop her own and Granny’s on the pile for him to clean as well. “I just don’t have it right now.”

“Can’t you feel it?” Wen Qing asked.

Wei Wuxian didn’t really like talking about his connection to Chenqing (and it would only make her worry), so he joked instead. “I think the blood pool ate it!”

“The blood pool didn’t eat it.” She settled on a rock near him.

Wei Wuxian was glad to see her taking even a little bit of a break. Wen Qing had been using so much of her energy healing all the Wens. None of them had been in good shape. “Maybe Uncle planted it?” he offered next

“No.” She hadn’t laughed, but the tension in her face lessened.

“It would grow and make cursed fruit,” Wei Wuxian chatted on, turning to focus on some dirt that was packed into the knees of a-Yuan’s pants. “Then we can have cursed fruit wine and sell it at a high price!”

“Who would want to buy cursed wine?” She took the wet clothes when he passed them to her and set them on a different nearby rock to dry.

“Someone who has already had too much regular wine?” he mused.

“Alright, but how do we sell it to a vendor?”

Wei Wuxian thought that over. “We’ll just have to open an inn. Be our own vendor.” Finally, she gave a little snort of laughter. He turned away to hide his own smile.

“I see. I’ll inform Uncle of the plans.” Wen Qing stood then, stretching. “Get some rest after you finish here.”

“Only if you do the same!”

“We’re both going to die of exhaustion,” she declared with a sigh as she wandered away.

#4) a-Yuan “A-Yuan!” Why did he always have to run off when Wei Wuxian was trying to buy potatoes? Had Wen Qing trained him to do this to prevent him from bringing potatoes home? If so, it was a very clever tactic.

Wei Wuxian moved through the crowd, swallowing down the hope that once more Lan Wangji would appear and save the day. That was something that would only happen once in their lives.

“A-Yuan!” He came around the corner to find a-Yuan was playing with two kids who seemed to be close to him in age. They were all playing with little grass butterflies, which was probably what attracted a-Yuan away from Wei Wuxian in the first place.

A young woman who was nearby spotted him and came over. “Are you his dad?”

Wei Wuxian nodded because the truth was too complicated and there was something that longed for her simple question to be that truth.

She smiled. “Oh good, I was worried where he might have come from when my girls got his attention. Sorry, they gave you a scare.”

“As long as he’s safe,” Wei Wuxian smiled back. “We don’t live in town, so he doesn’t get to play much with other kids.”

“Ah, I wondered why you didn’t look familiar,” she said. “He’s been very good and gentle. He’s a very sweet kid.”

“Yes, he is. Thank you,” Wei Wuxian felt something calm in his heart. A-Yuan’s smile... that was why they had done all of this. This was what made all their hardships worth it, seeing a-Yuan grow and learn and be happy.

Now if only he could teach the kid to stop wandering away...

#5) A Teacup Wei Wuxian stared at the table and frowned, hands on his hips. He had wanted to surprise Lan Wangji by putting together a meal for them to share (and making sure it wasn’t spicy at all). Lan Wangji had been so busy with his new duties and Wei Wuxian knew how much his husband could use a break. A quiet evening together would be the perfect surprise.

But one of the teacups was missing. Wei Wuxian crouched and looked to see if it had rolled under the table and then looked under all the other furniture in the room. The little white cup was nowhere to be seen.

He could take out their second set, but he had already put food in this one. It would be silly to mess more dishes just for things to be “perfect.” Sighing, Wei Wuxian took out just a cup from the other set and placed it.

Lan Wangji didn’t comment on it when they sat together to eat, serving each other with the ease of ever-growing familiarity. His husband did smile, as if having a private joke, at the black teacup among the rest of the white dishes.

Ah.

Wei Wuxian hid his own smile as he drank from the cup itself. The parallel was pretty funny, now that he thought of it.

+1) A Home The early fall evening held the hint of coming chill, a crispness that was refreshing after the summer. Wei Wuxian breathed in deeply as he tended to the lotuses he and Lan Wangji had coaxed into growing among the rest of the garden.

The Cloud Recesses were quiet around him but for Lan Wangji’s playing, which wrapped out from the open Jingshi door. But Wei Wuxian remembered the sound of his little Lan students’ soft laughter, the sounds that were always coming from the communal kitchen during the day, and the sound of practice swords striking or music being perfected. The Cloud Recesses were rarely as quiet as their rules would imply.

Wei Wuxian leaned back on his heels to turn his gaze down toward the buildings that the Jingshi was set apart from. What filled him was contentment. He didn’t feel trapped, as his teen self would have pictured. He was older now, had been through a lot more and sometimes the quiet was nice. Soothing. Other times, it was fun to try and figure out how to flex those Lan rules. Kept his mind sharp!

Wei Wuxian was apprehensive to think of this as home. He had lost too many homes before. But as the years passed and he found himself with a place he would always be welcome... where kids laughed, where he got to be with his husband, where he got to see their son and nephew often, where Wen Ning has his own little space within walking distance... It was becoming harder and harder to resist the truth.

He’d found another home. Maybe this time, he’d get to keep it.

#wangxian #wei wuxian #jiang cheng #lan wangji #wen qing #jiang sibs #lan yuan #nhs also appears!#my fic #a answers #i hope you enjoy :D #okay this was a great break from nanowrimo #should i have taken a break? who knows!#a talks #i have stared at so many words these last weeks i hope i didn't miss horrible spelling issues

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batfam-all-the-way · 5 years

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A list of thing in Tim’s camera roll

A screenshot of a snapchat from Duke: Duke’s half face is a blur laughing, the camera is angled to show Dick hanging from one leg from the chandelier, Damian is behind him mid sipping from a teacup, completely uncaring while Stephanie’s phone camera is pointed at Dick. Behind all of them Alfred is looking directly at the camera, completely fed up.

A photo of Alfred holding a tray of cookies high above his head as Damian and Steph reach for the tray, Jason hanging upside down from the top of the frame holding 3 cookies

A screenshot of an internet search image: The search bar reads Red Robin. The photo is of Spoiler effortless wielding her staff, taking up most of the screen, with Red Robin’s face a blur, screaming, just visible over her shoulder in the background.

A photo of Kon wearing a Red Robin shirt, flipping off an anti-vigilante reporter

A photo of Damian, whole face taking up the frame, with a hand from someone off camera (Dick’s) smooshing his cheeks as he glares

A video of Red Hood swinging onto a roof top, yelling “Vibe check!” And full body slamming into a big villain

A snapchat screen recording from Dick of Jason dancing in the bathroom mirror to Ariana Grande, seeing Dick and screaming

A selfie of Bart, Kon and Tim

A screenshot from Cass’ snapchat story of Tim pouring red bull into a coffee pot, timestamped 3am, a blurred Steph lurching to stop him

A video of Kon as Superboy yelling at the camera “I may not be able to fly, but can superman do this?” Then leaping at a building and slamming face first into the brick wall and denting the building

A snapchat photo he sent to Kon of Jon smiling, face squished as Damian pushes him away with Damian pulling his signature grumpy face, captioned “Superbrat and Batbrat at it again”

A photo of Jason in long sleeve robin pyjamas wearing his red hood helmet and holding a spatula

A screenshot from youtube of Duke physically holding Cass back as she tries to fight a very alarmed reporter with a Wayne Enterprises Interview logo in the corner

A video of the group playing scrabble. The camera zooms in on Tim’s letters which are V,W,V,X,Y,P,R, then zooms in on the scrabble board and the word F*CK, then zooms out. Cass is sitting face down on the table, across from her Steph is eating Ramen noodles. Behind the board Jason and Dick are yelling at one another. The audio is an argument about whether or not swear words are allowed

A photo of Kon in the Red Robin suit and Tim wearing his Superboy shirt

A series of group photos including:

A snapchat photo with a Happy Halloween sticker in the corner of the kids dressed up, Jason as Green Lantern, Steph as The Flash, Cass as Aquaman, Duke as Cyborg, Damian as Batman, Tim as Superman and Dick as Wonder Woman

A selfie Steph took of them all in Santa hats, Damian being held in place by Dick

A photo Bruce took of a group hug with Alfred in the middle

2 framed family portraits from the manor, One with Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian and Cass all being series and one with them plus Steph, Barbara, Alfred and Duke all pulling funny faces

About 100 batfamily memes

A photo he found of a very tiny, 10 year old, recently adopted Dick Grayson

A series of photos from a pool party ranging from a group photo with all the Waynes and friends to a photo of Dick floating on a pool bed with Jason mid-jump above him

#dc #Tim drake #Tim drake-wayne #batfam #batfamily #mine #headcannons #HCs #wayne family #camera roll

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engagemachine · 4 years

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“Tell me a secret” 🤫

Taylor was bouncing on the balls of her feet, her lower lip caught between her teeth, looking up at him with her little smile that made her eyes so bright and pretty. She had been particularly animated that day, skipping around the house, trailing at his heels. Wouldn’t shut up. She’d gone to the pool earlier, come home all flushed and sunburnt and smelling like sunblock and salt-water chlorine. He didn’t hate it, not when she’d tugged off her terry cloth swimsuit cover and padded around the bathroom with the door half cracked, still talking. He’d watched her from the couch, head dipped low, his chin nearly touching his shoulder, staring at her from beneath his brows.

She moved behind the door to peel off her wet swimsuit, unaware that he could see her reflection in the mirror, still chattering away as he watched the knobs popping along her spine when she bent down to shimmy out of the bottom half of her bikini.

“And then he did a cannonball right in front of the lifeguard after the lifeguard had told him not to, and they had to call the security guards to make him leave the pool!” she exclaimed. He could see her in the mirror, smiling as she finished her story, and he couldn’t help but smirk. So easy. Didn’t take much to make his girl happy.

She emerged from the bathroom with her hair pulled over her shoulder, running a brush through the tangles. Her oversized t-shirt, the white one, so bright against her pink-tan skin, swam around the tops of her thighs.

She made as if she was going to depart to the kitchen, but he wanted her near him instead.

“Come here,” he said, gesturing for her with a jerk of his head.

It delighted him, the way she obeyed without question, how eager she was just to bask in his presence, breath the same air as him, chase the sinewy edges of his shadow.

She skipped towards him, and when she was close enough, he nodded to the space of floor in front of him.

“Sit right there,” he said.

She looked at him, a little confused, but did what he asked, plopping right down on the carpet in front of him, legs crossed Indian-style. He was sitting on the edge of the couch, legs spread. She looked up at him, awaiting further instruction, but he was just looking at her. Enjoying her compliance, the happy flush on her sunburnt cheeks, highlighting all the freckles that were dappled along the bridge of her nose.

“Sooooo...” she said, grinning up at him, scrunching her nose a little, like, aren’t you gonna say something? She waited a beat before continuing. “You waiting for me to sing you a song or something?” she teased. She held her hairbrush in front of her mouth like she intended to use it as a microphone, and he chuckled, reaching forward to wind a strand of her long hair around his finger.

“And what would you sing for me?” he murmured, momentarily entranced by the idea of her doing that for him.

“Hmm...” Taylor tapped the hairbrush against her chin in contemplation, looking behind him for a moment before her eyes brightened. He could see the mischievous glint in her eyes. “Never Gonna Give You Up, by Rick Astley,” she proclaimed, grinning at him like she’d just told the funniest joke in the world.

He searched her face, cracking a confused smile. “Why that one?”

Taylor’s mouth dropped open in bewilderment. “Because it’s a meme, Mr. J! It’s supposed to be funny.” She fell back onto the floor dramatically, like the shock of him not knowing the significance of that song was enough to knock her into a state of temporary unconsciousness.

“Uh-huh,” he said.

He watched her from the couch. Hair all splayed out behind her, t-shirt ridden up to expose her long legs, an arm thrown dramatically over her eyes, like she just couldn’t bear it.

He leaned forward and balled up the collar of her t-shirt in his fist, pulling her back into a sitting position.

She giggled at him, letting her head loll for a moment while he held onto her shirt, allowing him a moment to sweep his gaze over her throat, where he knew the skin was soft and bruised easy, like a peach. All the times he used to fantasize about killing her, or all the times he put his hands around her neck and felt how easily her windpipe would cave under the pressure of his hands. Now it was like she was daring him with it, like she wanted his teeth in her carotid.

When she finally lifted her head to look at him, her eyes were bright. Playful. She leaned forward conspiratorially and met his gaze.

“I know,” she said, looking up at him, searching his eyes as he did the same to her. “Tell me a secret.”

He let go of her t-shirt, leaning forward to prop his forearms along his thighs. “What kind of secret?”

Taylor sighed. “I don’t know,” she said, “maybe like... what’s your favorite color? Is it purple?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at him, like, yeah, that’s definitely gotta be the one.

He chuckled. He liked her like this. Funny. Cute. It reminded him of when she was little, when he was still trying to reason his way around why this little kid was so enamored with him. Now he’s in the same goddamn boat as her, both of them hungry and spellbound in equal measure.

“Hm,” he said. “My favorite color--” he began, trailing off for a moment, looking at her. He reached forward with both hands, cupping her face. Her lips parted as she stared at him. “--is this shade of green riiight here.” He swept his thumbs along the tops of her cheeks, just beneath her eyes, and she understood.

“Oh,” she replied, a little breathless. “That’s really your favorite?” she asked, like she just couldn’t believe it, like she was awed by the fact that some insignificant part of her could possibly warrant the sacred title of being someone’s favorite thing.

“You betcha, baby doll.”

Was it any surprise? Those big green eyes, hungrily soaking up the daylight, the moonlight, the firelight from dead, burnt-out stars. Like night woods dappled with fireflies, like the forest with the fork in the trail, when you don’t know which path to take. Like the soft moss on a bed of limestone. Like an old, still pond with a film of algae on top, the kind that’s been undisturbed for centuries, nestled inside the humid depths of some long-forgotten cave. That green.

His hands slid away from her face, and her cheeks were warm from something other than her sunburn. She swallowed.

“You wanna know my secret?” she asked, a little bashful now, some of her earlier vivacity tucked away.

He nodded, just slight, keeping his gaze on her.

She shifted onto her knees, bringing her eyelevel with him, and placed a hand on his own knee for balance.

She leaned forward and said, “Your eyes are my favorite color, too.”

#gemstar24 #asks #Burn

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bangchanzz · 4 years

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Lover’s Paradise

CHAPTER 2

JEON JUNGKOOK X READER

Summary: Idol!Jungkook and Celebrity!Y/N have been friends for years. For both of them, their friendship has always bordered on more than friends, but neither of them are brave enough to take the leap of faith and confess. But when Y/N hosts the boys of BTS at her suave LA mansion and somehow finds herself sharing a bed with Jungkook, who harbors a few dark secrets of his own, things spin out of control. Tensions rise as she shows them a glimpse of her suave superstar lifestyle, and secrets come out that could change people’s lives forever.

Warnings: Severe depression, and anxiety. Mentions of suicide. ANGST. Mentions of sex. Heavy alcohol and drug use

Word Count: 4.4K (for this chapter)

Author’s Note: Here’s chapter 2! Things are starting to get a little more spicy ;) This chapter also hurt me deeply to write because thinking about sad JK makes me sad but anyway... Let me know what you think!

Lover’s Paradise Masterlist

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CHAPTER 2

YOUR POV

Dinner was… Eventful.

Ok, it was a mess.

For some reason, Brandon had thought barbequed pork ribs was a good idea, which lead to a kitchen covered in rib juice and barbeque sauce and nine boys covered in the same.

Jungkook had eventually come down after you had made some excuse about him feeling a little sick from the plane.

Brandon had given you a little look that said he knew you were lying, but when you gave him a subtle look of urgency right back, he decided to leave it be. Tae had also given you a funny look, and you didn’t miss when five minutes later he quietly slipped upstairs and came back twenty minutes after with the youngest in tow.

Jungkook had come downstairs looking like someone had sucked the life out of him, but he was pretending he had it together.

It made your heart beat funny in your chest, but you ignored it and instead wordlessly handed him a beer and went back to chopping vegetables.

The growing atmosphere seemed to pull him from whatever depression he had sunk into, at least for now, and after a few beers he was laughing and messing around in the pool with the rest of him.

As Brandon held court on the patio, standing over his grill-throne, you found yourself alone in the kitchen with Taehyung.

You set down the plate you were washing to watch him grab another beer from the refrigerator.

“What’s up with Jungkook?” you asked casually.

He froze, his hand hovering over the beer bottle, and turned to face you.

“Nothing,” he rasped.

“Bullshit, Tae. I don’t believe it.”

Taking the beer out and shutting the fridge, your friend leaned against the counter and studied his hands. “I told him he should tell you,” he muttered under his breath.

“Tell me what?” When Taehyung said nothing, you pressed on. “What’s the scar on his shoulder from? Tell me, Tae. Please. I’m worried.”

“He fell.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes. “He said as much. But I’m asking how he fell.”

Taehyung took a long sip of his beer before resting his gaze on you. “I’m not supposed to say anything. He asked me not to.”

You sighed. You supposed it was good that he had such loyal friends around him. They’d make sure he didn’t do something… extreme. “Fine. But just-“

He cut you off. “However, he’s not listening to us. We just can’t seem to…”

It was then you saw the silver lining his eyes and the tense lines of his body as he held back sobs. You moved to stand next to him, taking his large hand in yours and squeezing it. “Tae, you don’t have to say anything…”

“No,” the older boy said, drying his eyes with his free hand. “No, I think you need to hear this because maybe you can help him. We can’t seem to get through to him, but given your history maybe you can…”

“You mean my depression,” you guessed. “He’s depressed,” you said, choking on the last word a bit.

Taehyung nodded slightly. “The scar on his shoulder… He tried to kill himself.”

Every cell in your body turned to ice. Suddenly you were looking at Taehyung, but you weren’t really seeing him. Instead, you were remembering every vile and intrusive thought that had ever crossed your mind and how much it had taken to overcome it. Hell, you were still overcoming it if the daily pills and the weekly visits to a therapist were any indication.

But you knew you could do it. You had come this far, and you had become stronger for it. But Jungkook… You thought back to the cheeky boy you had met for the first time two years ago, you thought of his smiles and his laughter and his carefree attitude. That boy… You weren’t sure that boy could go through what you had and come out still able to smile.

“The scar,” Tae continued, unaware of your internal strife, “was from Namjoon tackling him on the roof of the BigHit building where he tried to jump. He landed wrong and messed up his shoulder so bad it needed surgery… But I guess that’s better than being dead.”

You didn’t think Jungkook thought the same way.

“How long ago was this?” You asked, your throat tightening.

“Four months ago.”

You closed your eyes. In your head you were running through every conversation, every joke, every meme you had sent back and forth with him four months ago and asked yourself why, why didn’t I see it?

But you caught yourself, remembering that there’s no use in dwelling it the past. It solves nothing. Instead of worrying about how you could’ve stopped him then, you should be worrying about how to prevent the same thing from happening again in the future.

“Thank you for telling me,” you managed.

Tae nodded, still trying to master himself. “Just don’t… tell anyone, ok? And maybe don’t tell him I told you. I’m not supposed to say anything, but I think that maybe you could help him.”

You nodded. “I won’t say anything.”

“Y/N?”

You looked at your friend, meeting his brown eyes filled with concern and… fear.

“Please,” Taehyung breathed, “Help him.”

You only nodded, not trusting yourself to speak without breaking into tears.

You didn’t bother to tell Taehyung that only Jungkook could help himself, that depression wasn’t like having the flu and you couldn’t just prescribe some pills and have it disappear, or that it was nothing like the romanticized version society projected and no amount of overused Pinterest quotes or a few “I love you’s” could make a person feel like life is actually worth living.

The best you had to offer was your story, but honestly that was even more depressing. And then there was the fact that you were still healing yourself, and so no, you didn’t have all the answers, you just had the answers to your own experiences which wouldn’t necessarily align with his.

Because truth be told you were still walking out of the darkest part of your life, and you realized that you might do more harm than good to both yourself and him.

But he was your friend, and he was hurting. So maybe you would try talking to him, if it seemed like he wanted to talk.

He knew about your history, and he knew he could come to you, so you wouldn’t push him to say more than what he was comfortable with.

You were shaken from your absolutely delightful thoughts as Jimin stuck his blonde head into the kitchen to tell you dinner was ready.

You thanked him and took a moment to master yourself, burying this part of you under layers of the personality you’d carefully constructed over the years, and when you went out to the patio you pretended everything was fine.

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After dinner that night, everyone was in the pool, either lounging or messing around in the water as the sun set over the ocean and stars began to make their appearance on an inky black stage.

You sat on the steps with Jin, a strawberry daiquiri in hand, discussing different cooking recipes, while the others sat around on the sides or swam in the pool.

“I wanted to say,” Jin said, placing a gentle hand on your knee, “that I’m sorry to hear about you and Shawn.”

Your stomach dropped. This had been the very last topic of conversation you wanted to discuss, but you had known it probably would come up that your ex-boyfriend had very publicly cheated on you with the girl he told you not to worry about and embarrassed you in front of the entire world and broken your heart and your spirit.

“Don’t be,” you said, steeling away your heart and the way it still sometimes ached for that lying, cheating bastard. “It’s for the best. He clearly never gave a shit about me.”

“How have you been dealing with it?” he asked, his eyes full of pity.

You shrugged and looked away, unable to shoulder the pity in his gaze. “Various ways. I watched some stupid teen romance movies and smashed some glass up in the mountains. Then I did a shit ton of drugs and blacked out for about two weeks. Then I just… carried on.”

Jin looked like he couldn’t decide whether to laugh or yell. “Well that’s, uh, one way to get over someone.”

You shrugged again, playing with the warm pool water and tried to ignore the sinkhole I your chest that always opened up whenever you thought about Shawn. “I wasted enough time on him. He played me, I was sad for a bit, and now he doesn’t get the luxury of my time or peace of mind.”

Thankfully, at that exact moment, Brandon clapped his hands in the middle of the pool to get everyone’s attention.

“Ok, kids,” he announced, “let’s play a game.”

“What are we, pre-teens at a slumber party?” you demanded.

“Says the youngest here,” Branded retorted.

“Carry on,” you conceded with a sip of your drink.

“That’s what I thought,” he said as you narrowed your eyes at him. “Let’s play truth or dare.”

You gave him a pained look, the words fighting their way up your throat to tell him exactly what you thought of this cliché.

“So, Y/N,” Brandon said. He chose you to go first. Shocker. “Truth or dare?”

You thought for a moment, considering Brandon’s reputation of giving the absolute most horrific and humiliating dares. “Truth.”

“Tell us about the time you lost your virginity.”

You ignored the uncomfortable looks from the guys around you and the way they suddenly found everything but you incredibly interesting.

“Wow, first question and you already brought up sex? Way to ease into it,” you chuckled.

“Subtlety isn’t my style,” Brandon said with a sly grin. “Besides, aren’t you the one always saying, ‘Go big or go home’?”

“Fair enough,” you told him before taking a long drink of your cocktail. “Freshman year of college. I was at a frat party, got drunk, and thought, ‘fuck it, life’s too short. Chad was hot—or was it Brad? I honestly can’t remember. Same difference. After literally thirty seconds of making out he told me he wanted to fuck me, so I said whatever and lost my virginity in some senior frat house in a room that spelled like vomit and weed and I’m pretty sure did not belong to Brad or Chad or whoever he was. He lasted about forty-five seconds and I never saw him again.”

You sipped your drink, ignoring the shocked look on everyone’s’ face—everyone that is, except Brandon, who grinned at you with wicked delight. “Our little slut,” he said in an endearing tone.

“Hey,” you scoffed, leveling him with a glare, “at least I didn’t get syphilis the first time I had sex.”

Brandon let out a mock gasp and splashed you. “Hey that wasn’t my fault! I was fifteen and the girl told me I couldn’t get an STD my first time!

“Why? Because you couldn’t last long enough?” you shot back.

“Do you want to fight?” he demanded, making his way over to where you sat on the steps.

“Bring it on,” you said with a wry grin, setting your drink down. “I can take you any time, any place. Oh, but hold on, let me grab some protection first, I don’t want to catch your syphilis.”

“It was chlamydia,” Brandon snarled playfully, his large hands grabbing your thighs and pulling you towards him until you were close enough to wrap your legs around his torso, “and its gone now,” he said, his face so close to yours that your noses were practically touching.

You tilted your head a little so your mouth would graze his if either of you so much as shifted and said, “whatever you say, Itchy.”

At that, Brandon flung himself backwards into the water, taking you with him.

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JUNGKOOK’S POV

It was actually much more difficult to watch you and Brandon interact than he remembered. Your relationship had always looked like this: lots of touching and grabbing, inappropriate comments, sly looks… So Jungkook wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much tonight.

Maybe it was your skimpy little bikini—the way it did absolutely nothing to hide, well, any of your ass. Or the way it displayed your more than generous breasts. Or those curves. Those curves were positively sinful. Jungkook often dreamed about those curves when he was alone, imagining the way they would feel under his hands, how it would feel to have you completely at the mercy of his touch. What it would feel like to trace every perfect line of your body, just the two of you, and to have you want it—want him—and beg for more.

Suddenly, he was very, very glad he was submerged in the pool up to his hips, because if anyone saw the growing problem in his swim trunks he just might keel over dead on the spot.

“Jungkook.” Shit. You were looking at him, still tucked under Brandon’s incredible, stupidly muscled biceps—not that he cared or anything. “Truth or dare.”

“Um… truth?”

“Shit,” you said under your breath, “I wasn’t prepared for that one. Okay, um, I’ll be basic because I’m a little tipsy right now and therefore unoriginal, so I’ll go with: tell us about your first kiss.”

Jungkook immediately felt his face flame up as he dipped his head, the water suddenly more interesting than the model staring at him from across the pool.

“I’ve, uh, never been, um, kissed before,” he said, unable to meet your eyes.

“Wait really?” you asked incredulously.

He could only nod through the humiliation.

“That’s ok,” Brandon said from beside you, “You’re like 23, there’s really no rush. You’re a busy dude. No one expects you to have the time to go out and kiss girls.”

The others murmured their agreement. Jungkook could feel Taehyung’s gaze burning a hole through the side of his head, and even though he couldn’t see the older boy, Jungkook could practically envision the look of pity all over his face so he chose not to look. Even Brandon, despite his empathetic words, still gave him a quick look laced with pity.

It was only you that didn’t act like there was something fundamentally wrong with him for never having kissed anyone. You simply readjusted yourself in Brandon’s arms until he was carrying you bridal style so you could dip your head back to look at the stars, and said, “Damn, now I gotta think of something else.”

“We don’t have all night you drunk bitch,” Brandon said, swinging you around in a circle and making you giggle. “Jk, just ask someone else.”

And so the game continued on, but Jungkook wasn’t paying attention. He only watched the girl he loved lounge in another man’s arms and wondered what it would be like to be him.

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Jungkook spent the rest of the night hyperaware of where you existed around him, always looking for a way to talk to you or just be near you.

It frustrated him that he was like this; cripplingly insecure and desperate.

The past year and half your friendship had blossomed so easily over text, where he had the time to carefully construct a witty and suave response to whatever you had to say, but here, in real time, in your goddamn house, he was powerless to conceal how pathetic he was for you.

Because he was. Jungkook had loved you before he even met you—he had idolized you when you were a professional dancer in your teens, and then loved you even more when you became an actress and celebrity and you let the entire world see exactly how incredible you are.

And when he heard you were coming to Korea on a press tour for your new movie and he might even get to meet you he had nearly vomited from excitement and screamed into a pillow for three minutes straight.

But meeting you in his head was wildly different than meeting you in person. He thought he would be cool, albeit a bit awkward, but you would find it cute and charming. He would ask you out on a simple coffee date, to which you would reply yes, and you would have such a good time you wouldn’t leave his side. You would go for drinks at one of his favorite hidden bars in Seoul and he could show you his city. Then the two of you would go back to your hotel room to watch a movie, but he would accidently fall asleep and wake up with you in his arms.

Needless to say, it did not go that way.

He would never forget the first time he saw you in person: It was three years ago in Seoul during IdolFest, a huge gathering of idols to do interviews, challenges, variety shows, and interact with one another for the fans, and since your press tour would have you in Korea at the same time, they invited you and your co-stars to come, and you had said yes.

On the first day of the event, BTS had been one of the first groups to arrive and had to wait inside the studio until a PA—who was running late—could come open the dressing rooms.

Your co-stars had arrived first without you, them and their crew being ushered off into a corner by anxious looking interns. Jungkook observed with more than a little glee that the group was close enough to him that maybe he could make casual eye contact with you and introduce himself in a really cool and natural way. Or something suave like that.

It was a big deal that you guys were here, and everyone knew it. Your movies had been global blockbusters, breaking records after records with each opening weekend. As they walked across the room Jungkook could hear the whispers following them as idols eyed the American celebrities with varying reactions.

But all he could focus on was the fact that you weren’t there. Were you not coming? Were you running late?

He sent up a silent prayer to whatever god was listening that you would show; he wanted to meet you so badly—not that he thought he actually had the courage to introduce himself.

Jungkook was standing with Yugyeom talking about video games, when they heard the fans outside screaming the loudest they had all day.

“Who do you think it is?” Yugyeom asked, eyeing the door.

Jungkook shrugged. “Probably Big Bang or SHINee or some other big boy group.”

Suddenly, the doors of the studio burst open, the screams of the fans near deafening now, and every cell in Jungkook’s body went on red alert as you hurdled through the open doors on a longboard. Security had literally pushed you though the door as the chaos outside amplified.

The first thing Jungkook noticed was that you’re even more beautiful in person. You had your hair down, curls falling in waves down to your waist, the ends tinged lighter by the sun. Big designer sunglasses hid your eyes, but not the angular jaunt of your cheekbones or full mouth. You looked comfortable in oversized grey sweatpants and a black crop top that revealed impressive abs. A backpack was slung across your shoulders and Jungkook marveled that you could balance so well on your board with it on.

Everyone in the studio fell silent as you zoomed in, and if you noticed—which, having known you for two years now, Jungkook had no doubt you did—you didn’t react. You simply skateboarded over to where your costars stood, steering in and out of people like a professional with your hands in your pockets, expression bored.

In that moment, Jungkook had never loved anyone more.

Brandon’s voice echoed throughout the concrete studio, “You’re such a fucking drama queen Y/N.”

You slowed yourself down to a stop in front of him, kicking the board up into your hands with ease, the carefree sound of your laugh floating through the room.

“Yes, and?” you replied, turning to the man who Jungkook assumed was your assistant by the way he ran up to you, handed you a coffee, and took your skateboard.

“How was your final?” Caleb asked, taking a sip of his own coffee.

You groaned. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“That bad?” Brandon asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Look, it happened. That’s all I’m going to say about it,” you said, chugging your coffee.

By then, conversation had picked back up and Jungkook was unable to hear the rest of what you were saying, but that didn’t stop him from looking over at you a bit too frequently and trying to think up a way to introduce himself.

He said goodbye to Yugyeom as the PA’s began letting people into their dressing rooms, and for a split second Jungkook truly believed in god when he realized that BTS’s dressing room was right next to yours.

And when Taehyung asked Namjoon to help him say hello to you, Jungkook almost exploded on the spot and had nothing short of begged to join them.

In the end, all seven boys had wanted to go, and so together they shuffled down the hall to the next door and knocked.

An assistant answered the door, and with wide eyes, turned around and said “BTS is here.”

“Let them in,” Brandon said, becoming visible as he stepped forward.

Jungkook was instantly jealous the first time he met Brandon.

To be fair, the first time he met Brandon, the other boy had been shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black sweatpants, showing off his more than impressive physique. Jungkook would kill to have the kind of muscle definition and proportions that Brandon did, not to mention the height, the pretty face, and the confidence of having all of that and knowing it.

And then you stood up from your makeup chair and Jungkook instantly forgot about Brandon.

You were in a sports bra and tiny spandex shorts, your hair up in a bun and your knuckles taped as if for boxing. Jungkook was aware that he was ogling you, but damn you were the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“Hi,” you said in perfect Korean. “I’m Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you.” You smiled, and his eyes had caught yours for a split second and his heart had stopped beating.

“I’m RM,” Namjoon said stepping forward and shaking your hand. Jungkook tried not to feel too jealous—and failed. “Your Korean is very good.”

“Thank you,” you replied, blushing slightly. “I spent a year studying Taekwondo in Seoul a few years ago and picked up a few things,” you laughed.

“More than a few it looks like,” Namjoon observed, earning another laugh from you.

The meeting was short, as both groups were busy getting ready, and Jungkook found himself having said a single word to you: his goddamn name.

He wanted to be better than this. He wanted to be funny and interesting, but still a little mysterious and deep; he wanted to wow you with his cool words and maybe even get your number, but as he turned to leave with the rest of his group he realized how foolish he had been.

Why would you ever take notice of someone like him? Someone who couldn’t even speak to you, much less sweep you off your feet?

All he could think about as he walked away, and every day for the next three years, was how beautiful you had looked that day when you smiled at him.

YOUR POV

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The rest of the night was rather tame, the ten of you catching up over some alcohol and s’mores under a blanket of stars and swaying palm trees.

The alcohol plus the warm California breeze was all it took to lull you into a partial coma, your body suddenly deciding that you were very tired, and that Caleb made a wonderful pillow. Caleb, none too happy with his newly appointed status as a body pillow, dutifully carried you upstairs and helped you into bed.

As you nestled into your blankets you let your thoughts wander to Jungkook and wondered whether or not he’d actually share a bed with you tonight or if he would wait until everyone fell asleep and then crash on the couch.

It was strange how you couldn’t decide which option you wanted more.

On one hand, you liked Jungkook a lot. You would love nothing more than to share a bed and stay up late talking about everything and nothing in the safety of his arms. But you knew that was impractical. Even so, you realized you just craved being near him; you always felt good around him, like things were a little better. Like the dark cloud that always seemed to hang around you was a little less dark when he was there. He was a reminder that there were still things in this world worth fighting for, and one of them was right in front of you.

On the other hand, you weren’t sure you could handle being that close to him and not getting the physical attention you craved. It would be so incredibly hard to share a goddamn bed with him and not go any further than sleeping. You would get to be near him, but it could never go any further than that, and you weren’t sure you were capable of that right now.

As you drifted off to sleep you realized there was never any doubt: you wanted him here. And maybe that was more of a nightmare than a dream.

Right in the middle of a particularly interesting dream about Jungkook, you awoke to the feeling of the mattress shifting on the other side of the bed. You didn’t say anything as you cracked an eye to watch Jungkook get comfortable as far away from you as he could get without falling off the edge of the mattress.

You couldn’t help the satisfaction that bloomed in your chest, and the feeling of security knowing he was safely next to you, asleep and alive. Fighting the urge to reach out and touch him, you turned over and went back to sleep, but this time no dreams came.

#yay!#lovers paradise #jeon jungkook #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook imagine #jungkook scenario #bts #bts jungkook #bts imagine #bts smut #bts scenarios

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junietc · 4 years

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being the youngest avenger and taking care of everyone when they had nightmares would include...

nightmares

pairings: avengers x reader, peter parker x reader

a/n: this was honestly so much fun and a lot of writing surprisingly, if you have any requests don’t be scared to ask! also i’ll be trying to post and write some more so stay tuned for more works my loves<3

word count: 1436

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no matter how tough and strong each avenger said they were, they all had encountered their fair share of nightmares and bad dreams, whether it be of the past or made up scenarios, they all got them

there was at least one scream every night

even if you were the youngest avenger, only sixteen, you basically made it your job to comfort them as most as you could

no matter what time it was, you were there though it wasn’t that hard since you refused to go to bed saying it was “for the weak”

though on the odd occasions you were asleep, you were alerted by F.R.I.D.A.Y (whom you got to shout at you if anyone was awake in the middle of the night)

bucky was the one you visited the most

he was also the first person you had tried to comfort

he constantly had dreams of his ex-hydra days which taunted him as much as they could

it was a pretty regular day, but you had to study for a final coming up, so you stayed up until probably 2 or 3 am

that was when you heard his screams

how no one else heard them was out of your explanation

you had rushed over to his room wondering what was happening and saw him breathing heavily, aggressively pulling on his hair and murmuring to himself

obviously, you went to try and comfort him

sitting next to him on the bed, you kinda sat there awkwardly for a bit, bc well, what were you supposed to do, there really wasn’t much you could do on your end because you didn’t know all that much about him enough to comfort him like steve did, but then you eventually kinda just latched on to him and hugged him

you both kinda sat there, bucky’s sobbing being the only noise at the ungodly hour

you hugged him tightly from the side and leaned your head on his shoulder

soft whispers of “it’s okay, it’s just the past” and “don’t worry”

after sitting still for a while, bucky breathed heavily and hugged you back, his tears dampening your old t-shirt

his crying was muffled in your shirt as your small figure hugged him ferociously. the both of you held each other for another minute or so until bucky pulled away, with a faint smile on his face

“thanks kid, that actually really helped”

it was from that awkward, sad and tired smile that you swore to be there for him, and everyone else of course

you would grin brightly “of course, do you want to get a snack?”

that was probably your favourite way of helping, by distracting them and getting their minds of the bad memories

from then on, you kind of just did that with all of the avengers, hugged em tight and loved them

you can remember that one night that you heard nat’s screams echoing across the tower

it was maybe 1 am and you were still up, of course, watching bad romcoms on the television and had rushed as quickly as possible to her room

she was in cold sweat, clutching on to her bed sheets forcefully, shaking when you had walked in. she noticed you at the doorframe and wiped away her tears

“hey, y/n. everything okay? could you not sleep or – ”

so you ran up and hugged her

surprised, she sat there before hugging you back and stroking your hair

“i love you nat”

you feel her chest vibrate with laughter as she sniffles, “i love you too kiddo”

you smile before pointing towards the compound, “do you wanna watch bad romcoms with me?”

“fuck yeah”

you had your special connections with everyone and special ways to get them to feel better

with steve it was a lot of trying to get him to crack a smile, maybe trying to show him memes or even just make fun of riverdale with him. sometimes you would go to the kitchen and try to bake (but really it was just an excuse for you to ramble about dumb shit and force steve to make you cookies but it made for a great distraction) or sometimes steve would tell you about life back in the 40s

with tony, you would go to the lab with him and try and build but really all that you were doing was making a mess and trying to get him to listen to songs other than acdc. you would also try and drag him to play pool with you and end up just rolling the balls into the pockets since you were shit, which really shocked you since you were so good at game pigeon 8 ball

with clint and sam you’d enjoy distracting them by going outside to the park nearby, not giving a single fuck that it was late at night/early in the morning and dancing, trying bad tricks and shouting and just having fun

sometimes you’d have gossip sessions with carol and wanda and shit about people you knew at school, the rest of the team and learn about them and their past

other times you would try and give wanda a manicure only for it to go terribly wrong and somehow you both got nail polish on your legs

you and nat would always have tea and talk about boys and gossip about missions, which included talking shit about the team and how bad they all are at lying

with bruce, you get something from the kitchens and go to the lab and try to learn, but really you were just playing with different chemicals and seeing what they would do, also having competitions of who could make the prettiest colour which often resulted in creating extremely dangerous chemicals but hey that was the prettiest shade of purple you ever saw

whenever your boyfriend peter stayed at the tower, you would hug him and cuddle as he talked about his dream and then maybe go and be kids and build a pillow fort and gossip and just bond over being the youngest and maybe makeout a little bit but like whatever

peter is always the most fun to hang out with but you guys tend to make the most noise and since neither of you are adults you get scowled at for being awake it’s definitely only by steve but you gotta love him for it he just wants you both to grow

this of course has gotten peter to use his peter tingles to sense whenever anyone is coming so you both can “fall asleep” on the couch

everyone hears you both though

your giggling is obnoxiously loud

on the rare occasion that thor was over and had nightmares, you would sit there and listen to him speak about asgard and all that jazz and then go around the tower and play stupid games like “guess the name of this” which was really just you teaching him about female makeup products

there were even times when some of them would go to your room instead and just ask for a hug

you were always there to accept them and then go and do something fun after

it’s not like anyone at the tower slept all that much anyways

yeah sometimes they’d try and force you to go back to bed because you were young and “still growing” but whatever

but what you always did was hug them and tell them you love them, because you really did. the avengers were your family, maybe a little fucked up and emotionally unstable but still, your loving and hilarious family

you were basically known to have the best hugs

but of course, you had your fair share of nightmares, now of course yours weren’t as terrifying but they kept you up at times

usually you never managed to wake someone up considering the fact that you didn’t scream instead turned to holding in your tears and aggressively doing the renegade to distract yourself

of course, there was that one time that you had a terrifying dream

you had walked around the compound and everyone was on the floor dead, their blood somehow all over your hands

you woke up, sweaty and couldn’t stop the heavy tears coming from your eyes

you cried loudly, somehow waking up the entire compound, who all came rushing to you

they ran into your room and made their way to you

bucky was the first to react, who immediately hugged you, which surprised everyone seeing as he never really was the touchy-feely kind of guy

one after another they all came and sat on your bed hugging you, whispering sweet words and i love you’s just as you had when they all had their nightmares

they all tried to have their own time to hug you

“bUt iT’s mY tUrN tO hUg y/n”

then they all decided it would be a perfect time, at four in the morning, to play monopoly together, or at least in teams since monopoly was for six players but that didn’t stop you

but yeah, so basically you give great hugs, and everything is great

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♦ TogaFuka?

Tagging also @matrioshka (and hopefully the anon that also requested tofu will see it) and trying to put everything into one post!

♦ Touko loves to listen metal music, and collecting galaxy-like stuff, like necklaces and notebooks with a galaxy-ish decoration. She’s also very good at solving puzzles and escape rooms-like games. One of her quirks is to drink a cold beer while she’s writing and she’s ~ in the zone ~ . It’s not enough alcool to get drunk, but enough to makes her feeling funny and quite happy about what she’s writing. Togami strikes me as someone that likes (and he’s actually good at) playing games like pool and poker. He secretly loves musicals (if someone will asks, he will say that ~ the classics ~ are his faves, like Cats, but he’ll probably never admit he was all emotional while watching Rent), and collects and actually makes ships in a bottle. He has also the habit of drinking, tho he prefers wine over beer, except he does it when he’s nervous most of the times. And despite the embarassing stories that came out of this he still pretends he has a very good tolerance for alcol (spoiler: not really).

☾ Touko usually sleeps in a fetal position with the blanket wrapped around her as much as she can, sometimes hugging her pillow. After she and Byakuya started dating and sleeping together, he became her pillow. Togami is a messy sleeper. There is this very old doujin on pixiv, made for Togami and Twogam’si birthday, where they sleep in the same room and you can see Togs being a mess, snoring and mooving around. I LOVED that panel and made that headcanon mine. Once he and Touko started dating and sleeping together, he slowly stopped moving so much and shifting toward bear-hugging Touko. She never complained, of course. He absolutely refuse to admit he snores, tho.

♥ Touko often says she want to have kids with Byakuya in canon, only to call the Warriors “brats” (i mean, they kinda are at first). I always thought that it would take her some times before really understanding that her desire to have a family is a genuine one, and not because she had a hell of a childood and having her own family would be a way to “cope” with that. Once she and Togami would be in a relationship for a while, i can imagine her thinking about having kids but not being sure how to face the topic with him. Then, she finally gets pregnant and while she’s scared at what kind of parent she will be (since her parents were shit, to say THE LEAST and never really raised her properly or cared for her existence at all), at the same time she can’t wait to finally held her child in her arms and pours all her love on her kid (say what you want about Touko’s bitter attitude, but i will always beliefe that it hides all her desire to be loved and love in return, and that she can actually be really sweet once you earn her trust). Togami is... scared at the idea to be a father. His family was also a different kind of mess, with Aloyisius being a better fatherly figure than his own father, that was just someone he rarely mey for business issues (afterall, being a Togami is excatly that, a business). He’s scared he will not be able to love or care for the kid, becoming just a copy of his father. Touko tries to reassure him that the fact he’s actually questioning himself is a sign he is already different from his father and that he will chose a different path. While still not really sure about it, Byakuya already starts to prepare himself for the task reading books about childs, parenthood, the birth itself, and being extremely protective towards Touko (i have hcs about her having a quite difficult pregnancy), making even more sure she will eats properly, takes her meds and being always there during medical appointments. He’s usually annoyed when he can’t be there because works or other issues, but he knows Touko will be in good hands (usually Komaru will take his place, or Hiroko). And despite all his fears and doubts... it tooks just one second to fall in love with his baby once nurses gives her to him and the little one wraps her small hand around his finger.

ൠ Touko actually likes to sometimes step out of her romance genre and try to write something completely different, to challenge herself and refining her skills, and avoiding becoming stagnant. In my AUs, she’s always the author of Zero Escape (that there is one of her own novels and not a game) because i live for easter eggs. ❤ Togami was actually friends with the whole 78 class, before the Tragedy. The famous photos we find during the game are actually a good clue about it: he took the one in the pool, and sure as hell he would have thrown the camera in the water if his attitude at the time was as bad as his DR1 self. I always liked to think he ended up considering them friends and learning to be more lovable (and to love) in the process. And he and Touko started dating while in school, you’ll have to pry this hc from my cold, dead hands.

✿ Touko’s first experiences with s/ex had been... awful, to say the least. Growing up being molested by her father, and who knows what else during school before enrolling at Kibougamine, her idea of s/ex was only hurt and shame and hate. It required her quite a lot of time and therapy to finally accept her traumas and working on it, and finally understand that she doesn’t have to force herself to have sex and enjoying things she doesn’t want to makes Byakuya happy (things he would never do to her, but she just thinks that how things should work). Aside this, she likes to experiments and try new things. She’s mostly submissive, but enjoys to switch every now and then since Byakuya trusts her completely. Togami’s knowledge of s/ex was very basic until he enrolled at Kibougamine, very “school textboox” like. After all, having sex and ultimately kids it’s just business for a Togami, and he doesn’t need to know anything else about it. But when he finally falls in love with Touko, he discovers in horror that what he knows about s/ex... is not enough. But Touko is more than willing to guide him following his own pace. ❤ As for after DR3, their s/exual life is super active and kinda varied in what they like to do: he often finds himself discovering new things or kinks he never knew existed, and often is very curious to try. While he is kinda dominant (not a domme, mind you), he enjoys switching roles every now and then. He also discovered he has a things for Touko in high thights and often asks her to wear nothing but those during s/ex, also likes to sends and gets nudes every now and then. (Can you believe i have to censor myself because Tumblr can’t with life?)

Whew! This took me a lot, sorry for the lenght, but thank you for the answer!

Meme is here

#dangan ronpa #togafuka #touko fukawa #byakuya togami #headcanon meme #meme #replies #pinlc-candy #matrioshka #anonymous

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go-redgirl · 4 years

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Neera Tanden, nominee for Director of the Office of Management and Budget (OMB), at her confirmation hearing before the Senate Budget Committee on February 10, 2021 at the U.S. Capitol in Washington, D.C. Tanden helped found the Center for American Progress, and has held senior advisory positions in Democratic politics since the Clinton administration. (Anna Moneymaker-Pool/Getty Images)

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The Other Pandemic, the One Killing Free Speech Is Scary

I was once fired by an employer because they did not like the way that I tweeted.

They had no problem with the way that other people at this same enterprise tweeted, they just didn't like my own flavor of rhetorical panache. They never actually came out and said it was the subject matter of my tweeting, or my style, that got me a date with the guillotine.

They simply said we told you to stop tweeting, you wouldn't, and so we are letting you go.

I'm always fascinated when somebody else gets into hot water because of her online presence. I have written extensively about Donald Trump's effective banishment from Twitter and talked about the grownups who went after Nick Sandman, the kid who can now go to any college he wants because of that defamation case against The Washington Post, et. al.

I've covered the cases of teachers who were fired because they dared to question the legitimacy of "trans" science, the sidelining of professors who challenged the equity in reparations, the firing of actresses, like Disney's Gina Carano, who posted memes about "opening up the economy" and was branded a racist and an anti-Semite.

It's an epidemic, a pandemic really, and it's scary.

My usual point is that we all need to fight back against the silencing, and it doesn't matter which side is being silenced, although let's be honest: The left is much more adept at pushing the mute button on people like me and my fellow conservatives than we've been at shushing them.

Now, that's starting to change.

President Biden's choice for Office of Management and Budget head, Neera Tanden, has gotten a little taste of what happens when your Twitter history ain't exactly history.

Tanden, who was previously the head of the Center for American Progress, has spent a lot of time on social media hating on conservatives. While she has also put some liberals like Bernie Sanders in her cross hairs, most of her vitriol has been reserved for people who think like me.

For example, when Roy Moore was running for the Senate in Alabama, Tanden referenced accusations of child molestation against him with this tweet: "The Republican party is gleefully supporting an alleged child molester. And everyone who gives money to the RNC is doing the same."

Regardless of how you feel about Moore, who was never even charged with a crime, calling people who supported his candidacy allies of a pedophile is pretty far over the line.

She has also called Sen. Mitch McConnell, R-Ky., "Voldemort" and suggested that a vampire had more heart than Sen. Ted Cruz, R-Texas.

This was before his Cancun vacation, so she can't use that as an excuse.

She also accused Sen. Susan Collins, R-Maine, who voted in favor of Brett Kavanaugh, "criminally ignorant," and said that her "terrible treatment of Dr. Ford should haunt Collins for the rest of her days."

That last tweet was sent at a time when Collins was getting death threats phoned into her office, and some suggested she should be raped so she would understand what it's like not to be believed.

I have had that same thing said to me, by readers.

Anyone who adds fuel to that fire does not deserve to be in any position of authority.

So you might be saying, but Christine, I thought your whole point was that people shouldn't be punished for their comments.

And I would reply, "Yes, but."

I have no problem saying that people should be held responsible for their words, as long as we are all held to the same standards.

And we are so clearly not.

Donald Trump was banned from Twitter.

Conservative teachers are fired.

Conservative actresses are fired.

Conservative writers are fired.

But people on the left keep tweeting along, with very little consequence.

Sure, there are some high-profile examples like Kathy Griffin and . . . give me a minute . . . um . . . okay, well there's Kathy Griffin, who lost some gigs because of her comments.

But the number of liberals who have been held accountable for their words pales in comparison to the number of conservatives, mostly social conservatives, who have been deactivated.

For that reason, I'm not weeping about Neera.

She deserves what's she's getting, and she knows she deserves it because she deleted over a thousand tweets in anticipation of her confirmation hearing.

So for all of those who were disgusted with the tweets of one Donald J. Orange Man, Karma, apparently, is a female.

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Digging Deeper Meme

Tagged by the lovely @homosociallyyours @a-brighter-yellow and @disgruntledkittenface ...thank you my bbs. Let’s do this!

1. Do you prefer writing with a black pen or blue pen? Usually black, and it has to be like an INK pen that flows easily. No Bic pens or any of that shit.

2. Would you prefer to live in the country or city? I’m a city girl.

3. If you could learn a new skill what would it be? I’d become fluent in other languages. I took Latin in high school and was VERY good at it, but I was shit at Spanish when I took it in college. (I also think I had a bad teacher, but that’s neither here nor there)

4. Do you drink your tea/coffee with sugar? At Starbucks, half and half with sweet and low (I KNOW IT’S BAD FOR ME, I WAS BROUGHT UP ON IT.) At home, I usually have a flavored creamer and a splenda. (THE DICHOTOMY OF ME.)

5. What was your favourite book as a child? Babysitters Club books, The Little House on the Prairie Books (On the Banks of Plum Creek was my fave)

6. Do you prefer baths or showers? Showers. I DREAM of having a big ass tub some day though.

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which one would it be? A Fairy

8. Paper or electronic books? I used to be die hard paper only, but it’s HARD in a tiny apartment, so now I am more of an e-book person.

9. What is your favourite item of clothing? Any one of my nice dresses.

10. Do you like your name or would you like to change it? I spent way too much time practicing my autograph instead of paying attention in math class to EVER change my name.

11. Who is a mentor to you? I always think of my first boss in NY as one. He took a chance on a kid who showed a compulsive obsession with box office results and gave me a job and took the time to teach me.

12. Would you like to be famous and if so, what for? Being a famous writer offers enough anonymity to still keep your life but have money!

13. Are you a restless sleeper? I can be, yes.

14. Do you consider yourself a romantic person? A romantic with a heavy dose of cynicism because my romantic LIFE has been nothing but trash.

15. Which element best represents you? Fire, I think. When I care about things, it’s often all consuming.

16. Who do you want to be closer to? I wish I were closer to my sisters, but a lot of times, it’s like the three of us speak completely different languages.

17. Do you miss someone at the moment? I miss my friends and I miss my city.

18. Tell us about an early childhood memory. It’s not early childhood, per se, but it was the 80s and much more innocent time, because my parents would leave me and my sisters in kiddie movie and THEY would go see a movie for grown-ups. I remember sneaking into their theatre after ours was done, to tell them our movie was done. The movie was Dirty Dancing, and I stood in the back for the entire final dance, captivated. I was 8.

19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten? Nothing is REALLY coming to mind.

20. What are you most thankful for? Right now? My health and my dog.

21. Do you like spicy food? Moderately spicy, yes!

22. Have you ever met someone famous? When you live in New York and work for a long time in the entertainment industry, it’s inevitable. Add in fandom things, and I’ve met many many. I still think Joel McHale may be my favorite, if only for the fact that he stood and talked to us for almost 20 minutes after doing a stand-up show.

23. Do you keep a diary or journal? I’ve never had the discipline.

24. Do you prefer to use a pen or a pencil? Always a pen!

25. What is your star sign? Sagittarius, Taurus rising. I am, in a word, a mess.

26. Do you like your cereal soggy or crunchy? A little bit of crunch. Though I am not really a cereal person.

27. What would you want your legacy to be? That I loved people (and things) fiercely and well. That I was loyal. And that I wrote some good words on occasion.

28. Do you like reading, what was the last book you read? I DO. I have ALWAYS been a reader. As far as BOOK books, I don’t remember because I read so. much. fic. The last one being @twopoppies LOVELY artist fic, which was so awesome to read after writing Artist!Harry myself. And it just showed me why people shouldn’t worry if someone else is writing the same trope as you, because TRULY they all come out different and equally wonderful because different people glean different things from the same trope.

29. How do you show someone you love them? There are few things that thrill me more than finding the perfect present for someone.

30. Do you like ice in your drinks? Yes

31. What are you afraid of? Snakes. Tornados. Fire.

32. What is your favourite scent? Coconut

33. Do you address older people by their name or surname? Usually when I first meet them it’s surname

34. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life? Like Sage said, I would see every single Broadway show. I would get a nice apartment with my dream kitchen. I’d follow my fave artists on tour. And then, eventually, I would fuck off and go live in New Zealand.

35. Do you prefer swimming in pools or the ocean? pools. I hate sand.

36. What would you do if you found £50 on the ground? TREAT YO SELF. I’d probably take myself to a nice meal.

37. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Yes.

38. What is the one thing you would want to teach your children? I don’t plan on having kids of my own, so it is my duty as an aunt to make sure they are properly exposed to pop culture.

39. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it? I’ve been dying to get part of the pattern of the old carpet at the LAX Marriott, where Gallifrey One is held, tattooed on my inner ankle for 18 months now. Fucking pandemic.

40. What can you hear now? Supermarket Sweep on Netflix

41. Where do you feel the safest? In a puppy pile with my friends

42. What is the one thing you want to overcome/conquer? My BODY ISSUES and disordered eating.

43. If you could travel back to any era, what would it be? The 50s - summer of 1963

44. What is your most used emoji? Currently, it’s the head exploding emoji

45. Describe yourself using one word. Passionate.

46. What do you regret the most? Not loving past me more.

47. Last movie you saw? Eurovision. A JOY.

48. Last tv show you watched? Supermarket Sweep.

49. Invent a word and its meaning. TOO TIRED FOR THAT.

Tagging @beau-soleil-louis @queenofquiet17 @sweetstrawberryheadache if you want a thing to do!!

#me!#this took ages!#worth it!

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