#me? biased towards fearless? no...

[coldasyou]

@tayloralisonswiftnetwork Eras Tour Event | Day 1: Favorite era set- Fearless (x)

[boydepartment]

Enhypen as Taylor Swift songs

THIS HAS SCENARIOS W THEM MATCHING THE SONG TOO

fun fact abt me, i sang taylor swift in my schools talent show as a kid <3 i love taylor swift still foerfnerjkge

MASTERLIST

Jungwon as New Romantics-

You probably ran into Jungwon at a coffee shop or something cliche like that. You both are busy people but you want to be crazy and still feel young and stupid. Both you and Jungwon will sneak out of your dorms and do late night walks which end up into races to the random playgrounds. You don't need expensive things to show love for each other, and that means the world to the both of you. Jungwon promises to himself one day he will show everyone how much he loves you.

Heeseung as Everything Has Changed-

You've known Heeseung for years. A lot of time spent training super late at night. All that work has gone to something though- both your debuts. Everything changed from late night ramen to waves from across the red carpet. He still feels like home to you, just like you feel like home to him. But everything has changed and you weren't predebut anymore, you were idols who now had boundaries. You weren’t kids anymore with a dream, you were adults who still build up their dreams.

Jay as Love Story-

In this case, you are Romeo, he is Juliet. He is PROTECTED by his parents heavily. You've known this since you were kids and you accidentally smacked him with a soccer ball. They want the best for him and they did not see you fit. Jay was a prince to everyone but you. That bothered his parents, but Jay loved it. He loved how you teased him and poked fun at him. Jay loved being able to tease you in the kitchen when something messed up. He wanted to marry you more than anything, so he was thrilled when you asked him after practically begging his parents to finally give you a chance to love their son forever.

Jake as Fearless-

im biased i am so sorry-

Oh boy okay. You did not have any good experiences with romance. You did not know how things were supposed to go, he had no clue either but Jake will always act like he does! You are both terrified that you are going to do something wrong, neither of you ever do though. After a really important test, he drove to a secluded area, Jake knew you were stressed. This was both your spot you’d go to think. You were unsure of everything, did you fail? Are you going to disappoint your parents? Did all that work Jake did to help you study go to waste? You were ranting wildly. When you finally stopped to breathe and he leaned in to kiss you. All your fears washed away. Everything felt right, everything was going to be okay.

Sunghoon as Back to December-

He pushed you away, Sunghoon didn't mean to and he didn't even really want to. Life just got in the way and he felt like he was holding you both back. No matter how much time passed by though, he was still in love with you. No amount of time will make that go away. So here he is, calling you back to meet at the tree where you both first met. You started laughing when a pile of snow fell on him, he will never forget that day in December. Sunghoon is hoping as you stand in front of him, now in the summer heat that you will take him back. He is hoping you still have the same feelings you harbored for him Back in December.

Sunoo as The Way I Loved You-

You used to tease him a lot, he used to do the same to you as well. It was a mutual teasing. Everyone didn't see it like that though, and they blamed you (sound familiar?) You pulled back from being around him even behind closed doors. You truly believed that you were in the wrong here. Never in your life would you be malicious towards him. People made you believe that you were horrible. Sunoo was totally in love with you, and he missed that fire you used to have. He missed you teasing him. Sunoo just MISSED you.

Ni-Ki as Mean-

Whenever Riki would have people being horrible to him. You always reminded him that he was going to end up being successful while they are going to be stuck being miserable. You were always there to bring him up, so when he finally made it. Riki made sure to never forget your advice. Even when you both haven't talked since you were both kids, he still remembers the way you were always there to remind him to stay confident. You watch from the sidelines proudly.

[itsumoegao]

Katsuki looked highly amused. "Goddamn, nerd. It's almost like this thing's biased towards me or something."

Izuku Bingo

@explodcor

📗 "What?! Of course it isn't. Let me see what you marked." A tad aggressive for Izuku as he snatched back the card to see for himself and paused. Not reading what was selected as it was ... nearly a blackout. "Uh." How many ... ? One, two... five, six...

Nine ?!

"Nn... um..." Midoriya knew some traits associated with Bakugou, such as blond, hero, competitive and fearless. "But..." Yeah, Kacchan was smart and ... yeah the were already training partners but... not berate him for crying? Izuku nearly protested, thinking up of a time when Katsuki made fun of him whenever he did cry but as he tried to think of a single moment, he came up empty. He recalled the common insults of weak, pathetic, useless, delusional but never crybaby.

This realization may have caused some heat to rise to his face.

"So... you actually like gardening too? And cuddling?" He couldn't be the only one here flustered. "Hand over your card! I bet I'll get a few bingos too!"

[ariadnes-red-thread]

TCW Hospital AU Headcanons

In honor of Nurses’ Week, and because I’ve been thinking about this since @abandoned-by-destiny told me about their Grey’s Anatomy AU, I’m posting my unrelated headcanons about the clones as healthcare workers.

*this isn’t Grey’s Anatomy/House/The Good Doctor. This is based on my experiences as a nurse so don’t be so surprised if it doesn’t fit the medical drama narrative (aka nurses/RTs exist). Also, prepare for my biases as a MICU nurse.

THE NURSES

Hardcase - ED nurse

Cut-up - ED Nurse

Boil - ED Nurse

Our chaotic men. If it’s messy but needs to be done, they’ll do it. They may seem carefree or even occasionally heartless but that’s called coping. They have the nastiest (and most fun) sense of humor and they are always up for whatever rolls through the door.

Waxer - NICU Nurse

Not even Hunter adopted a child faster. This man is a NICU nurse.

Echo- CTICU > Critical Care NP, Perfusionist, or CRNA

You want to play by the rules? Be an ICU nurse, and not just any ICU nurse. CTICU nurses are renowned for letting you know they’re CTICU nurses but that’s because they’re some of the most knowledgeable and focused healthcare workers out there. There’s not a damn thing about ECMO that Echo doesn’t know and I totally see him going on to get a second degree, either one that gives him a greater depth of knowledge or one that gives him more autonomy in his practice.

Fives - MICU

Being a MICU RN is kind of a Jack of all trades but master of none. Fives is disciplined enough to focus on the mission and passionate enough to care for the some of the sickest patients in the hospital. He’s also creative enough to figure out how to jerry-rig a decompression system from nasal trumpet or to make his finicky CRRT machine run, even on the most septic of patients.

Jesse -STICU

You want action? Jesse knows where to find your action. MVA, GSW, Fresh Liver Tx galore. It takes the leadership and determination that we all know Jesse has to care for these patients. He’s also stubborn enough to fight a surgeon.

***All of the ARCs also double as Resource/RRT Nurses, meaning if there’s a code or someone decompensating anywhere in the hospital, they’ll show up to help.

Hevy - Relief ICU Charge Nurse

Hevy doesn’t want the leadership role but he’ll take it on if he has too. One thing he’ll never do is let his fellow nurses drown.

Rex - ICU Charge Nurse

Rex had leadership thrust on him but he never shied away from it. He’ll fight an attending or a family member to protect his patients and his nurses. He’s got more critical care knowledge and experience than half of the doctors in any room and the attendings know that when Rex is speaking, they need to listen.

THE DOCTORS

Kix - Critical Care Fellow

Kix CARES. He’s always looking out for his men. He hasn’t been around long enough to be burnt out and he’s besties with all the nurses. He’s a wealth of knowledge and when it comes down to it, he’s the one you go to when your R2 is being a dick and he’s the one you want him around if your patients are dying

Tup - R1 leaning towards Critical Care or Emergency Medicine Specialty

Tup is a little green around the ears but he’s got guts and isn’t afraid to come up with a plan. He knows how to rely on those around him and is ready to jump right into the action

Gregor - Emergency Attending

The ED is a circus and Gregor is a ringleader. He thrives on the chaos of it and knows how to take whatever comes through the door in stride and with a tactical efficiency,

Cody - Pulm/MICU Attending

When it comes to the mission, Cody is no-nonsense. His vast knowledge and experience is humbling to work with and he’s always teaching something new to his residents. He knows the nursing staff and who he can rely on but when a code happens, he’s in charge. He’ll kick someone out of the room or cric a patient bedside without hesitation. He’s a fearless practitioner for a reason - because he’s smart enough and experienced enough to be - and it shows.

Wolffe - TACS or Anesthesia Attending

Sure from the outside, Wolffe seems rough. He’ll roll his eyes at a resident in rounds and if a nurse asks him for something he thinks is stupid, he’ll be sure to let them know. But at his core, he’s an experienced and talented provider, and if you can get through that outer shell and earn his respect, you’ve made an ally for life

Hunter - Interventional Radiologist

Radiology is an art. A misread scan can mean deadly mistakes but that’s something Hunter never has to worry about. He’s also skilled enough with a knife to preform delicate surgeries under fluoro

Wrecker - Orthopedic Surgeon

There’s a stereotype that Ortho is the specialty where all the pre-med athletes end up… and there’s some truth to that. Wrecker is passionate about strength and body mechanics so it only makes sense that would translate to his practice. Plus, if someone needs a joint repair or replacement, you want a doctor working on it who is precise enough to dismantle a bomb

OTHER ROLES

Tech - Lead Respiratory Therapist

If I’ve learned anything from being an ICU nurse, it’s that a good RT makes or breaks your care. Vents are complicated and having someone who knows their way around one can save your patient’s life. Tech has a way with technology and when you have that ARDS patient that’s ready to code but still needs a CT, you’re hoping he’s your RT.

Crosshair - Flight Nurse

Crosshair is a bit of a cowboy. He does things on his own and doesn’t like to be told what to do. That doesn’t always make for the best bedside manner or gentlest care and he’s okay with that. But he is resourceful and knows his shit. He will do anything he has to to make sure his patient lives from point a to point b.

The Dark Side

Palatine - CEO

Dooku - CFO

Krell - CNO

I will not be explaining these ones except to say fuck healthcare admin and fuck “Nurses’ Week”. Pay hospital staff appropriately instead of giving them stupid trinkets and childish appreciation weeks. Thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

[jgcm2003]

episode one

I’ve recently become a human being capable of reflection, but only just recently. For many chaotic years, I wasn’t. Every memory I had was tinted by biased opinions, beliefs, and more often than not, embarrassment. Looking back on my entire life, it’s pretty tricky for me to point at one memory specifically and say I value it any more than any other experience. There’s nothing I wish I had done, nothing I wish hadn’t happened to me, and nothing I would alter in any way. The triumphant highs followed by agonizing lows, the ignorant fearlessness towards my surroundings juxtaposed with the overwhelming fear of the people that resided in them; they’re all experiences I find invaluable, crucial to the way I am right now and the way I have been. 

My experiences dictate the places my feet take me, the words my mouth chooses to say, and they provide me with the filter through which I witness the world. They’ve all led me to this moment, right here, right now. The sole inhabitant of a desolate island— trying to illustrate something invisible, trying to comprehend the incomprehensible, looking in the rearview mirror, but only briefly— my eyes will eventually find their way back to the road ahead. 

These experiences are the core of our very existence, and today they’ve led me to this table where I’ll write for a little while. I’ve grown to be immensely grateful for the fact I’ve been given the ability to sit down and write. It’s calming, it’s problem-solving, and it’s evolved into anything I need it to be. For this reason, I believe writing has become the most reliable friend I have. Perhaps the paper is just forced to listen to everything I say, but I like to think it may appreciate me and my brain sometimes. After all, it’s something to occupy its blankness even if it’s just the ramblings of a 19 year old boy. 

Of course, I want to look back and see something I can be proud of, but that’s simply not the case. I simply wasn’t ready to reflect honestly then. I wasn’t ready to accept the pain and discomfort of positive change, let alone the disappointment that comes with the realization that I was living the wrong way and I needed to grow. Yet I was so depressed for so long due to that unwillingness. My brain, my attitude, and my behavior were all screaming at me, trying to get me to admit something was wrong, yet I was so out of tune with reality that I didn’t seem to hear them. When I briefly did hear them, I didn’t seem to be able to care for very long. 

I vividly remember those times when life felt like more of a burden than much of anything else. I lived a very pessimistic life, void of any hope. This was a learned outlook on life. Given what the universe dealt me, I developed the awful habit of focusing on the inevitable end of everything that surrounded me. Any beautiful moment would turn melancholic almost instantly when the thought of its impending departure crept into my mind. It was the temporariness of it all that got me, and man, it got me good. A nice day ended was always ended with nightfall, falling in love always ended in turmoil, and being alive could end whenever, however. All were extremely valuable and necessary, yet all were far too temporary for my liking. Especially death— that freaked me out. 

When I was younger, death seemed to chase me around every corner, down every road, and occasionally when I was too tired to keep running it looked me square in the eyes. Sometimes death even mocked me with its cold and unforgiving existence. I learned that death will be completely okay with suddenly cutting me off mid-sentence one day. It won’t let me finish a book, a song, or even a thought. It’ll cut me off and kill me on its own time, not my time. 

When I was 15, death caught up to my dad while he was completely alone, living in YMCA housing. I had been aware of death before, but that’s when I first realized how final it all really was. Life had never seemed so temporary. It felt like a cruel joke, the man I grew up with was instantly turned into nothing but a bunch of unwelcome memories. Someone so prominent in my life, so real was now so gone. 

Death cut him off at the lowest point in his life. My mom and other people tell me that at that point, there was no way he was getting out of that. I know they’re right but a piece of me, the piece of me that loves him still, thinks maybe he could’ve seen the light and recovered. We’ll never know for certain because he couldn’t run any longer, and death caught up. 

Regardless of the pain it caused me, I never understood more that my days were numbered. Everyone around me, everything around me, their days were numbered as well. Everything I felt would eventually be nothing but an abyss trapped inside of my corpse, burned to ash, or buried beneath the dirt on private land. Almost instantly upon the death of my dad, I was firmly gripped by the notion that nothing this existence had to offer me mattered all that much. It crept into my brain, my heart, and in turn my behavior. If my own father had lost his race with death in such a manner, then why should I expect anything more? Why would I set myself up for failure with any sort of optimism? The simple answer to me back then was that I wouldn’t.

For years I took that nihilistic approach to life. I became extremely complacent in my growth as a human being. I was utterly indifferent toward whatever lay ahead, I figured it was nothing anyways. I took a back seat to my impulses in search of something to drag me out of the deep emptiness I was feeling. I felt like I was right to think the way I did, and the mental anguish was just a nasty side-effect of the reality of life and impending death. It never dawned on me that the feelings had been coming from a place of rejection— that maybe I was right but the way I was responding was extremely wrong.

I was in a Costco parking lot when it finally broke through to me. This wasn’t the path I needed to follow. Maybe if I just allowed myself to admit I’d been wrong, I could take a step forward and get out of this rut I had been stuck in for so many years. Upon realizing this I felt this resounding feeling of dread, I knew at that moment more than ever I had missed out on really enjoying life for what it was. I didn’t really appreciate anything. Of course, bad things had happened but I had opted to choose a simpler route in response to those bad things rather than face them head-on and grow. I had so much, so many possessions, so many friends, and so many people who cared for me deeply. I was a Division 1 football player, I had a nice car, and I had so many Instagram followers and so much attention. I could’ve been more and everyone knew it. They’d remind me of this in our interactions, when my report cards would come back, and when I stopped to really look at myself for a moment. I had so much, yet I was completely and utterly empty. I was one of the worst possible versions of myself. I had been treating so many people the wrong way, I had been treating myself the wrong way. I hated myself so much for this in that Costco parking lot. 

It was one of the hardest hours or so of my life in that spot, yet one that I remember as one of the most important because in that hour I let myself be subject to the pain I deserved. In response to that pain, I decided to change my life for the better. While it completely sucked, that pain killed some of the parts of me I despised. Those parts of me I hated died but were reincarnated as the pieces of me I sit here reflecting on today. In response to that hour the past few months have been more fulfilling than any other period of time I’ve really ever had in my life before. 

Even so, I didn’t really know how I’d improve. I stood before a mountain of things I needed to work on, the summit so high I couldn’t even see it. I didn’t even know if I should believe in this summit. I stared at this mountain for an hour, occasionally falling victim to some of my own doubt. Jonah Hill’s therapist Phil Stuz refers to this doubt as Part X. It’s the factor in each of us that makes growth and change feel impossible in the face of adversity. It’s the aspect of ourselves that we recognize as a fixed limitation. It saw me staring at the top and tried to keep me on the ground by offering shitty advice such as You know you’re going to wind up back down here right beside me or How many times have you done this, tried to better yourself to no avail? Why even try? 

Yet for the first time in a very long time, I felt a resounding sense of hope that if I ignored him for at least a little while and started to climb, maybe I’d reach certain spots on this mountain where I could rest for a while rather than climb back down. So I began my ascension into the unknown for yet another try, but the first real-time in my life. I’d seen my father completely fall victim to his Part X. It took control of his body, his mind, and his actions. It led him down a road of delusion, unnecessary discomfort, and immense pain. He never tried to climb his mountain, all of his efforts went into searching for ways around it or through it. It did nothing for him but kill him. 

At first, it was the seemingly small patterns of behavior such as maintaining a clean room, writing in a planner every day, or attempting to tell the truth regardless of the outcome, even when it was hard to find. These were simple changes in my life all meant to at least make my life a bit more simple. The organization of life around me was the fuel I needed to generate the first framework of guidelines by which I wanted to exist. It helps me recognize Part-x for what he is, a figment of my imagination; one that will never go away in his quest for my company on the ground, but one that can be beaten by my persistent action in response to the world around me and my own inward reflection. I’ll fall victim to Part X at times because everyone does, but because of my climb at least, I’ll have somewhere more peaceful than the ground to rest. The view of the world is much better from these places than it’s ever been before. 

I’m going to document this climb here, through videos and these short memoirs, and see how far I can climb. It’ll change and grow as I do- forgive the first video's seemingly directionless premise, and my complete ramblings in this. I hope to improve with both filmography and writing, my favorite two ways of expressing myself. I want the reader or watcher to know that as much as this is for me, it’s for them because I thoroughly believe if I’m capable of realizing this, then so are you. With death making its way towards me and everyone, with Part X living within me and everyone, I now know this for certain; if I’m going to become the person I want to be, then I’ll need to start my climb now. 

I’m 19 years, 4 months, and 25 days old, about to leave high school, and I have been gifted with the ability to reflect. It would be a waste if I didn’t use it to grow as a human being as I make my way into adulthood. 

[laylorpwift]

The Journey So Far:

It started with an idea that Taylor Swift has been telling a few cohesive stories over her entire body of work, and those stories do not match up with her narrative, or what is necessarily known about her. So my goal was to see if that was correct, and if so, to pull those stories out of the work and see them as what they are — stories.

The first thing I did was go through all of Taylor’s lyrics backwards from TTPD, back to 1989. A lot of lyrics were reminding me of Red, so then I went back to red. But THEN, Mr. Perfectly Fine seemed to be clicking into a story from Red. So I went back even further, through Speak Now, and finally through Fearless, only missing Debut at this point. I had a couple rules for myself in mind:

Forget everything you think you know. I’m keeping my own knowledge, feelings, and biases about Taylor out of this, as much as it’s possible to do so, as well as any known timelines or media narratives.

No pronoun is safe. Any person in any song could be any single individual, regardless of whether it’s first/second/third person, and regardless of gender pronouns.

Lyrics only. No music videos. No tour visuals. No mashup connections. Lyrics only.

Don't expect some big payoff. The goal is simply FUN.

I made an Obsidian Vault that was to be my Master Map of Taylor Swift songs. I went through every lyric, multiple times, and tagged everything that seemed like it might even vaguely be connected. I would connect lyrics that seemed to be a part of the same story, or seemed to be describing the same thing, or sometimes even just used the same word. I tagged songs to each other if they reminded me of one another for any reason at all. When I was done, the map looked like this:

Looks chaotic and pretty useless, right? Fortunately for me, it was exactly what I needed. It created an encyclopedia and a reference point. If I wanted to check anything at all, I could head right to the Master Doc and see all of my thoughts and possible connections. At this point, it was time to narrow it down.

The first thing I tried to do to narrow this map down, was go through Taylor’s Five Stages of Heartbreak playlists. I made a map for those in Obsidian as well. That was fun, but not particularly useful toward my goal. So I started a third Obsidian map, and I don’t remember how I tried to narrow it down that time, but once again, it wasn’t useful toward my goal.

By this time, I had been deep in this project for about 12 hours a day, every day, for two weeks. I was mostly sitting on my couch in the dark with my noise cancelling headphones on, listening to all my Taylor Swift songs on shuffle. I was SO deep into Taylor Swift lyrics that I wondered if I could go the other way instead, building a map from the bottom up instead of narrowing down this huge map. (Which I’m thrilled that I made, because again, it’s a great reference tool.) That would mean starting with a story I THINK I’m hearing, and seeing where that idea takes me.

The most obvious story to start with, in my mind, was the All Too Well story. I was pretty sure of how it fit into everything, and started putting it together, only to hit a wall. I had been very attached to a connection I had made of ATW to other songs, but it was muddying the waters and smushing the stories together in a way that didn’t seem right. So I severed the connections in question, which was difficult for me to do because I felt so sure! But once I did that, I started seeing narratives clumping together. So I’m happy with that decision. You're all caught up! I'm going to keep posting how I make decisions about my brain map.

[nunmem]

I was talking to a friend and I realized how much I've been unable to put into words what svt and my svt bias mean to me, it's difficult.

I'm in a stage of processing a depressive episode that almost ended me, that kind of thing people never know because it's a intense battle fought in the insides of your brain.

In the middle of that somehow, as I always do, I found reasons (for as superfluous as they might sound) and svt are one of them, because there's days where "oh I want to watch one more gose episode" or "there's a livestream", are things that keep looking forward to tomorrow and I need that so much.

But I'm also learning a lot from them, truly as person, on how to give and receive love.

I'm hoshi biased because I love how spontaneous he can be, his hardwork and kindness towards others, how he keeps his energy up to bright every room, his fearless trust in his dream and team, and honestly just how he isnt afraid to be himself, I love how he kindly includes the members and is gentle in trying to connect with them.

I love his playfulness, it gives me life, all his dumb jokes make my day brighter. He's officially my sunshine.

His relationship with the members.. specially woozi, being there with him physically to support him, how dear and touchy he is to dino, he's so fond of the younger ones even if they mess around a lot there's so much love between them. He's such a loving person.

Also ... his artistic vision??? How he choreographed dances for svt, his own solo, how he moves too ... it really amazes me, he's always expressing his individuality through his dance and there's a degree of femininity in it that is so evident and endearing to me, I think it's always brave to be blatantly queer (being for real or not idc), just the movement of being out there and doing you're own thing in your unique way it's charming in my eyes.

I'm jeonghan biased and could write a goddamn thesis about it, my thing about him is how he INSPIRES me to be better and embrace my weirdness, there's something so gentle about how he carries himself through life, there's inherent kindness to him and I wish more people would value that. It's in the way he cares silently for the members, how he supports and listen, how he interacts with carats.

Ofc I'm also obsessed with how smart he is and how he finds ways to be mischievous as a little kid to entertain us and the members but overall his sweetness melts my heart and gives me hope.

As for woozi... it's hard to describe because there's so much intertwined with what makes him interesting to me but ... I just relate too much to him, the work ethics, the dry humor, the grumpy yet playful energy, all this sides of him make me adore him. I find his artistic versatility enchanting and often find myself wondering "wow how woozi thought of this, woozi wrote this".

Songwriting is something that has always fascinated me and he does in a way that is so absolutely enchanting, specially when working on ballad songs, the lyrics for shadow and yawn really make me think too much and confort me so much. Of course is not just that, I'm head over heels for his looks yes, but there's something and it's a quality that's not visual, but this sort of quiet confidence that I find mesmerizing and leaves me wondering if I wanna have him or be him, it always make a little insane.

[heystephen]

Re Fearless album covers: I'm biased towards the platinum edition cover because it was the first Taylor CD I ever bought and I think it's the best but, the TV cover is so fucking ugly, oh my God.

i actually also think i prefer the platinum edition cover but i think it’s because when i got it, i felt so superior to all my friends who still had the original. it was like having a crown to 9 yr old me..

[fearthereaperx]

“Baptism by fire, huh? In your case, quite literally,” Laura remarked, her mind briefly wandering back to that day and all that had transpired. It was one hell of an introduction to Taliah’s new position and Laura didn’t envy her. The younger woman had handled it well, though in Laura’s mind, there’d never been any doubt that she would. Smiling softly at Taliah’s chef’s kiss gesture, she sat a little straighter in her seat, clearly pleased by her reaction. While making jewelry was obviously Laura’s pride and joy, as well as her livelihood, cooking was a very close second. Reaching for her coffee, she chuckled into the rim of it, not at all shocked to hear that Rowan was making the same points Laura was reiterating now. “Why am I not surprised?” She teased, head shaking gently. Rowan was feral at best, but kind in her own, fearless sort of way, and Laura had always admired her tenacity. Switching gears, she took one more sip of her coffee and then nodded, giving a thoughtful hum, “You could say I’m biased towards one or two,” she divulged, those two clearly being her nephew and Riley, her late husband’s prospect. She loved them all, of course, but those two would always stand out for what she figured were obvious reasons. Warming at the mention of Kip, Laura nodded, “A little, yeah. He’s precious– kinda shy. I’m sure someone’ll break him outta that sooner rather than later.”

Making a mental note to bring Taliah pie more often, she nodded as she sipped at her coffee, giving a little thumbs up as if to say she wholly intended to do this again– but hopefully under lighter circumstances next time. “Nah, it’s not selfish at all,” Laura assured her, smiling warmly as she set her coffee aside, “It’s easy to do– asking what if and thinking about worst case scenario. I wish I could tell you that goes away but it never does completely– it does get easier though.” Maybe it just boiled down to growing more accustomed to it? That was the best Laura could figure, but it helped that Taliah had a head start– she already knew what this life looked like and the way it could drag the club away at a moment’s notice. Familiarity tended to go quite a long way, and so whenever it came to the rest of it? Laura felt sure Taliah was up to the task. A sad, yet warm smile overtook her features– she knew Taliah hadn’t meant anything malicious in what she’d said. Really, it was more of a relief than anything to hear that she loved her nephew that much. “I know, I know,” she murmured, waving off the other woman’s concern. Not once had Laura even thought to be offended by anything she’d said. She was much less focused on her own loss, preferring to push all the attention on Taliah’s gain– and, a bit selfishly, Laura’s too. In a lot of ways, she felt as though she’d gained a daughter in all of this. Shaking her head, she sighed gently, smiling softly across at her, “Don’t know if you know this, but…I couldn’t have kids, which is a pretty awful realization to come to when all you’ve ever wanted was to be a mother,” she started, lips quirking in a brief frown as she tipped her head to the side, “So when Cole came to live with us, it felt like the universe was finally saying here’s your shot, you know? And I took it, and ever since then he’s been more like a son to me than a nephew,” Laura explained, that frown quickly turning into a brief, yet warm smile. “All of that to say– when you feel that sort of motherly attachment, all you want is for someone to love your baby as much as you do. So hearing you say all these things, it just…it’s everything I’ve ever wanted for him– you are everything I’ve ever wanted for him,” Laura admitted, swallowing thickly as a familiar sheen of heat began clustering at the corners of her eyes. “He loves you too, Taliah, and it's what you both deserve– that’s really what I’m trying to say.”

"I've learned it's always best to anticipate these things. When I got this job, I thought I'd have time to settle in, but in a matter of days, July 4th happened." Puffing out a breath, she shook her head, still thinking that it was a damn miracle nobody died that day. "I will." Ask him, that was, already finding herself curious. It was exciting for her in a way, to know that there was still so much to learn about him.

Digging into the first bite of her food, her eyes widen briefly and her hand comes up in a chef kiss. Laura's cooking never disappointed, that was for sure. "Yeah, you know, people do keep telling me that. Rowan, mostly." Taliah chuckled. She offers a smile when Laura says she gets it, it was a comfort to know she had someone to go to if she ever needed advice only a woman who had been in Taliah's position could provide. "Always has been," worth it, worth all of it, she had always known that. "They all are, they're good boys. I bet you have your favorites, I know I do." Smirking, she can't help but ask, "Have you had much chance to talk to Kip yet? He's such a sweetheart." Judging by the warm dimpled grin on her features, it had to be obvious that she'd already taken something of a motherly shine to him.

"Hey, you can show up here with pie any time you want." Taliah grinned, falling into a soft sigh. "It means a lot, just being reminded that I'm not the only one thinking or feeling how I am, it's probably a bit selfish to say but it takes a weight off," to know she wasn't alone. "I just feel like..." Pausing as she realized she said that out loud when she hadn't meant to, she wanted to try and gather her explanation. "I know they're smart, all of them... But last night, being alone in a bed that's got so used to Cole being there. I got in my own head a little bit, you know? What if's," thinning her lips, she shrugs a shoulder. "I just can't... I can't be without him, not in any capacity." A quieter mumble, before she caught on to just how insensitive that might be for Laura. "Sorry, I'm... I didn't mean--" if she'd upset her, reminded her of how she had to be without her love. "I just love him, Laura, that's what I'm trying to say. I love him, I always have. He's the other half of my heart."

[random-refuge]

ROTTMNT Fic Recs

Now that I’ve been in the fandom for about 3 months, I’m posting some recommendations of my own (links included). Note that the Disaster Twins are my favourite characters with my favourite dynamic so I’m biased towards fics centering on them.

First the works with a completed status:

Fearless by UnicornPopcorn14

A great Agent Bishop   fic dealing with Leo’s inferiority complex and his tendency to be self sacrificing for his brothers. Trigger Warning for torture scenes.

Under Pressure by ParvumAutomaton

A wonderful fic full on suspense, centering around the boys trying to save April from a cave diving accident. Leo gets to use his teleporting in some really cool scenarios. Trigger warning for descriptions of dead bodies.

It's alright It's Okay by KALL

This fic is about what happens when Leo, the only team medic, is injured in a cave in and his brothers have to figure out a way to save him in time with their limited medical knowledge. This descriptions does not do it justice, it has so much great angst and a really amazing Disaster Twins turtle tot flashback that just made me 😍😭 Also the author has an alternative ending and deleted scenes on her account that are just *chefs kiss*

I Went To Battlefest 2018 (and all i got was this lousy t-shirt) by FoxGlade

Here’s one for Leosagi shippers (Miyamoto Usagi not Yuichi, I like both but I know some fans like the specification). This fic honestly reads like an episode of the actual show, it’s got the tone down pretty much perfectly. Leo meets Usagi when he sees him   participate in the Battle Nexus Battlefest. Leo is an absolute dork in this and we love him for it.

On Understanding Caring Hearts by ParvumAutomaton

Leo gets seriously injured on a mission and is very delirious the whole fic as he tries to remember what happened while you get to follow along for the ride. The characterization is great and it really focusses in on Leo’s tendency to make jokes to make himself and his brothers feel better in hard times. I highly recommend reading it again with the context of knowing what actually happened cause it recontextualizes some of the brothers’ behaviour throughout the story.

Use Only For Intended Purpose by gayneku

Donnie accidentally mind melds with Leo in his sleep with the unfortunate effect of being able to see Leo’s Krang   ptsd nightmares. A lot of Disaster Twins comforting each other and being adorable loving brothers.

To see my recommendations for ongoing fics head here

@parvumautomaton @gayneku @its-kall-the-clown @pizzafelony

[bizarrequazar]

GJ and ZZH Updates — October 30-November 5

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

[Glossary of names and terms] [Masterlist of my posts about the situation with Zhang Zhehan]

10-30 → MarrsGreen posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun. The caption includes, “the starlight is gorgeous.”

→ VogueFilm posted their interview with Gong Jun discussing “Hello, Hello”. During one part, he said, “I have never forgotten my original intentions.” [full translation] 

→ 361° put up a shoe listing on their Taobao using a model who looks strikingly similar to Zhang Zhehan. There’s even one photo where he’s wearing a bucket hat. Photos: [1] [2] Fan Observation: Many think it’s likely shade towards the Instagram, in a sort of “look, we can find a lookalike too” way. Instagram believers were pissed about it.

→ Addition 11-08: The Roving Inspection Team Weibo account was unmuted after six months. It reposted something by Peng Lihu a few days later, unfortunately confirming suspicions that he is the one behind it.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

10-31 → Gong Jun posted a promotional video for LockNLock, later reposted by LockNLock.

→ MarrsGreen posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ Tangle Teezer posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun posted the music video for his new song More Youthful With Ideal. Caption: “The ideal guides our direction, soar bravely together, and let the youth ignite!” His studio reposted it with the added caption, “Fearless to pursue dreams and work hard to move forward without fear of challenges and never forget the original intention. Listen to boss @ Gong Jun Simon use his singing to convey strength, live up to the youth and live up to the times!”

→ Kangshifu posted three photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ Lexus unfollowed both the super3 Instagram and the brand’s Instagram.

→ Gong Jun reposted a trailer from Qiao Xin, his co-star from Dream Garden, for her new drama Winter Night. His added caption: “I heard that Zheng Daqian is going to start ‘making big money’ tonight?”

→ Seven government departments put out a request for opinions about increasing regulation on stars and their sponsors, including preventing immoral artists from being spokespersons. CAPA responded in favour. A reminder that Zhang Zhehan has only been called an immoral artist by CAPA, not any government agencies.

→ Fox Spirit Matchmaker officially wrapped filming, though a few modern scenes still had yet to be filmed.

→ Colgate posted a video of behind the scenes footage from a commercial featuring Gong Jun. They later posted three photo ads in quick succession. [1] [2] [3]

→ LockNLock posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Fresh posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted a photo ad featuring Gon Jun.

→ The Instagram posted a photo of a man in a Batman mask.

11-01 → Gong Jun’s studio posted his schedule for the month: brand livestreams on 11-01 and 11-02, birthday on 11-29. Caption: “In late autumn, in the traces of winter, boss @ Gong Jun Simon's November itinerary has arrived. Special reminder: add clothes in season, pay attention to keep warm!” [quoted translation] BGM is What Other Heart by Mac DeMarco.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted the photos used in the schedule video. Caption: “It’s here it’s here” Fan Observations:  -  These were taken on the day of the Hogan livestream.  -  He’s doing the Tenet hand gesture in them.  -  This is the third post in a month by him or his studio to use the caption “来了来了”.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad promoting the livestream held later that day.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted four photos of him taking selfies. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Hello dear passengers, the #Gong Jun's very wonderful November# time train has officially departed and arrived at the first station ahead. 「Train conductor @ Gong Jun Simon raised his mobile phone with one hand and put the other in his pocket coolly, quickly getting a super handsome selfie」, all passengers, please take a seat and hold on, the next stop is about to arrive at _______.” Fan Observation: These photos are possibly from 2021. Case in point:  -  The shirt he’s wearing has the text “Come and try our tunnel of love, tickets for two” on the back. He previously wore it on 2021-07-28; on the same day, Zhang Zhehan’s ads for Lanvin Qixi products were teased.  -  The red phone case looks to be the one he used last year. All photos from this year where his phone is visible either have a clear case or none at all.

→ 361° posted a teaser video for an upcoming samoyed themed collection in partnership with Gong Jun.

→ L’Oreal posted a photo ad for their livestream with Gong Jun later that day.

→ Gong Jun posted the same photo ad for the L’Oreal livestream. (14:20, 520 (”love you”) kadian) Caption: “I heard that I can't hide my identity as a soul painter. Let's take an art class with you on Double Eleven! Search L'Oreal's official flagship store, see my wonderful brushwork, and transform into a lot of surprises and gifts!” Fan Observation: A reach with kadians: the two earliest posts by his studio were at 10:00 and 10:30 → 1+1+3=5 → 51129 520 for these four posts altogether.

→ Gong Jun appeared in a livestream for L’Oreal. [full recording (no subs)] [summary with clips]  -  He said there’s a surprise for his birthday month.   -  There was the suggestion of doing a giveaway for a drawing Gong Jun did, but the producer disallowed it because it would mean having to read the winner’s username aloud. Gong Jun briefly tried to insist they should. (Context: There was an incident on 2021-06-10 (also a L’Oreal livestream lol) where someone with the username “Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan’s fan” won a giveaway; Gong Jun insisted that the host read it properly after she skipped over Zhang Zhehan’s name. [clip] Later during the same livestream, the producer had them stop reading winner’s names after multiple ones with CPF terms were read, and Gong Jun was visibly annoyed for a few minutes.)  -  At the end, he thanked “fans and friends”. Fan Observation: The glasses that he made a point of putting on at the start look quite similar to ones Zhang Zhehan wore on 2021-07-29.

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun promoting their livestream the following day.

→ Gong Jun appeared in a livestream for Colgate. At the end, he thanked “my fans, [and] my junweixians”. [full recording (no subs)] [summary with clips] Fan Observations: A joke he told was previously mentioned by the host of one of Zhang Zhehan’s livestreams on 2021-06-20.

11-02 → CAPA bought the hotsearch #CAPA reminds entertainers to regulate their endorsement behaviour#, putting it at #12 under the entertainment hotsearch.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun posted a commercial teasing the new product line with 361°. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Life goes on and on, and love has traces to follow. Let go of the fatigue of life and liberate yourself in nature! If you love it, let's go wild together!”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted three photos of him in recording booths. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Dear Passengers, the #Gong Jun's very wonderful November# time train has now arrived at the 2nd station 「On the way to the music, the train conductor @ Gong Jun Simon had many friendly exchanges with his microphone, brave and firm」, all passengers, please sit tight and hold on, the station ahead is _______.” Fan Observations: The center photo was taken at the same time as an almost identical one he posted on 2021-11-24. Caption for that was “Your little ears have ‘ear blessings’ again! [six husky emojis]”.

→ 361° posted the same commercial, also announcing a livestream on 11-10 (19:30). Caption: “Go to love with 361° global brand spokesperson @ Gong Jun Simon, meet a better version of yourself. Life goes on and on, love has traces to follow.” They also changed their Weibo header to a promotional photo for the new line.

→ MUJOSH posted the glasses that Gong Jun wore for the L’Oreal livestream. Caption: “Heard that you were all looking for these glasses after watching the live broadcast?”

→ Possible hexagon ring sighting in his breast pocket in paparazzi photos of him going to the venue.

→ 361° posted two photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ Gong Jun appeared in a livestream for Hsu Fu Chi. The vast majority of people watching were junweixian, very few CPFs. [full recording (no subs)] [summary with clips] (Context: Hsu Fu Chi endorsed Zhang Zhehan prior to 813, but were the most ruthless of his brands in the termination of their endorsement during 813 and in the months following. Gong Jun was already contracted to endorse them next, but has only done the bare minimum as their spokesperson, on two occassions blatantly leaving them out when mentioning his endorsements. If you look at photo ads, you may have noticed they’ve been using the same photos of him all year.)  -  He drew a Tangle Teezer during a drawing segment, and he also at one point mentioned BEAST.  -  He ate some of the chewy candy while the host was talking and when the host asked him if he needed a drink, he stepped off camera for a moment, grabbed his LockNLock thermos, and drank from it for a solid five seconds on camera. [clip] Usually if a spokesperson needs a drink during a livestream, they’re given an unmarked paper cup.  -  Otherwise, he was very professional and positive.  -  He sang a few lines from Bitter Gourd by Eason Chan, saying he’s been listening to it a lot recently. When the song is shared on QQ Music, a (different) AMV of Kimi no Na wa plays. Just in case we missed it last week, I guess.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a douyin of behind the scenes footage from a photoshoot that day. BGM is 隆里电丝 by 盛宇DamnShine. [lyrics] Fan Observation: The song includes a spoken part at the beginning with the lines, “Some people will become your friends / or your soulmate (知己). / Some people will fight with you to the end / as long as you’re happy (开心就好).”

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted nine photos of him from the photoshoot. Caption: “Blue and white interlaced black and white, walking through the moving night. Capture today's boss @ Gong Jun Simon's ‘R&B style’~”

11-03 → Yu Zheng, the producer Zhang Zhehan worked under until 2018, responded to an anti asking about the drama Zhao Ge never being released. Yu Zheng blamed Zhang Zhehan for it, saying that it caused him to lose money and he can’t edit Zhang Zhehan’s face out with AI due to the cost. The drama filmed in 2017 and never aired because the script that Yu Zheng wrote himseld didn’t pass censorship, it had nothing to do with Zhang Zhehan. By the way, Yu Zheng has had multiple plagarism and defamation lawsuits filed against him, and filming Zhao Ge was the reason Zhang Zhehan’s knee didn’t heal properly.

→ Gong Jun’s studio posted a photo of him petting a samoyed, taken on the same day (estimated to be early to mid June) as photos he posted posted on 10-04 from his trip while filming Guardian of the Alpine Plants. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Dear passengers, the #Gong Jun’s very wonderful November# time train has arrived at the 3rd station 「The train conductor @ Gong Jun Simon wants to take a photo with Xiugou, but he [the dog] just wanted to find a toy ball, and left without turning back」, all passengers, please sit tight and hold on, the station ahead is _______.”

→ Tangle Teezer posted two photo ads featuring Gong Jun. (1129 kadian)

→ Colgate posted a promotional video spoken by Gong Jun.

→ The host from the L’Oreal livestream posted six photos of himself and Gong Jun.

→ The final filming for Fox Spirit Matchmaker was completed.  Fan Observation: The child actor present for the filming is the same one who played Zhen Yan in Word of Honor.

→ 361° posted three photo ads [here] [here] and [here] featuring Gong Jun with a samoyed.

→ Kangshifu posted three photo ads featuring Gong Jun.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

11-04 → Gong Jun’s studio posted three photos of him from the filming of the Louis Vuitton watch commercial released on 01-15. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Dear passengers, the #Gong Jun's very wonderful November# time train has now arrived at the 4th station 「The monitor recorded the train conductor @ Gong Jun Simon under the sunset, while waiting for the signal light, the elongated figure is also lost in thought」, all passengers, please sit tight and hold on. The station ahead is _______.”

→ Kangshifu posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ 361° posted a short Q&A video with Gong Jun. [subbed video]

11-05 → Gong Jun’s studio posted a photo from the L’OFFICIEL shoot released on 05-23. (1129 kadian, 51129 with the date) Caption: “Dear passengers, the #Gong Jun's very wonderful November# The time train has now arrived at the 5th station 「a three-dimensional sketch portrait of the conductor @ Gong Jun Simon, relaxed and powerful」, all passengers please sit tight and hold on, the station ahead is _______.” Fan Observation: The published photo most similar to this one was on page 115 of the magazine.

→ The Instagram posted nine photos of “Zhang Zhehan” with white hair in front of a windmill. Addition 11-08: [Here] is a debunk on these.

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ The Instagram posted six more photos of “Zhang Zhehan”.

Additional Reading: → N/A

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[bi-bard]

Fearless - Dean Forester Imagine (Gilmore Girls)

Title: Fearless

Pairing: Dean Forester X Reader

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 1,579 words

Warning(s): a few insults but they're needed

Summary: (Inspired lightly by "Fearless" by Taylor Swift) (Y/n) was dealt a not-so-perfect hand in a pretty short period of time. Don't worry, not all of it's bad. Some of it is actually very nice.

Author's Note: Am I biased because I watched Supernatural and then watched Gilmore Girls? Yes. Do I care? No. Not even a little.

Also, I totally messed with the canon of this show but I just wanted to write something cute.

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"Umm... Rory," I asked, standing next to the girl's table at lunch. I felt like a weirdo for just randomly walking up to her.

"Yes," she replied in a similar, questioning tone.

"Sorry to bother you, but you're from Stars Hallow, right," I sat down across from her.

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Well, my dad wants to move out there," I explained. "And he wants to pull me out of Chilton. I was just... I wanted to know what it was like. The people, the school. I don't know, you don't have to have this conversation if you don't want to-"

"No, it's okay," she shook her head. "Well, the town's small. Nothing really stays private in Stars Hallow. There are a few stores, a diner that my mom and I go to all the time. The school's good. Most of the people of pretty nice. I've run into more problems with kids here."

I nodded.

"I can show you around sometime when you move out there," she offered.

I shrugged, "You don't have to worry about that. I was just curious about the nature of it, I guess."

"Are you sure," she asked. I nodded. "Well, I'm here if you need help adjusting... and I'm sorry about your dad's choice."

"Thanks," I grinned before standing up. "I guess I'll see you around, Rory."

She nodded and waved as I walked away.

--Time Skip--

I bit back a yell as I almost threw my phone on the sidewalk.

Every single promise of nothing changing and everything being okay was a load of crap. Something that had been whispered into my ear to make me trust the boy that I thought cared about me. When really... he was happy to just turn around and find the next pretty thing that caught his eye.

With a sigh, I shoved my phone into my pocket and walked toward Luke's. I shoved the door opened and pretty much plopped into the seat by the door. It was the first time I had seen the place empty.

"Don't you look like royalty," Luke commented, walking over. "Are you supposed to be at that Chilton dance like Rory is?"

"That was before my boyfriend revealed himself to be a total tool," I replied with a fake grin.

"Ugh, men," Luke rolled his eyes.

I chuckled, mimicking him, "Men."

"Coffee," he offered.

"Please," I mumbled. He nodded, going back to grab a mug for me.

"(Y/n)," I looked at the door. Dean was standing in the doorway. "Would you like some company?"

"Knock yourself out," I motioned to the seat across from me. He sat down just as Luke placed a mug of coffee in front of me.

"So... why are you sitting in Luke's while dressed like you're ready for dinner with the Queen," he asked.

"There's a dance at Chilton tonight," I explained. "I had a boyfriend that promised when I moved nothing would change... but that was not true... and he didn't have the nerve to tell me until tonight when he was supposed to pick me up to take me to that dance."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Dean mumbled. "What a tool!"

"That's what I said," I replied. "I should've known better. There aren't many Chilton guys that are amazing in the boyfriend department."

"Well, I'm sorry that you've missed your dance."

"Oh yes, where would I be without another dance with kids that didn't like me."

Dean chuckled.

There was a moment of silence before he stood up. He walked over and held a hand out to me.

I shook my head, "No... No... coffee first."

"The coffee," Dean grabbed the mug out of my hands and put it on the table before going back to holding his hand out, "will be there when we get back. Come on."

"Where are we going," I asked, grabbing his hand and standing out.

"Well, since you're sad about missing your dance, let's go dance," Dean said, pulling me out the door. He walked off the sidewalk and into the road. "Late night Stars Hallow isn't known for being busy."

"So, we're gonna just dance in the street," I asked. He nodded. I laughed at him. "Okay."

Dean pulled me closer. The dancing was awkward but it was nice, so much nicer than my time at Chilton.

"I should've mentioned that I'm not a very good dancer," he mumbled after a few minutes.

"You're thinking too much," I replied. "I am having much more fun doing... whatever this is than I have ever had at those Chilton dances."

I spun the two of us around with a laugh.

"Do you know how long I had to practice so I would be perfect at those dances," I asked. "I am so much happier without that stupid pressure."

Dean smiled at me, pulling me closer as we continued dancing.

I don't know how long we had spent twirling and laughing in the street. It was long enough for my face to be red and for my stomach to hurt from laughing.

Dean and I eventually stopped, just looking at each other with stupid smiles on our faces.

"I... umm... I should go," I mumbled. "It's late."

"Yeah," Dean nodded but neither one of us went to step away.

I seemed to zone out for a minute because the next thing I knew, Dean was leaning in and kissing me gently. I stood there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the butterflies in my stomach and the fuzzy feeling that swirled around in my head before I pulled away.

"Dean," I said softly. I trailed off.

"I overstepped," he stepped away from me. "You just went through all of that crap today and I crossed a line. I'll... I'll walk you home."

"Okay," I nodded.

I didn't know if I thought he overstepped. Yes. A lot had happened that night and it may have been a little fast. However, it's hard for me to deny the experience of kissing him. I'm truly not sure how I felt about the whole moment.

I followed Dean back to the sidewalk. As we walked, I grabbed his hand. It was nice. I grinned to myself.

"This is me," I pointed to my house and stopped walking. "Thank you for tonight, Dean. It was really nice."

"You're welcome," he replied. "I think I owe you for the coffee you didn't get to drink."

"Oh, absolutely," I chuckled. I started walking up the pathway. "Bye."

"Bye," he waved, going to continue his walk home.

I basically ran inside and to my room. I closed my door behind me and covered my face as a wide smile and an obnoxious blush started to form.

--Time Skip--

"Can we talk," I jumped a little when Rory suddenly walked up to me from behind. How long had she followed me?

"Umm, yeah, sure," I replied. "What's up?"

"Is there something going on with you and Dean," she asked.

"I... I don't really know," I chuckled. "Why?"

"It's just... Dean and I were a thing."

"Oh," I replied. I didn't ask, nor did I really care.

"So, I think it'd be a little rude to date your friend's ex," she grabbed my arm like she was trying to talk to something that just didn't get it.

"Rory, we've had two conversations," I explained. "It's a little bit of a stretch to say we're friends. You never mentioned Dean, so I don't really feel bad."

I went to turn around.

"You really don't see where you crossed a line?"

"No," I shrugged. "I tried to be your friend when I first got here, you shrugged me off. You and Dean aren't dating. I didn't cross a line. I enjoyed my night after I had been ditched by all of the people that I thought cared about me. You think we're friends... you didn't notice I wasn't at the Chilton dance?"

Rory looked down for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Rory, but I didn't actually do anything wrong," I shrugged again before turning around and walking away from her.

I walked to the school. He was leaning on the railing by the stairs. I picked up my speed as I walked over to him.

"Hey," he said with a smile before I leaned up and kissed him. It only lasted a few seconds before I pulled away again. "What was that for?"

"I may have turned the whole town against me because I didn't listen to the town's golden star," I replied. "So, I have now decided I'm done hesitating. I like you, Dean. You kissing me the other night was one of the best things I've ever experienced in... I don't know how long."

"I like you too," he smiled.

"So, coffee, after school," I asked. "You still owe me for that cup I gave up the other night."

"Sounds great," he nodded.

Dean cupped the sides of my face and pulled me into another kiss. Again, the butterflies swarmed my stomach and my brain started to feel fuzzy in the best way. I grinned against his lips before pulling away slowly.

"Now... what do we do about you turning a whole town against you?"

"I... nothing," I grinned. "If they want me to be a villain, fine. But I won't give them the satisfaction of a reaction."

"Sounds good to me," Dean nodded.

He grabbed my hand and we walked into the school together. No hesitation. Not anymore.

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[black-queen-rising]

Rhaenyra leaned into Rhaenys' touch gratefully, and listened to her words with an amused sigh, followed by a soft laugh. "To be blunt I think this hall would be rather ugly without the old thing, not that anyone could claim The Conqueror had aesthetics at the front of his mind when he forged it. I'm biased of course, but at least The Small Hall has all those stain glass windows, flattened stone and braziers, that's all there'd be left. The Dowager Queen may prefer it that way, but I suppose that's all the more reason to keep things as they are."

There was a sly, even spiteful kind of satisfaction that slipped into her tone when she used the title, Dowager Queen. It was not an affect she could allow herself to use around anyone but her closest confidants, but she could now, while they were alone. Her attention quickly shifted, though, as she mentioned learning to walk amongst the blades of their family seat. "My father used to say the same about me, but all I remember is being afraid of them, even by the time I was eight during that first fealty ceremony...I think he said it in hopes people would one day forget my first steps were taken to welcome Daemon home, perhaps in the hope that without my mother here to argue the point, or Daemon around to challenge him, I would grow to believe him."

Rhaenyra shook her head and let out another, much wryer laugh, "You have always been much more fearless than I and I don't believe he would've ever liked me better if I had become your equal in the quality. But I love you for it, as much as I am grateful for it; that fierce bravery The Conquerors had, that lives in you, and Daemon, and sparks up in our children. I could've never learned it from my father, I doubt I could've learned it from anyone except you...I've heard so many Lords remark it may have been the worst lesson I learned in your court," She flashed a wide smile as Rhaenys' thumb ran across her cheek, "I think that's all the more reason it's remained my favorite."

For someone so fond, accustomed, and driven by praise, Rhaenyra had never quite learned how to take it from those whose opinions she truly valued. "I'm more fortunate to have you by my side than any Lord or Queenmaker in this Kingdom. Our people are only lucky to have me because of your choice that I would be lucky enough to have you." She pressed a quick kiss to her Aunt's cheek in exchange, the new Queen had always been dramatically more adept in showing her affection by her touch than with her words. But Rhaenyra's stomach dropped a moment later at the latest reminder of just how great a toll the actions of those who did not share in their delight of her ascension to the Throne had taken on her whole family. She rested her head against Rhaenys' shoulder briefly, never having quite closed the heads'-gap between the pair present twenty years previous and ensured silence would not sit after choked words echoed in the hall. "I'm more pleased than anything as of late that I can say I'm as well as I could hope and mean it. Though I believe you and I are both well and truly done with apologizing for pain others have caused us, that does not change how I wish none of us had had to bear it. Wasn't it the Good Queen herself who said that those most stricken by grief have the greatest capacity for love?"

Rhaenyra straightened after that, her breathing returning to normal after several minutes spent holding back tears, and blinked quickly so her eye makeup would not run. Was it Rhaenys who had first taught her to do that? Or Laena? She couldn't remember now, and quickly turned the conversation towards lighter topics to avoid an entirely new wave of grief overtaking her. "Speaking of this hall though, I've had thoughts about redecorating, just a bit. I think this so-called grand carpet has been due for a replacement since the Great Council, I've been contemplating a design that incorporates our dragons for longer than I care to admit." The implication was still clear, however, for as long as she'd known her father was unlikely to be around to stop her. "And that thing is coming down before the coronation, though I take some pride in so far denying the boys' requests to use it as a dragon toy." Rhaenyra tilted her head towards the wrought-iron Seven-Pointed-Star hanging above the Throne, and then let out a giggle, "There may be a compromise to be made with a guild or two to incorporate The Faith in some stain glass instead. But what do you think? I must admit after the decade I've spent more or less stuck here, I find myself agreeing more and more with the seven-and-ten year old Crown-Princess who declared High Tide a prettier seat than her own family home."

“Our Queen to be,” Rhaenys remembered the tenderness in which her grandmother had said the words. Not only once, but repeatedly all through her childhood. The Red Keep had been as much of a home as Dragon Stone had. The halls had been her playground. The Throne Room had been her school room, where she had learned of all the lords and strongholds.

Her footsteps echoed as she stepped into the Throne Room. Empty, quiet. It no longer felt quite as free as it had when she was young and sitting on her grandfather’s knee. A soft chuckle rose to from her throat, what a distraction she must have been. Rhaenys stepped closer to the Iron Throne. Her father hadn’t lived long enough to ascend to the throne. Would her place in court be different if he had? Rhaenys wasn’t sure, wasn’t sure she even wanted it to be different.

Rhaenys turned to look at the pillar depicting her beloved grandfather. She was the oldest descendent and now she and Corlys were the only ones left. She grabbed her gloves from her belt, her intend to go down to Meleys and take her out, however her feet had carried her to the Throne Room, as her mind had wandered off.

Starter for @black-queen-rising

[mirambles]

First let me doff my hat 🎩 to Shin HaEun for the masterclass in writing that Hometown Cha Cha Cha is proving out to be.

Every.Single.Female.Character in this drama is brilliant and growing by learning from their mistakes.

HyeJin is the rockstar of them all - so flawed, so real , makes mistakes, has prejudices, will accept her fault and make amends. She is also setting great examples - If you molest my friend, I will kick your face and strike at the police station till the pervert is punished. I will not let a scamster trick a fellow woman, and I will not let the police victimise the victim further. I will not hesitate to call out baseless gossip and people who harm my profession. I will dress up for myself, not for that misogynistic boyfriend of mine and won’t hesitate to dump that fool. I will stand up for my man against my father’s prejudice and call his hypocrisy out.

Hwa Jeong is raising a great son in YiJun and doing everything she can to do right by her fellow village folks. She will call out NamSuk’s gossiping habit, but she will protect her tender heart that is healing from her little girl’s loss. She will not be afraid to attack the pervert who tried to harm her friend. She is so fearless , rarely shows her true emotions but is extremely caring and grateful towards DuSik for his grandfather’s help.

NamSuk is hurting and healing , and while she will add the fun and flair to the gossip on the chat group, she is firmly protective of her friend Hwa Jeong. If you ever grab my friend’s wrist in anger I will smack the shit out of you - ex husband or not!

Pyo Mi-Seon is the best friend you need in your life. I will call out my friend on her face, make her see sense, straighten her, but if anyone else says one bad thing about her - I will defend her over my dead body! No one can hurt her - no one!

The halmeoni trio - Gam-Ri ( Who I have declared as the President of Shikye Fan club) , badass Mat-Yi and Soo-Ja. The backbone of that GongJim friends group. They raised little DuSik with love and absolutely dote over him, especially Gam-Ri. They misjudge HyeJin at first, but come around to love and care for her when they learn she lost her mom young. You would expect given the cultural biases held against orphans and kids with single parents - these conservative grandmoms would be judgemental? But they are the opposite, fiercely protective and loving of their precious Shikye couple. Bringing HyeJin calming pills after the attack and food for Dusik’s grandfather’s memorial service. Gam-Ri dropping truthbombs on DuSik to be honest to HyeJin about his feelings and Mat-Yi going ballistic on the rash driver who snapped at HyeJin. I love this trio 😍

Oh JuRi can be an infuriating teenager, but she loves her dad more than anything else. She is so mature for her age that she understands the pain he is going through raising her alone and wants him to lessen his own burden, just be the dad and not play mom. And she says the most beautiful thing that helps HyeJin take small steps toward accepting her own dad’s second marriage and her step-mom : Why should one spend their entire life missing a dead person, there is nothing wrong in them finding happiness again.

Bo-Ra is the bully in town, but loves and protects her friend YiJun and is so,so proud of him! This pure hearted soul - who can’t stop crying cause she knocked out his front tooth and whose only aim after winning the singing talent show is use to the prize money to play games with YiJun. She is sorted and she is a keeper and YiJun you do not let go of her for the rest of your life!

And lastly HyeJin’s StepMom who stole my heart from scene one. She is fully in support of DuSik, straightens her husband and is a kind-hearted soul. She wants HyeJin’s acceptance, but doesn’t grudge her for not giving it nor forces it on her. She wants to bridge the gap between the father and HyeJin and wants them to be a family together. She is loving and kind and now with DuSik in the picture - I hope, I really hope, HyeJin finds in her the mother figure she has been craving in her life.

[sitp-recs]

(Perfect artwork for Modern Love, by @cambiodipolvere)

Today is the day of one of my favorite people! And I totally resent @tackytigerfic and Starry for almost sharing the same birthday, god the STRESS 😂 Tacky is my first and closest fandom friend. We clicked together so fast and easy that sometimes it feels like I’ve known her all my life, like we’re two dog moms living in the same neighborhood who happen to read fic in their free time. Despite our conflicting time zones and crazy schedules we manage to chat every other day, tagging and sending each other all kinds of stuff, coming together to cry scream about a brilliant fic we’ve just read or shaking our heads in embarrassment at every other unnecessary bullshit post. Tacky’s bright and wise energy uplifts my spirit even on my moody days, and makes me grateful for her friendship and for this fandom life. Okay so this got long and I had to put the rest under the cut:

It’s such a lovely and precious thing, to have someone with whom you can share every single thought that crosses your mind, your scariest, most embarrassing, petty or disturbing idea, without fear of being shamed or judged by it. I trust Tacky with all my heart to hear me out, share a joke or a piece of advice, even on the (rare) occasions when we don’t get the same perspective - that doesn’t happen often when it comes to Drarry, as we are taste twins!

Tacky my darling, you’re such a good person, and such an incredible friend. Thank you for introducing me to this lovely community, for being my safe haven and your unique self, with so many qualities I admire and feel inspired by: kind, witty, earnest, wise, and so very human. I love your humour and empathy, and your chill yet no-nonsense personality; I love your talent and how articulated you are; I love your passion for Drarry, and how you let this emotion inform the way you navigate the fandom and create for it. And god, but you’ve been creating some of the most beautiful content I’ve seen in these recent years! I’m permanently in awe of your ability to write Drarry in any shape, format or length, transforming even the most ordinary moment into an extraordinary and meaningful piece of character or relationship development. You know how you mentioned yesterday that some authors change the way you feel about a ship in a deep, definitive way? Well, you are that author for me. Your works made me fall in love with M-rated contemplative romance, and also allowed me to fall in love with Harry in a way I never thought it was possible before.

Some people - myself included - got to know you through the fun and intriguing A Lick and a Promise, others through the atmospheric and sensitive Modern Love, others through your contemplative and heartbreaking short form. Each story has its merits and purpose, and all of them share a Tacky trademark: the heartkick factor! Your talent has no limits and goes across different genres and tropes, that you explore with a bold twist full of personality and heart. And even more impressive is your consistency at always raising the bar - every new fic of yours becomes an instant fave and makes me think “wow I thought Tacky couldn’t get better yet here we are”. Seeing how your writing evolves as you find your narrative voice is a beautiful and humbling experience, I feel so lucky!

I’m really grateful for being active in the fandom at this moment in time, because that allows me to read and engage with your brilliant work, and to have you as a dear friend. I can’t wait to see what comes out of your beautiful brain next. It was an impossible job choosing a single fic to rec today, so I decided to do a belated Tacky reclist! Naturally these are my personal and biased must-reads, and I urge everyone to go check these beauties right now. Feel free to include your own favorites too, and don’t forget to leave them some appreciation.

Happy happy birthday my darling Tacky! This fandom life wouldn’t be the same without you. I hope you have the amazing day you deserve!

Between the Power Lines (2020, M, 3.2k)

The road trip fic you didn’t know you needed. I got utterly immersed in the heartbreaking quietness of this, feeling like a witness to an ordinary yet poignant love story. Such tender intimacy, such character development, such lovely American aesthetics with barely any dialogue. This is, IMO, the fic that reveals Tacky’s triumph in storytelling.

Even the Night (2020, M, 3.4k)

This fic has a surreal atmosphere, those Midsummer vibes unbelievably sexy and intoxicating linked to the sensorial experience of fumbling together in the night. Masterclass in tension building, a silky and languid dream-like affair.

Aim for my Heart (2021, M, 3.4k) - Harry/Draco/Ron

One of the most sensitive and stunning portraits I’ve ever seen of a poly/triad relationship, this fic packs so much character and longing! It’s a privilege to watch Ron and Draco’s tentative dynamics through the smitten eyes of the one person that loves them like no one else: Harry.

The Long Fall (2021, M, 3.6k)

I can’t even write about this tender domesticity without getting a lump in my throat. Best opening scene I’ve read in years, and a refreshing way to approach both mpreg and parenthood, painfully honest and lovely. This became an immediate comfort read for me, and it’s probably one of the fics I revisit the most.

Mortal Frame (2021, M, 6.6k)

This thrilling, fast-paced spy story left me breathless since the first paragraph, gods what an immersive ride! I’m so here for Drarry on the run, sharp and urgent with danger but mellowed by the silent trust and tender intimacy only Tacky can master. Major bonus points for the brilliant take on the Horcrux hunt plot line!

Last Offices (2020, M, 6.7k)

Oh, this fic 💔 I tend to avoid MCD but there’s something so deeply fascinating about body washing rituals that I caught myself mesmerized by this. I just couldn’t put it down, so emotionally compromised I felt. There’s a sort of strange comfort in the heartbreak of doing one last act of service out of devotion to someone. This fic inspired so many difficult but lovely feelings in me, and one of them was hope. Only Tacky could possibly achieve that!

Our Little Life (2020, M, 7.2k)

Inventive and singular, this story hit me straight on the solar plexus and left me speechless as I saw the (clever, magical and bittersweet) plot unravel. Such a fabulous take on alternate universes and all the angst potential behind it. Come and bask in the yearning melancholia of a short yet intricate and perfectly executed plot.

And One to Play (2019, E, 21k)

What a fun and delightful fic, I can’t have enough of pining Harry losing all sense of propriety when faced with a hot, competent and pragmatic Draco. This has fab dynamics, unhinged protectiveness, even more unhinged attraction between two idiots who can’t keep their hands off each other. A must-read for any Auror partners fan!

A Lick and a Promise (2019, E, 55k)

Hot, BAMF Professors carefully balancing a fuck buddies situation while solving a Hogwarts mystery, do we need anything else? I certainly do not. This fic is so fun and intriguing and immersive, with amazing supportive cast and a delicious get together feat secret shagging and oblivious pining. Love it!

Modern Love (2020, E, 61k)

My favorite read of 2020, this fic is a love letter to Drarry and will always hold a piece of my soul. Sensitive, wistful, tenderly aching and so very romantic, this is a Muggle Draco triumph with a superb Harry, exquisite slow burn and a side of suds comfort. I promise it will be impossible to listen to Bowie again without thinking of this love story.

Bonus: five stunning drabbles!

Something in the Way (2021, T, 119 words)

“Up,” he said, and Draco, sick with love, raised his arms above his head and allowed Potter to slide the jumper on him, big hands stroking it flat over Draco’s stomach until they both shivered.

Stir-Up Sunday (2020, M, 300 words)

“I want you always,” he said, tugging again on the fine curling length of it. “Is it okay to say that?”

Whalebone Arch (2021, M, 722 words)

“Are you still not talking to me?” Draco steered Harry towards the crisps. “Do I have to suck you off in the loo to cheer you up?”

Semiplume (2021, T, 923 words)

“Did you know,” Harry murmured, and he put his arms around Draco, fearless. “I’d be your mate. If you needed a mate, I mean.”

Relic Radiation (2021, M, 927 words)

“You’ll kill me,” Harry said, and Draco turned his face towards the darkened sky, lunar pale, his profile some stupid unearthly thing—a flaring blazar, a supernova—in the light from the kitchen window.

[eternally-writing]

grammys grief | knj

genre: fluff and angst

rating: G (no swearing or sexual content)

pairing: Namjoon x reader

theme: idol!au, boyfriend!au, one-shot

word count: 1.5k

warnings: none (Namjoon is pretty sad though)

synopsis: After a devastating Grammys loss, Namjoon comes to you for some comfort.

(A/N: Recording Academy if you’re reading this, I don’t like you.)

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“I’m sorry” were the first words you said as you opened your apartment door to see a sulky Namjoon.

“I just didn’t want to be alone right now,” mumbled Namjoon as he tossed off his shoes in your entryway.

You get it, or at least if you don’t get it you try your best to. You don’t know what it’s like to be a part of a chart-topping, record-breaking group that just got snubbed by the Recording Academy. You don’t know what it’s like to have the pressure of carrying the image of South Korea on your shoulders, but for Namjoon you’ll try, and you’ll do anything to take his pain away. 

There was a reason Namjoon always came to your apartment when he was sad. He usually tried to pass it off as him wanting to come over because you had a French press and could make his favourite coffee, but the truth was that being at your place felt like home. The caramel-colored walls and small knick-knacks lining your shelves enveloped Namjoon with a strong sense of familiarity. No matter what judgment seemed to face him in the real world, the four walls of your apartment harbored all his secrets and never told a soul, and you did the same. 

Looking over from your kitchen to Namjoon on the couch and seeing him bundled up into a tiny ball made your heart yearn in pain for him. Namjoon always seemed like a big, powerful leader, and you had never seen him look more small than he did at this moment. You wished you could take a photo of him and send it to the Recording Academy to show them how their terrible treatment of BTS affected them. The Grammys milked BTS for every bit of clout that they could with no remorse, and you hated them deeply for it. Of course the biased judgement of the Grammys was no secret, and honestly if the Grammys didn’t mean so much to Joon and the rest of the boys you definitely would just shun the Grammys all together, but this was Joon’s dream and you wanted to support him in any way you could.

Hearing the noises of your French press machine whirring to life in the kitchen, Namjoon glanced at your frame bustling around the kitchen. By the time you are finished and are carrying a mug of coffee over to your living room, Namjoon has already tucked himself into your blankets and curled himself into the corner of your couch. Looking over at you, Namjoon could see the look on your face that was silently asking “are you okay?”. Before the words could leave your mouth, Namjoon already beat you to sharing his answer. 

“It’s all good,” he mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders.

You sighed as you walked towards him. You had dealt with loud angry Namjoon, quiet angry Namjoon, crying Namjoon, happy Namjoon,  and even more. But you’ve never been around this Namjoon: quiet, frustrated, disappointed Namjoon. 

Taking a seat beside Joon on the couch, you laid a hand on his thigh and looked him in the eye. 

“I have watched you say “it’s all good” for the past 6 hours. Every interview, the vlive, and with the boys too. This doesn’t have to be “all good” Joon. You worked incredibly hard, you were successful, and you were robbed of an award that should have been yours. It’s sad, it really is, and I’m sorry this happened to you.”

You cuddled yourself closer into Namjoon’s side, wrapping your arms around him in an effort to help shield him from the negativity which he was facing. Nestling your head into his chest, you continued on. 

“I’m sorry they used you like that. It’s not fair and it shouldn’t be happening. I’m proud of you yknow? You were right about how amazing it is that you’ve come this far. The first Korean act to ever give a solo performance at the Grammys? That will go down in history.”

You heard Namjoon sigh and place a chaste kiss on your forehead. 

“I don’t know it’s just - to come this far and not win? It hurts. I don’t know, maybe I’ve been awake for too many hours and am just upset that I got fully dressed for absolutely nothing. But seeing Jimin so upset that he’s barely said a word all day? Hearing Yoongi crying in the bathroom because he wanted the award so badly? I know I wanted this award so badly, but I know the boys really wanted it too. I just feel like I’ve left them down as their leader.”

You could feel the pain in his voice. The rawness. The emotion. 

Kim Namjoon, the love of your life, was in pain and you felt like there was nothing you could do about it. If you could you would craft a Grammy yourself out of your own bare hands, but unfortunately you didn’t have any magical powers or welding skills that would let you do so. The best you could do is be a comforting voice and lend an ear to listen to his troubles.

As much as you wished you could handle this all by yourself, you definitely needed to call in some reinforcements. 

As you pulled your phone out and Namjoon could see you go to open twitter, he groaned. 

“Please no, Y/N. That dispatch article saying we failed was enough media coverage for me today,” he said as he turned his head away from the screen. 

“No I promise this is gonna be good, babe. Trust me on this ok? Give me 5 minutes and then we can stop if you want.” 

Relinquishing his time to you, Namjoon pulled you closer to him and leaned his head on your shoulder to get a good look at your phone. 

Namtiddie_appreciation: To Namjoon, the most fearless leader:  We are so proud of you. You have and will continue to lead BTS to keep breaking down barriers in the music industry, and it’s the Grammys loss if they can’t see your talent. 

shooky_cooky: I hope BTS knows how proud ARMY are of them tonight. They handled everything today with such grace and respect, and I have never been more proud to look up to them. The world needs more BTS!

Army_for_life613: I know BTS may not have one a Grammy tonight, but they are the reason I am alive today. I don’t think that I will ever be able to repay for the love that they have given me but I will keep supporting them forever! <3 

You looked up at Joon’s face to see the most genuine smile on Namjoon’s face that you had seen all day. 

Taking one hand to wipe the tears away from his face, you smiled at him. 

“There’s more you know,” you said, “I could read these to you all day. Probably for a couple days before I even start running out of tweets. But then we could move to Weverse to read the millions of comments over there too”

The sound of Namjoon’s laughter reaching your ears was the best sound you had ever heard. He stared down at you with a look of awe.

“I don’t know how you do it,” he said. 

“Do what?”

“Make everything ok no matter what. I barely knew how to comfort the boys, let alone myself. But somehow you always say the right things, so thank you.”

“You’re making me sound like a superhero, Joon. And as much as I would love to take credit for this, all I’m doing is reading out tweets. You could probably replace me with a robot if you wanted.”

Namjoon pulled you onto his lap and pulled you into the tightest hug. 

“Sure I could get a robot, but where could I find a robot that’s this cute?” he said as he pinched your cheeks. 

Giggling in Namjoon’s embrace, you continued to scroll on your phone, eventually showing Namjoon another set of tweets. 

“Speaking of ARMY though, they lowkey seem like they’re going to start a riot, not gonna lie. You should put out something to distract them or something,” you said with a chuckle.

With a quick nod, Namjoon pulled out his phone to show you the photo in question, ready to go in his Weverse drafts. 

You chuckled at the photo. That definitely is your sexy boyfriend. 

“That’s perfect babe, let them have at it.”

Soon enough, after posting the gym selfie, Namjoon’s photo had caused Weverse to break yet again (you’re never gonna stop making the joke about him breaking the internet). #BigHitclosethegyms was trending yet again, and you both had the time of your lives reading the funniest comments of the bunch. 

Tomorrow would be the start of BTS’s new journey to win a Grammy, but at least for today it was just about you and Joon reading funny comments and drinking French press coffee. And next year, you were sure that they were gonna win.

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