#live laugh llama

[chronicallyawkward]

I can’t be happy so I will just be horribly awkward and unnerving instead

[peskyvinot]

This Clip. is so hermitcraft

they are in the middle of a field next to the "entrance" to tangos game (rhey placed some random blocks and a scar head next to a hole in the ground)

gem just played the "don't put that in my mouth" horn thus making tango face palm&laugh. scar mentioning star wars. etho trying to do smth in his ender chest silently while being spat on by Llama every 2 seconds. gem hyperactively jumping around while being sassy. pearl is building a 3 by 3 dirt prison for scar (because he used one (1) postal shulker) for him to live in for tge next 20 years. scar flying into it Without a command (pearl didn't announce it was for scar. he just crawled into it as an instinct.)

all while tango is silently watching over them, smiling

[evilminji]

I woke up to this thought? And it made me smile~

Wrong way Au?

It's EASY to fly from point A to point B. Linear. Just on long, no traffic, straight line. And if you get lost? Go higher! There you are! But "normal" reporter families with Totally Human genetics can't exactly DO that.

Plus? It's part of the whole Americana thing!

Childhood.

Gotta do a road trip, see weird road side attractions, camp and hike a bit. Go somewhere other then the farm for once. Soooo~ everyone into the car! Yes, you too, Kon.

And don't look at Lois, kids. She hates this idea as much as you do. But it's for Dad. So we're doing it. Get in the car. Some times loving people means "suuuure, honey! I TOTALLY want to sit in an uncomfortable car for hours for your nostalgic dream trip!", so get comfy.

Problem is? He either can't navigate for SHIT (unlikely) or this patch of nowhere? Possibly haunted? Cursed? Fuckey. Very, very Reality Fuckey. Far more likely, honestly. They THINK that was the a same barn the passed four times now... but it looks... wrong? Off. Worse each time, in ways that are hard to place.

Where the FUCK are they Clark?

According to the GPS?

Here.

(You are Here. You are Here. You are He-)

Oh, THAT'S not cursed! She fucking KNEW they shouldn't have left the city. FUCK the countryside. She likes ONE(1) small town and it's where her in-laws live, THANK YOU VERY MUCH! If they die, she swear to GOD-!!!

Then Jon points to colorful tents up the road. A mix of the kind you buy at big box stores and Ren fairs. Balloons. What the fuuuuuck? "Fenton Family Reunion"?

Was... was that THERE a second ago?

Clark's very deliberate Not Too Tight Grip Of Panic ™ on the steering wheel? Confirms that No Honey, it was not. Kon points out? That eventually they ARE going to run out of gas. They should stop.

Words can not express how little the Kents want to do that. They have KIDS to protect. This feels "magical fuckery" to them. AKA? One of the few things Kryptonians very much CAN NOT handle.

And luck getting ahold of anybody back there kids? No? Emergency lines too?

Fuck ™.

Okay! Guess we're stopping! Stay behind us.

They park.

There are campers and trucks, modified tanks and trackers. A few horses grazing side by side with an honest to God moose and two mules. A Llama. Someone's anchored a dirigible. A boat with spindly chicken footed legs, like it's the house of baba yaga's sea faring love child. The name Fenton is slapped on everything. Peoples faces.

Grinning.

Everything grinning.

As they get closer, the racket gets louder. Crashes and smashes. Roaring laughter. Explosions. The screech of metal failing and the whine of energy overclocked. Fatty meats cooking. Spices from around the globe. Radios and instruments, at least one of which violently cuts off in a smash.

They pass an almost violently balloon choked arch, into chaos.

Grinning giants, everywhere. Every color, every shade, every race imaginable. The spectrum of humanity laid bare. Made large. Grinning, Grinning, Grinning. Crashing into each other, against, through. Smashing and laughing, as everything breaks around them. Titans.

Darting underfoot, children. Fast with wild eyes. Mad grins and fae laughs. Wives and husband's, partners and friends, dancing in and out of the chaos. Just as destructive. Perhaps MORE so. Grabbing meals from grills, laughing and joking, tossing children into the fray, all as they effortless hold conversations of their own.

Like a Dionysian revelry, all madness and joy.

Then they are noticed.

"Cousin!"

One of them booms. Locking eyes on Clark. He doesn't even have time to move, doesn't realize until too late, in all the chaos, that the man meant HIM. A running start is followed by a brutal, full body, flying tackle. Clark is taken skidding to the ground and into a headlock.

"LETS WRASTLE~!!"

He watches in helpless confusion as, with high-pitched war cries, a pair of twins jump Jon. They are wearing war paint. Krypto already taken out by a glowing green dog, now confused and wrestling off to the side. Lois has whipped out her tazer. Kon between her and who ever comes next.

By the time he wrestle his "cousin" off of him, he's lost sight of them both.

Dives into the fray.

Magic be damned, that's his FAMILY!

It... It's the most fun he's had in years. That any of them have. He finds Lois in a breathless, screaming, debate/fistfight with her new best friend. Samantha "call me Sam Or ELSE" Manson-Fouley-Fenton. Kon is in the mud pit, wrestling other teenagers in some sort of battle Royale. Jon? Has become king of the ferals. The other parents are impressed.

His years of Damian wrangling finally paying dividends, apparently.

By the time Clark FINALLY tracks down Krypto, there is already crowd and it apparently six heel turns deep into the WWE Grand Saga of the Fenton Pet's League. Krypto, what the hell. No. No you may NOT "form one last alliance against my sworn wrestling enemy, to prove the true meaning of Christmas!" It's the middle of SUMMER!

Clark... Clark is so tired.

He's also a Fenton now. Yes, he KNOWS that's not how anything works. YOU try explaining that! He's on the call list and card list. It's like the Addams family out here! They just... just DECIDED him and his family were related! They've apparently DONE THAT BEFORE!

They leave with directions, fudge, more leftovers then anyone could possibly eat, and a massive new extended family. One that honestly? The Justice League SHOULD have known about. The sheer destructive chaos they get up too? EVERYONE should be aware of them. It seems impossible NOT to be! But? According to THEM, it's a "family thing". Reality tries to ignore them for "it's own sanity"? What???

So yeah.... no more road trips.

How was YOUR weekend?

@hdgnj @legitimatesatanspawn @nerdpoe @the-witchhunter @lolottes @babbling-babull @dcxdpdabbles @hypewinter @mutable-manifestation

[mountaesan]

a wild goose chase ; h. taesan

pairing. loser frat boy!taesan x fem!reader ( ft. frat brothers!sungho & leehan ) genre. slice of life , angst if you squint , strangers to lovers , university au synopsis. taesan isn't one to usually to go on a wild goose chase , but his world is turned upside down after one conversation with you word count. 3.8k warnings. alcohol consumption , taesan fumbles a baddie ( you ) , reader wears makeup in one scene , taesan is horrendously down bad playlist. her by block b , phone number by jinusean ( screamed when they collabed w jinusean . . . i lich rally grew up with this song so it was so surreal for me LMAO ) notes. this is the first and last time i will ever write solely in a member’s pov. i struggled way too much man

Since his first day of being a pledge, Taesan’s been in a strange limbo, teetering between a thin edge of savoring the pulse of life that could only exist in a too-crowded, too busy frat party, and loathing the sweaty chaos of beer-stained floors.

Today felt like the latter.

He bit back a curse when he felt the cold splatter of cheap beer spilling onto his shoes. Yup, definitely the latter. 

The culprit, a half-drunk freshman he recognized as a pledge from another frat, mumbled a short apology before scampering off to the bar. Taesan ran an exhausted hand through his hair, contemplating once again, his choice to join a fraternity, and pushed through the crowd to the entrance of the frat house.

“Hey, Woonhak,” Taesan clapped a hand on the shoulder of his Little, a freshman with bright eyes and a cheery smile.  “You’re off pledge duty. I got you.”

Woonhak glanced at the older brother with an excited glint in his eyes. “Really? Are you being serious?”

Taesan leaned against the doorframe, the cool night air brushing against his face as he took Woonhak’s place at the entrance. He had just enough view of the street to feel like he wasn’t entirely stuck in the chaos behind him. Taking the clipboard from Woonhak, he gave the younger boy a mock glare.

“Go, before I start assigning you something worse, like mop duty,” Taesan said with a smirk.

Woonhak saluted dramatically before disappearing into the house. Probably to find the rest of the pledges and bask in his temporary freedom.

Taesan sighed, flipping the clipboard to glance at the guest list for all of two seconds before setting it on a nearby ledge. Who cared if they were invited or not? As long as they weren’t carrying anything sketchy, it wasn’t his problem.

The first group approached, a trio of giggling girls holding red Solo cups. Taesan raised a skeptical brow, clearly noticing the alcohol already in hand, but he didn’t bother questioning where it came from.

“You’re good. Go on in,” he said, waving them through without hesitation.

They gave him a quick thanks and hurried inside, their laughter trailing behind them. Another group shuffled up next, this time a pair of guys who looked like they’d eat guys like Taesan for breakfast. One of them squinted at him, as if sizing him up.

“Do we need to, like, sign in or something?” the guy asked.

Taesan stared at him blankly. “Nope. Enjoy.”

And so it went. Taesan let a steady stream of people through, his “screening process” consisting mostly of quick glances and half-hearted waves. He let his mind wander, relishing the cool breeze and the occasional quiet moments when no one approached.

Half an hour passed. Maybe more. He wasn’t keeping track.

“You’re really just letting everyone in, huh?”

The voice startled Taesan out of his thoughts. Turning, he saw a familiar face–Sungho, a senior who lived for frat events but somehow managed to stay above the chaos. He stood with his arms crossed, an amused smile playing on his lips.

Taesan shrugged, his usual deadpan expression intact. “What do you want me to do? Start a full-body security pat down?”

Sungho laughed. “Nah, but you could at least pretend to care. Who knows, maybe someone will bring a llama into the house or something.”

“A llama would probably be the highlight of the night,” Taesan shot back.

Sungho rolled his eyes but stayed beside him, leaning against the frame. “You hate this, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.” 

They stood in silence for a moment, watching another group wander up the driveway. Sungho nudged him.

“Come on, at least ask if they’re on the list this time,” he teased.

Taesan groaned but picked up the clipboard. He glanced down at the list for show and when the group reached him, he asked, “Names?”

The group rattled off something incomprehensible over the thumping bass from inside. Taesan nodded as if he cared, waved them through, and dropped the clipboard again.

“Wow. Stellar effort,” Sungho deadpanned.

“Thanks. I try,” Taesan replied, monotone. 

“Well, I’m going to bounce. Do your job properly, dude.” With a final pat on his shoulder, Sungho’s footsteps retreated as he disappeared back into the house. 

The familiar weight of resignation settled over Taesan again as the door swung shut behind him. With a sigh, he slumped further into his position, resting his back against the doorframe as he half-heartedly pretended to check people off the list, all while counting down the minutes until he could leave.

He didn’t even look up when another group approached, letting them through with a lazy wave. He was honestly getting close to abandoning his post altogether. He’d never been assigned this duty in the first place, and he sure as hell didn’t care enough to do it right. 

But then again, if he left, Woonhak would catch flak for it, and Taesan wasn’t about to make his Little’s life harder. Besides, he had no interest in receiving a demerit for a job that wasn’t even his in the first place. No way he’d risk that.

So, he stuck it out, like some reluctant sentinel standing at the gates of a frat party he hated. 

One thing to clarify though, Taesan doesn’t hate his frat. He joined for a reason. Sure, it had taken some convincing from Leehan, but Taesan wanted to belong. He wanted to be part of something bigger. He enjoyed the parties, the camaraderie with his brothers, the sense of pride that came with being part of a long-standing tradition. 

But on days like today, when the music felt too loud, the bodies too close, and the heat in the house too overwhelming, he didn’t exactly feel connected to it. Some days, it was just too much. But that didn’t mean he was going to bail entirely. 

He was still there. 

Taesan’s thoughts drifted again, only for a soft tap on his shoulder to yank him back into the present.

“Okay, okay, I’ll do those full-body pat downs since you want them so bad. Wanna be my first?” Taesan said without thinking, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he turned around, fully expecting Sungho to reprimand him for doing his job poorly again.

But when he turned, his words caught in his throat.

It wasn’t Sungho with his broad shoulders, ready to scold him. It was a girl.

A pretty one, at that.

You were stunning, with sparkling eye makeup that caught the light like stars and a half-empty Solo cup clutched in your hand. Your smile was teasing, but there was something about your energy that made Taesan forget how to breathe for a second.

Your wide eyes met his, and his heart did something weird. A small, unfamiliar skip. He cleared his throat, trying to shake the feeling, but it didn’t go away. You were too pretty. Too close. And for some reason, everything about you made the party fade away, even the thumping bass of the music and the chaos inside the house.

He immediately regretted his sarcastic quip.

You blinked once. Twice. Then, with an easy smile, said, “So, you’re really going to give me a full-body pat down?”

Taesan swallowed hard, cursing inwardly at his own awkwardness. He’d never been good at talking to pretty girls, and you, with your sharp eyes and mischievous grin, were making him feel like a fool.

“Uh, no,” he replied quickly, his voice awkward. “I was just, uh, joking.”

You raised an eyebrow, still smiling. “Oh? Too bad. I could’ve used a full-body check,” you teased lightly, glancing down at his clipboard. “But seriously, I’m looking for someone. Have they come in yet?”

Taesan blinked, completely thrown off his game. “Who?”

“Her name’s Ji-an. She’s—”

Taesan felt a sharp pang of guilt when he realized that he had no idea who had come in, much less if someone named Ji-an had arrived. He cursed himself internally. Turns out his half-assed guest checking routine wasn’t exactly working in his favor. Maybe he should’ve listened to Sungho.

“I—uh—yeah, sorry. I have no idea,” Taesan stammered, suddenly feeling like an idiot.

Your smile faltered slightly, but you didn’t seem upset. Instead, you shrugged. “It’s fine. I figured I’d ask anyway. I’ll just look inside.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I wasn’t any help. I didn’t really—uh—” he trailed off, feeling even more awkward.

But you didn’t seem to mind. You tilted your head slightly, your smile returning. “You know, I have to say, the ‘full-body-pat-down’ idea has some potential. Maybe you should do that for everyone. Could be your new thing.”

Taesan blinked. “My new thing? As in, like, a career move?”

You laughed, and Taesan found himself smiling despite himself. “Sure, why not?”

The two of you bantered for a few more minutes and the tension in Taesan’s chest loosened with each passing second. He wasn’t the smoothest guy, but for some reason, it didn’t feel like he was completely messing up with you.

After a while, you gave him a friendly wave with a warm smile. “Well, thanks for the pat-down offer,” you said. “I have to go find my friend now.”

Taesan opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he couldn’t find the words. He should’ve offered to help, or at least asked for your name so he could tell you if he saw Ji-an. But he didn’t.

After you disappeared into the house, Taesan cursed himself, kicking the ground in frustration. “Idiot,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face.

Quickly racking his brain for any ideas, he spotted a nearby pledge as his eyes darted around in a frantic attempt to regain some sense of control over the situation. He grabbed the pledge by the shoulder, his voice sharp.

“Hey, find Woonhak,” Taesan instructed quickly. “Tell him to come back to the door so I can go inside. I gotta—uh, I gotta take care of something.”

Before the pledge could respond, Taesan was already darting into the house. He couldn’t waste another second. He had no idea where you had gone, but he couldn’t just let you slip away without at least trying. He pushed through the partygoers, the bass of the music vibrating in his chest as he made his way deeper into the house, hoping to spot you again.

But no matter how many people he bumped into, no matter how many faces he searched, you were nowhere to be seen. The house was a blur of bodies, the dance floor packed, conversations overlapping with laughter and the clink of bottles.

“Where the hell did she go?” Taesan muttered under his breath, frustration beginning to boil in his chest. He stood still for a moment, trying to focus, to catch his breath, but it didn’t help. You had disappeared into the crowd. 

By the time he reached the bar area, Taesan’s determination had wavered, and he felt more ridiculous than ever. The bartender, someone he recognized from his BIO 265, gave him a nod as he slid onto a barstool. He needed something to take the edge off.

“Three shots of tequila,” Taesan said with a tired smile.

The bartender raised a brow but didn’t ask any questions. A few moments later, three glasses were set in front of him. Taesan didn’t hesitate. One after the other, he threw them back, the warmth and burn of the alcohol cutting through the mess of thoughts clouding his mind.

The shots hit him fast, the tipsy feeling spreading through his chest and head. The nervous energy he had been carrying around since the moment you walked up to him seemed to dissipate. He felt lighter, like the heavy weight of self-doubt was slowly lifting.

“Alright, alright, now we’re talking,” Leehan said as he slid into the empty spot next to him, a grin spreading across his face. “What’s going on, dude? You look like someone punched you in the gut for the past hour.”

Taesan slouched against the bar, his fingers tapping in time with the music. A small smile formed on his face despite himself.

“I… I messed up, dude,” Taesan started, his words slightly slurring, but not enough to lose coherence. “I talked to this girl, but I—ugh, I don’t even know why I said the stuff I did. I don’t know what came over me. She was cute, man. Like, really cute.”

“Alright, spill,” Leehan said, nudging him. “Give me all the deets. Maybe I can find this chick for you.”

Taesan huffed, running a hand through his hair. “She came up to me while I was covering my Little for door duty. She asked if someone was here, but because I’m so amazing and perfect at my job, I had no clue. We talked a little and then she…  walked off.”

Leehan grinned, his curiosity piqued. “What’d she look like?”

“She was… pretty,” Taesan said, gesturing vaguely. “Like, really pretty. Sparkly eyes, Solo cup, electrifying smile. She was—ugh, I don’t know how to explain it.”

Leehan’s grin widened as he leaned back against the bar. “Sparkly eyes and an electrifying smile? What are you, a poet? Goddamn, someone’s got it bad. Did you at least get her name?”

Taesan groaned, burying his face in his hands. “No. She was looking for her friend, Ji-an. That’s all I know.”

Leehan let out a low whistle. “Man, you really blew it. But hey, this is a party. If she’s still here, we can find her.”

Taesan lifted his head, shooting his friend a skeptical look. “You’re not serious.”

“Dead serious.” Leehan clapped him on the shoulder, the force almost making Taesan lose his balance on the barstool. “You’ve been moping since you got here. Might as well do something about it. Come on, dude, let’s go.”

Taesan hesitated, the tequila in his system making his thoughts fuzzy. He wanted to protest, but deep down, he didn’t want to sit there all night replaying the interaction in his head. If there was even the slightest chance of finding you again, he couldn’t let it slip away.

“Fine,” he muttered, sliding off the stool. “But if this turns into some wild goose chase, it’s all your fault.”

Leehan laughed, already scanning the room like a man on a mission. “Relax, dude. I’ve got a good feeling about this. Let’s start with the dance floor. That’s where all the magic usually happens.”

The two of them weaved through the crowd, Taesan’s eyes darting from face to face in search of you. The party was in full swing with the music loud and the air thick with energy. People were dancing, laughing, and shouting over the loud bass, but Taesan couldn’t focus on any of it. His mind was consumed by the image of your teasing smile and the way your eyes had sparkled under the dim lights.

Ten minutes quickly turned into half an hour, and Taesan glanced over at Leehan dejectedly, who responded with a shake of his head from the other end of the room. They made their way to the center of the dance floor, meeting halfway with matching downcast looks. 

“Sorry, dude. Riwoo said he saw some girl dragging a drunk Ji-an out not too long ago. That might’ve been your girl.” Leehan clasped his hand on Taesan’s shoulder. “Forget about her, man. There’s plenty of other fish in the sea.”

Taesan shook his head. “You don’t get it. She’s not someone you could easily forget about overnight.”

“You’ll be saying otherwise when you’re shitfaced by the end of the night. C’mon.”

Taesan did not say otherwise at the end of the night, but he did have something else to say to Leehan when he woke up the next morning with a splitting headache and a hangover bad enough to curdle milk.

He groaned when his alarm blared loudly, shrill beeps drilling into his skull like a jackhammer. His hand shot out from beneath the blanket, swiping at the nightstand in a desperate attempt to silence it. On the fourth swing, his fingers finally managed to find the snooze button, and for a moment, blissful silence returned. 

But Taesan’s head continued to throb, each pulse serving as a cruel reminder of the series of events last night following his encounter with you.

“Leehan…” Taesan croaked, his voice rough and crackly. He barely managed to crack one eye open, but immediately shut it again when the daylight spilling through the blinds felt like knives stabbing into his brain. He groaned louder. “Leehan… you shit.”

“Nuh-uh. I’m off best friend duty,” came a muffled response from across the room. Leehan’s voice wasn’t any better than Taesans. “I don’t know a Leehan.”

Taesan tried to sit up—key word: tried. The room spun violently, and he immediately slumped back down as he clutched his temples. “Oh my God… I’m never letting you bartend ever again.”

Leehan gave no response, and Taesan became awfully suspicious that his best friend had fallen back asleep, at the luxury of no morning classes terrorizing his schedule. Lucky bastard.

Panic prickled at the edges of Taesan’s foggy brain. Morning class. He had morning class. And it was one of those unforgiving ones where attendance counted for more than 50% of his grade. Shit. He rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a graceless thud. The impact sent another wave of nausea crashing over him, and he mumbled out another frenzy of colorful, obscene words.

Taesan crawled to his feet, using the edge of his rickety, old dorm bed for support. He staggered to the closet, pulling out the first clean shirt he could find. It was inside out. He didn’t care. Pants? Found them on the floor. Socks? Mismatched, but at least they were clean (he checked).

He stumbled into the bathroom, squinting at his reflection. His hair was a bird’s nest, and his face looked like it had been dragged through a gravel pit. He splashed cold water on his face, hoping it would shock some life back into him. It didn’t.

“You look like you were visited by the grim reaper himself,” Leehan called from the warmth and safety of his bed. Taesan was brimming with jealousy.

“Feel so much worse,” he muttered, gripping the sink to steady himself. He grabbed his toothbrush. The minty toothpaste felt like ice against his teeth, and for a second, he thought he might actually cry. By some miracle, Taesan made it back to his room, tugging on the first sweater he could find, followed by his bag slinging over one shoulder. 

“If I die in class, tell my parents it’s all your fault,” he said, glaring weakly at Leehan.

Leehan saluted lazily from his bed. “Have fun, champ.”

Taesan didn’t dignify that with a response. He sprinted out the door, pushing down the urge to regurgitate everything he’s had to eat in the past 24 hours, and prayed to every deity he could think of that he’d make it to class in one piece. 

Somehow, he did.

Taesan stumbled into the lecture hall with barely a minute to spare. His hoodie was pulled so far over his head, it nearly covered his eyes. He slid into a seat at the very back, slouching low to make it himself as inconspicuous as possible. The professor’s voice droned on at the front of the room, but Taesan wasn’t listening. He couldn’t. His mind was elsewhere, rewinding to last night. To you.

He could still picture your bright smile, teasing and playful. The way your eyes sparkled under the dim lights, like they held secrets he’d spend a lifetime trying to uncover. You had been so easy to talk to, like you’d known each other for years instead of minutes. He replayed the sound of your laughter ringing in his ears, the warmth of your hand brushing against his, the way his heart had skipped a beat when you looked at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

The short, five minute memory served as a lifeline, pulling him through the fog of his hangover. He barely noticed the minutes ticking by, and before he knew it, the lecture was over. Students began filing out as the sound of their chatter filled the air, but Taesan stayed seated for a beat longer. He was reluctant to leave the sanctuary of his thoughts. Of you.

Finally, he heaved himself to his feet and trudged out of the lecture hall, his body heavy with exhaustion. Coffee. He needed coffee—something hot and strong to chase away the remnants of his misery.

But then he saw you.

You were across the quad, walking with your bag slung casually over one shoulder. The sunlight hit you just right, catching in your hair and illuminating your face. Your presence cut through the haze in Taesan’s mind like a beacon, and he froze, his heart thudding painfully in his chest. For a moment, he forgot all about his headache, his nausea, the dryness in his throat, even the fact that he could barely stand upright. 

All he could see was you. 

And you were walking away, towards the main building.

It was like the universe had thrown Taesan a lifeline. He bolted down four flights of stairs, his bag bouncing against his back as he burst out of the building. He sprinted across the quad, ignoring the confused stares of his classmates.

Taesan’s lungs burned, and his legs felt like jelly, but he pushed forward, desperate to catch up to you before you disappeared again.

“Wait!” he called, his voice cracking slightly.

You turned, eyebrows raised in surprise. He skidded to a stop in front you, panting heavily both from the exertion and the sheer adrenaline of seeing you up close again. For a second, he couldn’t find the words. His mind had turned blank, except for the thought that you were prettier than he remembered.

“Door guy?”

“That full body security pat down is still on the table, if you want.”

Taesan’s words hung in the air, and his eyes widened in horror as he realized what he’d just said. He had blurt out whatever words first came to mind, not realizing that he sounded like a complete weirdo in front of you. His face turned bright red, and he opened his mouth to backtrack, but then you laughed—a warm, genuine laugh that sent his heart into overdrive.

“Smooth,” you said, still smiling. “Real smooth, door guy.”

Taesan rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “The name’s Taesan. I… I meant to say hi. But, uh, hi.”

“Hi, Taesan,” you replied, your smile softening. “I’m [Name].”

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[leopardom]

hi hello hey, coming here once again with another q&a transcription in case you missed it or don't have a discord account

Official Discord server Q&A with Joker Out (11/5/25)

some disclaimers

questions are in bold and are all from discord

quotation marks are being used for all the the word-by-word answers

dialogues and banter between the band, reactions and some worth-mentioning moments are in italics

all of them were present except for Bojan who appeared towards the end of the q&a

this is going to be a long read

{slight malfunctioning for about 5 minutes because they couldn't hear anything and had to log in discord with Kris' account}

Q: Who played the piano in Sonce? Jure: joking that it was him, then says "it was Jan of course" K: "if you're very attentive you can hear his low rumbling... exhaling ans stuff like that"

Q: Three words to describe the vibes of the new music video? *joking about how it was gonna be five questions-one annouoncement but Jure turned it into a one question-one announcement* Jan: it's a bit punk that's more than 3 words and they all agree K: "this is the new Joker Out era, we're so punk. leave us alone mom!" Jan: "people were impressed by you having eyeshadow" K: "yes, it's eyeliner/eyeshadow. yeah it's definitely something we haven't done before" Jan: "that's because we're so punk now" *Jure mentions Italy* N: the mv was recorded in Trieste

Q: What do you value the most about your fanbase? K: dedication especially when it comes to travelling to other countries for the gigs and how everyone is full of energy etc and the consistency in streaming their music (the rest agree and they thank everyone for that)

Q: DId any of the songs from Souvenir Pop have a different name at first? K: Carpe Diem and Muzika Za Decu had a different tittle (editor's note: sorry i can't make out what they say because they all talk on top of each other), Mesto Duhov was Wembury Mews which was their adress in London, Lips was Je t'aime, Bluza was Muza and "Jan is cringing at that", Everybody's Waiting was first called Shine and then they wanted to name it The Ball but then "Steven, their Liverpoolian godfather suggested Everybody's Waiting". The rest of the songs had the same titles they do on the album

*Jan interrupts to say that Nace's mom has sent them a photo of a cake she baked and then they proceeded to upload it on the band's instagram stories after failing to send it on a discord channel*

Q: Favourite type of coffee? K + N: coffee with milk *Kris proceeds to explain that coffee with milk is not cappuccino but describes it like cappuccino without foam* Jure: same but with two spoons of sugar Jan: drinks his coffee black, like espresso lungo

Q: When new merch? K: new music video is coming out this month and along with it limited edition Souvenir Pop vinyls will be released. "Nace has heard the vinyls and says they sound even better than the cd" *confussion about the colour of the vinyls, they've forgotten what they are but they're apparently black or red*

Q: If you could have any wild animal as a pet, what would you have? N: a hawk or a badger K: a panda. His parents have a nice garden so he could keep it there and move it to a winter garden he means greenhouse but doesn't remember the word during the cold months Jan: a chameleon *Kris joking that a chameleon is "something to be as lost as you"* Jure: first thought of llama but it isn't a wild animal so he settled to an eagle Jan: "why did no one say a capybara???"

Q: If you could be any type of soup, what would you be? N: pho *Kris says Nace makes good pho, Jan says "pho sure"* K: Bojan would be mushroom soup Jan: ješprenj/ričet (props to @chaosofsmarty for mentioning it on joblr server) K: jota (sour cabbage soup) Jure: pea cream soup *they're laughing about the cream and peas combo and how it sounds*

Q: What's your favourite memory from making the album? N: writing and jamming in the living room K: when they first heard a recorded version of Bluza after having trouble with other songs, which made him feel relief Jan: the recording of Everybody's Waiting

Q: I'm going to Ljubljana this summer, what's some place I have to see? Jure: "Just rent a bike and go" K: apart from whatever google suggests, Metelkova, Špica park and Rožnik hill Jan: the area around Ljubljanica and Tivoli Jure: Ljubljana castle

Q: Will you ever release the Live from Stožice in CD form? all: no K: "maybe in 20 years if CDs become hyped again like vinyls are hyped now"

Q: What is your dream venue to play? -venues in Slovenia- K: Bežigrad stadium *proceeds to say how he grew up in that area and go to school opposite of the stadium and how the stadium is not in use for years now so it's unlikely to ever play there* N: Prešernov square in Ljubljana (the first concert he ever attended with his parents was there) -venues outside of Slovenia- K: Royal Albert Hall Jure: wants to play in Japan but doesn't have any venue in mind

*Kris rambles about everyone he knows seems to be visiting Tokyo this year - "Everytime I open Instagram somebody's posting a story from Tokyo, it's just like oh- don't you guys have jobs?"*

Q: How was the experience of recording the Stephanie mv? Jure: "the most fun to record probably" K: very chill, especially for him and Nace because music video recordings are draining for them two so this was a nice change

Q: Which Eurovision 2025 artist do you look forward the most to meet up with? K: they're not very familiar with the artists this year but will be watching the semis and the final this week N: probably Erika Vikman though they've met her already Jure: probably didn't pay much attention to the question because he mentions Dan D (slovenian band, will perform at Pivo in Cvetje fest like Joker Out will) K: Tommy Cash, "he seems like a person to have a fun night with"

Jan mentions that today is two years since their semi final and their advancing to the eurovision final. Kris says that on the 13th it's going to be the bands official 9th birthday and next year will be 10 years which is something they should comemorate. Jan jokes they should ask Nace's mom to bake them a cake for that and then Kris says it should be huge with "those sparkly thingies on the cake". They'd like for many people to be there so save the date because you may get an invitation to their birthday party next year

Q: When is the actual featuring with mrfy is going to happen? all: they don't know, ask Štras

*Jan suggests you go listen to the latest MRFY album, which they all love*

*they're wishing someone on the chat who just turned 19 a happy birthday*

Q: A lot of fans make and bring you stuff during/after concerts, but is there anything you wouldn't like to receive (apart from the obvious, like inappropriate or illegal things)? Or, alternatively, something you particularly like N to K: "would you like to receive the panda?" Jan: loves when they receive ananas lonkero Jure: "and candies from the airport" K: especially the sour candies in the blue packaging he means the sour TVmix

Q: Will the new tour have early entrance tickets? K: yes

*Kris reads the questions about the restock of Umazane Misli and Demoni vinyls. He says they'll think about it once they release the Souvenir Pop vinyl*

Q; Favourite thing about Barcelona? N: their friends there K: the weather

Q: Have your favorite games changed after the interview two years ago? Kris doesn't understand the question at first and Nace reminds him of the eurovision interview with Timur Miroshnychenko. However, they think it was about board games and not video games like the actual question was. Either way, they say that their favourite game is Uno

Q: Will there be a tour with places you've never been before, or do you think that concerts in places you've already been are more "established"? K: (about the upcoming tour) they'll play at a city they haven't played before. Organising a tour is difficult because it needs to be efficient and for the upcoming tour they've focused on places they've been before and like to revisit

Q: What's your favourite spanish dish? all: paella K: he also likes croquettes with jamón and chorizo

Q: What language is the Bojan x Käärijä collab going to be in? Jan: "probably in english?" all: maybe it includes all three langauges (english, finnish and slovene)

Q: Why did you remove the Bluza intro that was only heard live before the album release? K: "sometimes songs just take you in another direction" Jan: (with the theme he's playing at the end of the song) "it would be kind of weird to have two main themes" K: "the one that we kept definitely fits more in the chorus [...] it holistically makes more sense"

*Kris mentions the comments about Schlager*

Jan: "here comes Bojan! [...] Bojan just came"

*Bojan has lost his streak on duolingo and is barely aware that there's a discord q&a going on*

*apparently Bojan brought them coffee and cake and Kris and Nace start singing Espresso Macchiato*

TOUR ANNOUNCEMENT

18/11 - London

19/11 - Tilburg

20/11 - Amsterdam (for Het Grote Songfestivalfeest)

22/11 - Vienna

24/11 - Kraków

26/11 - Warsaw

27/11 - Vilnius

29/11 - Prague

important announcement coming on June 2nd

*honourable mention to this dialogue after this announcement:

B: do we give them another announcement? K: we've already given them every other announcement B: what other announcements? Jan: so the- the- B: about Mesto Duh- Jan: -the music video of the secret song and the vinyls...*

Q: If you could wake up in any movie, even an animated one, which movie would it be? B: Yu-Gi-Oh GX *everyone is laughing because he answered super fast* Jure: Simpsons *laughter continues because they're trying to answer with mouths full of cake* K: Star Wars or Lord Of The Rings N: The Hobbit Jan: Harry Potter - "they do magic and shit"

Q: Hello guys! Firstly, Happy Two Years of SSF! In the past two years you gained many new fans globally. You also faced unpredictable situations and some hardships. What are some of the most valuable lessons you've learned along the way that you'll bring with you as you head into this following year? B: "Do whatever you're doing in life with people you love also outside of what it is that you're doing together as a business, and in that way even the toughest days will be much easier to go through than usually. So I'm leaving the band." (editor's note: that was a joke don't worry) rest of them: they've learned nothing lol

Q: What’s the most random inside joke that’s lasted way too long in the band? *they're just laughing thinking of their inside jokes until they settle to one*

Q: What was your favourite subject in school? Jure: arts and crafts K: history or maths B: history and sociology Jan: maths and chemistry

Q: Whats your favourite italian brainrot? Jan: Špijuniro Golubiro and Bir Bir Patapim (Jure and Nace agree with him, Kris doesn't know what "italian brainrot" means)

Q: Which one do you prefer, Demoni or Dopamin? B: Demoni even though he really loves Dopamin live, especially "when the bass goes out and it's just aaaaah" Jan: "I love it but Nace is not playing bass" (editor's note: the way he says this sounds like he's making fun of Bojan)

Q: What did you enjoy about ireland when you were here? all: Guiness Jure: the apartment they stayed at *Nace agrees* Kris: Temple Bar

*Kris reads a comment about someone saying they'll bring a panda from China for him and has to explain to confused Bojan why that is*

*Kris reads a question about playing Omamljeno Telo in Finland which they read earlier too but just side tracked and forgot to answer. They don't answer the question anyway 💀*

Q: Tickets when? B: "For what???" K: more info about it from Monday on N: there will be a presale on openstage

Q: Anything you can say about the new music video? K: already said eyeliner and Trieste B: "and Mahmood - Soldi" (editor's note: should say Tuta Gold but at least he got Mahmood right)

Q: Will there be one setlist on the summer tour or will it change every gig? K: no idea B: maybe there will be changes sometimes depending on how they feel about the gigs as they approach

Q: Bojan, will you adopt me and my friend? B: "Of course"

Q: Favourite polish word? all: bober B: *speaks the only polish he probably knows*

Q: How many 5 year olds do you think you could fight? (they’re all coming at you at once and trying to take you down) B: wouldn't fight one Jure: thinks if you run fast you don't need to fight N: at least 15

*Bojan asks people to react to messages on the questions channel to see where everyone is from and who will "win". Bojan jokes they've put bets on which country has the most reactions. Jan mentions there are 25 seconds left until they'll stop counting and the dialogue below follows:

Jan: 25 seconds B: 25 Seconds to Mars K: Špijuniro Golubiro B: Is it 20 Seconds of Summer? N: 5 Seconds of Summer Jan: 10 seconds B: okay 20 seconds but could be 5 seconds to summer to mars wtf Bojan K: that makes 35 seconds B: 20 plus 5! 20 Seconds to Mars? Jan: 30 Seconds to Mars!!! B: oh! and I was at their concert...

Finland seems to have the most reactions even though most of them are doubles*

end

[azzifudd10]

Somewhere To Land

Chapter 13: Across The Hall

Saturday — 3:12 p.m.

Paige stood at her door, fidgeting with the strap of her duffel bag as she looked down at Drew. Her 10-year-old brother wore a neon green backpack, Pokémon Crocs, and a suspiciously serious expression for a child currently holding a juice box.

“You sure you’re not gonna embarrass me?” Paige teased.

Drew gave her a look. “You’re the one who plays basketball for a living. Pretty sure that’s already embarrassing.”

Paige snorted and ruffled his hair.

He shook her off with the intensity only a little brother could summon, then turned to look down the hallway.

“Which one is her apartment again?” he asked.

Paige blinked. “Who?”

“The vet lady you keep texting.”

Paige flushed. “Azzi.”

“Yeah. Her. I wanna meet her. And Eli.”

Paige sighed, unlocked her apartment, and nudged Drew inside with a grin. “You’re relentless.”

“You like her.”

Paige paused, keys still in her hand. “I never said that.”

Drew plopped his backpack down. “You didn’t have to.”

3:29 p.m. — Azzi’s Apartment

Azzi was mid-bottle prep when her phone buzzed.

Paige: Can we come over? I have someone I want you to meet.

Azzi glanced toward the nursery, where Eli was happily babbling to his stuffed llama, and then back at the message. Her stomach did a little flip.

She responded quickly.

Azzi: Door’s open. Come in.

Moments later, she heard the knock anyway. Of course Paige would still knock. Always respectful. Always soft around the edges when it came to her.

She opened the door to see Paige… and a boy.

Bright-eyed. Freckled. Sharp smile.

“Hey,” Paige said, already looking sheepish. “This is Drew. My brother. He’s staying the weekend.”

Drew gave her a chin-tilt that was far too confident for a child.

“Hi,” Azzi said, smiling as she stepped aside. “Come in.”

The second Drew spotted Eli, it was over.

He gasped. “He’s tiny!”

“He’s seven months,” Azzi replied, watching with amusement as Drew immediately crouched down by the playmat.

“He looks like he doesn’t pay rent,” Drew muttered.

Paige groaned. “He’s ten. He thinks he’s hilarious.”

Azzi laughed. “He kind of is.”

4:17 p.m. — Azzi’s Living Room

Azzi brought out apple slices and cheese for Drew, and Paige helped herself to one of the baby yogurt pouches like she was a toddler herself.

“You feeling better?” Azzi asked as she sat beside her on the floor.

Paige looked at her sideways. “Honestly? Yeah. I think sleeping in your bed healed me.”

Azzi gave her a look. “That was a one-time thing.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Paige whispered. “You miss my feet on your sheets.”

Azzi nearly choked on her water.

Drew looked up. “Are you guys dating?”

Azzi blinked. “No.”

Paige at the exact same time: “Not yet.”

Azzi gave her a look.

Paige just smiled and shrugged. “I’m feeling better, what can I say?”

5:03 p.m. — Hallway Between Apartments

After Drew begged for a tour of Paige’s apartment, the trio (plus Eli, now in Azzi’s arms) moved across the hall.

“You two really live across from each other?” Drew asked, eyes wide.

“It’s new,” Paige said.

Azzi looked over at her. “Very new.”

Drew grinned. “This is better than TV.”

7:20 p.m. — Paige’s Living Room

Paige had pizza on the table, Drew was covered in marinara, and Eli had eaten exactly three bites of his mashed carrots before passing out in Azzi’s arms.

“I like her,” Drew said suddenly, gesturing toward Azzi.

Azzi looked up, surprised. “Me?”

“Yeah. You’re cool. And you don’t talk to me like I’m five.”

Paige smiled from the kitchen. “Told you she was the best.”

Azzi’s cheeks warmed.

“You should come back tomorrow,” Drew said. “We’re going to the park.”

Paige raised an eyebrow. “We are?”

“We are now.”

Azzi grinned. “We’ll see.”

10:03 p.m. — Azzi’s Apartment

After walking back across the hall, Azzi set Eli gently into his crib. The baby stirred but didn’t wake.

She leaned against the doorway for a moment, her eyes lingering on the gentle rise and fall of his chest.

Then she heard a soft knock.

She padded quietly to the front door and cracked it open.

Paige stood there, in sweats and socks, holding a blanket.

“I forgot my hoodie on your couch,” she said.

Azzi blinked. “You came back for that?”

Paige leaned on the doorframe. “Maybe also to say thanks.”

Azzi’s heart softened.

“You’re welcome.”

They stood there for a moment. Quiet. Comfortable.

“Goodnight, Azzi,” Paige said softly.

“Goodnight, Paige.”

[nyarlathesleeper]

The Llamas With Hats Epilogue

So like any normal Jason Steele mega fan (I'm calling us The Steelers (Copyright be damned)), I was present for the Llamas With Hats Epilogue, a 20 minute append to the 11 year old series about a mad scientist llama with a particular skill for horrific contraptions involving human meat. He also wears a hat. I'm hardly the only one to have caught onto this story as an allegory for abusive relationships, and the epilogue continues this idea wonderfully.

Carl, having killed himself after his creations destroyed the entire world, finds himself in the afterlife. He's still haunted by the voice of his only friend, fellow llama Paul (also behatted). The epilogue is almost entirely focused on Carl and his coming to understand his greatest crime. Not the global genocide, or all the horrific torture he put countless people through with his many meat monsters, but hurting his llama boyfriend, the one person he actually cared about. Kinda.

Carl is a fascinating character, and the epilogue I think does a great job at outlining precisely what he is. The series finale is perfectly somber. No jokes, no laughs, just misery. That's the state of the world, and it's the state of Carl. But the epilogue does something to recontextualize the finale, in a way some may not like. The finale leaves the impression that Carl is well and truly miserable. This remains intact. But it also leaves you with the impression that he genuinely cared about and missed Paul. And while it's certainly possible that Carl came to genuinely miss Paul over the course of time between their last meeting and the finale, I think the epilogue does a much better job outlining Carl's exact relationship with Paul.

Carl, in his own words, is a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. Throughout the series, it's shown that he and Paul spend a lot of time together. Vacations, time at home, walks through the park, there does seem to be a functioning relationship there on some level. But in the series itself, all we see is a version of Carl that is well and truly a horrific monster. A monster who seems to primarily appreciate Paul because he's someone who puts up with Carl and his antics. Carl seems to have fun antagonizing Paul with his many monstrosities. When Paul finally leaves, Carl is desperate to get him back. The epilogue makes it clear that this isn't out of genuine love, it's just possessiveness.

Carl is stated very clearly to be beyond redemption. And though I'm typically of a forgiving mentality, I'm comfortable saying that a llama who makes meat dragons out of orphan baby hands for fun probably isn't someone who can be redeemed. Carl is very resistant to this idea at first. He thinks that Paul will forgive him if he just never does anything wrong again. And even after he dedicates himself to this idea, he can't help but enact violence on the first thing he sees. It takes remembering that Paul is dead, and that he was the one responsible for Carl to realize that he isn't healthy for Paul. That for them both to move on, that he needs to let go. For both their sakes.

Carl is probably the most deplorable character in Filmcow's catalogue. Not even Jenny with her Pizza Hut is that evil. But he's allowed peace. He's not punished forever, it's unlikely it'd even do anything if he was. He's just left to make what was probably the hardest decision he possibly could. He became the acorn. He let go. He gave himself up so that something else could live and be free.

You can't even really describe this as a selfless act, though. Paul is dead, he'll never know what Carl did. He'll never know, and he probably doesn't care. There's something beautiful about that. Carl making a sacrificial decision for nobody but himself. Even the most evil, irredeemable monster is capable and deserving of inner peace. The destruction of the world and death of every living thing didn't make Carl happy. Getting everything he ever wanted just made him miserable. Letting go is the only way for Carl, and abusive people like him, to ever achieve peace.

This all being said, the toxic llama yaoi does go crazy hard, 10 "CAAAAAAARRRLLLLLLLLL"s out of 10. Stay hydrated, eat your tube meat, and keep an eye out for phantom impostors. No, not like amogus.

[youngsadlesbian]

Tree and taylor babying (being v affectionate and cuddly) teenage taydaughter pls🙏🙏

CARING

pairing: taylor swift x daughter!reader

summary: you are lucky to have your mother and tree on difficult days to take care of you.

a/n: i'm in my mood for fluff things, so i hope you like it. and btw, thanks for the request <3

word count: 1k

warnings: fluff.

The roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium as you stood backstage, watching your mother perform yet another sold-out show on the Eras Tour. Taylor Swift — your mom — was, as usual, captivating the world. You were her proudest fan, snapping pictures and sending them to your best friend with captions like, "Just Mom doing Mom things, aka being an icon."

But tonight wasn’t like every other night. As you clapped along to Shake It Off, a dull, uncomfortable cramp gnawed at your abdomen. It wasn’t until the cramps sharpened during All Too Well  that the dreaded realization hit you: you were menstruating. And it wasn’t just any period—it was one of those periods.

The type where cramps felt like tiny jackhammers inside your body. You weren’t prepared. No supplies, no pain meds. You swallowed your discomfort, not wanting to make a scene or disrupt your mom’s big night.

You shuffled into the hotel suite after the show, doubled over slightly, hoping no one would notice. Taylor was still riding the high of her performance, all smiles and energy.

“How was it, sweetie? Pretty cool seeing your old lady nail that bridge live, huh?” she teased, dropping her stage persona and becoming just Mom.

“Yeah, it was amazing, as always,” you said, trying to muster enthusiasm while clutching your stomach discreetly.

Taylor’s eyes narrowed. “You okay? You’ve got that look. The same one you had when you tried to eat five slices of birthday cake last year.”

“I’m fine,” you lied, heading toward your room.

But Taylor wasn’t buying it. Neither was Tree Paine, your mom’s publicist and unofficial second mom, who had just walked into the suite. Tree, who had the observational skills of a hawk, caught your stiff walk immediately.

“She’s not fine,” Tree said, nudging Taylor. “Kid’s got a problem.”

“Excuse me,” you shot back, offended but secretly touched by the concern. “I’m fine.”

Taylor exchanged a knowing look with Tree. “Kid, spill it.”

You hesitated, but the discomfort was too much. “I… I think I just got my period. And it’s bad. Like, really bad.”

Taylor’s face morphed from rockstar cool to full-blown Mom Mode in seconds. “Oh, sweetie,” she said, pulling you into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’re Taylor Swift and you just did a three-hour show in heels. I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumbled into her shoulder.

“You’re never a bother. Ever,” she said firmly. “Tree, we’ve got a situation. Code Red. Literally.”

Tree nodded, already pulling out her phone. “On it. Heating pads, snacks, Midol. The works.”

Taylor had insisted that the day after the show would be dedicated to you. No interviews, no meetings, no rehearsals. It was a rare day off in the whirlwind that was the Eras Tour, and she planned to spend every second pampering her big baby.

You woke up to find a stack of supplies on your bedside table: heating pads, chocolates, and a glass of water. Taylor peeked her head into the room.

“You awake, kiddo?” she asked softly.

“Barely,” you groaned, clutching your stomach. “I feel like I’m being stabbed repeatedly.”

Taylor frowned, sitting on the edge of your bed and stroking your hair. “That bad, huh? Don’t worry, Mom’s got you.”

Tree entered the room with a bag of goodies. “Alright, troops,” she announced. “I’ve got herbal tea, a weighted blanket, and this fuzzy llama plushie. Because why not?”

You couldn’t help but laugh despite the pain. “A llama?”

“Llamas are soothing,” Tree said matter-of-factly, plopping the plushie onto your lap.

Taylor grinned. “See? You’ve got an entire dream team catering to you.”

The suite turned into a makeshift spa. Taylor had ordered every comfort food imaginable: mac and cheese, pizza, soup, and ice cream in flavors you didn’t even know existed. She let you pick the movies for the day, even sitting through a cringe-worthy rom-com without complaining.

As the credits rolled, Taylor stretched and turned to you. “You know, when I was your age, I used to get horrible cramps too. I’d lie on the floor with a heating pad and cry. Grandma Andrea would bring me chocolate chip cookies.”

“You cried?” you asked, surprised.

“Of course! Being a woman is tough. But you’re tougher,” she said, kissing your forehead. “And I’m here to make sure you never have to deal with it alone.”

Tree chimed in from the kitchen, where she was making another cup of tea. “If Taylor Swift had to go through it, you know it’s universal.”

You laughed. “Thanks, guys. Seriously. I didn’t expect to be babied this much.”

“That’s because you don’t ask for help enough,” Taylor said. “You’re so independent, but it’s okay to lean on people. Especially us.”

That night, as you curled up on the couch with Taylor and Tree, the tour felt a million miles away. Taylor pulled out her guitar and started strumming lazily.

“You know,” she said, looking at you, “I think this calls for a special song. A big baby ballad.”

“Oh no,” you groaned, laughing. “Please don’t.”

But Taylor ignored you, launching into a goofy, improvised song about heating pads and chocolate cravings. Even Tree joined in, banging a pot like a makeshift drum. The chaos filled the room with laughter, and for a moment, you forgot about the cramps entirely.

By the next day, you felt a little better, though still sore. Taylor hugged you tightly before heading to her next show. “Promise me you’ll call if you need anything. Even if it’s just to vent.”

“I promise,” you said. “Thanks, Mom.”

She smiled. “No thanks necessary. Taking care of you is my favorite thing in the world.”

As Taylor walked out the door, guitar slung over her shoulder, you realized how lucky you were to have her—not just as a mom, but as a person who always made you feel like you were her whole world.

And as Tree handed you one last fuzzy llama plushie “for the road,” you knew you’d treasure this memory forever.

[purplesimmer455]

Monday morning, Stephanie and Riley work together to make breakfast and the kids’ lunch before sending them off to school. Riley doesn’t have work til 3pm, so they hang out with Stephanie as she finishes part of her writing assignment before sending it off to the client to review. When she’s done, she stretches and walks over to her spouse. “I cannot believe I wrote about llamas and gnomes for so long. It’s all I can think of now,” she jokes. “Well, maybe I can distract you with something else.” Riley says with a grin, moving closer to Stephanie. “Oh? Like what?” She asks, caressing their cheek with her hand. “There’s a leaf pile a few feet away from our house, and it’s large and comfy looking and big enough for us both,” they murmur, and Stephanie nods, blushing a bit. “And almost everyone is at work or school, so there’s less chance of someone hearing us. Okay, let’s do it, Takamura.” She says, and Riley grins and almost rushes out the door as Stephanie laughs and follows behind them.

Edit: I love that Nancy and Haruo have school uniforms because they live in Mt. Komorebi, they look so cute and I like how the uniforms change sometimes. 🥰💛 also, Riley and Stephanie always get into such playful and flirty moods with each other, and there was a very conveniently placed leaf pile , so I though why not let them enjoy it while their kids are off at school? 😌

[treason-and-plot]

previous

Billy ‘Johnno’ Johnson is a retired Llamas player and now a sought-after motivational speaker. He tells Roy and Anya he’s catching a flight to Aurora Skies in ninety minutes to speak at a sports college's graduation ceremony. He’s also one of Roy’s first big success stories. “I got Johnno a 20 million, 5 year deal with the Llamas when he was fresh out of high school,” says Roy proudly to Anya, who nods and smiles. She vaguely recognises Johnno, and she can tell from the glances he attracts that a lot of other people seem to recognise him too.

“He spent weeks wooing me before I let him sign me, though,” says Johnno with a deep raspy laugh. “I really played hard to get, didn’t I?”

”Yeah, you bastard,” says Roy. He turns to Anya. “Sonia got two tickets to a sold out Lady Gaga concert through her Dad’s connections, and this arsehole here begged me to let him go with her because he was a huge fan. If he hadn’t let me sign him after that I would have made his life a living hell.”

“That was a great night,” says Johnno. “Sonia was a really good sport about it too. Even if I did make her deaf by screaming ‘GAGA!!!!’ in her ear all night like a teenage girl. Fuckin' love Sonia. Really sorry to hear you guys got divorced. Anyway, what are you drinking, champ?? What about you, Anna?”

Anya feels her smile sagging. “It’s Anya,“ she says. “And I’m fine, thanks.” She looks pointedly at Roy. “Shouldn’t we start making our way to the gate?” she asks.

He shrugs dismissively. “They’ll page us, babe,” he says. “Don’t stress. That plane isn’t leaving without us. C’mon, have another drink. Holiday mode, remember?”

One hour later….

“How was I supposed to know there’s no announcements in the VIP lounge?” says Roy. “Geez, babe. Fucking chill, would you? You're acting like I made us miss the flight deliberately. Besides, it’s not my fault there’s only one departures screen in the entire lounge and it happens to be located downstairs. I don’t even know how they expect people to make their flights on time with such limited information available. I think I’ll have to get Celine to make an official complaint. Never mind. They managed to find us seats on the next flight so no harm done. You wanna go back upstairs for another drink? I think you need one. Seriously.”

[squeakadeeks]

merry christmas my gift to you is telling a terrible tale since I think enough time has passed (ie over a decade) that i can tell you this without exploding.

when i was like 12 and starting out with art, i was so excited to open commissions just like a ✨real artist✨ and it being deviantart in the 2010's, within about a month i got someone asking for furry inflation fetish art. being a kid and having no sex ed, let alone the insanely specific sex ed that would be needed for me to understand what that is, i didnt flag it as inappropriate. I thought it would just be a "cool anatomy exercise like ✨real✨ artists do!" i was so ready and i took it on for 200 llamabucks or w/e the onsite currency was at the time. i did it, i drew it, whatever. well sure enough after posting it i quickly learned what furry inflation art actually was and i was mortified. being in like.....7th grade i was still terrified of sex and i was worried about my parents finding out so i took the entire sketchbook and buried it under my mattress. I lived in fear for months afterwards and felt like i deserved to be shot for falling for it and making something sinful.

the proceeding events happen in a confusing haze because my mother is an utterly puzzling woman so some suspension of disbelief is required but believe me when i say. i wish this was apocryphal. I dont know how or why, but some how some way my mom not only finds the sketchbook under my mattress, goes through the entire thing, finds the one singular offending sketch, then in a concerning mystery i will invest not a single iota of effort to solve due to the implications, immediately clocked that it was sexual fetish art. the one saving grace of a spherical wolf being niche enough that people wouldnt understand the dark deed i had done was out the window. She rips the page out, goes downstairs and parades it to the rest of the family like: "oh my god! look what ____ drew! lets all look at this! lets all look at this right now and laugh at it!" even with just this, i'm full on bursting into heavy hiccuping tears. as a kid this was the ultimate nightmare. you did something bad, you did something really bad, and your primary authority figure not only found it, but is now making sure everyone else you care about also knows the horrible shameful thing you did. except. there was something i couldnt have fathomed at the time that was about to get much, much worse.

my grandfather was dying of parkinson's at the time. when my mother took the sketch and displayed it to everyone like an auctioneer with a high ticket item, i ran out of the room sobbing so i never saw what happened to the blue inflated wolf with punk bangs. Well we all went to visit grandpa. we're all sitting around grandpa who used to be a famous local artist and was a big inspiration to me as a kid. and my mom goes "hey. ____ also wants to be an artist. Do you want to see what they drew?" and you'll never fucking guess what she pulls out of her pocket. hes barely able to turn and look over only to see that goddamn motherfucking wolf again. unlike before where i was crying so hard i couldn't breathe i remember being dead silent and stone still in shock. i dont think i blinked for 5 minutes but when i got up i threw up in the bathroom lol. I cant remember how but this time i did actually get the sketch back and i tore it to pieces and buried it in the yard. it haunted me for YEARS

but anyway now i have a memory of my mother showing my dying grandfather furry inflation art that i accidentally made when i was in middle school because i wanted a rainbow llama badge on deviantart.

[chronicallyawkward]

worst things about being a disney cast member

trying to act happy when ur sad (going to work the day i got dumped was hell)

STROLLERS UGH

getting screamed at for trying to keep people safe

strollers

influencers who live stream and film u without asking

strollers

almost passing out at work because i forgot to drink water in the summer

fricken strollers

dance moms and cheer moms

strollers

[hoonvrs]

LOOK AT ME — p. sunghoon

PROMPT [ req ]

PAIRING sunghoon x gnr

GENRE est. relationship, fluff

WARNINGS none

W. COUNT 0.5k

S. NOTE when will it be my turn <//3

everybody knew sunghoon was a jealous person, it was just who he was. so it wasn’t unusual when he started to act out when he thought the server at the restaurant was a little too friendly with you.

now if you asked sunghon why he was walking around your shared apartment sulking with a pout etched on his face, he’d say it's because you were too nice to the waiter. leaving you to now be given the silent treatment by your boyfriend because the ‘thank you’ you gave at the end of the night was too enthusiastic for his liking.

“are you really going to ignore me over something stupid?” you asked, watching him completely ignore your existence as he sat on the couch, “okay, fine.”

if he wanted to get prissy so be it. two can play this game.

as much as sunghoon was jealous, he was also clingy. no more than an hour into his temper tantrum he was quickly over it, walking towards your bedroom to look for you.

he finds you on the bed with your laptop perched open on your lap, “babe, want to watch a movie?”

his response was met with silence. your fingers continued to type without sparing him a glance, “babe?”

you close your laptop and stand up making sunghoon think you’d follow, hearing your footsteps behind him as he goes into the living room. it takes him a minute to process that he is in fact alone as he hears shuffling in the kitchen.

“are you bringing snacks?” he walked towards you, watching you finish drinking your water before placing the empty cup in the sink and walking past him into the bedroom again. he watched your retreating figure with confusion, following you like a lost puppy.

you were back in bed but on your phone this time. he stood at the end of the bed dumbfounded about how you were even able to ignore your very handsome, sexy, tall, funny boyfriend ( his words ).

“why are you ignoring me?” he whined, elongating the end of his words as he slowly crawled up beside you, “i should be the one ignoring you.”

sunghoon quickly shuts his mouth when he catches you sending him a glare before focusing your attention back on your phone. he huffed thinking of other ways he could get you to give him, settling on draping himself over you forcibly making you give him attention.

“look at me,” he could hear you groaning annoyed under him at his behaviour but that didn’t stop him, “i'm sorry. i was jealous and overreacted but now you’re overreacting and that’s my thing!” he pouted, trying to give you his best puppy eyes like jake taught him.

he could see your resolve slowly melt as you tried to fight back a smile, “you were overreacting.” you agreed, seeing his face light up when you finally spoke to him.

“i know but i’m over it now, i swear! just pay attention to me.”

“okay you big baby,” you laughed, letting him cuddle into you, “but do you promise not to do it again?”

he looked up at you like you were crazy, “you know you’re asking too much of me.”

“why did i even try.”

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[grumpyghostdoodles]

Howdy! I saw you were sharing facts about the Dreemurr kids in the Dadyrus AU, so I was wondering, do you have any Clover and Dreemurr kids facts to share? I'm really curious about their relationship with them seeing as they all seem close! That's all, I love your works and I hope you're doing well!

Howdy Roman! I always love seeing you come by and the tags that you give!! Im doing fine, thank you for asking, and sure, have some Clover+ Dreemurrs facts! The silly goobers:

Clover is nonbinary, but do sometimes identify as male, so they use they/them/he/him, and they are gay!

Clover is a year older than Asriel-Chara!...at least on their ID. It's a common topic of heated discussion between the older dreemurrs and clover (“WE WERE BORN IN THE 60/70’S, WERE OLDER” “SAY THAT TO MY ID, SEE!!! IT SAYS THAT IM A YEAR OLDER” “FUCK YOUR LYING ASS ID” “SAY THAT TO MY FACE”)

Clover loves hugging Asriel, he feels like a warm plushie. Asriel is more than used to have Clover+Sibilings+Cousin hanging off him like baby possums.

Clover is fucking terrified of Chara. They think they're the antichrist or smth.

Don't get me wrong, Chara and Clover are amazingly close friends, so chaotic together, Clover is Chara's only friend (“No, Chara, your siblings don't count”), and yet they still find Chara absolutely creepy.

They tried to see if they were some demon for a while (*Clover Puts cross on wall* *Chara, a previous cult escapee, makes a face at it* “You're religious, Clover?” “Oh, no…I found it in the shed and thought it might look cool” “Ugh, your choice in decor is trash” “Clover, internally: “That's what I thought you'd said, you Sam Hill”)

Chara approves of Clover and Asriel dating, don't worry. They like that Clover is so loyal and ready to defend if needed, and that they make his brother laugh.

Frisk adores Clover, they think it's very cool to see a real life cowboy!

Clover had 6 siblings. They…didn't get much attention from their parents. Or their siblings. The older kids resented having to look after the little ones, but didnt treat them bad. They were just very tired and sad. Clover could see that they were a burden.

Clover is used of taking care of themselves and doing some chores.

Clover can cook, and likes to make Asriel snacks! They wrote down each Dreemurr’s favorites so they wouldn't forget!

Asriel and Clover learned how to ride a bike together, neither knew how to before, and go on rides to have fun

Frisk reminds Clover of their younger siblings. Said younger siblings are now 10 years older than when they last saw them. 

Clover almost passed the fuck out bc they laughed at something that Asriel said when they were eating a sandwich, and started to choke, and Asriel had to do the heimlich maneuver while crying hysterically. 

Chara is responsible. Clover is responsible. Somehow, Responsible + Responsible = All thoughts are now cancelled, so Clover and Chara are super chaotic when left alone.

“Oh hi kids, what did you two do today” “*Clover+Chara: Holding a live llama by a leash, each with a shaved ice cone and a jester hat*: We bombed a dennys” “WHAT-”

The Dreemurrs and Clover dont go to the same school, Clover lives in the underground at the desert, where they rotate between Dad Starlo+Cerobas house and Mom Martlet's house. But it's still close in distance with the surface, so they all hang out constantly!

[nicnak20]

Wisdom teeth:

*Yn gets her wisdom teeth out and Nicholas cares for her.*

The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the warmth that usually radiated from Nicholas. He sat beside Yn in the plush waiting room chair, his dark brown hair catching the harsh fluorescent light as he shifted nervously. His brown eyes, usually pools of comforting reassurance, were now laced with apprehension. Yn was currently staring blankly at a fish tank, a vacant smile playing on her lips.

"Are you okay, my love?" Nicholas asked softly, reaching for her hand.

Yn turned, her smile widening. "The fishies are having a party! Did you bring the dip?"

Nicholas chuckled, relief washing over him. He'd been dreading this appointment. Wisdom teeth removal was never a picnic, and he knew Yn hated needles. He squeezed her hand gently. "I think the fishies have enough dip. Maybe we can get some ice cream after?"

Her eyes lit up. "Ice cream! With sprinkles? And gummy bears?"

"Anything your heart desires," Nicholas promised, his heart melting at her childlike enthusiasm.

A few moments later, a nurse called Yn's name, and Nicholas squeezed her hand once more, offering a reassuring smile. "You'll be great, sweetheart. I'll be right here when you wake up."

Yn, fueled by pre-op medication and perhaps a dash of nerves, simply giggled and skipped towards the back, leaving Nicholas in a state of amused bewilderment.

The next hour felt like an eternity. Nicholas paced, read tattered magazines, and even tried to solve a crossword puzzle, but his mind was solely focused on Yn. He imagined her in the dentist's chair, the whirring of the drill, the pressure, and winced in sympathy.

Finally, the nurse reappeared. "You can come back now. She's still a little groggy."

Nicholas followed the nurse down the hall, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Yn reclined in the dental chair, her cheeks flushed, and a comical bib still adorning her. Her eyes were open but unfocused.

"Hey, baby," Nicholas said softly, kneeling beside her chair. "How are you feeling?"

Yn blinked at him, then a slow smile spread across her face. "Nicholas! You're here! Did you see the squirrels? They're wearing tiny hats and tap dancing!"

Nicholas stifled a laugh. "No, I missed the squirrels. But I'm glad you're doing okay."

The dentist, Dr. Lee, approached with a sympathetic smile. "She's reacting to the anesthesia. It should wear off soon. Just keep an eye on her, make sure she gets plenty of rest, and follow the post-op instructions."

Nicholas nodded, taking the printed sheet of instructions from Dr. Lee. He knew the drill: soft foods, ice packs, pain meds. The usual.

Getting Yn home was an adventure in itself. She insisted on singing opera at the top of her lungs in the car, mistaking the dashboard for a stage. At one point, she even tried to conduct the traffic with her hand, much to the amusement of other drivers.

Once they were finally inside their apartment, Nicholas gently guided Yn to the couch. She immediately curled up in a ball, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Are you comfortable, my love?" Nicholas asked, tucking a blanket around her.

Yn opened one eye. "Nicholas? Are you a cloud?"

"Only when you need me to be," he replied, kissing her forehead.

He spent the next few hours catering to her every whim, which included copious amounts of ice cream (with sprinkles and gummy bears, of course), reruns of her favorite cartoon shows, and a surprisingly detailed explanation of the mating rituals of penguins.

At one point, while Nicholas was preparing a bowl of lukewarm mashed potatoes, Yn wandered into the kitchen, clutching a stuffed penguin.

"Nicholas," she said seriously, "Mr. Fluffypants here thinks we should adopt a llama."

Nicholas turned, trying to suppress a grin. "A llama? Where would we keep a llama, sweetheart?"

"In the living room! It can watch TV with us! And we can knit it sweaters!"

He knelt down, taking her hands. "Yn, as much as I love the idea of a llama in our living room, I think we should stick to Mr. Fluffypants for now. Okay?"

She pouted for a moment, then her face brightened. "Okay! But can we at least name our next car Larry the Llama?"

"Absolutely," Nicholas agreed readily. He'd agree to almost anything in her current state.

As the afternoon wore on, Yn's pronouncements became increasingly bizarre. She declared that squirrels were actually government spies, that she could speak fluent dolphin, and that she was secretly a time traveler from the year 3042.

Nicholas just listened patiently, nodding and offering the occasional affirmative response. He knew it was the anesthesia talking, that she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. But he also knew that these moments, however strange, were a unique expression of her personality, unfiltered and uninhibited.

Later, as the sun began to set, Yn finally started to drift into a more natural sleep. Nicholas sat beside her on the couch, stroking her hair and watching her peaceful face. He knew she would be sore and uncomfortable for the next few days, but he would be there for her, every step of the way.

He couldn't help but smile, remembering the events of the day. It had been chaotic, absurd, and utterly exhausting, but also incredibly endearing. He had seen a side of Yn he never knew existed, a side that was silly, imaginative, and completely unburdened by the constraints of reality.

As Yn stirred in her sleep, she mumbled something unintelligible. Nicholas leaned closer, trying to decipher her words.

"... love you… Nicholas…"

He smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "I love you too, my crazy, squirrel-obsessed, time-traveling penguin enthusiast," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

He knew that the next few days would be filled with ice packs, pain meds, and more than a few nonsensical ramblings. But he also knew that he wouldn't trade it for anything. Because even in her loopy, post-operative state, Yn was still the kind, sweet, loving woman he had fallen in love with. And he was endlessly devoted to her, in sickness and in health, in sanity and in…llama-induced madness.

He pulled the blanket tighter around her and settled in for the night, content to be her cloud, her audience, and her devoted protector, no matter how bizarre the circumstances.

He knew that tomorrow, she would be back to her normal self, a little embarrassed perhaps, but he would cherish the memory of this day, a reminder of the beautiful, quirky, and endlessly fascinating woman he was lucky enough to call his own. And maybe, just maybe, he'd even start researching llama sweaters. Just in case.

[jinnie-ret]

MY YOUTH | SKZ NINTH AU

stray kids x ninth member!reader (platonic)

<---------- back to my youth

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chapter 4

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Lou went straight back to her room after an incredibly filling meal. She did struggle to find her room at first, not quite remembering which one she exited from earlier in the morning, and none of the visions she had been having gave any hints away. But when she got weird looks from the other members about why she was looking in every room, she smartly used an excuse that would actually pass at the truth.

"What you doing Sunny?" Lee Know rose an eyebrow in curiosity at the girl who was looking through different rooms in the dorms.

"Hmmm? Oh... I'm trying to find Garfield, can't find it at the studio so it must be around here somewhere..." Lou miraculously thought up the excuse, twiddling her fingers as she made it look like that's definitely what she was looking for rather than her own room.

"You lost Garfield? Hmmm, don't worry, I'm sure we'll find him," Lee Know patted her head before heading off to his own room, which just so happened to be next door to Bea's.

Which brought her back to now, where she was staring at the ceiling wondering what to do with herself. The empty space in her mind seemed to be filled by another vision.

"Huh? What could this be?" a younger Hwang Hyunjin looked around the walls in his room, Lou hiding trying to muffle her giggles.

Hyunjin looked around at the bizarre and amateur drawings of weird, disproportionate animals drawn on post-it notes, stuck as some sort of mural by his bed.

Lou accidentally let out a laugh at his utterly confused expression.

"Yah, Sun, I can hear you..."

She emerged from her spot, no longer tucked away round the side of the wardrobe.

"Don't you like the drawings I did for you?" she giggled at his 'done' expression.

"I don't know what I'm looking at right now," Hyunjin dramatically deadpanned, before letting out a cackle, only triggering Lou further.

"Look this one is a ferret! It looks like you!" Lou laughed, pointing at his face and then the silly drawing, before running away from him as he chased her.

Some may say that Lou created Jiniret.

The girl blinked as she tuned back into her surroundings. She was happy it wasn't as much of a sad memory, and decided maybe it wouldn't be so bad to tease Hyunjin again. Wearing a mischievous smile on face, she rummaged around the chest of drawers in her room and was happy to find a stash of post-it notes and pens to use for her 'artwork'. Because of course, it would obviously be so much better than Hyunjin's gorgeous paintings. Well, she didn't know if he started painting yet, perhaps he sketched, she did remember seeing a pad of paper in the small vision she just had.

Tiptoeing into the room she remembers seeing herself run past, she quietly pushes down the handle and walks in, relieved that there was no one there yet. Sticking a pink post-it note on the wall, she popped of the lid of the pen and starting working her magic. Soon there was a couple drawings decorating the walls, ranging from Jiniret to Hyunjin pulling dramatic faces, and an artistic impression of him morphed with a llama.

She hoped he would appreciate the effort she put in.

Exiting out his room like nothing happened, she was caugh red handed by the guy himself.

"Lou... why were you in my room?" Hyunjin jumped at seeing her, not expecting her there as he put a hand over his heart, eyes wide.

"Oh... Can't find Garfield," Lou casually nodded and swiftly left the situation, joining the others sat in the living room. She plonked herself down on the sofa, next to Jeongin, giggling to herself.

"Oh no... she is laughing already," Jeongin announced to the room.

"What has our Flo done now?" Changbin questioned with a grin, causing Jisung to stand excitedly.

"Our Flo man! Our f-low! Flow so sick man!" Jisung hyped himself up with Changbin, bouncing in his spot and giving a proper handshake to his hyung.

"This always happens..." Seungmin sighs, pretending to look exhausted from the energy of his members. Or was he pretending...

"You'll find out in 3, 2, 1..." Lou smirked, rubbing her hands together.

"Lou. Ie. Sa!!!" Hyunjin yelled from his room, seeing the monstrosities of doodles that Lou had produced. He marched out of his room and immediately dove onto the girl, tickling her sides.

"Hahaha I got you again!" Lou giggled loudly, kicking her legs as Hyunjin playfully attacked her.

"Lee Know. Hannie. Get your child under control," Hyunjin ran his hands through his hair, pointing at Lou as he stared at the two guys.

"Our Lou has learnt well," Lee Know simply came over and hugged her from behind, patting her head and laughing to himself thinking of the mischief she had caused. This only caused Jisung to laugh harder.

"Jinnie... she decorated your room again?" Felix grinned imagining the sight.

"She vandalised it!" Hyunjin kept up his streak of over-exaggeration, making his members burst out into laughter once more.

Lou giggled once more and hugged Hyunjin from behind, causing him to turn and around and pick her up, depositing her next to Bang Chan.

"He is your only hope now," Hyunjin whimsically said, saluting at Bang Chan before retreating to his room, probably to plot some revenge on the girl.

"What shall we do with you, hmmm?" Bang Chan poked her sides, causing Lou to laugh once again as she accepted the cooing of the leader.

"Send me to art school."

More laughter resounded from the room.

"I can't believe he never noticed you going into his room again..." Changbin shook his head thinking of his dongsaeng.

"You're so sneaky, like a little spy," Seungmin nodded at his own observation.

"Yah! Did the 'little' really have to be there?!" Lou protested, sitting up in her seat and looking at the older with a challenging expression.

"Of course," Seungmin said like it was obvious.

"You're next, Kim Seungmin," Lou confirmed her next plans.

"Oh fighting talk!"

"She's gonna beat him up!"

"Seungmin's going to find out before she does anything."

"Yeah Seungmin is the real spy!"

The members conspired about what was going to happen next.

"Right, we should get some sleep now, got a couple of busy days of practice ahead of us before Miroh is released!" Bang Chan ushered his members to bed.

Lou couldn't help but feel nervous. In her home, universe, let's say, she knew the choreography of Miroh, she loved practising the dances from Stray Kids. But she knew she wasn't the best, and she didn't want to be the reason that the group wouldn't win their first award for the song. She couldn't change things that happened in the original timeline, could she? She thought to future events, like the ISACs and Kingdom, thinking if the group would be able to participate how they originally did due to her being a female. Or would there be special allowances...

Lou wasn't too sure on that for now. But she would have to cross that bridge when she came to it. Now, her first obstacle would be attending their very first live performance. Oh how she wished she had a memory full of everything that had happened to herself in this universe. Getting small glimpses wasn't feeling enough.

And this had just been the first day. She was in for a wild ride.

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