#languages are so fun but i'm mad at how busy i am

[active-mind-15]

Hi ! I'm curious, which languages are on your to learn list if you don't mind me asking ?

Oh, hello!!

So the three that I want to learn are Japanese, Korean, and Igbo.

I actually tried teaching myself ages ago in like 2017 because my first year of uni ended super early in like May and I didn't start the next academic year until October that same year and so I was really bored and just decided to learn Japanese. I'd always been curious about it since I was a big anime fan but that was the year I genuinely tried. I ended up printing off a bunch of worksheets to practice with and I even made flashcards and stuff, but once classes started back up again I got busy and so was unable to to pick it back up. It was a shame because I managed to teach myself the entire Hiragana alphabet, but now I've forgotten some of the characters. I'll try again at a later point.

Then Korean became a point of interest because I'm a big fan of BTS and their lyrics touched me so deeply I wanted to learn even a bit of the language to appreciate BTS's lyrics in their original form without anything getting lost in translation. I taught myself the alphabet for that, too, and to an extent I can read and write in Korean, but I'm nowhere near fluent and would like to fix that as well.

The last is Igbo for the very obvious reason of it being my parents' native language (it's one of the most common languages in Nigeria along with Yoruba and Hausa). It's always been something I've wanted to learn for some time since growing up in the US meant I didn't really pick it up, but the frustrating thing is that there are way fewer resources, so teaching myself can only get me so far. I've been looking up other methods and have found there are online tutors/courses I could take, so I was thinking about pairing that with any self-teaching I do with books and the like. Another roadblock is the fact that learning Igbo from books and courses will only teach you Central Igbo, but my parents speak a specific dialect of Igbo used in their hometown down south, so I'd still have to tweak what I teach myself to match their dialect. It's a work in progress, but I'm hoping to buy some vocab and grammar books soon to get started. One day when I have kids, I'd ideally like to pass on the language to them as well.

Technically, I could say that I want to learn four languages because I learned Spanish from age 4 up until age 15, but I fell out of practice after that and my Spanish is very meh right now. I can still read and write it just fine but I can tell my lexicon has shrunk. I should maybe rebuild it when I have time.

That's the thing with me. So many things I want to do, but never enough time! If you've got any advice for me, I'd love to hear it. 😭

[velariscalling]

Morally Grey - An Azriel Imagine

Characters: Azriel x Archeron!Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Cassian drags the IC to his new obsession: open mic night at Rita's, and much to his delight, Azriel has been paired up to sing with the Reader.

Warnings: Alcohol, suggestive language.

A/N: My first ever imagine is HERE!! Honestly I've been so nervous to put this out as it's all very new to me, but I really hope you guys enjoy it! I'm really looking forward to see how my writing develops as I post more, but for now, I hope you enjoy my first post! It's just a load of silly fun tbh. And finally, thank you so much to @sarawritestories for helping me out with the ending, you're the best! <3

Soundtrack: 'Morally Grey' by April Jai feat. Nation Haven

Disclaimer: GIF isn't mine - credit to whoever it belongs to.

Rita’s was bustling.

As it always was on a Friday night, really. They probably should have known better than to come on a weekend, but the welcoming vibrancy of the bar was a welcome reprieve from a long week’s work. Y/N took a deep breath as the music hit her, exhaling as she let any remaining stress seep from her body and into the night.

Before she could think too much about the busy days she’s had as of recently, a hand grabbed each of hers - one perfectly manicured, one covered in swirls of black ink - and pulled her in the direction of the bar. Mor flagged down a barman who recognised them immediately - it wasn’t a rare occurrence for the Night Court’s Inner Circle to make an appearance here.

After a moment, she handed her a shot glass filled with bright green liquid. “Bottoms up, you’re gonna need it tonight,” she grinned, already having necked her own. Feyre giggled as Y/N raised a questioning eyebrow at the blonde, throwing back her shot anyway and wincing at the tangy liquid.

“And why is that, exactly?” Y/N cocked her head at her friend, who’s brown eyes danced with excitement.

“Oh come on,” she rolled her eyes playfully, already flagging down the barman for yet another shot, just for herself this time. “You really think Cassian’s going to let us miss out on tonight? He’s been preparing his song with Rhys for days.”

It’s true - Cassian’s favourite night of the week was their newest tradition, open mic night at Rita’s. Four songs, four duos, randomly selected. Or so he says, anyway. He probably matched himself with Rhysand so he could convince him to sing Mysterious Girl together.

Feyre gripped Y/N’s hand from her other side, clearly trying her hardest to hold back a squeal of excitement. “How are you feeling?” She knew that there was more to that question than meets the eye. It wasn’t a secret that Cassian’s little game had paired her up with Azriel, much to his delight.

She put on her mask of indifference that she had mastered over the months of knowing the shadowsinger, refusing to give any details away of her incessant feelings for him that prodded at her constantly. “I am feeling absolutely fine, High Lady,” she smiled, eyes shining, but a scoff from her left interrupted her.

“Please,” Mor drawled, looking at her with a face that said, don’t even try. “You literally can’t fool anyone, especially not us, so drop the act.”

Okay, so maybe she hadn’t mastered her mask as well as she had initially thought, her twin’s nod of agreement cementing that conclusion. “Okay fine, but what do I have to be nervous about? You are all the ones who should be nervous when we out-sing you.” She smirked at them, but they shared a knowing look.

“There it is, changing the subject,” Feyre chuckled, nursing her drink in her hand. Y/N scowled at her, but she could never actually be mad at her. Frankly, she was more irritated by the fact that she knew her so well. “What? Y/N, this is what happens every time we bring him up.”

She opened her mouth to argue, when an arm was slung over her shoulder, and Feyre’s. “Ladies,” Rhysand’s melodic voice sounded over the music as he appeared between the sisters. He nodded at Mor with a grin, who was already on her… third, or fourth shot? Who knows. “Cass will have a temper tantrum if I don’t drag you all over to the stage right now.”

Feyre rolled her eyes with a laugh and allowed her mate to spin her into his arms, and they both made their way over to the Inner Circle’s area of the bar. Y/N’s heart warmed at the sight of them, knowing that her twin, her double in every way, had found her happiness. Mor looped her arm through hers as they walked behind them, her eyes following Y/N’s gaze. “You’ll have that soon, you know.”

Y/N looked over at her. She was so breathtaking, her brown eyes contrasting her golden hair, and her signature red dress hugging her flawless body in all the right places. Any male or female in this room would be lucky to get her, and yet, she didn’t care. Next to her, though, Y/N felt like nothing. As if Mor could sense her thoughts, she squeezed her arm affectionately. “Come on. Tonight’s the night you’re going to show that other side of you- oh don’t give me that look, I know it’s there.”

Y/N huffed, a lighthearted sound, and shook her head softly. “I wish I had your confidence,” She murmured, a dry joke.

“Babe, you’re sexy. When are you going to realise that?” The sheer certainty in Mor’s voice had Y/N raising her eyebrows at her friend, who simply nodded, as if agreeing with herself. “Channel it tonight. I’ll be watching.” She winked, and released her arm as they arrived at their own table right in front of the stage.

Rhys and Feyre had already taken their seats at the centre, High Lord and Lady looking elegant as ever. Cassian sat to Rhys’s right, his excitement akin to a golden retriever, as Amren, who was sat next to him, clearly tried her hardest not to throttle him. Next to Feyre sat Azriel, his looming shadows making the already dark bar appear pitch black in his presence. There were two empty chairs to his left, and finally Nesta sat at the end of the table, clearly trying to make the most of as much peace and quiet as she could get before the night’s shenanigans unfolded. Mor was quick to take the seat next to her, leaving Y/N between her and Azriel. He gave her a short smile as she sat down, ever the emotionless. “Are you ready?”

The low, icy voice of the shadowsinger never failed to take her by surprise. If the living embodiment of darkness could talk, it would sound like him. She looked at him, his hazel eyes glowing even in the darkness, and replied, “Are you?”

Before Azriel could respond, a flute of sparkly champagne slid from Y/N’s left into view. She turned to see Nesta, wordlessly handing her the drink, with grey-blue eyes that told her that she, too, thought she needed an extra little liquid confidence tonight. She noticed Mor biting her lip so hard she looked as though she may explode, and she rolled her eyes, a smile playing on her lips as she turned back to Azriel. To her surprise, it appeared as though a similar grin was tugging on those lips as well.

He merely raised his glass to hers, eyes shining with a grin that he wouldn’t let fully show on his face. She picked up her own glass and clinked it against his, matching his honey gold gaze.

Let the night begin.

It’s safe to say that the performances of the night were… well, entertaining. Cassian was a little too excited dragging Rhys up to perform their number first, giving major boyband energy up on that stage. Feyre was in fits of laughter, but Nesta looked like she wanted to claw her eyes out… but perhaps secretly enjoyed it behind that mask of disgust. Y/N’s two sisters were up next with a rendition of Love Story in which Nesta was surprisingly involved, followed by Amren and Mor’s take on Lady Marmalade, which was frankly the worst thing anyone had ever heard. If the monster lurking beneath Amren’s skin was anything like her singing voice, then Mother help us all.

It wasn’t long before her friends were cheering and whooping as Y/N stood from her seat - the final song. “Get him girl,” Mor whispered as she passed her, Azriel on her heels. She felt the shadows licking at her ankles as she ascended the steps to the stage, gripping the microphone that had been handed to her on the way.

As Azriel situated himself to her left, she stole a quick glance at him. He was looking at the floor, uncharacteristically tense under the gazes of all their friends. It was no secret that Azriel had the most beautiful voice you’d ever heard, a gift from the Cauldron itself, but it occurred to her now that maybe no one else had heard it before. Aside from her, at the couple of short practices they  had done. Even then, she didn’t think he was giving his all.

Y/N faced the front and prepared for the music to play - she was more of a seasoned performer than Azriel. She had played her fair share of gigs around Velaris, a good handful of which on this very stage. If she was showing some confidence, she hoped that it would spark some inside of him. She steeled herself, breathing in deeply as she raised the microphone to her lips, and the music began.

“He’s got gold eyes, crooked smile, knows that he drives me wild,”

She felt the heat of the spotlight on her as she let her voice ring through the bar. It was soft, to begin with, giving the song room to breathe, to build. She looked over at the man she was sharing the stage with, noticing tension already lost from his shoulders at the sound of her voice. His eyebrows were raised ever so slightly, and she knew then that he’d realised how she’d changed the lyrics to fit him, those perfect golden eyes.

“Can’t help myself, no I’m not in denial,”

The smile she sent his way was telling, it spoke a hundred words. But it wasn’t just her grin that conveyed the message she sent: you’re okay, you’re with me, move with me. There was something between them, an invisible thread connecting the two of them, body and soul and mind. Certain thoughts, certain feelings - she could feel his, and he could feel hers. A bond like this had meaning, they both knew this, but neither of them were bold enough to explore it, acknowledge it. Across that bond, she beckoned him: Azriel, you’re with me, and I’m with you… play with me.

“I know he’s no good for me,”

There was a flicker of something in the shadowsinger’s eyes, as if his mind had decided to pull him down an alternative route to the one he was prepared to go down, the one where he’d back out and run. A shadow of a smirk lingered on his lips, as his own shadows danced around him excitedly, egging him on. The weaving tendrils were clearly more than satisfied with the idea that flashed through their master’s mind, whatever images Y/N’s words had conjured up. Azriel, play with me.

“But when he gets down on his knees,”

The spark in his eyes only seemed to brighten as he brought the lyrics to life, sinking slowly down onto his knees before her. The shit-eating smirk he wore on his face in response to her evident surprise could have sent her to her own knees as she beheld him, kneeling, for her. Mother spare her. A quick glance to her right at the others confirmed that they had all had the same reaction she had, and she feared that the bar staff may have to assist in picking their jaws up from the floor. Azriel’s face was challenging, knowing, yet almost the picture of innocence as she felt his response in her mind: You told me to play with you. She sent one word back at him: Bastard.

If he was going to play dirty, so was she.

“He’s so eager to please, knows the right frequencies,”

He reached a hand out as if to touch her - where, she wasn’t sure - but she grabbed it before he could make any contact. Scars felt rough against her soft skin as she walked slowly, teasingly around him and she sang the chorus, her heeled boots tugging her posture upright so her body curved in all the right places. She caught Feyre’s eye as she circled Azriel, still knelt on the floor and looking as though he was more than content to stay there forever. Y/N’s sister looked like her eyes were about to bulge out of her head, her smile growing so big that Y/N thought it would be too big for her face. Next to her, Rhysand simply winked, an encouraging smirk boosting her confidence.

“They say he’s morally grey, what can I say? Grey’s my favourite colour,”

As she made her way back to the front of Azriel’s view, still gripping his hand as he held it upright for her to use, she slowly lowered herself down to a squat in front of him as she sang the line. From this angle, she was now much closer to his face than before, and she noticed the subtle sheen of lust glazing over his eyes. It almost made her lose balance - almost. She brought his hand gently to her lips, placing a chaste kiss onto his marred knuckles, and he took in a sharp breath. Most people flinch when they see his hands, or grimace, or turn away. Not Y/N. No, she thinks Azriel’s scars are part of his story. The backstory to a warrior, a survivor. Scars are not the memory of what happened, but a testament to who you have become.

“Morally grey, what can I say? Grey’s my favourite…”

She rose to her feet, prepared to give Azriel some space to begin his verse, remembering the nerves that clung to him barely a minute ago. As she began to turn, taking the first step away from him, something cold slithered around her ankle, and one around her waist. The shadows pulled her straight back to where she was as the music lowered, and held her in place, as if they knew that hearing his voice would send her to the floor. And Mother above, they knew her well.

“What can I say? No I don’t pray, but for your body, I’ll worship,”

She could have sworn her knees buckled, but she couldn’t tell from the shadows holding her still. Azriel’s voice was like silk, so soft and pure, yet it lit her insides on fire in a way that she’d never felt, burning her up like a beautiful, dying star. If his voice was to be the thing to send her to her death, then so be it. She would die very, very happy. He reached out once again, and this time she did not stop him as he ran his hand up her thigh all the way to her waist from his position on the floor. Even kneeling, his Illyrian frame was intimidatingly large, her body standing not too much taller than his. His eyes watched his hand intently as it traced the curve of her side, as if they didn’t have an audience, one that was most definitely gaping at Azriel’s sudden brazenness.

“Girl don’t be afraid, my love’s a grenade, just be a good girl, you can take it,”

Like an angel rising from the ashes of war, Azriel stood slowly, wings flaring as he rose to his full height. His gaze was already intense when she was the one looking down at him, but now that he was the one towering over her, the darkness in his eyes shot electricity straight through her body and into her core, her head reeling with thoughts so sinful that nothing could save her. His hand on her waist squeezed on the words good girl, and she was forced to bite her lip hard to stop herself from reacting in a way that would later be incredibly embarrassing. His eyes tracked the movement, lingering on her bottom lip as she released it from her teeth with a pop.

“Call me insane but for you, I was made, I’d burn the world down if it’d make you feel safe,”

The fire in Azriel’s eyes blazed as he took one step toward her, and another, and another, closer and closer. The upper hand that Y/N had held up until now had slipped, yielding step after step backward, her control completely faltering. She had always known that doing this with Azriel would likely create some… tension between the two of them, and he must have known, but Cauldron, this was unlike anything she had ever expected. Azriel was so close that she felt his body heat, felt her face warming, likely for everyone to see under the harsh glare of the spotlights.

“It’s you that I crave, and nothing compares to your taste,”

Y/N couldn’t help but feel like Azriel meant every single word he was singing. No, he didn’t write the lyrics himself of course, but the way his eyes burned with such feeling, and… what looked to be desperation, told her there was much more to this than meets the eye. And Gods… the way his voice cracked ever so slightly with a primal need as those final words left his mouth had her praying to whatever higher powers she could to forgive her for the damning shivers he was sending straight to the very heart of that taste he craved so badly.

As the chorus rolled around once more, their voices finally blended as one, and nothing had ever sounded so right. Azriel’s shadows danced freely around the two of them, creating a tornado of darkness, of intimacy, where they were right in the eye of the storm. The song continued, and the pull between the two of them was magnetic, almost hypnotic as they completely forgot about the audience they had; their family who were most definitely gaping like fish out of water. Y/N could feel Azriel’s warm breath on her face as he sang, his angelic voice whispering less-than-angelic promises that only she could hear in the way it trembled.

Y/N honestly didn’t think that Azriel could get any closer - what she failed to consider was that the shadowsinger was in so deep that he wasn’t planning on stopping until there was absolutely no space left between them. As the song once again softened, Azriel took his chance and leaned impossibly closer, abandoning his vocals in favour of a different use of that mouth. Y/N inhaled sharply as Azriel’s lips brushed against hers, gently, experimentally. Some instinctive part of her that knew this was right pushed her forward to press her lips a little harsher against his, earning a shiver from the shadowsinger. She heard a soft rustle coming from behind him as his wings twitched from the anticipation.

As he pulled away, Azriel heard a shaky exhale escape her lips, caused only by the feeling of him, the heat of two bodies pressed close together, the rush of meeting the lips of the person who, deep down, you know is made for you. Your partner. Your mate. That shiver he elicited from Y/N was the final straw - the last thing he needed to cement his plans for the night. His face still inches from hers, he whispered with a voice so low he wasn’t sure it had even come from him, “You’re mine tonight.”

One moment, the IC were watching dumbfounded at the scene playing out in front of them, some wondering if they really should be averting their eyes (apart from Cassian, who sat with a shit-eating grin on his face). The next moment, the stage was empty, a whisper of shadows the only thing left standing in their wake. Azriel had disappeared in a flash, winnowed to who knows where, taking Y/N with him.

“Goddamn, Az,” Rhys chuckled into his drink after a beat of shocked silence. “Nicely done.”

“No! But they didn’t even finish their song!” Cassian pouted, gesturing wildly at the empty stage as the music still played from the speakers.

“Somehow I don’t think that’s their priority right now, Cass,” Mor giggled, practically vibrating from excitement and pride, exploding with glee at what had taken place since her little pep talk earlier.

Rhys set his glass down on the table in favour of throwing an arm over the top of Feyre’s chair. “It’s about time those two did something about the obvious, right?”

As Feyre’s eyes sparkled with delight for her twin, she giggled at his words, overjoyed at the knowledge that Y/N may at last feel the happiness of having a mate. A partner for all eternity.  “Yeah… finally.”

[sanjisblackasswife]

So.... Hello! I'm not Very good at english since it's not my language but here we Go. I wanna to say i really love your art (from fanarts to your write style) and i Hope you have a good day today. Anyway i don't know If your ask are ope but How the Monsters trio Will react with they being your First in everthing! (Like First Kiss, First love, First s*x, etc) you can do nsfw-ish If you wanted

aww thank u!:) I am not going to go into grave detail because I am already doing a “First time” series with them but i like this request💓imma do it moreso where you’re THEIRS if thats alright

Being the Monster Trio’s First (NSFW-ish)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Mentions of sex

I am half sleep and typing this all in one go so mb for my spelling errors im just making up for lost time not posting consistently because school and coms☹️

Being Luffy’s First:

Crush: Being his crush is no different from being his best friend, he isn’t a very romantic guy if he likes you he will just tell you, “Y/N I think about you a lot, and I also think you may have a Lust DF power because when I think of you i get hard.” Bless him he is very blunt. BUT he does mean what he says so..be nice?

Kiss: Probably the most anticlimactic thing ever. Luffy already licks your face, hugs, and touches you a lot so when he starts running at you after a fight to see if you’re okay BAM. His lips smack into yours like a bowling ball and honestly. It’s cute. Completely uncoordinated, damn near sucked your bottom lip off, but…there was just something so addictive and attractive to his kiss that made you want more

Love: Very odd in his case. He just thought he liked you a lot. The signs were evident though, when you tell him he doesn’t deny it persay he moreso brushes it off because being in love is so new to him. However being his first love is something you can’t forget. He reminds you everyday why you’re important. Why he loves you. And why he fell in love with you.

Sexual Encounter: It was fun! You both were inexperienced. He didn’t know what hole to enter, you were shocked by how long he can stretch his dick. You both even spent the night laughing more than actually having sex, but once it came down to business it was a learning experience for you both. He was so attentive to make sure you were okay you felt yourself crying a little afterwards at how gentle he was with you.

Being Zoro’s First:

crush: He’s actually more of an asshole to you Not even on purpose he just doesn’t want to admit his feelings towards you. You’re beautiful, sweet, and charming and dammit he hates that he has feelings and how you always mess them up when you’re around him! He feels so powerless so please be gentle with him…or put him on blast. It maybe attractive to the mf.

Kiss: Awkward, awkward, awkward. He isn’t the rizzmaster okay. Yes he is pretty and he knows it but he is crap to flirting. absolutely crap. He was so hot in the face when you did the first move and kissed him he was a stuttering mess and pulled you back in for another kiss to prevent you from laughing at him. His kisses wasn’t BAD but …just practice with him. Yeah it was awkward but seeing your face so close and personal, smelling your scent. He couldn’t get enough.

Love: DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT Absolutely ridiculous how in denial he was. Everytime someone even said the word love he’d get so mad because that word applied to you in so many ways. He fell for you and he couldn’t do anything about it. You were the one opponent he could not beat and honestly, he didn’t want to. He fell for you and he fell so hard that it actually makes him nervous to be around you. He doesn’t know whether he loves you or hates you now for being so irresistible to him. Eventually he comes to terms with it and once it does and you feel the same way. Good luck getting rid of him.

Sexual Encounter: You taught him everything. He didn’t know his way from the clit to your ass. It took a lot of trial and error, sex wasn’t really NEW to him. He has seen porn but it’s completely different from films and pictures so sometimes he would back down when making out got too far, eventually he needed that release one late night while cuddling you and even though he could have went to the bathroom you stopped him and …helped him out. Let’s just say Zoro is so grateful he didn’t pussy out this go round!

Being Sanji’s First:

Crush: Sanji is an interesting guy because any woman that knows Sanji knows he is a mixture of a flirt and just having amazing manners for women. You however was just above the usual women he served to. Being his crush was an experience because you seen a side to Sanji most women don’t get to see. You seen him stand up straighter, sly comments that made your heart melt, and even kept his cool…too cool in fact. He really was Mr. Prince for you.

Kiss: The first kiss he planned it out. He knew his feelings about you and that you felt the same so he needed to plan it just right not just for him, but for you as well. The kiss was so soft and delicate you almost didn’t feel it. And that was because he shy’ed away for a moment, scared his sudden bold move would have you smack him, Luckily, he didn’t have to worry feeling your hands cup his cheek to kiss him back. He still touches his lips when he thinks about that time you kissed him.

Love: I mean man…you really are a blessed woman because out of all of the others he has seen and been with he chose you and only you. it’s insane really. He tries in his entire will to not mess this opportunity to find true love up. You being his first love he watches his mouth and actions around you more, He tries his hardest not to ruin the view you have of him and it shows. If you can just reassure him you love him for him and not who he thinks he needs to be. Sanji needs the confirmation that you love him almost as much as he loves you.

Sexual Encounter: LORD—- okay. okay. Just like Zoro trial and error HOWEVER. Much longer and worse. He really is still a pervert no matter how much in love he is with you so you have to take it very slow. Once you both are okay to be naked in front of each other he is back to being a shy boy so you constantly kiss and praise him, telling him how good he is for you, how well he is doing for his first time. You were so kind and patient with him, it never fails to leave a chill down his spine (in a good way) when he remembers that night of love making with you, and now that he has more experience he does nothing but reciprocate the same feelings back to you in bed.

[seangelfish]

buster bros with a younger sister.. you,, SHAKES YOU !! sobbing it was so so cute !! i love how you interpretated it and how each bro had a different relationship w/ her !! it was very heartwarming aughhuhuuhhh

so,, im back to request more yippee !! could i request ichiro dating someone ? what would their relationship be like, how would his brothers react and most importantly would they approve,,

sorry if this is too much i just love buster bros a completely normal amount,,

A/N: I'm so glad you liked it as I had so much fun writing it! And of course, I'm loving the Ichiro requests from you haha~ I am SO sorry this took so long, but I hope you will also like this one too! (´꒳`)♡

Relationship headcanons

Ichiro Yamada x reader ♡ Genres/types: Fluff, headcanons, established relationship, she/her pronouns, not proofread! ♡ Word count: 854 ♡ Synopsis: Headcanons of what Ichiro is like in a relationship and how his brothers react to it.

– Ichiro would be the best lover you could ever ask for. He's so attentive and loving that it melts your heart. He knows every little thing about you that you were sure he wouldn't remember, so it would always be a sweet surprise when he'd gift you your favourite snack or drink.

– Despite how busy he is, you're always on his mind. Whenever he thinks about you, a smile never fails to creep up on his face. He's always hoping that your day goes the way you want it to, but if it doesn't, he'll always be there to cheer you up!

– His love language would definitely be acts of service. If you want something done, he'll do it in seconds. If you can't or don't have the motivation to run your usual errands, he'll do it for you instead. If you're an anxious and shy individual, he'll be your voice. He won't even mind it if you can't speak up for yourself because he'll do it for you.

– He'll be there to stand up for you if you aren't able to. He'll even be mad at your behalf if something or someone hurts you. Because of this, the person who has done you wrong will apologise immediately.

"Ichiro, you don't need to do that, it's fine..."

"No, it's not. They can't say that to you and get away with it!"

– Therefore, a relationship with Ichiro would be an ideal one. He's dependent and reliable, and is always emotionally and physically supportive. You don't need to tell him what to do because he just knows what you'd like for him to do. But of course, he'd like for you to communicate the things you like too.

– It's comfortable and safe with Ichiro. You know you can depend on him and he enjoys taking care of you too. It's probably because of his brotherly instincts, but his love for you is a lot different than his love for his brothers. He loves you with his whole heart and he isn't afraid to show it... only after getting comfortable in the relationship though.

– When he first had a crush on you, Ichiro was extremely bashful. He couldn't help it though. You were just so amazing and pretty. His eyes would light up every time he saw you. But he tried being subtle about it. His confession was kind of subtle too, but it was cute and romantic - just like the romance novels he reads.

He had brought you to a place where you could see the stars in the skies clearly, how beautiful they sparkled from where you stood.

You were in awe of how they looked. "Wow, the night sky is so pretty from up here!" you exclaim.

"Mhmm," Ichiro agrees. "This is how I see you too."

– The two of you would definitely watch anime together. You would give him recommendations of your favourite ones and he would immediately watch them. He loves all your suggestions and always asks for more.

– In addition, you would read manga with him too - sometimes together or just separately - but when you read together, he likes it when the two of you lay on your fronts as he holds the manga for you.

– You would cook together too. It feels like you're already married considering you take care of his younger brothers as well. After all, they're kids, so you treat them with love and care, cooking them meals and eating together like a family too.

– However, when you first met his brothers, they didn't seem to like you. You knew why as their reasons were obvious. They were so possessive of Ichiro, fully believing you were going to take him away from them. It was hilariously cute, but you had to reassure them with actions that wasn't your intention.

– You find their love for Ichiro really sweet, so you try befriending them. However, since they were so hard to get, Ichiro had to tell them to be nicer to you.

– Gradually, they start warming up to you. Jiro probably warms up to you first before Saburo does. They realise how much you care about their big bro and how much you care about them too. They always feel fluffy whenever they talk to you since you're so attentive and kind.

– Therefore, when they finally do approve of the relationship, they start wanting to hang out with you too. They think of you as their older sister or even a mother with the way you act. They love having you around, so it feels kind of empty whenever you're not there. When you were gone for almost two weeks due to work, they're the ones who miss you more than Ichiro does.

– Ultimately, being in a relationship with Ichiro is warm and loving. There's never a dull day being in the Yamada household either. It becomes a second home to you where you never want to leave as it's so comforting and full of life.

– And perhaps one day, this life will become a permanent one, where you get to stay with Ichiro forever alongside his brothers too.

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[onmyyan]

Hi I just wanted to make a request to ask if you could make a Drabble to ask if you could make a gabe x reader as you when you talked about caspians family you mentioned how gabe is compared to his brother caspian or possibly someone else I would like to know more about him in general and about what would he do with a clay maker s/o who secretly knows about the family business and is an insomniac and also likes to sleep a lot but tries to do the most that they can and won’t fall for the manipulation tactics he uses and just says “ you know if you wanted me to stay home you could’ve just said so?🤨

sorry if your burnt out also have as much fun as you can as a 22 year old !!! You don’t have an obligation to answer this but thank you.

A/N: Ello bby i am soooo happy you asked about Gabe omfg im kicking my feet rn!!! I tried to check all the boxes of the request i apologize if i missed any, Also I'm not burnt out thank you for your sweet words i wanna give u a forehead kith anyway!!!! Heres Gabe! NOT EDITED

T/W: YANDERE, MURDER, GABE IS FUCKIN CRAZY LMAO,CURSING

Gabrielllll Mi Amor omg where do I even begin?!

Standing at a proud 6'4 this mf is big. He's the strongest of his brothers physically, and has always used it to his advantage.

Early on in his life he was being compared to Caspian. They looked so alike it wasn't hard to see why people brought it up the way they did but it still bugged him.

Subconsciously he began to act anyway his brother wasn't. Be it avoiding the kitchen like the plague or gluing himself to the workshop downstairs.

Has a voice like warm butter and can sing stupidly well.

Sings/hums little tunes whenever he's working.

Love languages are acts of service and gift giving, he just wants to take care of you.

Terrified of spiders, he will call you crying to come get it.

Loves tinkering with things, surprisingly delicate hands for such a rough guy.

He laughs with his whole body, the kinda loud boisterous one that made other people start.

Snorts when he finds something especially funny.

He has a hard time reading social cues so he's constantly making dumb jokes, especially when he's not supposed to but he's so funny it's hard to stay mad at him.

Charm up the wazoo, the kinda guy where no matter where he goes, someone's coming up to say hello to him.

He's really good at pattern recognition and it makes him come off a bit psychic at times

Like how he'd clock someone's bad mood the second he seen them, notices details most people wouldn't.

Himbo.

The kinda guy where if you accidentally burn yourself he'll do it too just so you could be in equal amounts of pain, is it dumb as hell? Yeah. Is it also the sweetest thing ever? Absolutely.

Wants the kind of love Mortica and Gomez have, unfiltered raw passion.

Morbid sense of humor.

He's always warm no matter the temperature, comes in mad handy during the colder months and means he wears the smallest amount of clothing when it's hot out which is just a win for everyone.

Scorpio male I repeat Scorpio male. Do with that what you will.

Believes in love at first sight, he's such a big softie.

Had his tongue pierced in his friend's dingy kitchen when he was 18, a secret to this day his mom doesn't know about it.

His canines are a little longer than most and he absolutely had a vampire phase.

Likes to bite. A lot. It's a love language.

He confides in Caspian for everything, expect his envy of him. For that he talks to Ricky.

He can knock someone out with his right hook and has many times before.

He grew up working for his dad's approval and that meant getting his hands dirty.

At first his was a bit weary of using his strength to hurt people but that all changed when his Father put things in perspective for him.

"Everything we do- it's to keep food on our table, to keep us safe- your mother safe." And it all clicked.

Violence for the sake of violence wasn't okay. But violence for the sake of love? That shit was poetic.

He's essentially the family's guard dog. If anyone fucked with them? You told Gabe and suddenly the problem was gone.

He loves the color red, specifically the shade of red that came outta' the first guy his Father sent him after.

He was just supposed to rough him up a little but had too much fun caving in the dude's face.

Thinks killing in the name of love is the most caring thing you can do for someone.

Lil bit of a masochist streak. Likes when he gets to fight someone who can actually keep up with him cuz that little jolt he gets down his spine when he gets hit is addicting.

Animals love him, like you got a cat that hates everyone? Loves him.

Likes preening himself, takes about an hour in the shower everyday, since he dyes his hair so often he takes extra special care of it.

He has a beauty routine and he never skips it, definitely sets up self care spa days with the two of you once you're together.

Really good at videogames, like don't let him goad you into any sort of bet around gaming bec you will lose.

He's the second oldest but carries a lot of the weight of the older brother title since Cas wants nothing to do with the family business

Loves taking things apart to see how they work then putting them back together. He's done this to his PC a lot.

Really such a sweetheart but he has a dark side that feels a lot like a caged animal.

He's not afraid to show you this side because he's proud of it, it's kept him and his kin safe time and time again, why wouldn't he want you to know he'd do anything for you?

Does not like large public spaces, he needs to have a clear way in and out of any area.

Has mad anxiety, takes meds for it.

Works out every day, his favorite way to do so is jogging, he loves being able to just turn off his brain and go.

He meets you on one of those jogs!! Runs right past your art studio but stops when he sees you about to drop this heavy ass box you're attempting to move in a truck.

"Woah- I got you don't worry." He said in an attempt not to scare you as he was some random man running at you from across the street.

You'd peak your head out with the sweetest smile he's ever seen. The honest gratefulness in your eyes warmed him to his core.

"Oh thank you!- I appreciate it." Sure the words were simple but paired with that sheepish little laugh brought heat to his cheeks, he had the sudden to urge to fix his hair, make sure he looked presentable because holy shit were you gorgeous.

You're in a dust covered pair of overalls, your hair is windswept, and you still knocked the breath from his lungs.

"Whatcha' got in there?-god sorry if it's personal you don't need to, I'm sorry." He was very obviously flustered but he was so cute it only added to the charm.

"It's some clay my friend asked for- I had some extra from this project I'm working on- anyway thank you so much.." She trailed off waiting for his name. "Gabriel, you can call me Gabe." His voice was deep and warm like molasses on a hot cookie.

He asks for your number then and there and your fate is sealed.

He runs home faster than he's ever run before, like straight to his apartment, straight to the laptop, doesn't even close the front door kinda rushing.

You only gave him your first name but since he knew you most likely worked at the pottery studio he met you outside of he could find what he needed easily.

He wasn't the most technology savvy man out there but he managed to find a few of your socials and made a quick call to a friend, he has a lot of connections and it was nothing to get the info he needed.

He's a straight shooter and texts you asking for a coffee date that night.

You accept, and despite not usually entertaining men you'd only met that day, he had this captivating energy that had you accepting before you could talk yourself out of it.

The date would be dummy cute, he shows up with flowers and what was supposed to be a quick cup of coffee turns into an all day adventure where you just talked and talked about everything and nothing.

He has you laughing the entire date, blushing from the sheer intensity of his gaze. He was blunt in the way where he said whatever was on his mind.

"I'm sorry- Ima be real I didn't catch a word you just said- the sun hit your face and I had to take a second. Holy shit- you're stunning." His genuine disbelief along with the way he shyly inched his hand to interlock your fingers had your heart skipping a few beats.

He's so into love and the idea of being entirely wrapped up in it.

Before you know it it's getting dark and if he's not walking you to your door he's politely demanding you let him know when you're safe and sound.

The kinda person who makes sure your seatbelt is on or if you're walking on the sidewalk he'll always take the street side just in case.

Would jump out of his coat if you gave the slightest inclination you were cold.

He once balled up his hoodie and threw it at you from across the room like a basketball, like he jumped and dunked.

If you wear fake lashes first time you take em off he the type of dude to be terrified thinking you're just yanking out your real one's.

If he has stuff in his hands and you jump at him he will launch the items if it means catching you better.

Definitely the type to randomly come up to you and silently demand affection.

He wants you to go with him to the gym just to see him be hot. N like maybe give him a reward kiss every time he completes a set.

Surprisingly graceful for such a big dude.

He's an all or nothing type, makes that abundantly clear on the phone one night as he'd gotten in the habit of falling asleep to your voice.

"I want you. Entirely. And I've never been good at denying myself." He'd sound so sure, so certain in his words it made your brain go a bit fuzzy.

Possessive in a hot way not an icky controlling way.

Like if someone hits on you in front of him he has to physically distract himself so he doesn't commit a crime in broad daylight.

Instead whenever his jealously is triggered he becomes a koala, latches himself to your back like a demon, his massive form hovering behind you whenever you went.

"My girl can dress however she wants. I can fight."

Does not tolerate any disrespect towards you or your relationship.

Some girl tried to grind on him at the club and he threw his drink at her.

Petty as HELL when mad, he has a shit list and you do not want to be on it.

Protective as hell, if you indulge his little tendencies (putting sunblock on you if it's warm out, always bringing extra snacks incase you get hungry when you're working) he will start talking about marriage lmao

Speaking of he loves to linger around your studio whenever he can, be warned he will distract you by being adorable so working will be hard but it's totally worth it.

Nicknames for you are : Baby girl, Ma', WIFEY,(almost always followed by a kiss) Darlin', Mi Amor.

He's struggled with insomnia before so he knows a thing or two.

Once you start sleeping over more he notices your nocturnal habits and quickly adjusts.

If you ever get up because you just can't sleep and need to get some energy out he always wakes up.

He can't sleep without you so if you're gone longer than a minute sirens go off in his mind and he's wide awake.

If you wanna watch TV until you can finally rest you know he's right there with you, likes to have you resting in his lap so he can wrap himself around you entirely.

If you simply want to exist in silence he can do that to, so long as he's with you he knows peace.

It wouldn't take long for you to realize his family's secret.

Gabe can keep a secret from anyone.

Except you.

Sometimes his Father would call for him at odd hours of the night, and he'd have to shoot out of bed with little explanation.

You'd wake up to the lightest pressure on your forehead as he kissed you goodbye.

"Shit- go back to sleep Baby, somethin' going down at the shop, they need me." He'd say this cradling your still half asleep face, gently thumbing over your cheeks before stealing another kiss.

He'd come back hours later, the sky still dark and he always showered and put his clothes in the washer before he came to lay back down.

After a while these constant exits would have you a little worried, while yes he was the single most loyal man you'd met and the idea of him cheating seemed laughable, especially considering how seriously he took you, you knew he was hiding something.

Eventually our boy slips up and leaves some blood on his shirt, it was splattered on like paint and yeah at first you were a bit terrified at the concept of your boyfriend being violent then you really started to think about it.

The way he talked about people he didn't like, that look in his eye whenever you told him someone had upset you, how he seemed almost eager to fight at any time.

It made sense.

Then there's the way he talks about his family's shop.

"It's kinda' fun working down there- yeah it can get messy but that's my favorite part."

"I mean Jimmy knew what kinda' businessman pops is- no wonder he die- retired. No wonder he uh, retired. 👀"

It's embarrassing how slick he thinks he is.

It all comes to its boiling point when one day you two are out and bump into a smaller, who at the sight of your loving boyfriend, goes pale as a sheet, nearly dropping the bags in his arm.

"H-Hey Gabe! Boy it's been a minute huh? Listen tell your pops I ain't ducking him or nothing I swear!-" The man said practically vibrating in place, sweat pooling down his flustered face. He was petrified.

Gabe cut him off with a look, his eyes glancing between you and the vermin across him.

"It's Gabriel. Only my friends get to call me Gabe. Do you think we're friends Joey?" You'd never heard this tone from your boyfriend before, it was cold and dry, as if was an entirely different person speaking.

His hold on your waist would tighten when the trembling man looked to you.

"Aye don't look at her look at me, I'm the one talking to you right?." He sneered down, he didn't move and still had the stranger flinching. "Your mama never taught you manners or somethin'?"

"My apologies- really Gabriel, I didn't mean nothin' by it." And with that he'd practically run away, checking over his shoulder every few seconds as if he though Gabe would be following.

"Forgive me, Amor. Some people-" he sucked his teeth before shaking off his nasty look. His fingers began dancing against your side.

"He owe your dad some money?" You'd ask figuring the interaction far too intense to be about a late car job or something.

Gabe would respond honestly before thinking, "Yeah, little bastard has been dodging me all week now he wants to come up to us- nevermind that, let's go were gonna miss the movie!" His flustered response would break all tension, but you'd gotten all the confirmation you needed.

All in all this big bad bastard just needs someone to hold his leash and accept his particular brand of love.

[noorionoodles]

Hi, I read your latest headcanons about the spring troupe boys, could you do something like this on the Harvest Town characters?

(if you don't want it's no problem)

def gonna do a bachelorette version soon!

Harvest Town Bachelors & (S/O)'s Hugs Headcanons

tw/: really long, sad in Lee Yeung's part, mentions of alcohol in Andy's part.

❦Andy Reed

• I'm sorry, this guy's love language is physical touch.

• It's canon, I don't make the rules here.

• His hugs are so comforting! They happen really often depending on how comfortable you are with them.

• Back hugs, bear hugs, lifting-you-in-his-arms-as-he-spins-you-around-hugs; man does all of 'em.

• Really precious about it, too! He'd try and one up you by whispering sweet nothings in your ear. But give him a surprise kiss and he'd literally melt.

• The first time it happened was on a typical night of late hours of bartending. Aside from the usual patrons every Friday, it wasn't a busy shift.

• So imagine his surprise when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind.

• He looked over his shoulder, and the biggest grin would plaster his face.

• There you were, face buried in the crook of his neck as you inhaled the familiar scent of bourbon and sandelwood. Your hands reached down to lace with his, and all he could do was smile wider at the firm, almost clingy grip. He almost didn't sense the stench of alcohol off you, let alone notice you sneaking behind the counter to approach him.

• You'd mumble something in his ear, and even if he couldn't pick up on your words, he'd simply turn around to pull you in an embrace. The soft sigh that left your lips told him all that needed to be said, his own shoulders relaxing slightly as he absentmindely traced languid shapes on your back.

• "I don't remember serving you a drink today, Little Farmer." He'd muse, trying to get your hands off him. A chuckle would escape his lips when you'd tighten your hold in protest.

• If only you'd snap out of your drunken haze to notice the sparkle in his eyes, the way he looked at you with complete adoration. A smile so warm and gentle, he'd forget he's on the job.

• He's leaning over to kiss your forehead, wondering to himself just what he did to deserve someone like you.

• Gives the BEST hugs!

⚘Bill Hanks

• He's so big that'd he literally bury you in his arms, giving you the most precious hug that'll leave you giddy and smiling like an idiot (while also suffocating you in the process).

• Please don't be mad he's just really excited to see you.

• Would be a blushing mess the first time round. Absolutely clueless on what to do.

• Where should he put his hands around? what should he say? Is he hurting you? Oh God, he doesn't want to hurt you—

• I headcanon that because he grew up without a mother, he finds it difficult to express such sweet gestures so... intimately.

• Even if he's generally a sweet guy.

• "Is this okay? Am I doing this right? I'm not hurting you, am I?" He'd ask over and over again. You have to reassure the poor guy that you're fine.

• The more you do it, the more he'll ask for it.

• "Heh, this is kinda fun.."

• Too much of a dumbass to try and act slick about it.

• But you humour him cuz you love him.

• His fave's definitely the one where he's the little spoon (ill die on this hill) His face nuzzled in your chest as you brush his dishevelled hair.

• Whenever he'd work at his million-and-one different part-time jobs, and he spots you? Would sprint to you for a quick hug before running back and tripping in the process.

𝄞Duke Evans

• Ahhh, this guy's tricky.

• Cuz on one hand, he has a hard time with touches. He hates how he recoils at the slightest of physical affection from you.

• On the other hand, you're so understanding about it, making him hate this part of himself even more. The last thing he wants is to hurt your feelings or to deprive you of something in a relationship he genuinely feels welcome in.

• So, one night, after having a few too many drinks in Andy's bar, something stirred inside him when you stepped inside.

• He'd stare at you with a pout, watching you say your hellos to Andy and the patrons as he sat alone in the far end of the tables.

• When you finally notice him, you'd smile at him, not noticing his watering eyes at first glance. Taking his hand he didn't even realize he was floating towards you. You sat beside him. Content with just a little bit of affection like this, you were surprised to suddenly feel his head on your shoulder, hands cautiously resting on your waist like he's terrified to move any closer. He'd murmur a soft whisper, hiccups, and voice cracks.

• You didn't need to be told twice; you pull him in. And that subtle sign of consent was the final tug in his heart to bury his face in your neck. You don't mention the inaudible sobs, his trembling shoulders, his soft thank you's. And he's glad for it. Glad to allow himself to feel, glad to have you to help him feel.

• "Please...I need a hug."

• Andy closed the bar a little early to give the two of you some privacy.

♛Chris Ford

• Chris would act like your cuddles don't phase him. Not in the least.

• What do you mean the love of his life is, at this very moment, snuggling against him in a blanket because they're sick and he DEMANDED that they take a day off?

• What do you mean that the soft plush of their cheek against his back makes his brain melt on overdrive and throw his focus on the gamematch out the window?

• He's not falling deeper and blushing profusely at this very moment, of course not!

• He isn't truly annoyed. In fact, your hugs make him feel all soft and warm inside.

• "(S/O)," He'd sigh, hiding the distinct red on his cheeks that was illuminated by the computer screen. "Why do you even do this?"

• As you both get closer, you'd find most of your dates consisting of sitting together admist the mountaintops, watching the stars scattered like diamonds in the night sky.

• You'd snuggle close, a blanket wrapped around the two of you. For some reason, the boy born with a silver spoon in his mouth didn't seem to mind sitting on the grassy patch.

• Why would he when he has you by his side?

𓆝Fisher

• "Hm?"

• "Hey, Fisher."

• "Can I hug you?"

• "...What?"

• Hoo boy, I don't even know how you convinced the merman to hug you, but you did.

• "Can I hug you?"

• "I heard you the first time, human. What even is a hug?"

• The first time didn't go so well. You sat near one of the streams flowing down the moutains, his body half submerged in water. You wrap your arms around him, hands touching his bare chest, and he was convinced you were trying to suffocate him.

• Man's so on guard that he can't even trust his (S/O) for physical affection :,)

• Took a lot of patience and explanation. Dude never truly understood what the purpose of a hug was. He wanted to quit at some point, thinking all of this was just sappy human nonsense.

• But seeing as how you were so persistent about it, and the fact that it kinda did feel nice...just a tad bit, he gave in. He'd notice the soft smile on your face whenever you embraced him from behind, chin resting on his head and arms wrapped around the broad shelves of his shoulders. He'd notice how you didn't seem to mind getting your clothes a little wet, your eyes drooping close from the fatigue of yet another busy day. Your body would shiver in the cold as the winds of the late-night beach enveloped you.

• He wished he could provide you the warmth that you deserved, but all he could do is turn around and face you, to wrap you in his protective embrace and shield you from the world and everything bad about it.

• Funny, how he felt such feelings for a human. Then again, he was long convinced that you were special.

• You were special, and you were his.

𓆲Lee Yau

• Ah, yes our favourite emotionally constipated tsun-tsun. Whenever you miraculously convince him to cuddle with you, its either because he's extremely tried from hours of studying, or he's drunk.

• And the latter's pretty rare too. I imagine he can hold his liquor (unless someone gives me ample evidence he doesn't lol)

• They'd always start out simple; you surprising him from his book while he sat on the bench in the Town Square, an arm slinking around his shoulder as you keep pestering him till he gives on or snaps in irritation.

• The latter doesn't last long however, as your comfortable hug puts him to a relaxation he can never describe in words.

• You'd visit him some nights, entering his room to see him slouched on the table, diligently taking notes with baggy eyes. He'd turn over his shoulder to acknowledge your presence and nothing more.

• At least, not until you press your thumb on the nape of his neck, other hand massaging his shoulders does he close his book. Not until you whisper kind words in his ear does he take off his coat, pulling you under the covers. Not until you brush away the strands from his face does he strip off his mask of indifference; a soft, tired look on his face as he succumbs to sleep in your embrace.

• "What are you doing here? I didn't ask you to worry over me."

⚠Lee Yeung

• Lee Yeung's introverted and closed-off nature has resulted in him rarely interacting with others. You've seen it plenty of times; his reluctance in introducing himself, shyness when it comes to sharing his interests. The way he'd hide his smile with his arm, almost to shield himself; although you find his habits cute, he sees them as an insecurity.

• He pushes people away, even those who care about him.

• So when you entered the RV and saw him hunched over his computer, the glare on his glasses hiding the exhaustion on his feauters, you remained silent. Instead you stood beside him, watching him type away at lightening speed.

• You simply nod, scooting behind him to rest your head on his shoulder. That simple gesture stopped his typing and he looked your way. With a sigh, he closed his computer down. He knew insisting wouldn't work. He has done it before. You didn't listen.

• "You need something?" He'd finally turn around and face you, flicking up his glasses to reveal his baggy eyes squinting in the darkness.

• With a spin of his chair, he yelped in surpirsen at your sudden embrace. The shy boy's tensed up body slowly relaxing in your soothing embrace.

• You take off his glasses, a kiss on each of his eyelid. That is when he melted, hand idly saving whatever project he was working on and he stood up.

• You take your hand in his and pull him outside. Maybe for some fresh air, maybe to watch the stars. He doesn't know. The only thing in his mind at this moment was how grateful he was to have you by his side.

• Did your hugs ever solve his stubborn belief in never deserving love? He wished, but they never did.

• For now though, he's content just laying in your arms, in your protective embrace.

[gigidragonbbxxx]

a personal struggle + an education

this is all just gigi's opinions + thoughts

Reader, I'm struggling with empathy right now.

Don't worry, I'm not suffering from a personality pathology, I promise I am quite sympathetic and empathetic. It's just battling the feeling of wanting to be kind but also seeing a major problem and knowing I need to get it off my chest.

Let me give it to yall straight (with tweaked/paraphrased details to protect privacy and not to out anyone):

I saw a favorite loass coach/twt account/subliminal creator make fun of an "old timey" English sentence either from Neville Goddard or Edward Art. They proceeded to say that they "hate" it and "why can't they just say it simpler". and then someone else commented "they're talking bullshit fr".

The convo thread on twt devolved into an echo chamber that essentially boiled down to the old fool's adage "If I don't understand it, it must be stupid and not worth it."

This really triggered me because

The phrase quoted was not that hard to understand.

It was clear these women were not educated

Why am I judging or mad at people for their ignorance? (this is why I kept quiet on twt and went here to vent. I acknowledge that two things can be true, I can be kind and still be honest.)

I was and currently am still wrestling with these things within me.

On one hand I don't want to judge. I want to be inclusive and welcoming and supportive.

On the other hand - yall don't look educated, yall wind up looking dumb.

I'll say a harsh truth yall and you can go argue with a damn wall but I know I'm right: stupidity is not cute.

My Hot Take (not so hot when you think about it)

The Law of Assumption rewards those who feed their mind with knowledge

Before you argue with me, think about it. Seriously.

I don't want to seem ableist if someone suffers from dyslexia or if someone struggles in school. It's totally okay to have different paths to learning. The importance is still obtaining the information. You can read or listen to the audiobook, etc. The paths to knowledge are varied but in the end the result is the same - THE KNOWING.

The "old timey" sentence that the creator complained about COULD BE READ BY NINTH GRADERS BECAUSE OF SHAKESPEARE EXPOSURE.

That's why I was exasperated. They were complaining about English (the only language in which they are fluent) that is regularly taught to 14 year olds.

Guys. Stand up. Please stand the fuck up.

Who in this world is gonna take you seriously without BASIC COMPETENCY in literature or math?

Lemme roast some of yall if you want to disagree:

Yall wanna be master manifesters and claim to understand the double slit experiment but can't even name the fundamental laws of science or explain them.

Yall wanna be successful in your businesses and don't know how to calculate your profits.

Yall wanna be seen as intellectuals who "understand" more than the majority of the population and yall can't even fucking read Descartes or Shakespeare.

Yall wanna be content creators and don't know how to proofread.

One time I bought an affirmation tape that came with a pdf with all the affirmations listed. The tape itself was excellent but the pdf was riddled with errors! It makes me sad because something that can help change your life, like a sleep tape to saturate, "cheapens" in its authenticity at the price of minor errors. Sigh.

Let me tell you that 100% you can be successful in this world just by going to the end and claiming it.

BUT YOU LOSE A LOT OF TREASURE BY NOT GIVING YOURSELF THE TOOLS TO DIG FOR IT.

THERE IS SO MUCH FOUNDATIONAL INFORMATION WITHIN THESE "OLD TIMEY" TEXTS.

and if you don't like any of it and just wanna watch sammy ingram and manifest like that THEN GO AHEAD BUT DONT CLAIM TO NOT UNDERSTAND A SENTENCE AND THEN CALL IT BULLSHIT.

just be honest and own it!

be honest that you don't wanna read, that you don't wanna be academic and that's 100% okay and you're still beautiful and worth everything but

do not put down the value of what is being said just because you don't understand it

That's why I am frustrated, reader.

I am educated enough to recognize when someone's ignorance is just that - ignorance.

But I am human enough to be annoyed.

So please give yourselves some grace and take the time to appreciate knowledge. Without the knowledge of the law of assumption, we wouldn't all be here interacting with one another.

xx, gigi

p.s. for those of you who are more familiar with reading the Bible via the law of assumption lens - I beg you to think of Solomon. He was asked by God what he would like and Solomon chose wisdom over material things. Why is that? Because through wisdom comes the ability to know how to obtain all one's desires. Food for thought.

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught

Here is the promised follow up to my drabble Smooth Hips Turner. I did a poll a couple weeks ago to determine what the plot should be and almost half of the votes were for her brother to find out about them dating.

I'm not a drama writer... I'm a romantic comedy writer... so I had some fun.

I'm also checking off a couple squares on my @the-slumberparty bingo card: Sports AU and Night Club.

Title: Smooth Hips Turner Gets Caught

Pairing: hockey player!Cole Turner x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 

IS SMOOTH HIPS TURNER IS OFF THE MARKET?? The superstar goalie was seen canoodling at a local club with an unknown female while out with friends over the weekend. Our body language expert looked at the photos and said the relationship looks serious and predicts that there will be wedding bells in the off season for the pro.

"Fuck," Cole cursed as he looked at the social media post.

"All my social media accounts were already private," you reminded him. "And I changed all my profile pictures to the beach as soon as I saw that post."

"Someone will recognize you though and sell your name and any dirt they have on you to the tabloids," he sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "Fuck. Your brother."

"Excuse me?" you asked with a laugh.

"Not literally fuck your brother," Cole replied with a grin. "But fuck, I wanted to tell your brother myself. But if he sees those photos, he's going to know."

Before you could respond, Cole's phone dinged and he glanced down at it, his eyes going wide as he looked at the message. Swallowing, he turned it towards you so you could see the message that had come in from your brother.

YOU'RE SLEEPING WITH MY SISTER????

CALL ME THE FUCK RIGHT NOW!

"I'll call him," you offered. "And I'll tell him to mind his own fucking business."

"No," Cole said, shaking his head. "I have to do this. I should have done it before now."

"You aren't having this conversation without me," you told him. "I get that he is your best friend, but he's my brother. And I get that he's my brother, but you're my boyfriend. You are not excluding me from this!"

"Alright, alright," Cole said, holding up his hands. "I'll call him now."

He sat down next to you on the couch and chose to video call your brother.

You weren't sure what to expect when your brother answered, but based on his text to Cole you weren't expecting the shit eating grin you got.

"Turner. Sis." He greeted you both. Then, to Cole, said, "So you finally grew a pair and asked her out, huh?"

It took a second for you and Cole to figure out what he meant by that but you started laughing while Cole just stared back at him in shock.

"Oh don't pretend to be shocked I knew," your brother told him. "You were fucking obvious, man. It was a relief when she went away to school because you weren't distracted all the time if she was home."

"You knew the whole time?" Cole asked, dumbfounded. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Uh, because it was my sister," your brother replied. "I wasn't going to encourage that when you didn't stand a chance with her. And after, well you lived in two different places and lived very different lives."

"So you aren't mad?" you asked him.

"That you guys are dating? Absolutely not," he replied. "I am annoyed that I found out from the fucking internet though!"

"It's not how we wanted you to find out," Cole said. "I was going to talk to you next week when my team was in town."

"You were?" you said, looking at Cole.

"I was," he replied, looking back at you.

Smiling, you leaned in and kissed him.

"OH YUCK! GROSS!" your brother complained. "Just because I'm ok with it doesn't mean I want to see it!"

"Say bye to your brother," Cole told you, pulling his lips away from yours.

"Bye, butt head," you called.

Your brother was still protesting when Cole ended the call and dropped the phone onto the floor.

[noxxytocin]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Tag ✍️

Thank you for the tag @myokk 🫰✨ This looks fun!

How many works do you have on AO3? 4 public and 1 anon!

What's your total AO3 word count? 18,969 words (public)

What fandoms do you write for? For now, I'm focused on Hogwarts Legacy. But I do have some pretty intense ships in other shows, like Stranger Things, so I might dip my quill into those at some point.

Top five fics by kudos? My most popular fic by kudos is Bury. It’s quite amusing because I knocked it out in one night after a few drinks and some seriously intense feelings. It’s my least polished piece, which just goes to show that AO3 readers are all about those spicy, quick reads and I love that, haha.

Do you respond to comments? Absolutely! Every comment notification makes my heart a bit brighter, so I reply to them with as much warmth as I put into my fics.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't think any of my stories end on an angsty note—I'm more of a fluff enthusiast.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Perhaps, Insomnium.

Do you get hate on fics? I don't believe I receive enough attention for that to be a concern. However, I do review all comments before they are posted for this very reason, so that I may block any unwanted individuals, if necessary.

Do you write smut? Yes, but in a very delicate, poetic manner. Smut, to me, possesses a certain elegance.

Craziest crossover? None.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge, though I do believe I have inspired some writings. I don’t particularly mind if I encounter similar works after mine has been published. Writing is meant to be an inspiring endeavor, and that is precisely the purpose of inspiration.

Have you ever had a fic translated? I have a close, French mutual who helps me double-check my French in my fanfics, and I know a decent amount.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Well, my husband provides me with a great many ideas for the fics I’ve written, so I would certainly count his contributions. He is an excellent beta reader!

All time favorite ship? I couldn't possibly choose that...I have so many ships. I don't believe I have a favorite; they all occupy equal space in my mind.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? None, I am confident that I will finish all of mine in time. I've just been busy!

What are your writing strengths? Transforming risqué themes into romantic fluff is my specialty. I can take a rather smutty idea and turn it into tooth-rotting fluff. It’s more of a curse than a strength, really, haha...I also enjoy crafting dialogue and capturing the canonical personalities of characters. When writing Sebinis, I make a point of watching extensive videos of their lines to accurately capture their mannerisms and language.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? It’s fine as long as it is executed properly. A minor mistake is forgivable, but it genuinely irritates me when I encounter French in other fics that is clearly incorrect, especially when the writer or beta says that French is their first language, yet this is not evident in their sentences. My French beta mutual has even remarked, “Yeah, no, they're lying” It drives me mad, as I am certain this beta is deceiving the poor author, and yet I cannot address it myself. It is not my place, and I am well aware that it would only result in the individual defensively justifying their lies. Hopefully they will find out eventually...

First fandom you wrote in? First ever?....hmm....I am honestly not sure...maybe (cringe) homestuck??? But that was in 2011 or 2012, hahaha...

Favorite fic you've written? One that I am currently doing for Sebinis...but I can't share because it's for an anon writing fest!

Surprise - no 20th question! 🫴✨ Tagging: @luminousecho @the-invisibility-bloke @shyinsunlight @steve-black-hl @moltenwrites @the-golden-comet @the-letterbox-archives @mirdeli @esolean @gaunts-angel @jamiemoonymark @crime-in-progress

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: Here's where the fun starts? I mean, I enjoyed it. Though it took me 4 damn days to get this thing on here. But it's a busy ass time of year. So, I am a little sorry that it took so long because someone asked if there would be another part and I think they were looking for more? Or hoping that would be the end of this lol. Idk. Anyway, here's part V. Hope you all enjoy it.

C/W ::: Kats & F!reader. Language, angst, smart-assery, flirting, nudity, touching, little bit of teasing. I'm tired. It's 12:32 on Christmas morning and I need to get to bed. If I missed anything gross let me know. But only if it's REALLY gross. Thanks!

WC ::: under 2,700 ish

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part VI

Part VII

You turned away from him and put your hand over your mouth as the sobs escaped. Katsuki walked up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders. "Look, y/n. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I was just mad. Please, don't - don't cry. You know how much I hate it when you cry. It makes me feel like shit. Like I did somethin' wrong. Or, or hurt ya or somethin'. Fuck, y/n. Fuck."

He stood at your back and contemplated hugging you again. He wanted to. You weren't the only one missing the other's touch. But it didn't feel like the right thing to do. You were both raw. Both wounded.

He backed up and you turned to look at him. You couldn't hold back your tears. "Katsuki, you did hurt me. You didn't want me to come to your hero events. You didn't want me to come to your work events. It was always a secret that we were together. Always a secret because you'd get embarrassed by me or whatever. I couldn't keep doing that. I couldn't be someone you were ashamed of. I didn't want to be."

Katsuki's mouth dropped open. "Ash-? Ashamed? Are you fucking kidding me? You think I was ashamed of you? You think I didn't want you at those events with me? You're insane." He looked at you, shaking his head. "Y/n, I never once asked you to be anything but yourself. I loved you, I still love you, for who you are. I never wanted you to be something you weren't. That's why I never asked you to be more than that. I knew you weren't into the hero shit and that was fine."

"That's a bit of a stretch, Kats. I was into you. And you're a hero so you have to be into the 'hero shit'. All I ever wanted to do was support you and be there for you and ... and ... why am I yelling about this. Why now. God. It doesn't matter, anymore. Does it?" You stared at the floor, greatly regretting your choice of words. You had no idea what you were doing here anymore.

You looked back up at Katsuki and saw him staring at you like he was ready to explode. "Fuck. Fuck! Y/n, you fucking idiot. You know me. You know me better than anyone. You know that I never once wanted you to be someone you weren't. You know that I love you for who you are. You know that."

He walked up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders. "I ... I -" You choked on a sob and held your breath. "I don't know that. I don't think I've known that for a while. Katsuki, I love you. I really do. But I can't keep doing this. I can't keep being this person you seem to think I am. I can't keep feeling like I'm not good enough."

He looked around the room like he was desperately searching for something and his eyes finally landed on a plate in the sink. He stomped over to it and pulled it out only to slam it on the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You yelled, gesturing to the shattered pieces on the tile. "That's the good china!"

"You think I give a shit right now, y/n? 'Cause I don't. I don't give a shit about the dumbass plates. An' I dunno why you keep bringing up this shit about how you had to be my secret. I thought that was something we agreed on in the beginning that I wouldn't go broadcastin' the fuckin' love of my life all over the goddamn place. You're a literal walking bullseye for all of the assholes out there that want to hurt me. Or lure me in. I ... Jesus fuckin' shit, y/n. Why're you just now bringing this shit up?" He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms and laughed an uncomfortable laugh. "How long you been holdin' on to this for. Huh?"

You couldn't answer him. You just looked at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and your bottom lip quivering.

"Yeah. That's what I thought. You don't have to tell me. But you do have to take responsibility for this shit show you're starring in. I can't believe I let you back here. I can't believe I let you back here. God. Fucking. Damn it. You should leave." He turned and walked toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

You heard the shower turn on and you knew that he needed a moment. So did you. But since when did you do what was best for you and him lately? Why start now?

Not even bothering to knock on the bathroom door, you barged in and stared at the naked man that stood before you. Once you were able to tear your eyes from his ridiculously beautiful body, you collected your train of thought and began yelling at him.

If there was one thing that really drove you crazy about Katsuki, it's his ability to remain unfazed by some things that are said to him. Whether they're said out of anger, hatred, frustration, or whatever. He could turn his receptors off at a moment's notice and just stare right back at the person blankly. Complacently.

"It takes a special kind of asshole to pull off the audacity that you walk around with all the time. You know that? I don't know if this is all your parent's fault or if this was some shitty personality trait you picked up on your own along the way. But you are such a shit that I can't even look at you right now!"

"Ah! But see, you weren't looking at me. And why'd you come in here if you can't even look at me right now? See, I think, that you can look at me. I think you want to look at me. You done starin' at my cock though, babe?" He asked you, in a deeper than usual voice. "Y'know, s'all yours, still, darlin'. Wann'it?"

Your chest was heaving at how angry you were at him right now. And for just a split second, you smiled. He cracked your armor and made you feel something other than the hurt that was boiling over in your gut.

"Oh-hoh, you fucker." You exhaled a chuckle. "You stupid fucker. You know what. I'm done. I'm just done. I don't want any part of your shit anymore. I'm leaving. I should have left when you told me to. But I'm a dumbass and just can't leave well enough alone. It's just -"

Katsuki interrupted you, "It's just ... you wanted to see my cock again." He tilted his head down to see your eyes. "Am I right? You don't gotta lie to kick it, baby girl. You never had to lie to kick it. Now, why don't we talk about what you really want to talk about. My fat ... hard ... cuh-ah-k." He punctuated each syllable with exaggerated annunciation.

You choked on the glob of spit you were trying to swallow. But what didn't go down your throat before, surely wasn't going to now. Now that he'd pointed out that his cock was, indeed, hard.

It was true. You did want to see his cock one more time. You missed it so much. It was so perfect. You couldn't believe that it was yours to play with anytime you wanted. The thought made you blush. Even standing here with the man you'd been with for 3 years. He still made you blush.

The thought occurred to you that maybe you two just needed to fuck it out. Get this frustration out of your system. But you knew it went well beyond angry sex.

"Tempting, Kats. It's all real tempting. Boy. And when you're being so romantic and sweet about it too. May I? May I try to appeal to you too?"

"Fuck. Yes. Appeal until you're blue in the face." He smiled and looked completely amused by your willingness to go along with this. "You think I'm gonna say no to ya? I told ya. It's yours. It's all yours. Take it, baby girl. Take it all. Just like I took your heart. An' I'm not fuckin' givin' it back, ya asshole. Callin' me an asshole. Tch."

"Shut up, shut up. Ok. Lemme see if I can be half as charming as you were just a minute ago. *ahem*", you cleared your throat before you started in on your attempt to show him just how stupid he sounded to you.

"You wanna see my cuh-n-tuh? You don't gotta lie to kick it, big boy. Just tell me what you're thinking about, c'mon ... whis-per ... to ... meee. Tell me what you really want. You want my tight ... wet ... pus-sy?"

Katsuki rubbed the back of his neck. "You think you're so damn funny, don't ya? Well, you're not. You're not cute right now. You're not being very funny. And you're asking for it. I'm fuckin' tellin' ya, you're gonna get what you have comin', ya little brat."

"Oh, am I? Well, what's that, big boy? Are you gonna make me laugh? Tickle me with your words? Huh? Oh, wait, wait. Let me say it like you would. HAHHH? You sound like an old man when you say ‘huh’." You laughed at your own joke and started to walk away.

He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into the bathroom and slammed you into the wall, kicking the door shut so it slammed again. This time seemed so much louder to you, though.

You grunted at his brusque movement of shoving your back against the wall. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. But you were surprised that he could want this in the throes of fighting for your future together.

He looked down at you and smiled, his mouth slightly open. His breath hot on your face. "What's so funny?" He asked you. "What's ... so goddamn ... funny?"

You were aware that he was trying to rile you up. And you could throw yourself out the window right now for playing into it. He knew how to move around you. He knows how to move around you to get what he wants. Hell, half the time, in the past, he could just look at you the right way and you'd be bouncing on his lap while he sat with his arms outstretched on the back of the couch. Watching you like you were the only other person on the planet.

The memory made your body flush with heat. It started in your core and spread to your thighs and cheeks. You noticed your heart was beating faster than it was when you were screaming at each other. There's just something about quiet Katsuki that always got you.

He bent over and ran his lips along the shell of your ear and said, "I'll ask you again, baby cakes, what ... is ... so ... fuckin' ... funny? I think you want me to drag it out of you, yeah? You remember what happened the last time you were bein' sassy to me, don'cha? I had a good time that day. Can't say for sure if you did or not. But if memory serves me righ', you came 7 times that hour. God, you were bein' a smart ass. Was it 7?" He rubbed his chin against your shoulder. The stubble raking across the soft fabric created a scratchy sound that made you squirm.

You turned your head to look him in the eye and said, "It was 8, actually." You smirked and watched his expression change from lust to surprise.

"It was ... hah. I must've missed one. Well, then, I should try harder. No? Maybe I'll make you laugh. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just make you moan and cry my name."

You closed your eyes as he ran his hand up the inside of your thigh. "Stop playing with me, Kats. This isn't ... this isn't how it should be." You couldn't believe you were saying those words. But they were the truth. This wasn't how it should be.

But it was how you both wanted it to be. You knew it. You knew that neither of you had the willpower to stop this. To turn away from it.

"You want me to stop, darlin'? You want me to walk away from you, go back to the shower, and pretend like this never happened? Is that what you want?" He was so close to your face that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

You shook your head, still looking him in the eye. "No. I don't want you to stop. I want you to make me laugh. And moan. And ... and cry your name. But, Kats ... just, don't fuck with me right now. Ok? Just ... don't. Please. I can't handle it right now."

"Ok. I promise. No fucking with you. I'll keep it real. If I'm gonna laugh at you, I'll laugh because you're being funny. I won't fuck with you. I don't wanna make you mad at me. Not right now. Just wanna make you ... happy. Make you feel good. Make you feel like you used to. Like you should. Like we should."

You closed your eyes and nodded. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that this was just something that you two needed to get out of your systems. Something that had been building for weeks and was now about to spill over.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, pulling him in by the waist. He kissed you back and lifted your leg up, pressing his hardness against your thigh. The feeling made your head spin. It made your body ache for him.

He grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock, letting you wrap your fingers around it. You felt him flex and harden even more in your grip. You sighed and bit your lip. You wanted him so bad.

"Take it off." He said. He took a couple of steps back and looked at you, serious as hell. "Take it all off. Let me see you." He watched you.

You stood there, still pressed against the wall, and pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the ground. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor on top of your shirt. You slid your pants and underwear down your legs, stepping out of them and kicking them away.

You stood there, naked and vulnerable, waiting for him to say or do something. But he just looked at you. Like he was trying to memorize every curve and angle of your body. Like he wanted to remember what you looked like.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, y/n. So fuckin' beautiful." He took a deep breath and shook his head, running his hand through his hair. "You ready for me?"

"I - yes. I'm ready. Are you? Are you ready … for me?"

"More than you could ever imagine." He stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down and looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he started to kiss his way down your body.

He licked and sucked at your skin, leaving marks in his wake. He knew that he shouldn't be marking you up but he couldn't help it. He wanted everyone to know that you were his.

In whatever way he could have right now. 

He would take it. 

And he would leave it.

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Taglist ::: @darkstarlight82 @millennialmagicalgirl @arlerts-angel

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[athenasdisappointment]

Tangerine finding out he's going to be a dad

Pairing: Tangerine x f!reader

Warnings: 16+; no use of (Y/N); mention of pregnancy; fluff; Tangerine working out his emotions

Words: 694

Reading time: 2m 46s

Notes: I have watch Bullet Train two months ago and I can't believe I am only now starting to write for our dear Tangerine. He has bewitched me body and soul. I hope you all enjoy it. English isn't my first language, so I apologize for any possible mistake. Feel free to correct me. Thank you!!!

When Tangerine discovers he's going to be a dad, he's speechless.

He needs time to process everything.

"That wasn't in our plans" is mumbled with a shaky breath.

Even though Tangerine is a lot quieter than usual and his mind is distant, never for a moment does he think of leaving your side.

He's not mad or scared of the pregnancy but more of himself.

"What if I'm not good enough of a father?" is a constant thought in his mind.

Tangerine knows of his anger issues and work derivated problems.

What if he lashed out at the kid because of his temper?

What if he somehow put the baby in danger?

What if he ended up being an absent father?

What if something happened to Tangerine, and you had to raise the baby on your own?

You and Tangerine had discussed having kids before. Both acknowledged that you weren't getting younger, opting, either way, to wait until a point in your lives when Tan had enough money for early retirement.

Maybe he would start an ordinary business. Invest his money and open a restaurant, something like that. 

Two days after telling Tangerine about the pregnancy, you came home to a candle-lit dinner and a fresh bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

"Baby, what is all this?" you questioned, still shocked by the sudden action.

"Both an apology and a celebration, my love."

That night during dinner, Tangerine voiced out all of his concerns.

By the end of the meal, you had decided that Tan would find a mental care professional to help with the issues and give him better coping mechanisms. 

"Parenting is not going to be easy. Unfortunately, nobody teaches you how to do it correctly. We will find it out together, make mistakes and learn from them. Everything at its own pace."

You spent the rest of the night wrapped in the arms of the other talking about baby stuff. 

Tangerine had a smile on his mind for the totality of the night. He couldn't feel more proud of you. You were carrying his baby and already handling the situation so well.

"You are going to be an amazing mother, love. You already are."

That comment and the look on Tan's face make you tear up. Damned pregnancy hormones! 

"You too, honey! I know it."

The next day Tangerine had a heated argument with his contractor to find him a trustworthy person for Tan to visit.

Right after scheduling the first appointment, Tangerine calls Lemon inviting him for dinner.

He wanted his brother to know in person, he was going to be an uncle.

"I can't wait to find out which Thomas the Tank Engine the baby will be!" are the first words pronounced by Lemon.

To which follows an incredulous look and long sign courtesy of Tangerine.

"I'm so delighted to hear that! Congratulations! That is what you should have said. Gosh, you're getting on my tits!" yells Tangerine, making you put your hand on his shoulder, embracing his arm after, and resting your head on his shoulder. That should soothe him.

"I'm sure that was Lemon's way of congratulating us, honey." you say softly sending Tan's brother an apologetic look.

The waters calmed down. Tangerine and Lemon engaged in a conversation, remembering all the fun they had during childhood and how they wanted to experience some of those when the baby became older. 

You sat on Tangerines's lap on the couch, listening to their voices while tracing patterns on your lover's chest.

You knew that you and Tangerine had a long path to walk and that he would need a lot of reassurance.

Even though he rarely demonstrated, it was written between the lines how he could get insecure sometimes.

You would do everything to let him know he's doing alright.

"I will never leave your side or this baby's life. I want you to understand that I will always be by your side." is mumbled into your hair when you are already in bed.

Tangerine doesn't know if you heard him having into consideration that you appear to be soundly sleeping. He just had to say it out loud. 

[mr-laveau]

20 Questions for Fic Writers Game

Tagged by a darling, @autisticempathydaemon! Thanks for the tag!

Tagging @agentplutonium because I wanna pull some SH style interrogative shenanigans/lh

1 - How many works do you have on AO3?

Seventeen, not a lot but it's to be expected somewhat I suppose since I'm busy writing NeXus.

2 - What's your total AO3 word count?

64,509-Oh look I beat Lexi/j/pos

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

Redacted mostly, I have some unreleased Castle Audios fics, an unfinished JJBA SDC fic to finish and a Scott Pilgrim fic to start.

4 - What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#1 is an Ironpanther Marvel Fic of Avenger's Academy I have not touched in forever called "How Tony Stark landed a king and how T'Challa landed a genius". It was fun tho cuz my hc of T'Challa being demisexual was really well received to my knowledge. #2 is "Spitfire", which admittedly is a good FL/Damien fic and people should read it. #3 is "Ghost of the Past", my Sam/SH fic where they both used to be roommates in DUMP. #4 is "Friends...Am I right?" which was a really fun Darlin/Sam & BE+Fred fic. Finally, #5 is "Moments That Flash By" which is a really good Darlin/David fic for my soul.

5 - Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do respond when I remember...ADHD makes me do silly silly things like forget that stuff exists. I like comments and they let me know I'm doing s good job.

6 - What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Easy! "Shattered Glass Makes a Good Weapon" Gods, I love that fic so much. It was really fun for me to reach deep down and write Darlin and Quinn like that.

7 -What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uhhhhhhh I dunno, probably a Marvel fic called "Crossing Buckies and Dotting Hawkeyes", I am a winterhawk girlie and I had fun writing that, others might think it's "Spitfire" or "Break time, Gorgeous" but subjectively, it's that fic.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

If I have then I haven't seen it. I don't really engage much with fandom to care about hate comments because "haha, look at you getting mad over words about fictional characters kissing", like shut your goofy ass and move on.

9 - Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have but I'm not releasing it. I don't feel compelled to do it-mostly cuz it's for me and I like toying with the idea in my head and the people of my current fandom are not ready for the depravity I could unleash.

10 - Do you write crossovers?

No? I have ideated one but I'm still not sure if I want to do it.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

12 - Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nuh uh.

13 - Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Uhhhh no but I have ideated with Lexi about one and I have been too busy to finish the first chapter.

14 - What's your all time favorite ship?

My redactedsona/redacted men What? who said that? It's Darlin/Sam/David/Angel/Damien/Asher/Baaabe/SH/Milo. It's my ship and yes, they're all poly, yes, they're a network and yes, I am happy with myself.

15 - What's a WIP that you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

"Platinum Portrait", It was an old JJBA fic with my OC/Jotaro and I really liked how it was going. Dunno, we'll see how it goes.

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I'm good at dialogue and characterization as well as pacing(?).

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Gore, writing long fics, Dead Dove Do Not Eats (I wanna do those at some point with Quinn or Hush OR Porter OR OR OR Imperium Vincent) I like dark shit, idk what to tell y'all and I wanna get better at exploring darker topics properly in my writing.

18 - Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Gods, I love doing it. If you've read "Break Time, Gorgeous" then I want you to know, I love you and it was fun as hell to write.

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Marvel. Specifically it was my Ironpanther fic.

20 - Favorite fic you've written?

An unreleased Sam/Darlin smut fic where they fuck in an alleyway. I think it's fun.

[iggysolosgoku]

Hi! How are you?

Can I please request the league if evil exes (separate please) x female reader who is deaf and struggles talking cause of it?

Like if someone was getting up in the readers business or maybe making fun of them, like how would they react?

Thank you :)

Hi! Im good thanks for asking! I hope you're doing great! This is my first Scott pilgrim thing I have ever written so it's not gonna be that good so sorry if it's not what you imagined. I haven't written fanfiction or one shots in a while so that's another thing so sorry if it's not good. And sorry the characters are a little ooc

Trigger warnings: Someone being burnt (Mathew), makeup fun of deaf people (all of them) , random guy hitting on you (Gideon, the twins and Roxy), and mention of slicing someone (Roxy). Mentions of hunting down family members and doxing (Gideon) I do not recommend doing these actions

Mathew Patel

Being deaf isn't that easy and not being able to because of it isn't easy either. The only person who hasn't ever teased me or made fun of me for it is my boyfriend Mathew (or best friend if you wanted that).

If someone bullied me he was always there. Like this one instance that happened a month ago that happened something like this.

*Flashback to a month ago*

"Hey! HEY!" someone tried to say to me. "Helloo?" They tried to say again but I didn't answer.

They then tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at them and they looked angry. "I've been trying to get your attention for a minute. Are you deaf or something?" My boyfriend (or best friend) Mathew then came up and said "Yes she is and she doesn't want to be bothered." "Wow she is!? Some kind of freak you are!"

Mathew then brought out his demon hipster chicks and they then burnt the person bullying me into a crisp.

He then turned to me and asked in sign language "Are you okay?" I then nodded and said in sign language "Yes, thank you."

Lucas Lee

I was currently waiting for my boyfriend (or best friend) Lucas to wrap up filming a scene for his new movie and then someone came up to me and said "Hey, you waiting for someone?" I didn't reply. The person got really mad and tapped me hard on the shoulder.

"Hey I was talking to you. Are you deaf or something?" Lucas then came up to the person and said "yes she is and she can't talk either. She would also like for you to stop bothering her." He said.

"I didn't expect someone like you to date a freak like her Mr. Lee." "She is not a freak she is a person that is beautiful the way she is and she is amazing. Now go now." Lucas said.

"Y-yes Mr. Lee!" Then the person ran away. Lucas then turned to me and asked in sign language "Did he bother you?"

"Yes thank you." I replied back in sign language.

Todd ingram

I am currently waiting backstage for my boyfriend (or best friend) Todd to finish his show with his band.

"Hey, do you have a pass?" Someone I asked but I didn't answer. "Hey! I asked you a question." "Yes she does have a pass and she's deaf and can't hear you." My boyfriend (or best friend) said.

"Wow she's deaf!? What a freakazoid." Todd then used his vegan powers to levitate the guy bullying me and threw him.

"Are you okay?" Todd asked in sign language. "Yeah" I replied back in sign language.

Roxy Richter

I'm currently waiting for my girlfriend (or best friend) Roxy to get back with our food order when suddenly a guy came up to me.

"Hey cutie, you come here often?" He asked but i didn't answer. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" He said again.

"Hey! Stop bothering her!" Roxy tells the guy. "Who are you? Her girlfriend?" He asked. "Maybe! Also she's deaf so she can't hear you!" Roxy says

"She's deaf!? Wow what a freak and a loser.". Roxy then pulls out her swords "if you don't leave her alone I won't hesitate to slice you into bits." She says to the guy.

"Jeez, okay." The guy says then leaves. "You okay?" Roxy asks me in sign language. "Yeah thank you for dealing with him." I reply back to her in sign language.

Katayangi twins

Me and my friends Kyle and Ken are currently at a restaurant. Kyle and Ken are getting the food while I was just waiting.

Someone then comes up to me and says "Hey my friend over there thinks you're cute."

I didn't answer. "Hey I'm talking to you. You deaf or something." They said.

"She is deaf and she also can't speak. She would also appreciate it if you stopped bothering her." Kyle said.

Ken then came up and said with a glare "if you don't we will take it into our own hands."

"okay fine jeez. I don't know why you would defend a freak like her." Kyle then punches the guy talking to me and Ken took me.

"are you okay?" Ken asked in sign language. I then nod.

Gideon Graves

Im currently waiting for my boyfriend (or best friend) Gideon to come back with our food when a guy comes up to me and taps my shoulder.

I look up at him and he asks "hey you come here often?"I look at him confused. "Hey you deaf or something?" "Yes she is and now leave her alone" Gideon says.

"yeah? What are you gonna do if I don't?" The guy asks.

"I will track down all of your family members and find out everything about you and expose it." Gideon says

The guy then gets scared and runs away. "Works every time." He then asks in sign language "are you okay?" "Yeah I'm fine" I reply back in sign language.

Thank you so much for requesting and sorry if it is not really good.

[charlottedabookworm]

Dawntrail Day 2

spoilers up to: lvl 93 msq (including first two dungeons and first trial)

original draft date: 29/6/24

scheduled release for: 27/7/24

time for more msq! only passively leveling picto atm - i ain't dealing with those dps queues - so i'm hoping to reach the first dungeon and trial at least today!

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sorry wuk lamat but you did tell erenville you’d take any way that was available

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awww Thancred’s embarrassing koana

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….i stopped literally ten minutes before the dungeon unlock last night

ten minutes

fucker

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question (that isn’t gonna be answered for a month lol): does who the cutscene mentions staying behijd change? cos i’m on drg and ali is staying behind but if i was a healer would it be alphi? or can alphi or wuk lamat switch out for dps on this trust dungeon?

…they probably just flex wuk lamat or alphi thinking about it

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okay wow hi i hate that

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sorry wuk lamat we’ll get you a rest soon let me just drive all over the zone collecting aether currents first

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yeah but neither do your brothers

you heard even koana: he doesn’t see rhe point or ihih’hana when there are simpler ways to revitalise the soils aether. why care about tradition when you can have efficiency?

you want to learn wuk lamat and that’s the important part

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the boy is just so damn pretty

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i don’t care how villainous you are you do not take a seat at a cafe for your top secret villain meeting and then not at least order drinks

fucks sake support local businesses damn it

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“As long as you cover my teleportation fees”

“…what is a teleportation?”

I’m dying-

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time to get my arse handed to me in a spar with gulool ja ja!

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fucking hell i was not expecting that active time maneuver to go so hard

fun fight tho not really hard but definitely has you bouncing around a lot

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that none of them are ready for the throne?

yeah clocked that

but then that’s what this rite is for yeah? to teach them and see who will be ready

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sareel ja is giving me major mad scientist vibes ngl

i am very worried about what he’s gonna get up to

maybe the true villain? he’s almost certainly gonna end up tossing aside zoraal ja at some point

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damn she missed

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i hate follow quests

doesn’t matter what game just hate

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TWO????

there’s a second one?!?!?!

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oh hey! nice!

we haven’t had a race speak a different language since the dragons iirc!

i mean these guys can speak both and are gonna try and kill us almost certainly but! own language!

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wait what-

another dungeon already?

i know they do them on odd quests but still it hardly feels like any time has passed since the last dungeon esp when i played eight hours yesterday without hitting the first one

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okay i’m digging the music in worqor zormor

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rdm confirmed as a healer class square said it first

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annnd valigarmanda is free

i’m not saying i’m blaming bakool ja ja despite having no evidence but

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i were fucking right

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that has to disqualify them right?

like bakool ja ja has to be disqualified from the rite for freeing valigarmanda right?

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koana’s back!

i’d say they were gonna let us do trust for the trial but alphi isn’t here-

zoraal ja? huh

really expected him to have left tbh

maybe trust is back on the table then? but still no second healer (except for healer rdm ali who doesn’t steal the lb)

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duty support yes!

i love it when they do this for trials!

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….how tf did we get onto this platform? I see no way up in the slightest

yes i am typing this while standing in front of valigarmanda i’m on trust they’ll wait

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huh

no idea if this is a trust trial thing? so you have a chance to learn from your mistakes? or if it’s supposed to be for everyone and it’s only showing on me cos of trusts

but also the trial was fun and can’t wait to see how the extreme ends up

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i do appreciate that wuk lamat is basically the only one makinh friends so she’s (seemingly) the only one getting all these golden city lore dumps

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flying unlocked for urqopacha and kozama’uka!

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so i've been thinking aobut it for an hour or so (dog walk) and it's occurred to me what i found odd about this part of the msq

dawntraal bucks a trend that's been in every ffxiv expansion

we've had at least a single split zone since heavensward (sea of clouds) and two in every expansion since: the peaks and the fringes for stormblood, kholusia and amh areng in shadowbringers, and labyrinthos and thavnair in endwalker

dawntrail doesn't buck the trend here with urqopacha and kozama'uka

but in every previous expansion, those split zones were some of the first, usually the first, zones we visited. we explored half of them. we left and the msq continued on, we visited 1-3 other zones, and then we return once more late into the expansion to explore the other half of the zones. it has been this way in every expansion

except for dawntrail

dawntrail starts exactly were you expect, esp after shb and ew, you start the msq. the msq splits along two paths. those paths introduce the split zones. the msq remerges and continues

only instead of taking you to the third zone, as anyone who'd played the previous expansions would except, dawntrail immediately takes you back

urqopacha and kozama'uka are the two first zones you visit and then you go back and explore the other half and there are still four zones left to visit and i-

i'm really curious as to how this will change things. usually split zones are both beginning and almost endgame zones (usually place directly before the final zone in more recent expansions) so now that they are fully beginning zones what does that mean?

will this be the new trend now or is are they gonna change it up every expansion? is this just something for dawntrail?

idk and it probably means absolutely nothing but it's interesting

[sparklyslug]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @aidaronan and @softbrah thank yewwwwwww!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

50!!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

405,752

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now it's all Stranger Things, all the time baby. But you never know when the madness might strike for something new. Or re-strike for something I thought I was done with haha.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In Focus (Check Please) Up the Punks (Stranger Things) we're gonna fight til we do it right (Check Please) If you want him, come and claim him (Stranger Things) t'hy'la (Stranger Things)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I'm usually really good about it for the first day or so after a fic has posted, and then I kind of.... fall off with it usually. I read all comments! I appreciate all comments! Usually what happens is I see the email notif on my phone, mentally go "ah I will craft a perfectly thoughtful and appreciative and stirring response to this later when I have time to do it justice!" and then I do not do that.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The one that comes to mind is a fic I wrote for the Hobbit, hands too small to hold it, which is an AU where everyone lives but Bilbo still has the ring and the events of LOTR are still barreling towards them.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Let Us Dwell in Fair Ithilien and There Make a Garden with @greenlikethesea is ONE BIG MASSIVE HAPPY ENDING (after 10+years of tragic angsty pining but w/e). I also wrote a little happy family ever after Garak/Bashir for Star Trek DS9, between the noise.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

noooo it's never happened! If I'm getting hate it's behind my back ahaha who knows what goes down in y'alls discords, that’s none of my business! Im a Leo and I work in marketing, so I am not terribly tortured by that kind of thing ahahaha

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

SURE DO! I don't know what "what kind" means. The smut kind. I've done closed door fade to black, I've done some explicit stuff, I try to give you range baby.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I LOVE A CROSSOVER! Star Trek/Stranger Things is pretty crazy. My current project is Stranger Things/You've Got Mail put in a blender with Supernatural, so that's decently zany too.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I thought Quorum had been translated into Chinese, but I can't find any evidence of it, so might be all in my head ahaha.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I love to collaborate with folks! When the creative chemistry is right it's RIGHT, and it's so fun to ping-pong ideas and paragraphs back and forth. I co-wrote Check Please fics with @softbrah, have written a universe of Stranger Things fic with @greenlikethesea, and it's all been a blast. Me and @aidaronan are cooking up some ideas, if the two of us can ever stop signing up for bangs and things long enough to get to em.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Well of course I will say Steddie right now because I've been living here for over a year and a half. It truly does have just the most delicious dynamic, however the setup and wherever you take their characterizations.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't know if I'll ever finish my Vampire Eddie immediately post-canon fic, I didn't have much direction with it, just Vibes.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm good with atmospheric sensory details, it's something I really care about when writing at least. I definitely enjoy dialogue, too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes are hard, and I struggle with nailing (heh) the physicality of sex scenes. My haters in their discords are welcome to chime in here 😂😂

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have no thoughts in particular. If it works in the fic and you've made sure your translation is right if you're not fluent in that language, hell yeah.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Lord of the Rings. You will never see this fic.

N E V E R.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

IT IS REALLY HARD TO CHOSE AMONGST MY CHILDREN. I put a lot of my heart into I was open to pain and crossed by the rain (Wayne Munson my beloved) and I'm really proud of what I did with that one. I truly wrote Can't We Be Seventeen knowing it was really just for me, to scratch one of those desperate writing itches after an intense period of fixating on the Heathers musical soundtrack, and I really like that fic too.

Tagging @occasionaloverboy@greenlikethesea @thefreakandthehair @henrystars @capriciouslyterminal

[thelonesomequeen]

Question: How do you ladies deal with all the hate, death threats, fandom toxicity, and nonsense that you’ve gotten lately? I’ve been dealing with a lot of really dark traumatic events that I wouldn’t wish on people, and it’s beyond ridiculous seeing some of the things this so-called fandom loses their mind over. I’d hate to see how some of them react if an actual problem were to happen in their own lives. I miss the days when things were fun on here. I have a lot of downtime at work & found this blog a while back. Stayed cause I enjoyed the 4 of you. Enjoyed seeing Materialists pictures. Chris looked like he was having fun. My point is, I wouldn’t have the patience or energy to run this blog dealing with some of the things people say, and have no idea how either of you do it. Fandoms have gotten beyond irrational and terrifying (TBH). You have a lot of patience to deal with it all. I feel like I am losing my mind seeing some of conversations that happen in these fandoms. It’s sad. Then I go to back to work and check out. But I’m left to wonder how many of those people leave their houses… ever?! I feel bad/sad for those people, but also don’t. I mean minors are one thing, but the adults need to take responsibility for themselves and their actions. Sorry if this is mean, needed to vent and send compliments at the same time. Life is hard, mental health is real, but I’ve been going through it lately.. and Chris Evans has the last thing on my mind; I’ve been focusing on myself. If anything, I’ll come on here during work, but that’s been counterproductive cause I just get mad (not cause of you ladies) and it’s a bummer. Sorry for the long ask ♥️

First of all, I'm glad you're putting yourself first. That should always be the case. I'm sorry you're going through some tough shit right now but you'll come out better for it on the other side. 💜

Second, we basically do the same. We know that this blog is only a part time thing and we just don't allow it to bleed over into our personal lives. We make sure to take time outs when we need it and enjoy the world around us. It helps that we have multiple mods because one can take over if someone else is busy. We have different opinions sometimes, but we’re still a team. We’re here for each other and support each other through fandom things, but real life things as well. It can be a lot of fun to be part of a fandom space, but we don’t let it consume our lives and we actively stay present in our outside worlds.

The people that send us hateful asks are just trolls looking for attention. It’s why we’re able to just let it go. We do have concerns about their behavior in general though. When they send us death threats, we’re in a place where our mental health is strong enough for it not to bother us, but it concerns me that they use language like that in general when we know plenty of people on here do struggle with mental health and sending messages to others telling them to off themselves isn’t funny or okay at all. If sent to a person who is struggling, that can have a catastrophic result and it’s the reason why we try to speak up as much as we do. When these bullies pop up, we want to be known as the people who said “hey, what your doing can have negative consequences and that isn’t ok” as opposed to being the type of people who couldn’t be bothered because it didn’t affect them. We don’t want to be passive people who standby at watch it all happen. It just goes against us as people in general.

We try to hold on to hope that the fandom will eventually return to the fun community it used to be. Having all of the BTS content the last couple of weeks was fun and made it feel like old times again. I love when we can sit back and share in the excitement of some new content and share thoughts and opinions of how we think the movie will be. Hopefully we’ll get a chance at more of that soon! 😊