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[burrowdarling]

A New Tradition

Summary: You wanted to start a new tradition this Christmas by opening one gift early...and you both picked the right gift.

Pairings: boyfriend!Joe Burrow x gifrlfriend!reader

Warnings: Cheesy gifts and conversation, some fluffy Christmas content

Note: Hi everyone! Sorry for the lack of content recently, work was crazy with the holidays. I'm hoping to figure out a posting schedule for the new year. Enjoy this late Christmas post requested by this lovely anon. Better late than never, hope you enjoy! Happy gamedey!

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It was Christmas Eve, and the snow was gently falling outside, blanketing the world in a quiet, peaceful stillness. The winter wasn’t exactly your favorite time of year, but it was something you had grown more fond of since you and Joe had gotten together. You’d spent the afternoon in the kitchen, baking cookies together (though Joe mostly just ate the dough), and now you were getting ready to settle on the couch, mugs of hot cocoa in hand with Joe looking for a Christmas movie to play. Watching the snow slowly fall outside of your living room window brought you back to that night, the memories flooding back in of how your relationship had started.

You and Joe had started to grow closer at the beginning of the Bengal’s season a few years back, with Joe officially asking you to be his girlfriend shortly after Christmas. The 27th to be exact. He had an entire date planned out at this cute little cafe outside of the city in hopes for some type of reprieve from the usual spotlight and prying eyes. Joe wanted to keep things light and low pressure, fearing he would mess things up with you if he over-thought too much about it. The date went perfect, constant banter back and forth between you two with laughs and gentle touches. His humor and smile had you swooning.

You guys took a walk around the area after finishing up, taking in the lights that decorated the streets. The snow was lightly falling, making the whole scene in front of you feel like something out of one of those Hallmark movies. It was under the mistletoe at one of the decorated sidestreets where Joe had asked you to be his girlfriend, sealing your exclusivity with a kiss you think back on to this day. Since then, it has made one of your favorite holidays that much more special in your eyes. 

After a few years together, you decided to get your own place and work towards starting your own life together. This would be your first Christmas together in your home, having spent the time meticulously decorating it to your liking with Joe’s help. It had the perfect balance of cozy and comfort, two things you strived for in your shared space at all times. With the hectic nature of Joe’s job, it was nice to have this space together where the two of you could relax and unwind after a long day. 

Joe pulled you out of your thoughts and back into the moment as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind you. A small smile played on your lips at how perfect this man was, knowing he would do anything to make you feel loved.

“What’s on your mind?” Joe asked and he peppered a few light kisses along your neck, pulling you closer to his chest. You felt a soft blush rise to your cheeks before you spoke.

“I was just thinking back to our first date and how far we’ve come since then” you side, turning to face him while remaining in his arms.

“I want to start a new tradition, something small that makes today a little more special” you said, reaching up on your tiptoes to place a kiss to his forehead, a smile gracing his lips as you pulled away back down to your usual height. You watched him stand up a tad straighter, signalling that he bent down to help you reach.

“And what would you like that to be, sweetheart?” Joe asked, his eyes looking into yours with such a sense of adoration.

“I think we do a present early, just one. Something that’s a bit more intimate instead of opening everything at once with everyone else watching. We can save the rest for when family is here, but I feel like it would be nice to start something new in our place together” you said, hoping Joe would agree to your request. You kissed his cheek while he thought for a moment.

He placed a kiss to your lips in return before speaking, “I think that’s a great idea and I already just the one I want to give you early” Joe said with a hint of something in his tone that made you pull away to look at him. It was one you knew all too well, bracing for whatever Joe had in store for you. You knew he had a tendency to go elaborate at times for those he loved, you would just have to wait and see.

The two of you were sitting together on the couch, the dim lighting from the Christmas tree casting a warm glow over the room. The fire crackled softly in the background, adding to the atmosphere of calm. Joe, as usual, had that laid-back smile on his face. You could see his eyes twinkling with mischief, even as he pulled out the gift he’d gotten for you from under the tree beside him. 

“So, one gift,” he said, leaning back into the couch, his arm around me. “You sure you’re not going to sneak a peek at the others under the tree?”

You rolled your eyes and nudged him. “I’ll be good. I promise. But only one gift means you have to make this count, Burrow.”

Joe chuckled, looking down at me with his usual easy smile. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure I nailed it.”

You smiled back, thinking the same thing. “Same here,” you said. “This is going to be the perfect gift, you’ll see.” You went under the tree and had yours placed next to you on the coffee table, wrapped and finished with a bow, the label read:

To: My MVP

From: Your favorite cheerleader

You thought the sentiment was cute with a hint of flirting, bringing up the thoughts of past intimate exchanges between the two of you. Joe seemed to be thinking the same as he read the label himself when you placed the present in his hand. He raised his eyebrows at you with a knowing smirk, only giving back a wink in return. The two gifts seemed to be about the same size which eased your nerves slightly. Joe handed you his gift, noting the look of uncontainable excitement in his features. You were proud of his wrapping job, his skills improving over the years as each christmas and birthday had passed. His tag to you read:

To: My princess

From: Your knight in jersey armor

You laughed lightly as you read his, Joe’s humor on full display even as soft and sweet as this moment was. You looked up at him as your laughter died down, Joe gestured for you to finally open the gift. You nodded and began to tear through the red and white paper. As you pulled more off, you revealed the classic red and white logo you both know and love. Inside was a custom Lego set, and as soon as you saw it, you gasped. It was a Lego replica of the small café where you and Joe had your first date five years ago — the cozy little spot tucked on a quiet street corner. The tiny Lego pieces meticulously captured every detail: the brick exterior, the little round tables with chairs, the glowing lights in the windows. There was even a tiny version of the street sign out front accompanied by tinier versions of the two of you.

“No way,” you breathed, holding it up in awe. “Joe, this is… this is amazing. How did you even think of this?”

Joe smiled proudly, his eyes lighting up. “Well, I know you love building things, and you always talk about that cafe where we had our first date,” he teased lightly, knowing how much you always beg to go back with the food being amazing. “I thought it would be something fun we could do together.”

You felt a lump form in your throat as you looked at the set in your hands. That night — your first date — had felt like a dream. You’d been so awkward, but somehow, you’d clicked together like puzzle pieces that had been lost and finally found. And now, five years later, here you were, still together, looking back at that moment with a sense of nostalgia and affection. You took in the box, a few small tears welling in your eyes at how thoughtful the gift was and a smile fell across your lips while Joe wiped your tears away, stroking your cheek with the biggest grin on his face.

“I couldn't wait to give that to you so I’m so glad you said about opening something early. I felt like I was gonna give it up any second "Joe rushed out, finishing with a sigh of relief. 

“You’re incredible,” you said softly, setting the Lego set down beside me and turning to him. “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

Joe shrugged casually, though there was a softness in his eyes. “I remember everything about that night. You had that nervous laugh, and I think you spilled your drink at one point, but it was perfect. Just like this.”

You leaned over to kiss him, grateful for the thoughtfulness he always put into everything, especially when it came to us. When you pulled back, you noticed his eyes flicker down to the gift you had for him — the one sitting on the coffee table.

“Oh right, your turn,” you said, giggling as you picked the box up off of the table. 

You passed it over to him — looking quite similar, though wrapped in silver paper this time. Joe didn’t waste any time, tearing it open in his usual fashion. You laughed as he was the complete opposite of you when it came to unwrapping gifts, his usual high level of patience was out the window and nowhere to be found. When he saw what was inside, his eyes widened slightly.

“You didn’t,” he said, already guessing where this was going as he tore through to find the same logo plastered in the corner of the box. Joe burst out laughing, his deep chuckles filling the room. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said between laughs. “We bought each other the same thing?”

You softly chuckled while wiping your few stray tears away, “Oh, I did. Go ahead, open it.” You couldn’t help but laugh too, the absurdity of it making everything feel even more perfect. “How is that even possible?” you asked, shaking your head in disbelief. “We literally thought of the exact same gift?”

Joe tore off the wrapping with a sense of both amusement and disbelief. And sure enough, as the paper fell away, there it was. A custom Lego set — the exact same one he’d just given you. The exact same design, the exact same tiny figures of you and him in the outfits you wore (as close as they could be in Lego style).

Joe shook his head, still laughing. “I swear, I was so sure I was being original! I even went through all this trouble to make sure it was one-of-a-kind!”

“I guess we’re just *that* in sync,” you teased, holding up the Lego set like a trophy. “Maybe we’ve been together too long.”

“Definitely not long enough for me, that’s for sure” Joe grinned, his voice full of affection. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing we both have great taste. Maybe we should’ve just gone shopping together,” Joe joked, voice still sincere. “But hey, we both nailed it.” he said while still processing the absurdity of it all.

It was funny how we could end up with the same exact gift, but in that moment, you realized that it wasn’t about the present itself. It was about the thought behind it — how we both valued memories and the little moments we shared. That first night was just as important to you as it was to him.

“I guess we both really wanted to remember this time,” you said, looking at him with a smile, “and now we’ll remember our first Christmas Eve here together. It’ll be known as the night we both had the best present ever” 

Joe nodded, his eyes softening as he reached for my hand as he spoke, “​​yeah, and every Christmas after this one. Asking you to be mine was still the best decision I ever made and now we’ll have it as a physical memory…twice” he finished with a laugh, making you laugh too.

“Okay,” you said, still chuckling as you nudged him shoulder to shoulder. “We should probably build these together, right? A Lego night like old times?”

Joe raised an eyebrow, clearly up for the challenge. “I’m game. But if you mess up my mini-figure’s hair, I’m going to have to throw down.” tackling you into the cushion behind you as he maneuvered his hands to tickle you.

Joe sent you into a fit of laughter and joking screams, begging him to free you with a promise you’d be good. He finally let up, air filling back into your lungs at a normal rate. You pulled him down by the neck into a kiss, “If you do that again, Joseph, I’ll lose your minifigures hair on purpose”.

Joe acted fake appalled by your statement, “alright, a deal’s a deal. Let’s have a truce and enjoy the rest of the night. I don’t want to worry about a bald miniature of me on Christmas” he joked as the two of you snuggled up for the rest of the night. Looking at the identical gifts on the coffee table, you knew that you were building the life you always wished for with the man of your dreams, one tiny brick at a time.

[gazetto-chronicle]

2024.12.05 Ruki IG stories:

(1) Feel free to ask questions or chat every once in a while 👽🔥

(2) Ruki Update. The sample stickers are so cute, I had to stick one on. Might edit them and release them someday. 🤲

(3) Ruki Update, Part 2. Surrounded by the best staff, we had a great photoshoot. 👏 This story is a long one, so I’ll post about it in the future. 📨📮

(4) Look forward to lots of things in December, too! 🔥

On Twitter: "Just now, I opened up my Instagram stories for some questions and casual chat after a long time. Let me hear what you think 👨‍🚀📨"

1) Q: What kind of work have you been doing lately?

A: I’ve been working on music production, next year’s tour merchandise, and things beyond that. I’ve also been continuously working on NIL since summer. Right now, I feel like staying active rather than resting brings more fruitful results, and above all, it keeps my mind feeling healthy. 🍁

2) Q: Have you been anywhere on a walk recently?

A: In the second half of this year, I’ve often taken the time to visit various places.🚶 There were many memorable spots, so I’ll make another post about them before the year ends. 📨📮

3) Q: Have you been to any art museums recently?

A: There’s one I want to go to, but it hasn’t started yet. It’s something I’m really looking forward to.🖼️ If you have any recommendations, let me know 🙌

4) Q: Do you ever feel like you have the “professional disease”?

[Background image is from Chainsaw Man manga chapter 180 and reads "Uh-oh. It's almost time. This is it. I'm losing it. I'm going crazy, so you can disappear now"]

A: Pretty much my whole life.

5) Q: Do you think you'll get another pup?

A: No, I can't. I still haven't been able to throw away his bed. One of my goals is to completely change the interior of my house next year.

6) Q: Thank you for the story mentioning letters. You even included Hong Kong—thank you so much. It made me really happy.

A: I’m truly happy and grateful to receive letters from all over the world. I spent hours reading them. Please feel free to send more! 📮

7) Q: I'm looking forward to the new NIL products ♪ What will they be?

A: This year, I couldn’t switch out my wardrobe with the seasons, so I made items I want to wear right now. I also didn’t get a chance to change my interior decor, so I created things that can easily change the atmosphere and vibe of a home. Additionally, I wanted to capture "my current self," in a tangible way, so I completely shifted my mindset during the design process. It ended up being meaningful for me personally, and I felt happiness in being able to preserve it in this form. This was my 11th production overall. I’ll share more about it in a post later! 📮

8) Q: Thanks to my husband, I’ve become completely hooked ♡ I recently joined HERESY, and in March, I’ll be attending my first live show.

A: Just about a month and a half left until I get to see you all. Please tell everyone I look forward to seeing you in March😎

9) Q: What’s your current motivation for living?

A: You guys. This will never change, so don’t make me say it over and over again. 🤝🙆‍♂️

10) Q: It’s hard to recognize the moments when your heart regains its strength, isn’t it? But just breathing makes everyone amazing and a genius.

A: Even if you know it in your head, we’re not robots, it’s natural for emotions to have ups and downs. 🤝 There are no numbers written on your face telling you how much energy you have today, your age, your weight, or anything like that. That’s why I hope you don’t worry too much about what other people think and instead cherish the time you spend enjoying the things you love. This year, I’ve felt that it’s important to prioritize that for myself as well. Let’s make the most of the remaining month together and have wonderful days ahead. 🍁

On Twitter:

"I answered a few questions, but why do I keep getting asked about my favorite miso soup and oden ingredients? 🍲"

"Thank you for sharing what you're working hard on or what you're struggling to overcome. I’ll find time to respond to all of them and I plan to save it in my highlights."

"It's about time I get back to work 👨‍🚀"

11) Q: Ruki-san, let's go for a Harley ride lol

A: Rather than that, let's make glasses together again lol 🤝 inari_tsuchiya

12) Q: How do you deal with people whose personalities don’t align with yours?

A: Looking back, I’ve somehow managed to climb to a position where I don’t have to interact with such people. Even so, when I must engage with people in those environments, I try to respect them, thinking they probably have many sides I don’t know about. But I still keep a certain distance and avoid getting too close. Also, to put it simply, I don’t have the time to think about people I don’t get along with.

13) Q: I’m moving at a snail’s pace, but once I’m mentally ready, I will definitely go to another live show.

A: I’ll always be waiting for you. I’ve also received a lot of messages asking, “When is the world tour?” That’s definitely something I want to make happen in the near future. Come see me, because I’ll be coming to see you too🏃

[delicateperspective]

Lyrical Analysis of "Little Freak"

Little Freak is one of the most melancholic and introspective songs on Harry’s House, filled with nostalgia, longing, and quiet regret. It paints a picture of a relationship that was deeply passionate but ultimately complicated—one that lingers in Harry’s mind even after time has passed.

Unlike other songs on the album that explore themes of joy, romance, and connection, Little Freak feels more like a reflection on something lost, something that still holds weight in his heart.

Given the deeply personal and specific imagery in the lyrics, it’s hard to believe this song is merely a general reflection on a past romance. Instead, it feels like it’s about someone who has been a constant presence in Harry’s life—someone whose absence still affects him.

When we consider the recurring themes throughout Harry’s House—the references to separation, longing, and unspoken love—it’s difficult to ignore the possibility that Little Freak is yet another love letter to Louis Tomlinson.

One of the most crucial details about Little Freak is that it was originally written in 2019, long before most of Harry’s House was created. This means that, timeline-wise, it predates many of the other songs and should not be taken as the final emotional state of their relationship.

Lyric Breakdown & Interpretation

Little freak, Jezebel

At first glance, "Jezebel" might seem like an insult, but it’s more complex than that. The name has historical and biblical connotations, often associated with a rebellious, passionate, and somewhat dangerous woman.

In modern usage, it can refer to someone who is seductive, strong-willed, and slightly wild. While Louis is often seen as sweet and caring, he also has a mischievous, rebellious side. From his playful stage presence to his cheeky attitude in interviews, Louis has always had a bit of a “freak” side—something Harry would know better than anyone.

If you don't think that Louis is a little bit of a freak, you didn't listen to Medicine, No Control, Happily, Stockholm Syndrome, Alive, etc.

You didn't think RBB was in a bondage harness for no reason did you?

We should also explore Harry's frequent use of the word "freak" in his music, though this is the first released song with freak in the title, Complicated Freak was written for HS1.

My favorite interpretation of this particular verse of that song is tied this below.

"Turned up too late one too many times, Bad choice of words in my alibi, Guess I love crazy, out of your mind, You lost your head, so I'll give you mine"

For those that don't know, Harry and Louis turned up late for this interview looking rather dishevled. When asked where they'd been, Louis responded "just a bit of banter I think", while Liam said "Harry's hair wasn't done yet, its still a bit curly". However, it was Harry's poor choice of alibi that made the whole thing quite obvious "I lost my trousers".

So he they literally turned up late one too many times and he gave a bad alibi. The rest of Complicated Freak is about wanting someone and craving them sexually. Remember, Harry didn't feel as "free" when he wrote HS1. There's a lot more artificiality in those lyrics than any other in his discography. However, the tone and heart of the song may still stand.

Either way, my point is that his use of "freak" is sexual here.

You sit high atop the kitchen counter

Beyond the literal meaning, this lyric could symbolize how Harry sees Louis—as someone elevated, untouchable, or slightly out of reach. He places him "high atop" something, as if looking up to him, admiring him from a distance. ("louis is a great person to just sit and admire what he's like")

Stay green a little while

Most of you already know, Harry is green. It’s the color he’s been assigned since One Direction. Louis is blue. Asking someone to “stay green” could mean stay here with me, don’t leave yet. It’s a plea for time, for things to remain unchanged—even if only for a little while.

You bring blue lights to dreams

If green represents Harry, then blue represents Louis. This lyric echoes Louis’ song High in California, where he sings: "Blue like the lights surrounding me ... waves and waves of green." The imagery of blue and green together—as they have been associated with Harry and Louis for years—further strengthens the connection between them in this song.

Starry haze, crystal ball

This line evokes dreamy, almost mystical imagery. It suggests a sense of fate, of looking into the future, but also of uncertainty. A "starry haze" can symbolize a memory that feels distant, like something beautiful but slightly out of reach.

Somehow, you've become some paranoia

Louis has spoken in his documentary about how he typically lives a very normal life but has to shift into a different version of himself when stepping into the public eye. He mentions that it takes a moment to adjust—highlighting the contrast between his private self and his public persona.

While he hasn’t explicitly stated that he avoids leaving the house, one can imagine that a life lived under such intense scrutiny would lead to a sense of paranoia.

If this song is about Louis, this line could reflect the way fame and external pressures have shaped their relationship.

A wet dream just dangling

This lyric is undeniably sexual, suggesting that this person is everything Harry desires, yet that desire is left unfulfilled, just "dangling" there. It reinforces the idea that this relationship is filled with longing, but something prevents it from being fully realized.

But your gift is wasted on me

This could be self-pity—the idea that no matter how wonderful this person is, Harry feels like he can never have them in the way he wants to.

I was thinkin' about who you are / Your delicate point of view

This line suggests introspection and admiration. Harry isn’t just thinking about this person in a superficial way—he’s considering who they really are, how they see the world, and what makes them special.

I'm not worried about where you are / Or who you will go home to

This echoes Just a Little Bit of Your Heart, a song Harry wrote for Ariana Grande during One Direction, with lyrics like "I know I'm not your only, but at least I'm one." In both songs, there’s a sense of acceptance—he knows he can’t have this person fully, but he still thinks about them. It suggests a period of separation, where he’s trying to convince himself that he’s not jealous, not concerned—but he still can’t stop thinking about them.

Did you dress up for Halloween?

Louis has dressed up for Halloween multiple times, most notably in 2012 and 2013, both times wearing white face paint. The day after these parties, Harry was seen with white paint in his hair, despite not attending the events publicly. This lyric feels like a direct callback to those memories, as if Harry is reminiscing about past times together.

It's important to note that this line is in the present. As in, they did not spend the past Halloween together and he is wondering if the person dressed up like they had before.

Do you still do the things we used to do together? Do you still think about those moments the way I do?

I spilt beer on your friend, I'm not sorry

This lyric feels closely tied to the previous line, "Did you dress up for Halloween?", as if Harry is reminiscing about a specific night they spent together—likely a past Halloween celebration.

Louis has always surrounded himself with his close-knit group of friends, particularly during One Direction’s touring years, with names like Oli and Stan frequently by his side. I can imagine Harry spilling beer on Oli and not being the least sorry about it.

The phrase "I'm not sorry" adds a layer of playfulness but also something deeper—perhaps a bit of jealousy. Was this a night when Harry felt like an outsider looking in? Was he watching Louis with his friends, knowing he couldn’t be as openly close as he wanted to be?

Or it could be a dig, a moment of frustration, a reminder that no one else will ever share the same history with Louis that Harry does.

A golf swing and a trampoline

This lyric sounds like Harry reminiscing about this same specific time they spent together. "A golf swing" could be a reference to Niall, who was always known for his love of golf, or just a memory of them goofing around together. "A trampoline" evokes a sense of childhood joy and playfulness, which aligns with how Harry and Louis always seemed when they were together—laughing, teasing, and being carefree in a way they couldn’t always be publicly. This lyric feels like a picture frozen in time—one of those random, meaningless-yet-meaningful moments that stick with you because they were part of something bigger.

Maybe we'll do this again

This is hopeful but uncertain—a quiet wish that maybe, just maybe, they’ll have another chance to experience what they once had. It’s longing, not closure. It's reminicent of something you would say to a group of friends after seeing them for the first time in a really long time - "we should do this again sometime."

Tracksuit and a ponytail

Louis wears tracksuits constantly. During COVID—when this song was being recorded—he grew out his hair into a ponytail. This lyric feels like a small but intimate detail, something only someone who really knows him would reference.

You hide the body all that yoga gave you

Against the public narrative of Louis refusing to work out, Louis has mentioned doing yoga. There’s even a video of him confirming it. This line is playful—acknowledging that Louis has been working out, but he keeps it low-key.

In the background of this picture from February, you can see an exercise mat on one side of the cabinet and a yoga roller on the other.

Red wine and a ginger ale

Harry is associated with red wine on this album, making it seem that there is more of a connection beyond a simple alcoholic beverage. In Grapejuice, he mentions perfering something "old and red" rather than "white and pinks". I'll go more in depth in that analysis - but it essentailly seems to mean "I want a mature love like I have with you. Not something new." Louis’ Walls Tour mini-fridge was stocked with ginger ale.

But you would make fun of me, for sure

Louis and Harry have always had a playful, teasing dynamic. Louis has always been the one to poke fun at Harry—but in an affectionate way. This line suggests a deep familiarity, a relationship built on laughter and inside jokes.

I disrespected you / Jumped in feet first, and I landed too hard

This lyric suggests that Harry rushed into this relationship without thinking about the consequences. He was young, reckless, and deeply in love from the start. He didn’t hesitate—he just jumped in headfirst. This could mirror how Louis and Harry’s relationship developed so quickly in the early One Direction years, with an intensity that neither of them had time to fully process.

A broken ankle, karma rules

Harry broke his foot playing football in 2013, but symbolically, this could be referencing how hard he fell for Louis—so hard that they got hurt.

Also to do with ankles, Harry has the "never gonna dance again" tattoos on his ankles, a reference to a George Michael, a closeted gay man, lyrics. Louis, meanwhile, has a black triangle tattoo on his ankle, a reference to the pink triangle used to mark gay men during the Holocaust. (You can tell a man by his ankles. Harry Styles, 2013)

This lyric could be about the pain that came from falling so intensely, so publicly, yet having to hide it.

You never saw my birthmark

At first glance, this lyric might seem to suggest a lack of intimacy, but in the context of the song, it likely carries a much deeper emotional meaning.

Harry's birthmark is on his back, which means that if someone never saw it, it could symbolize that he never turned his back on them—never abandoned them, never stopped being there for them, even when things got difficult.

The relationship—whether due to circumstances, external pressures, or their own actions—was painful. But despite that pain, despite whatever they faced, he’s saying: "I never turned away from you."

In the broader context of Little Freak, this lyric adds another layer to the song’s themes of longing, regret, and unwavering devotion. He’s looking back on how deeply he fell, how much it cost him, but also how he never truly left—emotionally, he was always there.

Even if they were separated, even if time and distance pulled them apart, his love never wavered.

Final Thoughts

Little Freak is filled with nostalgia, longing, and quiet regret. It doesn’t tell a grand love story but rather reflects on a complicated, intense relationship that still lingers in Harry’s mind.

Written in 2019, before most of the album, this song isn’t necessarily where he stands now but rather a frozen moment in time, a memory that still carries weight. It feels like a love letter to the past, a reflection on something that hurt but was still deeply meaningful.

If we are continuing the reverse album theory then:

Realizing what was lost (Love of My Life)

Acknowledging the problems in the relationship (Boyfriends)

Waiting for them to choose (Satellite)

Choosing love despite everything (Keep Driving)

Living in a fleeting dream (Daydreaming)

Choosing each other again (Cinema)

Reflecting on it all with nostalgia (Little Freak)

It suggests that even after everything—even after choosing each other again—there is still a sense of loss, of uncertainty, of nostalgia for what once was.

It's inclusion at this track number in the reverse album theory is telling. This song was written (and therefor experianced) before the rest. So why put it here? Why not show the longing before the realization that this was the love of his life?

Instead of being just a reflection on the past, it could serve as a warning to himself—a reminder of what it felt like to be without this person and why he doesn’t want to go through that again.

It’s as if he’s saying:

“I remember what it felt like to be apart. I don’t want to go through that again.”

And that makes Little Freak even more powerful in the album’s journey—it’s not just about nostalgia, it’s about learning from the past to protect the future.

[luna0713hunter]

Can you write more prompts for Zoro pleaseee? Thank you:))

Author's note : haha!!!i was actually gonna write a new fic for zoro when i saw your request!!!as always,ask and you shall receive!

College love

Zoro Roronoa x reader

Summary : new semester,new classes,new classmates and a new love

Warnings : none,College au (my favorite trope),studying and late night talks, gender neutral ,maybe more parts?,not me in the middle of exam season and dying from overworking myself

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College sucks.

Everyone tells you college is great;its a place full of new experiences,a new life. Having coffee with friends after lectures and studying together,or simply doodling in your notebook as the professors talk about gods know what.

But as you sip your third cup of coffee that night and rub your eyes while yawning,you glance down at the remaining pages you have to go through before your exam in two days,before you groan and bang your head to the table.

Its exam season,and you're currently sitting in the library at 3:04 am.

College sucks so bad.

You know you have tomorrow to study as well,but between working part time job at a near the campus cafe, and going to lectures,you barely had any time to study.

You stared at your empty cup of coffee and sighed before standing up;then you guess its time to get a refill

✧

"wow,you look like shit."

You dont raise your head from the desk as you groan at your friend.

"hello to you too,Nami."

Nami drops his bag next to you with a 'Thump' and settles down. You feel her hand rub up and down your back (almost awkwardly) and through your misery you manage to crack a smile;being comforting is like a physical torture for your ginger friend.

"did you pull another all nighter?"

Slowly,your head turns in her directly and you narrow your eyes.

"not everyone can be both gorgeous and smart effortlessly like you,Nami. Us, lowly humans,have to choose one." You ignore her eye roll and continue, "and i choose the one that can get me a good job in the future."

"looks can be pretty useful too,honey."

"I'm going to choke you."

"be my guest."

You're too busy to bicker that you dont even notice the door of the class opening and a new person stepping inside. Just as Nami's about to wrap her arm your neck and choke you instead, that's when your eyes land on the new person in the class.

And your breath stops all together.

The first thing that catches your eyes is his green hair. The man is tall,and a mess of green hair making his brown eyes stand out more. There are three golden piercings on his left ear. His black leather jacket looks expensive,and you dont need to see the key to guess that he's probably owns a motorcycle..

"y/n!" You realize you've been staring shamelessly at the man and suddenly whip your head in Nami's direction.

"Nami!" You grip her shoulders and shake her violently, "who's that?!why havent i seen him around?do you know him??is he single???!!"

Nami shoulders off your hands and looks at you like you've grown a second head.

"He's Zoro Roronoa. Our classmate. You haven't seen him cause he almost never shows up at lectures. What the hell is wrong with you exactly?"

"what's wrong with me is that the man is drop dead gorgeous," you frown at her, "and geez girl. How do you know so much about him?"

"cause he's my "kinda friend". We go out drinking together sometimes."

"WHAT?!"

Your shriek is so loud,that when you turn around, you see mr.gorgeous is eyeing you with annoyance.

Great. Your new crush thinks you're crazy.

You duck your head as your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Nami rubs your back sympathetically and you groan tiredly.

"want me to introduce you to him?"

"hell no," you whine and rest your cheek against your desk; letting the surface cooling down your heated skin, "he obviously hates my guts now."

"to be fair,Zoro hates everybody's guts."

"its just a crush Nami," you flash her a smile, "it'll go away eventually."

Unfortunately,it in fact,doesnt go away eventually.

After your embarrassing moment in the classroom,you seem to run into Zoro awfully alot; Whether it be getting a coffee from the near campus cafe,or working your shift there,you seem to always see him.

Zoro liked his coffee black,that was no surprise. The first time that you surved him the black hell,he hadnt even batted an eye at your shakey hands or your stutter.

And you were certain that he had forgotten all about you.

Among the finals creeping close and closer,and with you drowning yourself under your books until morning before going back to your lectures or job,you had completely forgotten all about him.

So when you drop your head on your text book at almost 4 am and try hard not to burst into tears or having a mental breakdown in the almost empty library,you almost scream when a warm can of coffee touches your cheek.

Your head snaps up,and your mouth parts into a small scream that soon gets an ugly glare from the librarian. You shoot her an apologizing look,before turning your head back to the person in front of you.

Zoro freaking Roronoa,holds the coffee in his hand and gives you an unimpressed annoyed look.

"why are you always so loud?"

You dont answer;your mouth hangs open from the shock,and you blink a few times to make sure you're not hallucinating.

"what," you clear your throat, "i,uh, excuse me?"

Zoro rolls his eyes and sits down in front of you while dropping his own backpack on the table. He then slides the drink in front of you and while folding his arms across his chest,he eyes you for a second before looking away.

"you look like a mess. Figured you needed some coffee," he gives you a displeased look from the corner of his eyes, "or some sleep."

Your hands wrap themselves around the warm can;and a small laugh escapes your dry lips.

"you think i can sleep with all these books?i can barely manage between lectures and my part time job with only two hours of sleep as it is!" And for some reason,your stupid brain decides that its a great idea to cry in front of your crush;as if you haven't embarrassed yourself before. So your lower lip starts to wobble,and you let out a small sniffle.

There's a moment of silence;where neither of you say a word. With you starting to finally breakdown,and Zoro just glaring at the textbooks like they had personally offended him. Finally,after a while,you hear him sigh and look up at him with your blurry vision.

"... I'll help you."

"what?"

Another sigh.

"i said, I'll help you study. Im familiar with this stuff,so it'll be nothing."

You let out a loud gasp and stand up from your sit .

"Seriously?!wont you need that time to study?!"

"helping you makes me remember these stuff. It'll be alright."

And when you hold his hands in his,you grin so widely that you feel your cheeks hurting. You shake his hands and laugh lightly.

"thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!"

"yea yeah." He shakes off your hands and stands up,and amongst your joy,you manage to catch a small smile on his lips. Zoro flings his backpack on his shoulder and walks away. He gives you one last look and says "go home and rest for now. See you tomorrow."

And suddenly,the world doesnt seem so bad. College doesn't suck,and your crush, apparently,doesnt hate your guts after all.

[sollucets]

2024 recap: most popular vs. favorite

a long time ago (like. a couple weeks?) @kantpattanawat tagged me to do this, and then @doyeons tagged me on my sideblog just lately, and so finally i am Doing It! i'm going to do both blogs, but jinjjayo didn't gif anything until august so it'll be a minute before it shows up. thanks everyone <3

warning: this post has a Lot of gifs and may lag your device

january

most popular (and favorite by virtue of no competition): 3 will be free userdramas event set

i was fairly burnt out on gifmaking in the beginning of 2024. i think i made like two sets in as many months. i do love 3 will be free and i had fun doing the neon text

february

most popular: puppy eyes lao wen

favorite: my school president rainbow anniversary set or perhaps the ye baiyi effect

as you can tell this is when i finished watching word of honor. the 23.5 pilot also aired in february so my will to gif came back to me :')

march

most popular: ramking & aylinluna side couple success formula

favorite: love for love's sake episode three

i'm kind of shocked and delighted that my event set is my most popular as i didn't think anybody still cared about my engineer and i worked very hard on it. i started doing the lfls episode sets this month and it remains some of my very best coloring work. also, 23.5 was airing & i was doing rainbow sets for that.

april

most popular: heartkillers pilot trailer

favorite(s): ugh i did a lot of good giffing this month. yeowoon's smile set, t8s anniversary set, t4t (teacher for teacher), more rainbow 23.5. but my real absolute favorites are:

lfls episode five

beyond evil event set

my best beloved wenzhou poetry set that i worked on while i was in & out of the hospital

somehow i was at my physically sickest but most productive i guess. thats life for you

may

most popular: asexual plakao

i'm glad it is, i worked hard on that coloring & kao remains dear to me

some other favorites: rainbow 23.5, myungha's smile set <33

june

most popular (and favorite by virtue of no competition): eunbi sabotage mv

the kpop gifmaking spiral begins here, but also, i am still enchanted by this mv. sorry i didnt know about masters and quality and all that yet i was just downloading in 1080p from youtube i have learned since

july

my laptop was broken during this month. :(

august

most popular: hearteyes aninpin, skz maniac forever playlist

favorites: only friends anniversary, bon bon chocolat forever playlist

i went kinda crazy in august. no for real i made 40 gifsets across both accounts all while i was figuring out kpop giffing. i was doing some insane sleep schedule shit to gif the loyal pin, too. my early forever playlist sets are all very good in my opinion

september

most popular: aninpin kisses, snsd the boys forever playlist

favorites: tlp e6 aesthetic set, eternally taejun (and my nmixx fe304 break set)

i've like Always wanted to make an eternally lyric set like that so im so glad i finally did. one of my favorite mvs of ever

october

most popular: crop top jongseob

favorite: any of the spooky season forever playlists but especially hoshi spider. warm place in my heart for swan in on my bike as well

i can barely believe i managed to do spooky forever playlist every other day for most of the month. i felt so bad for dropping it but frankly it was a lot. also, i did not gif on my main this month! kpop rabbit hole is real

november

most popular: girl rules trailer, when i'm with you / my first and last

favorite: over the moon mv, bibi derre

what a good month to love women, clearly

december

most popular: strategy jeongyeon

favorite: astro forever playlist, burn it mv

you guys did not love astro enough... that mv is Beautiful. and burn it is so so so good too i have so many thoughts and yaps to say about it

all in all i'm proud of myself for 2024 gifs. i had a weird and strange year but i'm pulling it together and ive had a lot of fun venturing into kpop gifs. thanks everyone <3333

[tealenko]

(WIP) Three Letters - Ch.13

All Chapters -> [link]

So, there's like 2 lost souls here with me in this empty fandom that keep writing comments in my fics and, what can I say? I'm a very simple person lol The moment I see someone liking my fics it makes me want to keep writing them.

So here we are. I have a more clear idea for this chapter now and know that I want to do many stories in one, to show their day to day life and sink in straight into the fluff (get ready for it people, I love to write this shit)

Yesterday, out of nowhere, I decided to do a couple sprints and just write some of these little moments and tbf I like them a lot for how little they took me to write.

Thought the 3 persons following me because of TR may like them, so here you have them (ignore my crazy notes please, this is just me testing concepts and ideas)

The book

Lara’s hand graces the spine of many tomes before stopping at one. This one somehow feels different than the rest, special.

She’s about to pull it out of its place when someone else does it for her.

Jacob graces her skin ever so slightly on its way to take the old book, sending a shiver through her entire body.

“Nice choice.” He indicates, smiling at the ragged tome before turning to cast his happiness toward Lara.

…

“This one focuses mainly on **insert astronomy mambo jambo** Are you familiar with the concept/area?”

“Ermm…” 

Think, Lara… Think! 

“Are you feeling well?”

“Yes! Yes…”

“Yes you are fine or yes do you know it?”

“Both, I…” She laughs a little, all her courage doing its best to sink her embarrassment. “The **insert whatever the people of Paititi is** had, well have, better said, interesting ideas about it”.

“More astronomy argot I really need to research.”

“Her reply”

“”I see… Fascinating.” Jacob opens the book to reference a page.

//It's obvious he knows it to perfection, doesn't need the book, having in mind he even knows from memory in which page the passage is written. Does it almost as a ritual, Lara finds it endearing.

“Look, this is…” He shows her the page as he talks. “But if what you’re telling is true…”

He takes her hand, closing the other, looking at her with the twinkle only little kids have when they find they are going to have their favorite dish for dinner. 

“Please tell me more about it.”

Before Lara can add anything, he guides her to the bench/sofa and both of them sit one next to the other, still holding her hand, expertly handling the book with the other.

With one flicker of his wrist the tome opens. Jacob  passes the pages with his thumb searching for a specific chapter and, for a second, Lara’s mind is tempted to make a comment about the skill displayed by Jacob’s hand, but her survival instincts kick in just in time to prevent her getting into something wouldn’t be able to recover from.

So the moment vanishes quickly as she moves her eyes to a different target and sets them on what he's showing her instead.

“What about..?”

Praying

Lara knows she must be late when she doesn’t find Jacob his usual spot, at the mirador that hangs over the waterfall.

She shouldn’t have let Levi convince her of doing that one sparring round but, to be fair, she was way too focused and having too good of a time to realize what time(?) it was.

After a second cursing herself, she redirects heer steps towards the mountain observatory, reaching it in only a few minutes, knowing this was when Jacob was going to be headed.

Lara found him seated on the stairs: fingers crossed, hands in between his knees, head lowered. She knows way too well the meaning of the pose: he is praying.

Jacob’s lips move ever so slightly, mouthing the silent plea as his eyes remain closed, way too focused on thee action to notice her presence or too deep into his conversation with the higher powers to be able to break it just to acknowledge her.

She isn’t expecting it, either.

So, after a long moment dedicated exclusively to take in his peaceful expression, she sits at his side and waits.

At first she looks at the scenery, taking in the valley as she rests her weight on her elbows and her elbows on the steps.

Making the most of the pose, she dedicates heer attention to the sky for a while, tracing the different shapes of the clouds and admiring the way the sky seems to have decided to paint itself in a shade that cannot be described neither blue not gray, finding that kind of color that no one can describe without other person thinking they're wrong.

Once her eyes get tired of the sky, she closes them and, against her very own nature, raises them toward heaven.

She takes a deep breath in trying to feel something. Anything. 

Trying to feel.

After a while her heartbeat becomes slower, and starts to feel more focused, rested. At peace. And after hesitating for a while she takes a final second to do another deep breath, and lets her mind be true.

I… I really don’t… I’ve never, I mean, who knows… But… But, whoever is listening…

She takes one last second there, turning to look at Jacob, glee coating heer face the moment heer eyes set on him

Thank you.

[tosweetiee]

You, me, and us.

let me tell you how much i love him. he is sunsets and tired eyes and messy hair and ripped jeans and late night laughter and spilt coffee and the smell before it rains  and sleepless nights and bad 90s movies and new music and poetry and whispers at 4 a.m. and ice cream and denim and no destination drives and sunday morning. he my moon, my universe, my love, my sun, my lovetaker, my world, and he is everything lovely. i love you so much that words cannot begin to describe it. i want to spend all of eternity with you and never leave your side. there are three things in this world that will always remain a constant: the sun will rise, the wind will blow, and i will love you. you are like a ray of light in dark places. whenever things get rough and i lost all hope, you appear out of no where and save me from destruction. you're truly my savior, my hero, my prince charming ... my everything. i want to grow old with you. not just mature, i mean REALLY grow old. i never want to lose you, cs you are the love of my life.

okay next! CAN I JUST SAY SMTHNG CRAZY ABOUT U? i want to tell u something! do you know? how lucky i am to have u. IM SO HAPPY AND VERY VERY LUCKY. aku udah pernah cerita ke kakak sebelumnya aku tiap deket sama cowo pasti berakhir jelek, sampe aku takut buat mulai hubungan lagi sama cowo lain. tapi, setelah kakak datang ke hidup aku, aku ngerasa bener bener dicinta banget sama kakak. selama aku main rp, baru kali ini nemu yang cintanya setara bukan yang salah satu doang excited nya. sebelum ketemu kakak tuh, aku ngerasa hidup aku kaya ada yang kurang gitu, setelah kakak datang ke hidup aku malah idup aku jadi lebih berwarna pas ada kakak 😵‍💫 MY KINDA love only for u! aku sayang bangettt sama kakakk! kalau kakak gamau percaya juga gapapa. but, tolong kasih aku harapan ya? harapan buat nanti kita berdua bisa bersama untuk selamanya hehe ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა kakak, kalau nanti kita udah ga sama sama lagi, aku harap kakak jangan pernah lupa sama aku ya? aku gapernah nyesel pernah ketemu sama kakak di kehidupan ini. u ARE my woOrld 🌎🤍 IM REALY EXCITED for this! kalau ada yang jahat sama kakak, kasi tau aku ya? nanti aku tonjok orang nya hehee. 🤏🏻

live, laugh, love, Asterius.

kakak dengerin lagu ini deh, ini lagu favorite aku. masukin ke playlist kakak biar kakak ga denger dj sama dangdut terus 🤏🏻

denger ini jugaa! kalo kata Taylor Swift “ In a world of boys, he's a gentleman ”, Daniel Caesar bilang “ If life is a movie, oh you're the best part ”.

AKU BINGUNG MAU NGETIK APALAGIII.

kakak choose ini ajaa 👇🏻

[marine-indie-gal]

Dedicated to anyone out there who did their own Tribute to Stephen Hillenburg, I'm pretty sure we all know we're all know that I am indeed exactly Five Years late for this 😅

Considering that Today is the 62th Birthday to SpongeBob's creator who already passed away, I wanted to share my own tribute to him by drawing my own personal interpertation of Salacia hugging one of her pals (SpongeBob) knowing that Hillenburg is still there for his own creation (even if he may not be alive anymore).

Speaking of which, I wanted to share my own personal history with my own relationship with Hillenburg's creation throughout the Years.

As someone who was born in the 2000s era, I was never born in the 90s which always made Me the Youngst growing up as I was born around in a Crazy Blizzard around 2005 in the month of Christmas. There were a lot of popular things in life around my childhood like Angry Birds, Minecraft, Cut The Rope, My Little Pony, Hello Kitty, and even some First Modern Cartoon Network shows (before that studio went down) and all kinds of Early 2000s/2010s stuff that I've seen in life. One of my first exposures around in Pop Culture of that era when I was young was Disney and even a little addition of Dr. Seuss. I've watched SpongeBob around in its Seasons 4-8 when I was a Young Kid, growing up, I've always adored the Little Sponge Guy around in my childhood considering that it was one of my favorite shows from my childhood. Well, techincally, back then, I was actually more of a TAWOG Person being that Gumball was actually my very exposure of a very first fandom growing up as a kid (I even remember being obessessed with that CN Show until when I stopped watching it. Either that I was too busy on other things or that I was always stressed out on School).

I saw its First Movie when it came out One Year after I was born. I myself had watch that movie all the time as a kid, as I still enjoyed it at the very least to this day. Looking back at it, I actually haven't re-watched the film for quite a long time as it has been such a wicked long time considering that a lot of things change over the past few years of decades. Some things don't certainly age well in our childhood, others do age like wine.

Being a 2000s kid, I actually did had a few DVDs of Old Episodes from the Show from Seasons 1-3 as someone who always had a family moving place to place for weekends of vacation, I would always watch Movies and Shows all the time with my Parents. Sometimes, even if my Parents weren't around, I would sometimes watch a Few Movies and Shows by myself (mostly the obscured ones) on streaming services. Growing up, I had a fascination with Beach Life. I would always collect Seashells, Explore around the Sandy Places, and even most of the Time swim underwater where the Fishes would swim by. Though, oddly enough, SB wasn't the only Aquatic Media that I always loved as a kid since there were a few others that were also Aquatic as well like The Water Babies, Finding Nemo, Shark Tale, Disney's The Little Mermaid, and even Bubble Guppies. So yeah, you can at least pretty much tell that I was already born to be a Marine lover person who always had a life for Life under the Sea.

But when things start to change as I was around in my earliest Teen Years, I had no such more focus on SB anymore considering that like again, I had much focus for other things in life. New fandoms, Better Days (some were also terrible if you could put it that way). In 2018 (when I was 12 at that time of year), when I found out that SB's creator (Stephen Hillenburg) had passed away, I was completely shocked about his death and I had felt bad for the Other Hardcore Fans who missed him dearly partially because on how that he helped everyone's own childhoods with his own creation. I still remain a SB Fan that day but as someone who actually did not seen his New Seasons during that time, I still had no focus on looking back at it but whenever people pass away throughout decades, you'll always know how much you're gonna miss them, even if they were famous people from your childhood, especially for the ones who happen to inspire your own creaitives. Even losing a family member is hard for someone who has lost a few of them in their own life.

Then, around in the year, 2020 (when I was around 14), when SpongeBob was going to release its Third Film after it's Second Film in 2015 ("Sponge Out of Water" when I was 9), that Year itself was hell considering most of the horrible things that happened during that year that I'm pretty sure no one hasn't forget and still remembers that Worst Year to this day (My Mom broke her own Leg during that Year despite that she now broke her Arm in this Year, Kobe tragically died, and even COVID was the reason why we all had to be inside). Not to mention that I already lost my own Grandfather in December and my Mom was extremly heartbroken losing her own Father. When "Sponge On The Run" (Originally titled, "It's A Wonderful Sponge") was annoucned, it had so much delayed troubles I couldn't even be looking forward to seeing it, even after when it finally released around in August in Canada and then in March of 2021 on Netflix (though, it's not really on Netflix anymore last time that I've checked). But when I heard about the Controversy surronding it all because of the Spin-Offs that a lot of people on the internet were saying stuff like "STEPHEN DIDN'T WANT SPINOFFS!!!!!" or "NICK IS SPITTING ON HILLENBURG'S GRAVE BECAUSE HE ASKED FOR NO SPINOFFS!!!!!!" Look, I know that was all History stuff but if a few people are still acting like it to this day, they should get over themselves now. 

In case if you didn't know (or never watched the Third Movie), Sponge On The Run actually started the Whole Spinoffs in segments of Flashbacks to the Days where the Gang were at a Camp which was a brand new fresh start for SB considering after when Steph died, it was only up to his crew to take care his creation. Despite the fact that if you'd had watch all the episodes from the show, you would know that the franchise actually has its own Lore from Each Episode from the Past which people pointed out on how it was ridicolus to restart the lore (even I myself used to believe that). But looking back at the show, and how one of the Writers (Vincent Waller) pointed out that Steph knew about Kamp Koral, it turns out for what people have mislead in the past (if some still do to this day), I think what were all blind is that Steph actually said "He didn't know IF he could have seen in the potentails in wanting give his own Creation a Spin-Off" which, come to think of it, despite the show's genre of Surreal Comdey, I think we've been just living under the rock this whole time judging by how when we grow up, we start to realize that there is no such thing as "Canon" in a show like SB (usually, you'd see different types of canons in every other franchise like Sonic or Angry Birds). But even for that, sometimes a Story has no connection to the Other in terms of speaking in Timeline.

I still remember that time around in 2021 when I was introduced to SMG4, I remember seeing SpongeBob in other parody videos and even that one time I made my own SMG4 Fanfic featuring their own potrayal of the SB Characters (which I believe was kinda embrassing to Me to this day now that I've actually been thinking about it). 

Anyways, now as someone who has already gotten old, I have been looking back at some of my very old nostalgic things around in Childhood since 2022 while still looking forward to new things ahead. Mainly because after so much stress and grief upon everything that I once had in my old life, and now that my own Mother lost her Brother (who was my Uncle), I've already made my own descion Last Year of going through a New Life where I would have to face everything in my upcoming Adulthood, but I still missed my own childhood days. I've watched the Modern New Episodes (Seasons 9-12) for the very first time and honestly, I'm gotta have to admit here, but I actually like the New SpongeBob so much better than the Old One (apologises to those who still prefer the Classic), I still don't have nothing against the Old One but the New One feels so much improved with such Cartoony Whacky Animation that I like to think that I prefer the New Style over the Old Style (but still support both). I had watch the Third Film for the first time as I did used to think that it was bad (like how a lot of people say they would) but overtime, the way that I draw Poseidon somehow makes Me like that Third Movie since the Writers did want to put much heart for how much that Friendship truly meant around SpongeBob and his Friends.

I also couldn't thank Other Artists who done their own versions of Greek/Roman Gods into my own Personal Versions if the Other Gods in the Pantheon were in the Same Artstyle as King Neptune and King Poseidon in a Silly Show as inspiration for those (like my own friends) who have done interpertations of what Other Characters from the Source Material that never been adapted would look like in a form of the Artstyle. Ever since that I did my own personal take on Salacia, it completely took over Me as it made me have a strong fond for both the Sea Kings (even Poseidon and Amphitrite just became my New Mythological OTP alongside with Hades and Persephone thanks to Myself). Not to mention, I also had a long-passion for Old Stories for a long time, it also help Me to inspire to create my own personal versions of these said stories to interprete them in a different way which once lead me into my own Prequel Headcanon Project about the Lives of both King Neptune and King Poseidon in my AU if they weren't from different timelines. 

Overtime, as I always kept looking back at my old self, remembering the Days that I actually did had a Good Childhood, I'll always never forget my own Glorious Days where I grew up with such Nostalgic Things around in my life since SpongeBob was always truly one of my most favorites since the very beginning when I was came to the World. It just makes Me feel so much inspired by Hillenburg considering that he's a Marine biologist like how much I have a huge love for Nature and even a soft spot for Animals. Not only did I once feel hope for having a better future, but for a fact that I was born as a Sea Lover when it comes to looking into Other Aquatic Cultures and Media (New Ones like Splatoon, Ruby Gillman, and even Luca) and even old ones that I didn't saw as a child until Teenhood (The Sea Prince and The Fire Child).

It has come to my conclusion that SpongeBob as a show has always helped us build our childhood as things will always inspire us to give our very own bright imagintation, even to People who have Autism like Myself. While I do respect for those who are not into the show anymore because of its recent seasons, I still support it, even in my heart since I have not look back into it for such a long time as I believe it was my fault for not looking back at everything in my childhood. 

Thank You, Stephen Hillenburg. For reaching all of our own childhoods, even if we don't know what would life would be like without your own Magnificent Sea World.

Salacia (c) Me SpongeBob SquarePants (c) Stephen Hillenburg and Nickelodeon 

[simplyemm]

💐 What is the relationship Rook has with their faction mentor? What was the moment they sent Rook away like?

AHHHH HI!!!!

So I'm answering these for my Rook from this.

This got loooong so I'm sticking it under the break 😂

Ches (Francesca de Riva) is Viago's second cousin. After her mom passed away, she was sent to Salle to live with her mother's cousin (Viago's mom), except she had passed away the year before, leaving Viago as her only remaining family member. Ches was five and Viago was twenty. Viago took on the role of protective older brother for the first several years, until her magic manifested when she was ten. No one explicitly told her this, but little Baby Ches had the idea in her head that if she wasn't good and wasn't the best that Viago would send her away (this definitely didn't lead to any self-imposed perfectionism or unrealistic expectations). After her magic manifested, their relationship shifted more to a mentor/protege relationship as he ramped up her Crow training and found tutors to help her gain control of her magic.

He knew that she had a lot of potential and pushed her very hard (he sort of slid the sibling relationship over to Teia, knowing that Ches would still need that sort of presence in her life). This led to their relationship becoming somewhat strained, especially when she was in her late teens/early twenties (she's thirty at the time of the events of The Veilguard). She had a bit of a rebellious phase, nothing too crazy, and did sort of realize why Viago was pushing her as hard as he was. She accepts his reasoning but also kind of resents him for it? She gives him everything she's got, but he still pushes harder which makes her believe that she's disappointing him, it's a whole thing. They have a complicated relationship to say the least lol.

The moment she gets sent away happens in a couple different phases. Firstly she was keeping an eye on Varric as a favor to everyone's favorite Antivan Inquisition Ambassador (Josie knew Varric was likely to find trouble and wanted to attempt to keep him out of it) which is why she attacked the Antaam and freed the prisoners in the first place. This leads to her being brought in front of the Talons to answer for her actions, which leads to her public sending away. As Fifth Talon and her Head of House, Viago was the one to deliver the Talons' verdict. She accepts it (she considers herself lucky to be alive at all considering she's also still taking heat from another job that went wrong that she's getting blamed for it wasn't her fault, Illario's just an asshole) and goes to her room to pack. Teia comes by to make sure she's okay and to help pack and this next bit happens: (this is pulled straight from one of the WIP chapter drafts, so it's kinda rough still).

There was a soft knock on the door. "Ches? Can I come in?" "It's your house," Ches replied when she opened the door to Teia. Andarateia Cantori was the Seventh Talon, Viago's on-again-off-again partner, and the closest thing she had to an older sister. "How are you?" she asked, glancing at the bag that the younger woman had been furiously packing. "I mean, lucky to be alive, all things considered," she tried to mask her feelings with her usual wit, but Teia saw right through it. She pulled her into a tight hug. "Do you have a plan? I know you've never really been outside Antiva." Ches nodded. "A friend of Lady Montilyet's was among the prisoners I saved, he's offered me a job. It'll get me out of Antiva at least." She tossed a couple more things into her pack, choosing to leave behind the majority of her clothes and armor that marked her as a Crow, and tied it shut. "Be careful, sorellina," Teia said. "Things will calm down in a little while and then you can come back home." "I don't believe that is your decision, Andarateia," Viago stood in the doorway, looking especially menacing. "Vi-" "Leave us."

From there they have a very tense sort of back and forth that leaves Ches feeling not great (former gifted kid being told they are disappointing an authority figure much?) At which point she leaves, meets up with Varric and heads off to save the world.

Holy shit this got long, but if you're still here THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for asking (also you're wonderful). ❤️❤️

[umichenginabroad]

Let the games begin: The Last Hurrah :(

Week 10

It’s our last full week here! Time really flew by and I can’t believe that I’ll be back in Michigan soon. To make the most of it, we stayed booked and busy to cross things off our San Sebastián bucket list. For the remaining days of our research, we also had a lot to finish up for final presentations. No more afternoon naps, we had to make this final rally count!

My week technically started on Tuesday due to the unfortunate bus situation from over the weekend (read last week’s post for that experience). I went to the beach to soak up some rays and then Jayashree and I went to this restaurant called The Yellow Deli. Maybe this is a hot take but I would say that this became one of my favorite spots to eat in all of San Sebastián, even though it doesn’t specialize in pintxos. It was mainly the vibe of the place that we enjoyed the most since it was like a funky woodland medieval tavern. The cheesecake and hot cider were a perfect combo of pure delish. Mateo always raves about the cheesecakes he eats everywhere he goes but I think he’s really missing out on this one.

On Wednesday we went to La Mamma, our favorite pasta place, since Izzy hadn’t been yet. This time, Deidra decided to try a new dish and I’ve honestly never seen someone experience that much anguish over food before. At first, she said it had a little bit of a kick to it but that didn’t seem to phase her yet. As time went on, poor Deidra started to crumble and it was obvious that the spice was winning. Sweat, tears, and hopefully not blood went into Deidra persevering like a champ through her pasta. Very proud of her for that effort, and I would show a pic of the aftermath but she’d probably kill me if I did so here’s us before Deidra’s five stages of grief:

Bataplán Thursday! At long last we got Izzy and Diego to go to the club with us for one last night out. The funny thing is that Diego kept trying to convince himself to not go but this guy ended up being the life of the party. The club life in Spain starts late and goes on into the wee hours of the morning which is definitely not for the weak. Even though we had work Friday, it was worth it to have fun with the group and do round two of arm wrestling yet again in Bataplán. Later on in the day, we got ready for one last trip which is special because of the…

Olympics!

Friday afternoon we boarded the bus to Bordeaux, about four-ish hours away to go see an Olympic soccer match. I’ve never watched an actual match in person before, so I was really excited to see all the hype and wear my San Fermín fit again in support for the one and only ESPAÑA! We did a lot of exploring the city before the game and found that it was super cute with highlights being castle gateways, a ferris wheel, mini arc de triomphe (nearly every european city has one for some reason??), and a reflection pool. To fuel for the game, we had an energizing lunch courtesy of the huge carrefour market in the city center. You can get a rotisserie chicken, roasted potatoes, and a dessert for like €5?? We then made our way to the stadium on the crazy packed and sweaty tram, then finally made it in and got our dream picture with the mascot of the olympic games: Phryge the French Hat. 

Our seats were in a good spot pretty much right in front of the goal. Earlier in the day, I had bought a spanish flag to wear like a cape and to wave around during the game. As honorary spaniards, all of us had to represent and we. didn’t. disappoint. After every goal we were putting in the WORK to do the chants like our lives depended on it. Spain won 3-1 against the Dominican Republic and I like to think that we were a tiny part of causing that win to happen. I feel like before this game I didn’t really understand what made people so crazy about soccer, but being in the stands in person changed that perspective for me and I had a fun time! At the end of the day after having the sun blast down on us in the stands, we were collapsing. Refueled at a Canadian restaurant where I tried poutine for the first time and it was pretty tasty. Then, ended up back at the reflection pool where Izzy and I went on a rampage of splashing each other to the point where our pants were beyond soaked and I had to wear my flag around me like a skirt. ‘Twas a good end to a good day!

Next week will be my final reflection post, so come back for my last blog ever, tears already! :(

Olé, olé, olé!

Emily Dobao

Biomedical Engineering

IPE San Sebastian, Spain

August 2nd, 2024

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Prickly

• July 4 •

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions, sex

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The weather was hot, the wind was dry, the drink between his fingers tasted of something that was going to cost him the small sum of twenty dollars, so the day wasn't starting out as he'd imagined.

Even so, he didn't care, the terrace was almost empty given the late hour, and he looked at his phone to make sure he hadn't missed the appointment, or arrived too early, and yet he could read, purple on black, that he hadn't. In fact, he was right on time. In fact, he was right on time. A light breath passed his lips as he stretched his back with difficulty, cracking it back into place, his eyes scanning around in the hope of finding the unfamiliar face he'd been waiting for. Min Yoongi had no idea what he'd gotten himself into, when the user by the name of: V the victory's man, suggested a crazy plan. Said V was a famous photographer, married, according to what he had told him, to one of the most popular men, a rabbit-faced model, whom Yoongi had never seen. Jungkook, if he remembered correctly. Anyhow… Yoongi had been accosted by this unscrupulous man, while he was doing his favorite thing: Watching time go by and cats being saved on Youtube. So, V had come to accost him on an app he didn't remember having, that his best friend Hoseok, who obviously hated knowing he was single, had installed for him, to make him a strange proposition: Come on a date, with a photographer looking for a muse. Whose name he didn't know, nor his face, nor even what kind of photos the guy took. In short, Yoongi didn't know much about what he was doing with his life, but he was always being told to do things a little different from his usual routine. So here he was, at the seaside, around eighteen o'clock, doing a photo shoot with a stranger he'd met on a dodgy website. Maybe not the best idea after all, but now that he was there, sitting on the terrace of the bar he'd chosen, he might as well enjoy the last milkshake of his life.

“- Kitty Cat?”

Yoongi jerked up as he straightened his cat eyes, mentally telling himself that he should gut Hoseok with his stupid nickname. He remains silent long enough to discover the stranger. Smaller than he'd imagined, but his pair of shoes with heels told him not to comment. Yoongi was almost disappointed to find out that he was a photographer rather than a model. His outfit was of an adolescent: a simple red vest over black jeans, candy-pink hair, the very cliché of the artist, and Yoongi wondered if he had any other secrets hidden beneath the layers of clothing. Yes, the Min was gay, or rather Bi, he liked everything, as long as the person in front of him had a character that matched his ideal, the physical for him? A face could quickly lose its resemblance over time, while a personality remained stagnant. He snapped out of his torpor, wondering how long he'd been staring at him, learning the features of his face, and Yoongi finally nodded, inviting him to settle down.

“- I suppose you're V?

- Ah… No, V is my best friend. I'm Jimin, Park Jimin. But people just call me Jimin.

- Yes, they do. Min Yoongi.”

Yoongi was often described as being like a cat, not very talkative, not very affectionate at first sight. But life had wanted it that way. Unscrupulous parents, a life on the streets, trying not to sink, he had learned to toughen up, to become a rock without emotions, never to complain. In his thirties, he'd seen a lot, not all of it pretty, not all of it good. But he remained polite, so Yoongi ordered Jimin the drink of his choice, a glass of alcohol, a cocktail with exotic names, before the photographer snapped out of his torpor, as if Yoongi had made a great impression on him.

“- As V says, I'm looking for a model for my new portfolio. I'm an art student at Seoul University. I can pay you! It would be a three-year contract.

- What line of work do you do? Male model?

- You could say that, yes. I do sensual, nude photos. I showcase a body, to prove that no matter what may have happened in your life, you can still be beautiful.”

Yoongi didn't know what to say, remaining silent while he took in all the information, he didn't like himself very much, there was nothing special about him. He was an ordinary Korean, with eyes more slanted than some others, nothing more. He took his time to think things over, before Jimin came up with a real contract, and truth be told, the price was more than acceptable for this kind of thing. To tell the truth, Yoongi couldn't really afford to be choosy: he was also an artist, and music was everything that made him tick. But it was hard to make a real place for himself in this kind of place, the competition was tough, so he couldn't really say no to easy money. Three years would give him enough to get a decent apartment, save up, and leave his best friend's apartment once and for all.

“- Where will the shoots take place?

- In my apartment, I'll give you the address, in a reliable setting.

- It's a lot for a student. How can I be sure I'll get paid?

- The checks will be issued by Jeon Jungkook. You can always check to see if they're real."

Panic in Jimin's eyes, he pinches his lower lip as he digs into his satchel a second time, pulling out the first paycheck with two zeros more than on the paper, signed by the obviously masculine hand of Jeon Jungkook. The famous model married to V. Yoongi looks at it, takes it between his fingers, inspects it like a tax inspector, looking for the slightest trace of forgery, but he was no expert, far from it. So he just takes it, looking at the small lines of the contract, everything seems legal, so he signs, sure and certain that he's not risking selling a kidney. The young man looks reassured, finally blowing out his breath and letting himself go in the seat of his chair, as if a huge weight had just been lifted from his shoulders.

“- At a price like that, you must have had quite a crowd, right?

- Well, not really. People are terrified of having photos of themselves in a vulnerable position. If you hadn't signed, I'd probably have had to write off my year. Thank you.”

The kid seemed polite, genuine in his gestures. Yoongi paid for the two drinks, before returning to Jung Hoseok's small studio, a veritable dance machine, having opened his own school which was all the rage, the young man was behind the kitchen counter, straightening a curious gaze at the good humor of the cat sliding onto the bar stools.

“- Someone's got good news, obviously.

- You'll be able to resume the rhythm of your sexual frolics with your girlfriend, the cat takes off.

- You got a job? You know I would have if you hadn't told me not to.

- Exactly. I don't want to take advantage of you anymore. Besides, my boss is pretty cute.”

It hadn't taken Yoongi long to find a furnished studio apartment that he could afford. After all, he wasn't a fussy man who settled for very little, so as long as the residence was quiet, the neighbors were silent and he got his five hours' sleep, it suited him perfectly. The school year only took a good month, giving Yoongi the chance to settle in comfortably, and get his bearings in his new home, before receiving the first message from Park Jimin, called just Jimin, which made him laugh every time his eyes fell on the contact name. Yes, he could be a bit of a brat when he wanted to be, but Jimin had even sought him out, a bit. Jimin's apartment was bigger than his own and much better maintained. It was always strange to walk into a lived-in apartment that looked like the magazines, impersonal, tidy, an apartment of a guy who had to go out on the street and watch people while they lived. One of psychopaths. Yoongi couldn't help the shiver that ran through his body as he nipped at his lower lip, Jimin indicating that he should take a seat in his office, a large desk filled with various accessories, a bed in the center, chairs arranged perfectly straight, Jimin must have had a few knocks.

“- Excuse the mess, I haven't finished setting up my office yet. Take off your top, we're going to start soft and go from strength to strength.

- Okay.”

Yoongi settles down, takes off his leather jacket, and hesitates for a second, before taking off his shirt, in a slow gesture, as if he wanted to take as much time as possible, finally his white skin is revealed in front of a slightly surprised Jimin. A hiccup passes his lips and Yoongi almost feels bad about this reaction, as he rushes to grab his top, Jimin holds him back, apologizing half-heartedly.

“ - You're beautiful.”

The words had passed his lips unintentionally, to the reaction of the photographer, who apologizes half-heartedly, before taking on a more professional air. He indicated that he should strike a pose, before the session began, and Yoongi finally agreed to play along. The more time passed, the more the clothes slipped off the pale skin, the months ran by like grains of sand, and Yoongi had never asked to see Jimin's work. He trusted him, after all. A year goes by like that. And Yoongi is called in again for a shoot, a sweet habit that makes him smile softly, but he pauses in front of the new painting at the entrance to the house. Yoongi's features are recognizable, he's from the back, the curve of his hips almost touchable, while his bulging buttocks can be made out beneath the veil. It was in black and white, which brought out the scar on his shoulder, a flowing line from a distant operation that no one can forget. Jimin let him contemplate, in silence, before opening his mouth.

“- Do you like it?

- I'm not sure.

- If you want, I can take it off. I'd put it somewhere else. So I could look at it.

- How often do you look at this kind of picture?

- Every day. When we're not working together.

- Well, that's good. I'd feel less guilty then.

- Guilty?”

Yoongi approaches Jimin, kissing his lips with infinite tenderness. Time turns and stops at the same time, as the younger man responds with equal tenderness and feeling, making the older man smile. Realizing that perhaps, finally, he had hope at the beginning of this summer, that their contract would last more than three years.

[itsbellat]

Rainbow Hearts: My Journey of Love and Acceptance

Hey there, my fabulous readers! Today, I'm gonna spill the tea on a rollercoaster ride of emotions, heartbreak, and self-discovery. So, grab your tissues (and maybe a tub of ice cream) 'cause we're about to dive into my coming-out story. Buckle up, lovelies, 'cause it's gonna be a bumpy ride!

Picture this: high school drama, butterflies in my stomach, and a heart that beats to the rhythm of teenage crushes. I had this major crush on Sam, a classmate who made my heart do somersaults and my mind go all mushy. Little did I know, Sam was bi-curious, and things took a steamy turn when we found ourselves making out in my bedroom.

But, oh honey, plot twist incoming! Just when I thought my dreams were coming true, life pulled a fast one on me. One fateful day, while Sam and I were caught up in the heat of the moment, my dear ol' mom decided to make an unannounced entrance. Yeah, talk about the ultimate buzzkill! My mom's eyes widened, and her jaw practically hit the floor when she saw us locked in a passionate embrace.

Sam had to make a swift exit, leaving me alone with my mom and a million emotions swirling inside me. But let me tell you, my mom? She's an absolute queen. She looked me straight in the eyes and reassured me that she loved and supported me, no matter who I loved. I could see the worry in her eyes when she told me that my dad wouldn't understand, so we had to keep our little secret between us. Mama bear was ready to protect her cub, and I couldn't be more grateful for her love and acceptance.

Heartbreak, my friends, is a real kicker. In the aftermath of the Sam saga, I discovered that Sam had a crush on this blonde dude from our history class named Zack. Talk about a twist of fate that felt like a punch to the gut! It felt like someone had played a cruel joke on my heart, leaving it bruised and shattered.

But being the passionate soul that I am, I couldn't let my emotions fester inside me. So, I did what any writer with a heart on the mend would do—I poured my feelings into a love letter. You know, penning down all those raw emotions, the highs, the lows, the what-ifs, and the what-could-have-beens. It was like bleeding my heart onto paper, putting every ounce of my vulnerability into words.

Now, let me share with you a snippet from that heartfelt letter:

"Dear Sam,

There are a million thoughts swirling inside my head, like a tornado of emotions that I can't seem to tame. It's crazy how the mere thought of you can make my heart dance a wild salsa, and how your smile feels like a ray of sunshine on even the gloomiest days.

But, my love, fate has thrown a curveball that has left me spinning. Discovering your crush on Zack felt like a dagger through my heart, shattering the dreams I had woven around us. It's like watching my favorite rom-com, only to have the ending rewritten without me in it.

Yet, despite the ache, I want you to know that my heart still carries a flame for you. Maybe it's foolish, maybe it's reckless, but it's a fire that refuses to be extinguished. And if one day, when the stars align and the universe whispers its secrets, you find yourself wondering about what could have been, remember that my heart will always hold a special place just for you.

With love, Bella" After pouring my heart out into that love letter, I couldn't muster the courage to give it to Sam. Fear and doubt crept in, playing tricks on my mind. What if it was too late? What if it would only bring more pain? So, that heartfelt letter remained hidden, tucked away in a secret drawer, carrying the weight of unspoken words and unfulfilled dreams.

But here I am, sharing this intimate story with all of you in the vast expanse of the blogosphere. It's funny how time has a way of shifting perspectives and healing wounds. I've realized that sometimes, the act of writing about our experiences can be just as cathartic as sharing them with the world. My hidden treasure of emotions, unveiled and released into the universe. It's a testament to the journey of self-discovery, resilience, and finding solace in the power of words. Life may not always turn out the way we expect, but it's in those unexpected detours that we uncover our true strength.

And there you have it, my friends—a glimpse into the rollercoaster of emotions that was my coming-out story. Life has its twists and turns, and sometimes love takes us on unexpected detours. But through it all, I've learned that being true to yourself and finding acceptance in your own heart is the greatest love story of all. Now, let's raise a metaphorical glass and toast to vulnerability, to love's unpredictable dance, and to the beauty of embracing our authentic selves. Here's to you, dear readers, and to the courage it takes to share our stories, even when they bear the marks of bittersweet memories.

Stay fierce, stay fabulous, and keep embracing the beautiful chaos that is your journey. Love is a wild adventure, and I'm here cheering you on every step of the way!

XOXO, Bella

[incorrectborhapquotes]

I'm glad that you're back

Thank you dear !!!!! Well as you can tell I’m still kind of in the middle of chaotic personal life and responsibilities since I answered this like weeks late. But thank you so much 💜💜💜 and thanks for sticking around !

[sitp-recs]

The Trouble with Wanting by @waldorph

Harry/Draco (2021, Explicit, 60k)

Draco Malfoy is cleared of all charges; this is what happens next.

He rolled over and stared out the window at the trees of the park, the light of the city leaking through their boughs, before turning his attention to the storm on his arm finally calming. It was art, and beautiful, and nothing a Malfoy should have. Pure blooded heirs were meant to be pristine in all ways, virginal and unmarred and what had it gotten any of them? This was his, and he was free, and 18, and he had taken his own body back. He wasn’t anyone’s to offer up as penance, he never would be again. Whatever else, he was his own person.

I have @teacup-tai, who knows me so well, to thank for this incredible rec! Immediate post-war has remained one of my favorite tropes over the years - I lost count of how many times I screamed about Waiting by an Open Door, my go-to comfort read - and I’m really happy Tai sent this my way, another brilliant Draco POV crafted to attack me on personal levels because I’m that predictable. I’m amazed by the author’s - who I wasn’t familiar with before reading this - captivating narrative: immersive and witty while being very fun and sweet.

Draco’s voice is an absolute treat and his sense of humor seduced me right away. He’s earnest but posh, bratty but kind, alternating between moments of sharp wit, vulnerability, confusion and not-so-controlled pining. He feels very much like an 18yo kid who’s finally starting to live his life and making choices by himself for a change, good 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 him 👏🏻 I had a blast following his post-war routine: the hilarious and nuanced dynamics with the Silver Trio (Blaise my beloved has such an unique voice, different from what we usually see in fic which I found refreshing!), Draco’s casual affair and sexual experimentation with Theo, the happenstance (is it though 😌) of his meetings with Harry and the growing intense attraction between them. The slow burn is particularly satisfying and I’m also fascinated by two minor plot points: the first is Draco’s relationship with Simon - the parlour owner aka Drarry matchmaker - and the story behind their tattoos. It’s so interesting to think they somehow connect Draco and Harry while being 100% about their past, identity and interests. The other concept I really love is the long-term curse damage by Sectumsempra, what a fascinating idea! Love me some dramaH and body worship, please and thank.

This is definitely the fic for you if you’re looking for: oblivious Harry with no respect for personal space! Sentient murderer Grimmauld! Blaise’s relatable thirst for Weasleys! And my fave Ron & Draco brOTP 🙌 also the usual mutual pining and sexy UST with lots of touching and dancing around each other, we love to see it. Harry’s a force of nature, earnest, smooth and slightly unhinged, he’s openly crazy for Draco and really fun to read, a charming counterpart to Draco’s (attempted) composed self. A minor - but very important note: the smut is deliciously hot and self-indulgent, I’m here for feral Harry leaving Draco breathless with want oof, their first time is so so sexy but also endearingly light and fun (“So you’re essentially holding your dick hostage on a name” lmao the nerve!!!). For all their banter and sass this is a really sweet get together, full of joy and wonder, it made me really soft for them.

Beyond the top notch humor and romance, this story also explores organically Harry’s post-war struggles to find a place and purpose. I always appreciate it when Harry’s inner conflict with his Auror job is addressed and we get to see him finding another path to happiness, with Draco’s encouragement. This has become one of my favourite recent reads about the post-war, 18yo Drarry is not my usual brand but boy, they’re incredibly charming and this story made me laugh, tear up, and reflect back on my (long gone 🥲) late teen years. Lastly, don’t let the fic length scare you! This is a smooth and quick read, doesn’t feel like 60k at all. Happy Friday!

Read on AO3

[360iris]

Wanna Be Down (George Weasley x Reader x Fred Weasley)

Warnings: Pure smut! She/her pronouns for the reader! No funny business between the boys I promise! There’s bound to be some typo that I missed, sorry ‘bout that!

Word count: 1,628

Summary: There’s a birthday, a bunny costume and The Twins... What could go wrong?

A/N: This was originally meant to drop on their birthday, April 1st... I’m 28 days late for that but hey, better late than never! It’s been collecting dust for the entire time and I wanted to set it free. I hope someone enjoys it!

“You want me to- to wear a bunny outfit and have the two of you…” You faltered nervously, the words seemed foreign on your tongue.

“-fuck you in it.” Fred finished for you with a wide grin, as if this was the most in the ordinary activity to plan.

The twins wanted to sleep with you? This was the first you’d heard of it, that’s for sure. And though the thought sent waves of excitement through your body, the prospect was daunting.

You’d been friends since diapers, a meager six hours separating your births. And whether the bond that formed later was predetermined by fate, or by pure chance, it was wholly indestructible.

Through the years, the three of you operated perfectly insync. Remaining quite persistently glued at the hip; completing every task deemed worthy enough as an odd unit.

There was an unspoken rule that each of you would make sure that the others felt equally included in activities.

So why should taking your virginity be any different?

“We’ll be twenty in a few hours, Y/N. Don’t you want to kick off the new decade with a bang?” George asked, his face genuine and voice laced with just the right amount of sweetness. He always did know how to persuade you into going along with Fred’s crazy schemes.

“Quite literally in this instance.” Fred added cheekily and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“Both of you have had sex before though. Plenty of times in fact! You told me about it afterwards! In vivid detail at that! Why are you so worried about me now?” Your brows were furrowed, lips turned downwards in a pout.

Sitting criss-cross on your bed, you tugged one of the many pillows on your bed into your lap. Squeezing it tighter when you met their gazes again.

Fred had his hands tucked into his jean pockets, happy as ever. He acted as if it was only a matter of time before he’d get the answer he wanted.

George on the other hand, at least looked like he was having a conversation with you; and not like he was just waiting for you to realize you’d never actually said no to them before. His eyes were soft, assessing your demeanor before approaching your spot at the foot of the bed.

“You know you’re our favorite girl. Don’t you, Y/N?” He questioned and you suddenly felt smaller looking directly up at him. Ginger waves caressing his cheeks and pooling at his shoulders.

“I mean- I suppose.” You replied dumbly.

“Who do we always come back home to?” He asked again, his left hand lifting up from his side to comb through your hair. The pads of his fingers brushing against your cheek as they went.

“Me.” Your answer was hushed, though it was only the three of you in the flat. They’d closed the shop downstairs hours ago.

“And who trails after me as much as she can during the day, practically jumping into my lap the first opportunity she gets?” His voice was getting lower and his gaze remained fixed to you, you tried your best not to squirm.

“M- Me.”

“Lastly, whose the babygirl that slips into my bed at three in the morning because she stays up too late and gets scared?” He was teasing you now, you knew it, but still gave him a reply.

“Me, George.” Both of his hands were cupping your face now, fingertips laced in your hair, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

“So when I ask my favorite girl to put on the outfit I picked out for her, so I can make her feel good on her birthday, what do you think I want to hear back?” A single brow arched as he waited for your answer, ignoring Fred’s quiet “I helped choose it too, y’know.”

Wrapping your fingers around his wrists, you thought about all the times he and Fred had slept with other girls. How deep down you’d wished they’d looked at you the same way.

He allowed you to remove one of his hands, a dark smirk splitting across his face when you’d slowly brought it between your legs. Only coming to a stop when he was cupping your heat.

“I think- I think I’ve been holding out for you.” It was no higher than a whisper, but it’d been the truth nonetheless. He smiled wider at this confession, leaning in and pressing a light kiss on your forehead.

“All the more reason not to disappoint.” He responded, you faintly registered rustling from behind him.

“Y/N, dear?” Fred called.

“Hm?”

“Time to put the outfit on.”

It’d been relatively easy to slip into the get-up. The bodysuit, wrist cuffs and neck piece fitting like a glove.

“When did you get my measurements?” You asked, looking down at yourself.

“Since when have we not had your measurements?” Fred laughed, pulling you onto the bed with him until your back was flush against his chest. Your head comfortably leaning back on his left shoulder.

George following after you, settled for sitting up in front of you, his knees digging into the pink duvet.

“The ears are a nice touch.” He remarked with a pleased smirk. “Don’t you agree, Fred?”

“Absolutely. All white suits her.” He replied matter-a-factly, hands already roaming your torso. Ghosting over your exposed thighs, he hooked a finger under the bikini line of the bodysuit and let it snap back into place. Your hips jutted outwards at the impact.

“Want to hear you ask for it, Y/N.” George was palming your calves, making you feel small again.

“What do you want me to say?” Your brows furrowed curiously at the request, breath hitching when he utilized his grip to pull you further down Fred’s chest. Your ankles eventually hooking against George’s shoulders.

“Want him to play with your little cunt, don’t you baby?” Fred asked from above you, heat rushing to your face at his words.

“Y- Yeah.”

“Then ask, darling.” He grinned at your eyes widening as you met his gaze upside down.

Turning your attention back to George, you absentmindedly bit at the end your thumb nervously. Sure you’d used curse words like anyone else in the world, but the thought of actually asking the twins to fuck you was on a level you’d never thought you’d reach.

“Georgie?” You tried carefully.

“What is it, baby?” He replied softly, a smile playing on his lips, patiently waiting.

“Want- Want you to make me feel good.”

“How?” He prompted, delighting in your fidgeting. Fred however wasn’t feeling as patient, sending a soft smack to your inner thigh.

“Don’t have all day, bunny.” He chided, slowly massaging the site.

“Want your cock, Georgie.” You finally relented, wanting nothing more than to hide your face in your hands, but you feared being spanked again by Fred. 

George rewarded you with a kiss, palming your clit through the material. He swallowed up every whimper that escaped your lips, only answering by expertly thumbing the area faster. 

“Let’s see how wet you are, bun.” Fred whispered, pulling the bodysuit aside to reveal your heat. Running a finger through your folds, he promptly brought it to your mouth. Smirking widely when you began meekly sucking at the digit.

“I’m gonna get you ready, okay sweetheart?” George asked, mouthing at your neck. He didn’t move until you garbled something close to “okay” through Fred’s fingers sadistically pressing down your throat.

Armed with plenty of lube, the first finger sliding into you felt like nothing. By the third, he resorted to distracting you by rubbing your bud to ease the initial stretch. Although nothing could have prepared you for how uncomfortable taking his tip was.

It was a slow process, full of the boys tenderly guiding you to breathe deeply and relax your muscles. With the abundance of their attention focused on outweighing the discomfort with pleasure, eventually the mild pain began to blur around the edges. 

The level of satisfaction that rolled over you when you’d finally reached the hilt was like no other. 

“Good girl.” Fred purred into your hair as George wiped away a stray tear from the corner of your eye. “Took it like a champ, didn’t she, Georgie boy?”

“Sure did, Fred. Squeezing me so nicely too.” He replied smiling proudly.

“Full- So full.” You whimpered blearily, not sure which boy you were grasping for. Each accepted one of your wandering hands, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl. How about you let me make you feel good now, hm?” George’s voice was gruff as he patiently waited for you to nod back in response.

Soon the discomfort had melted away, leaving only the easy slide of George’s length and the gratification of being engulfed between the loves of your life. 

You promptly got lost in the jumble of mouths, hands and pleasure. 

“Gonna come for us, love?” George asked, holding your hips done to focus his thrusts. 

“Can I- Can I, please? Please let me come!” You whined desperately, unable to distinguish whose hands belonged to who.

“Go ahead, bunny.” George answered and it was all you needed to hear. Your visioned blurred as your toes curled, the only thing you could register was that he was fucking you through it. Fred’s fingers circling your clit didn’t let up until you were pathetically trying to pull at his wrist.

A weak mewl fell from your lips as George pulled out of you spent. Simpering under his praises, you closed your eyes. 

The sudden smack against your face was sobering, leaving you blurrily blinking up at Fred’s eager grin.

“I hope you didn’t think you were off the clock, bun.”

[knickynoo]

While I was gathering the High School USA gifs, I couldn't help imagining scenarios where Marty, APK, and JJ are all interacting with each other. Idk if it would be a case of "identical strangers" or alternate timeline versions, but it would be fun. Especially with Marty and JJ! The many similarities and slight contrasts between them could make for some interesting stuff. In particular...

The fact that both of them don't exactly have happy home lives (at least not original timeline Marty). George and Lorraine, while physically present in Marty's life, aren't emotionally there and have their respective issues going on. Meanwhile, JJ's parents aren't physically or emotionally there. His character is alone in an empty house most of the time (I can't remember why--I think his parents travel a lot?), and they dont seem to really care much about him, so he's kind of raising himself without any real parental support system. [EDIT: I went back to check. JJ's father is always traveling, and JJ never knows when he's coming home. He hasn't seen his mother since he was 2 years old.]

They both have nerdy, science-loving best friends! Marty has Doc, obviously, and JJ has Otto, whose main storyline involves his quest to build this huge robot that mostly just ends up walking around and destroying things; it's great.

↑ Otto, in his very first scene meant to clearly convey, "Hey, this guy is a nerd." Look at all that sciencey stuff. He even has a framed picture of Albert Einstein!

Speaking of nerds, JJ is also one. Except, he's not the smart kind; he's the "outcast, class-clown" kind. JJ is just not considered cool by his peers, especially since his social circle mainly consists of other outcasts and "weirdos." Now, I don't think Marty is quite that ostracized by his own peers--he does dress cool, has a band, and skateboards--but I've never pictured Marty as being part of the in-crowd. His personality (sweet, sensitive, low self-esteem, etc) and the fact that his best friend is a widely disliked/rumored to be dangerous and crazy scientist probably puts Marty more on the fringes of most social groups rather than in any popular crowds. This is another thing they'd be able to relate to each other on.

Also! Perhaps my favorite thing would be just...sticking them in a room and watching them attempt to converse or attend to anything for longer than 5 seconds because. JJ is every bit as adhd as Marty is. Like. JJ is all over the place. He's late for school all the time like Marty is and basically lives in the principal's office because he's time-blind and scattered and always goofing off. One of my favorite scenes (and what spurred this whole concept) is where JJ has been sent to the office because he's in trouble again, and through the whole scene, JJ is just touching everything on the principal's desk as he talks. So as he keeps reaching for things, the principal keeps having to grab them back and move them to a place JJ can't get to until there's nothing left on the desk. And the whole scene is played like they do this every single time and the principal is so tired of it. [I think I'll gif this scene hmm]. Anyway! It got me thinking, "Wouldn't it be fun to stick these two in a situation together and watch them literally not be able to stay still or remain on a singular topic for more than 2 seconds."

Now, for a slight contrast: JJ loves Hawaiian shirts. Aside from the very last scene of the movie, where he wears a tuxedo, he's in Hawaiian shirts for the entire film. Not Marty's taste, clothing-wise, BUT! He does happen to have Doc, who is also a Hawaiian shirt aficionado. They can bond over that.

Additionally, a thing I find hilarious: the Crispin Glover Factor. I've neglected Alex P. Keaton in the scenario thus far, but this is a spot where I'd love to throw him into the mix since Crispin is in BTTF, Family Ties, and High School USA. And I just can't get over an imagined scene where, not only are JJ, Alex, and Marty weirded out by their own identical faces, but they realize they also all have this Other Person in their lives who shares the strange predicament. Like, maybe one of them has a picture or something and Marty's like, "Hey, that's my dad when he was younger" and Alex goes, "Um, no, that's my friend Doug," and JJ is all, "?? What? That's my buddy Archie." And it leaves them all so confused because, as far as they can tell, they don't have any other look-alikes that they share in their lives. It's just themselves and for some reason Crispin Glover. Weird.

So, yeah, thanks for coming to my rambling, everyone.