#oops i saved this to draft instead of posting. MY BAD

[nerves-nebula]

if i may ask, what's your writing process like for when you create a story ?

Bad and weird. Mostly I just think about it a lot, scribble down a few basic essential plot skeleton things, and then go over them and fill them in. And I do that multiple times on occasion when I’ve got more ideas. I’ve also got like 6 docs for loose stitches. One is the actual script, one’s an outline/plot skeleton, one is backstory & world building notes, one is like character speaking quirks or something- idk I’ve lost count at this point I really only refer to like three of them

Also, unless it’s like a short comic or one shot story, I don’t finish the script. If I waited to finish loose stitches script before I started it I’d never have started at all. Already, a bunch of stuff that’s supposed to go down in part 2 & 3 have been altered since I started drawing loose stitches 2 years ago. Partially because I wasn’t sure where things would go and partially because I’ve gotten a better hold on the characters & their backstories & motives since then which changes their arcs a bit. I still don’t know how loose stitches is gonna end, but I’m getting a better idea if it every day and I just write down one potential ending.

I picked up something interesting from the author of the webcomic Sakana, which is that I need to leave space in the script for me to improvise stuff so im not horribly bored. For me, a lot of stuff is vague. I make up a lot of character designs nearly on the spot, and I allow myself to change shit around so long as the main beats are hit on. It’s all good.

Also, when it comes to comics, your script is supposed to be written however you want. Any font any format as long as it’s good for you. Mine is prose-like but very informal and with interjections to remind me of stuff (character is holding x or puts y thing down, character makes a certain face, a description of a visual I don’t want to forget)

As for the writing side of things outside of comic scripting, it’s basically the same. Write a skeleton and fill it in. Main difference is that the prose are way more formal. I really don’t consider myself a writer, even though most of my art includes dialog and storytelling. Guess I don’t think I’m good enough at writing yet? Idk. It’s probably because I consider my sister The Writer in our family. Anyway hope that’s what you wanted.

[aesethewitch]

Ooooh! I have lots of ghost questions. I've recently moved into a veeeeery old house and have regularly been woken up at night for no perceived reasons (thirst bathroom etc). This has also happened to some guests such as a friend I had staying recently (however it only seems that women, not men seem to wake up... No idea why this is).

Many people have reported feeling like they are being watched from the top floor windows when they leave the house (that floor is yet to be renovated). People report that one side of the house feels different to the other.

When I first started being "woken up" this usually happened consistently at around 5am. Now it fluctuates. One interesting thing to note is that usually when I wake up in the middle of the night I feel groggy and confused. But wheneve I am wake up in those location, I feel surprisingly alert and my brain is ready to go.

This presence does not feel bad, just curious.

Any ideas, advice? I'd like to be able to sleep better at night, and stop feeling so spooked in the house in the evenings!

(OOP I saved this to my drafts instead of posting it, sorry about that!!)

[Obligatory "rule out mundane causes" disclaimer, including electrical issues, mold, squirrels/mice in walls, neighborly noise/activity, etc. goes here]

It's fairly common to be awoken by spirit presences, in my experience. Near-imperceptible changes in the atmosphere, sounds at the edge of hearing, and other sensory input will absolutely wake you up. If you're not waking up in a panic, that's usually a fair sign that you're a) not having nightmares you don't remember and b) have something hanging around that's just curious about who you are.

In general, the first step is to try and make contact with whatever's hanging around. It's possible that it's a ghost, but it may very well be something else. I often recommend trying to make contact on your own, to remove group bias, but you can include anyone else who's living with you if you like.

Choose an appropriate time. It doesn't have to be at night, but it can be easier to get into the "mindset" when it's dark. The times when it's more active will tend to be more effective, but spirits are usually around all day, so you could theoretically do this anytime.

Simply sit down with a beverage of your choice. Ideally, sit in an area where the presence is most active or can be felt strongest. Bring an extra cup or mug of whatever you're drinking and set it down in front of you. Aloud, invite the spirit to sit with you for a while. Introduce yourself, state that you live in the house, and state that you noted their interest.

Lay down some ground rules. For example, they could hang out wherever they like and peek at people around corners, but please don't wake anyone up in the middle of the night or scare people. Treat it sort of like you're introducing a roommate into your home. After some time, you might be able to ask the spirit who/what it is, exactly -- a person (ghost), a spirit of place, or something else entirely.

I've found that once people make contact with spirits that are around, they become less frightening. The more familiar you are, the less spooked you'll feel. And if you become fairly good friends with your spirit, they might become something of a companion! I've had spirits return lost items, help me remember things, and even turn out bad guests early.

[ilostyou]

also the fact that none of the vinyl she’s using for these variants is recycled…. i’m a billie fan but like…. bestie

i meant to post this earlier and somehow it saved to my drafts instead oops. anyway. i saw her website has info about the materials used for the vinyls (i can’t speak for the ones being sold like indie/independently etc) but! the whole thing is just not a good look to me. her interview was equally ripping on the ideas of like consumerism and variants to begin with as it was with those variants being wasteful/non recyclable or whatever and i’m just like. you’re really gonna go on and on and on about how inherently wasteful variants are and then have like 8/9 of your own???? you’re just making yourself look bad lol the point could’ve been just as (if not more) effective if the focus of the ‘complaint’ was about using better sourced material idk

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

sometimes before i sleep i'll think of something to do the next day and i know i'll forget so i make a text post in my drafts reminding me to do stuff and i know that one day my tired self will accidentally post one of them instead of save to drafts where it'll just be something like "forgot to make a slow gif of [insert bad description of a video scene here] so do that " and then in the tags will be like "and add a tag to [insert bad description of a certain gif here] because i just noticed [insert description of a tiny detail that i didn't notice before and want to point out here]" and everybody will be like "what" and then i'll realize it posted the next day and be like "oops"

[black-fireproofs]

Hey guys!! so sorry the race/quali posts took so long, turns out they got saved as drafts (oops) instead of uploading them. my bad! anyways, they’ll be linked to the original post i made about them here so if you want to check them out, here you go!

[perevision]

I was naively reading the first part thinking it was just an AO3 newbie who hadn’t figured out the ‘save as draft’ function…oops

(I miss the age where the ‘read more’ could say things besides ‘read more’…anyway, either skip or prepare to scroll)

I think the newer arrivals to AO3 have had no experience of the ‘archive’ intention of AO3. It’s not terrible to think of your creativity as a living thing that thrives on community, and there is one here. But it doesn’t grow in the same pattern as social media. The archive is for finished works, and by that I mean finished for posting. Even if you never write another chapter, or return constantly to edit the WIP you’re struggling with, or revamp the whole thing on a whim. What you posted was a whole piece of work, which you wrote with the simple intention of writing it. Adding something to the archive which is not a work, but a promotion of the possibility of future work, seems counterproductive to the whole system. Not to mention frustrating to author, readers and archivists.

If you need external motivation to begin creating that’s not bad either, just not a task for the archive. There are some great communities out there, and AO3 will be waiting with its kudos function to receive the results when you do start writing. Blogs, writing groups, Discord servers, Tumblr, Twitter…lots of choice. Also, there’s nothing wrong with just starting to write on AO3 and tagging the thing “wip”. There are people who will see and appreciate it eventually. Trying to rush the process with empty chapters might end up putting off readers instead. @squirrelstone put this better than I did, but it needs repeating that AO3 specifically does not allow this self-promotion.

It’s also my opinion that it’s refreshing to just produce content without having to pander to algorithms once in a while. People can be smart about it with tagging and posting times, and boosting on their social media, but…just writing, posting and seeing what happens is good too.

(Were people doing this on Wattpad? I was never on it so I don’t know if it was a regular practice there.)

TLDR: if you need motivation to write maybe find a community first, and then post stuff to AO3. Empty “trailer”-style posts might annoy potential readers, and WIPS often attract passers-by anyway.

there is a new scourge on AO3 that I discovered recently...

that scourge is "Placeholder fics". This is thing, where someone posts a "fic" on AO3 with a summary and tags (and sometimes even a complete tag), but when you click on the "fic" the content of the "fic" is something like:

"coming soon" or "in progress" or "an idea I'll write someday"

This is a scourge on AO3 tags that directly violates TOS Section IV, as it is spam (sect B) and inappropriate content (sect H) (not, strictly speaking a fanwork).

If you see these "placeholder fics" on AO3 REPORT THEM. It is easy to do.

Link the fic in report and in the description, you can write something like this:

The linked "fic" is a so-called "placeholder fic" where the author posts a work to a tag and the only content is the words "In progress". The "fic" appears in tags, yet contains no content, so I would consider it to be spam. Thank you!

(This, btw is the actual thing that I wrote to report one of these a few weeks ago)

If you want to get jazzy you can even mention that you believe the "fic" violates TOS IV.H (which is what the AO3 mod told me in the email response to my report) or TOS IV.B.

You can report anonymously if you want afaik. Once you submit a report the AO3 moderators will get back to you at some point to update you on that report and action taken.

This is a simple way that YOU can make AO3 better today. If you see a "fic" that violates TOS in any way, REPORT IT. There are literally millions of fics on AO3 and the moderators can't possibly go through all of them without YOUR help.

I suspect that the people who are posting these "placeholder fics" are probably very young people who are very new to fandom and fanfiction and do not know better. If you are reading this post, and you are one of these people, know that I don't hate you, I just want you to know that what you are doing is a violation of the AO3 TOS and that it fills AO3 tags with spam, preventing readers from finding actual fic to read. There can be (and certainly are) MANY fics on AO3 with the SAME names, if that's what is motivating this.

AO3 isn't a social media site, it's an ARCHIVE for fanfiction. If you want to communicate with your following that you are planning on writing a new fic, use your tumblr, your reddit, your dreamwidth, your substack, your pillowfort, your livejournal, your bird site or whatever the fuck you have to do this. Link your socials in your bio on AO3 if you must. Mention it in the author's notes on your latest work. IDK, just don't post empty "fics" on the ARCHIVE.

[simpfortetsu]

wap: wet ass pasta

☾ atsumu thinks it’s a good idea to cook and dance at the same time, instead he sets the food on fire

pairing: miya atsumu x gn!reader

warnings: descriptions of bad dancing, so really none. this is not proofed

genre: fluff, crack??

word count: .5k

note: this only comes from the fact that @yourlocalghostiee and i think that atsumu cannot cook or dance. and if he did dance to wap he’d look like this 🦟🦗🦟🦗

cooking was definitely not atsumu’s specialty. that was osamu. but he did try to learn a thing or two from his twin so that he could cook for you sometimes. really on the days that you were exhausted from school and he got back from practice early.

so tonight he was cooking and scrolling through tik toks. he wasn’t making anything fancy, just some pasta. the tik toks entertained him while you took a quick shower and the sauce was simmering. he was even more entertained when he saw addison rae’s mom dancing to wap.

“babe! babe look,” his laughter is louder than the music when he shows you his phone, but you know the dance and can’t help but laugh seeing the older woman attempt it. your laughter heightens when atsumu has given you his phone, with it read to record.

“what is this for?” you shake the phone in his direction and he’s going to stand across from you on your kitchen floor.

“ya have to record me doin’ the dance angel face,” he retorted, getting ready for you to start the music.

you counted it down for him, but he could also hear the count down of 3..2..1.. from the timer and as the lyrics began to play, atsumu began to... flail?

you tried to hold in your laughter as you watched the man you’d known for quite some time, attempt to make a thirst trap. but he was failing miserably. he could move his body, you’d give him that much. but his arms on the other hand were a different story. he definitely looked like he didn’t know what to do with them and that just made the video even better.

he made you do two takes just in case but you recorded the other one on just the videos and sent it to yourself afterwards. for safe keeping totally not for blackmail of course.

“alright babe let me see,” he tried to grab the phone from you but you decided it’s be safer for you to hold it. and when you pressed play, atsumu’s face flushed beside you. “we cannot post that,” he spoke finally.

“ah okay,” but before he even had the chance to save it to his drafts you pressed post. “oops?” you spoke, an impish grin on your face as you made your way around the counter so you were on opposite sides.

“WHYYYY,” atsumu yelled, though it came out more whiny then anything. “babe ya know the whole team is goin to make fun of me for that.” his complaints were lost on you as you did your best to evade him. but he was an olympic volleyball player after all, so he finally caught you.

“don’t worryyyyy. it doesn’t even have that many...” you trailed off as the page reloaded and the views showed. he already had 100k views and almost as many likes. “ummmm, so about that. i think it’s good.”

and before he could respond, the whole kitchen filled with smoke. “MY PASTA!” atsumu yelled, grabbing the sauce pan with a rag and putting it in the sink with water.

as you stood there, clutching your stomach from laughing so hard, you knew two things for certain. other than the fact that you loved him. miya atsumu was not a good cook. but he was an even worse dancer.

[noethicalconsumptionunderdisney]

Just saw your delightful post about Laex’s houses and I wondered how you would sort the rest of the family ? Also , @wisteria-lodge wrote a post about Gryffindor / Slytherin that would probably interest you .

Holy shit, I am so sorry this is getting back to you so late, anon!  This got lost in my Drafts and I totally forgot about it until I was recently trying to dig some stuff back up and got slapped in the face with this.  So even though this is months and months (and two Sorting essays lol) later, let me try to answer this the best I can:

(Links to Alex, Justin, and Max and their respective essays, so I don’t have to repeat myself)

Everyone else (...that I bothered to sort at least) below the cut:

All of the other Big Characters:

* Jerry Russo: Slytherin/Ravenclaw.  

Slytherin Primary- He broke off from the wizard world and chose a normal life because he met The One, and figured that being mortal was worth it if it meant being with her, going against what was expected of him from his community, and everything he’d believed about himself in order to do it.  

I also do believe he’s ambitious to an extent about his sub shop-- he certainly seems to care the most about whether it does well, and we know he cares a lot about his family legacy from how upset he was when it seemed that legacy would end (the times the kids might all lose their powers, that time they almost lost their lair).  Beyond that, he doesn’t seem to give much thought to the world outside his family, or even to his long-lost sister, who’s likely been kicked out of his inner circle, so I don’t think saving the world has ever really been a huge priority for him like it is for the kids.

Ravenclaw Secondary- One reason he makes a really good teacher is that he knows and remembers most of the spells the kids need to learn.  What he doesn’t remember, he can always look up in a spellbook, which he has a ton of.  He also has a lot of various magical trinkets that he’s collected over the years.  Plenty of them have value in terms of teaching, but I really do think most of their collection is because he thinks they’re neat.  This is also probably why they have a subway car as part of their sub shop, so that he would have a reason to use it, and therefore have a reason to have it.  

(You could argue Hufflepuff Secondary in regards to how he invests in his business, but even there, he likes to cut a lot of corners and doesn’t seem to feel particularly bad about doing so, as long as he doesn’t get in trouble for it.)

* Theresa Russo: Hufflepuff/Gryffindor.  

Hufflepuff Primary- She could be Slytherin too but I keep circling back to how much she cares about the traditions and cultures she left behind, and how, while she is happy in the life she has with Jerry and her kids, she’s still genuinely sad about losing that connection.  I also think about it in terms of her difficult relationship with Alex, how she calls her mija, how she pushed so hard to give Alex a quinceañera (that she didn’t want), how she was upset that Alex was failing Spanish, and how out of her depth she is with the wizard world.  

It has to sting a bit that her husband’s world, which she has no real connection to outside of him and the kids, has such an impact on everyone’s daily lives, while her world kind of gets left behind, either because the kids aren’t as interested, aren’t as exposed, or because she has to keep her extended family away from her immediate family so that magic doesn’t get exposed, how she has to follow the rules of a world she doesn’t even like that much.  Or perhaps she doesn’t like it because she’s lost so much to it.

Gryffindor Secondary- The Movie in particular solidified this one for me, just the way she gets curious about magic and Jerry and Max’s journey even though she thinks they’re strangers, dives headfirst into it despite Jerry worrying about letting a mortal be part of the adventure, and how she sees a parrot turn into a human, who is clearly Bad News, walks right up to her, and tells her all the shit she’s been put through and why she needs that stone.  

There are great moments from the show, too-- the ones that stick out to me are her talking back to the van Heusens when she knows damn well they’re vampires, and her getting Alex to teleport her to Megan’s so she can stand up for her kids’ right to have their powers, powers she doesn’t even like most of the time.  She definitely has a temper, and it’s usually played for laughs, but I also think it fits because she’s an incredibly brave person, and while there are definitely times when she runs away scared, more often than not she’ll stand her ground even in times of danger (and probably a few times where she maybe should’ve been more careful...).

* Harper Finkle: Slytherin/Hufflepuff

(Note: I like to think of this one as the Best Friend sorting, because it’s used a lot with Main Character’s Best Friend (and the Girl Friday, but this is Disney Channel so that’s not as common here), and because that combination tends to make for some pretty damn good ones.)

Slytherin Primary- I think it’s very possible Harper has a Hufflepuff Primary Model here, because it took me some thinking and rewatching to decide this, but nah, Harper’s best friends with Alex for a reason, and it’s not out of, like, the goodness of her heart or whatever.  Harper does like being part of things -- she enjoys being part of the Russo family, she enjoys being in clubs in a way Alex doesn’t get, she was excited to be invited to Gigi’s tea party because she thought she was being included in their “high society lady” rituals -- and she likes doing the nice, kind, good thing, but on the occasions where she does act purely in her own self-interest, she doesn’t feel the least bit guilty about it.  

We see this side of her more in seasons 3 and 4, but as early as season 2, we see her taking advantage of Cupid’s arrow making Justin fall for her even after Alex informs her of the situation (and only starting to hate it when she gets tired of his clinging, not for ethical or compassionate reasons), happily accepting the ribbons that make Alex’s Gryffindor squirm, because “it’s about time she got some appreciation,” and deciding she’ll continue to work for the vampires that just tried to eat her and her best friend because she “kinda needs the job” (honestly, mood tho).

Hufflepuff Secondary- More often than not, it seems Harper is taken advantage of rather than the one taking advantage, though, and I think this is why.  Working hard makes her feel good!  Being dependable makes her feel good!  She’s upset when it’s revealed that Alex used magic to help her win at everything she tried when she was little, and that she’s actually bad at those things.  She cares about earning her accomplishments, not just getting them.  She has a perfect attendance record and she cares about it a lot.  And that’s the core of what a Hufflepuff Secondary is: show up every day, and try as hard as you can.

She also prides herself on her moral support.  She’s generally willing to drop everything to help Alex and the thing she got the most furious with Alex for saying was that she was a bad friend.  This ties back to the Slytherin Primary thing, but I think it has a lot to do with how much work she puts into everything, and how much work she does for Alex, when Alex won’t do her own, and she doesn’t even mind doing it, maybe even likes doing it, as long as she gets credit for her dedication.  Luckily, Alex does appreciate her as a friend, even if she doesn’t show it as often as she probably should, and has her moments where she’ll come through for Harper too.

* Juliet van Heusen: Ravenclaw/Gryffindor.

Ravenclaw Primary- She goes against her natural instincts to hunt humans and instead sticks to animals as the more “ethical” path.  Granted, she was given a soul by her parents, which both helps her blend in better and might be what leads to her more ethical behavior, but I do think her Ideals are something she chose to live by, rather than something that was given to her, and I think part of why she likes Justin is that she connects with him intellectually, so I lean Ravenclaw for her Primary.  

Gryffindor Secondary- She tends to be pretty forthright and brutally honest a lot of the time.  She tells her parents she’s dating Justin by just... shouting that she likes him and then running back to tell him, she answers Zeke’s question about a horse-drawn carriage by implying that she killed them (for context, he’s a mortal), and she motivates Justin to win by bluntly telling him she’ll have to break up with him if he loses his powers.  She’s restrained enough to keep her vampire secret, but... not very restrained outside of that.

* Mason Greyback: Slytherin/Gryffindor.  

Slytherin Primary- His main motivation seems to be Alex, and he’s very singlemindedly dedicated to her most of the time.  The only times I can think of where he isn’t focused on her is in that first episode, when he wants to paint dogs, and only gets focused on her when she casts a spell on him, and in that moment where he sees Juliet again and confesses his undying love (oops).  He says afterwards that werewolves are “very loyal,” and I think based on the episode where we meet Mason’s parents, we can infer that that means “loyal to their own,” as they don’t like him dating a non-werewolf.  They might not include Alex in their definition of “their own,” but Mason clearly does, and puts her above everything, even citing her as his main motivation to “stay good” against Gorog’s influence.

Gryffindor Secondary-  For his impulsivity and temper, yes, but also for his dedication to Big Romantic Gestures, which I think are the ultimate Gryffindor Secondary love language.  Not that other Secondaries can’t perform them, but I think with Gryffindors it’s more likely to be a regular thing.  He tries to be more subtle in the apartment arc and it comes out more passive-aggressive, and then he ends up Doing The Big Thing anyway, like breaking the elevator in desperation or running to Bermuda to save Alex.  Even the big sculpture he makes Alex for their anniversary earlier that season, while it does take a lot of time and effort, there’s still this element of just throwing yourself wholeheartedly into something and focusing exclusively on the thing until the thing gets done (to the point of neglecting everything else) that feels more to me like Gryffindor Secondary’s battering ram than Hufflepuff Secondary’s slow and steady tortoise.

...+ a few others I thought were relevant:

* Zeke Beakerman: Ravenclaw/Ravenclaw.  To his own detriment, even: when he runs for president against Justin, he ends up voting... for Justin, because he really thought it through and Decided that Justin would probably be the better leader.  (And then retracts it because he’s morally opposed to Justin not voting.)  It’s played for laughs, but I think that does show he puts ethics before himself (and... possibly before reason.  Such are Idealists, lol).  He also likes to gather a lot of obscure knowledge and hobbies such as clogging, collecting skills because he finds learning them fun.  Ravenclaw, through and through.

* Stevie Nichols: Gryffindor/Slytherin.  Perhaps a much more stark example than Alex on both sides: more unscrupulous and more mischievous on the Slytherin side, more committed to her Cause and her Ideals on the Gryffindor side.  They bond over their shared Slytherin-ness, naturally meeting in detention because where else, and I actually think their shared Gryffindor is what ultimately comes between them- Stevie wants to convert Alex to her Cause, Alex freezes her and lets her die (maybe?) because she believes her Cause is evil.  Because unfortunately, sharing the same emphasis on Ideals and method for determining them, doesn’t always mean you’ll have the same ones.

* Rosie: Slytherin/Slytherin.  She lies to Justin when she meets him, saying she’s a wizard, when she’s actually an angel, and it doesn’t get much better from there.  She turns her wings white around Justin and acts good right up until she has him, then she starts influencing him to turn bad, so when it’s revealed she’s an Angel of Darkness, he’s too far gone to be upset.  But that Slytherin loyalty works both ways -- while his Slytherin loyalty to her made him do bad things and join the Angels of Darkness, her Slytherin loyalty to him made her convince Alex to save him, because she’d fallen in love with him for real and wasn’t okay with Gorog disposing of him once he’d outlived his usefulness, and that caused her to turn on Gorog for good, and then For Good, when she rejoined the Good Angels.  Just as she was the one who turned Justin to the dark side, she’s the one who turned him back to the light, and I think they were able to have this influence on each other because of that shared understanding of Slytherin loyalty.

... And I think that’s more than enough for now!  It’s been fun to think about all this, and even better to finally share it.  Again, sorry it took so long, but hope you enjoyed!

(P.S.: Btw, totally agree on that Gryffindor/Slytherin post-- it fits Alex so well (though definitely more the Jack Sparrow/Lovable Rogue variety).  I’m glad you see it, too!)

[rynhaswritersblock]

tiktok famous (hc) - part four | p.p.

summary: episode four of tiktoks with y/n and peter ayooooo

warnings: cussing. what's new LOL

+ + +

- BACK AGAIN

- these are the imagines that i can pretty much just pump out because the plot line is like already layed out for me

- in conclusion i like writing these lol

- okay SO

THESE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE IDEAS::: spideybparker starbabez mrose12623 elliedevotee lilcassipuff buckybigbutt

THANK U! <3

^^ if you've changed your username i'm so sorry whenever i get requests i write down the username and it's lowkey difficult to track who is who and if they've changed it ahhhhh

- aight

- lets get into it

- yuhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- i'm gonna be saying yuh get into it so much in this imagine i apologize in advance

- like it's kinda bad

- oops

- so y'all know those audios that are like the fake calls

- it's like that man's voice he's like "hey whassup shorty your man around?"

- THAT ONE

- so naturally

- y'all know where this is going

- you and pete are just chilling (this is how all of them start. i feel like a broken record. help)

- you're like FUCK IT LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS

- you start recording

hey whassup shorty

- peter goes into FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE

- he's just playing video games (fortnite aye) but the  S E C O N D  HE HEARS THAT RANDOM MAN'S VOICE

- fuckin RIPS OFF THE HEADSET

- EYEBROWS FURROWED AS HE LOOKS AT YOU HE'S LIKE

- huh wHAT NOW

- ????!!!!!!!!!!

- you fail at keeping a straight face cause the fucking AUDIO

your man around?

- a wheeze FLIES out of you mouth as peter SHOOTS UP FROM HIS CHAIR

- big "FUCK NO!" energy

- mans practically jumps on top of you

- he's like angry and confused at first but then he sees how hard you're laughing and just gets even more confused

"what was that?"

- his voice is all high cause it does that in tense situations

- puppy face is loud n clear!

- babey

- meanwhile you can't catch your breath for SHIT

- so you show him the video as you continue to literally die

- as soon as he realizes he just melts

- he's like laying on top of you and buries his face in the crook of your neck before bursting out into laughter and holding you tighter

"you can't do that!"

- god me thinking about that happening irl is giving me BUTTERFLIES

- sexc

- okay this one is another fake phone call

- just gonna jump into it it's pretty much the same situation

- in this one you two are over 18 btw

- for ~legal reasons~

- the audio starts playing with the ringtone and peter just glances over

- he's too busy watching b99

- naturally

hey this is dr. alvarez! we received your pregnancy test results

- WHAT

- peter has never jumped so hard in his LIFE

- tv is PAUSED even captain holt has the shocked expression (who am i kidding it's holt his facial expression is as dead as a brick)

- 🅱eter literally yells

"WHAT"

- audio keeps going

is there a time next week you could come in and talk?

"y/n what"

- he runs over to you and you bust out laughing as he looks at your phone and realizes it's a tiktok

- an annoyed smile pulls at his lips and he groans and wraps his arms around you

"you had me there for a second"

- let's just say peter parker had family on his mind a LOT more since then

- wink wink

- k SO

- queso

- haha

- anyways

- y'all know that one sound

pussy so good i could save that shit for later

- welcome to straight tiktok!

- so y'all just chillin on his bed as best friends do

- on ur phones and shit

- and peter parker is a basic bitch so he has the led lights

- which i want SO BAD btw ugh my room would be such a vibe

- update i'm editing this and i just ordered some ayooooo

- anyways they're currently blue so like

- innocent

- chill

- but THEN

- the audio starts playing from peter's phone

pussy so good-

- you gAsp as the lights turn red

- ur like

- holy shit i didn't know parker could do that

- next thing you know peter's hand is on your chin/jaw (just about ur neck OOPS)

- his mouth is practically ON your ear

- you see him holding his arm out in front of you recording and you can't help but laugh

- but DAMN

his jawline is out and everything and he's fucking SMIRKINGGGG as he whispers the lyrics into your ear

- BUTTAFLIESSSSSSSSSSSSS

- big mattia vibes (btw that man is NOT attractive i'm sorry)

- moving on

- i know i've written one of the ones where you kiss your best friend

- but time to turn the tables

- oh how the turn tables

- time for y/n to be a bad bitch cause WE MAKING THE FIRST MOVE!!

- hell yea!

- so it's late right

- like late late

- at least midnight (sleep schedule is MESSED from quarantine though so honestly late rn is like 2 or 3 in the morning yikes)

- and ur hella bored

- on tiktok

- the fuck else do you expect?

- and you start doing the thing where you start thinking about getting up and doing something and you think about it so much that you physically can NOT sit there any longer and must Move or Die

- i KNOW i am not the only one

- so that happens

- and you're like FUCK IT

- so you walk out of your room and into peter's next door

- oh to live at avengers headquarters and live next to peter parker

- you just fucking stroll in

- peter's fat ass just goes "hey thanks for knocking"

- meanwhile you can't even stand to look at him because you're afraid that if you do all of your confidence will VANISH

- so you set up the camera and start recording

- at this point peter's sitting up and just watching you cause he's so confused

- and

- (HERE WE GO)

- it takes everything in you not to RUN OUT

- but you walk over to him

- wrap a hand around his neck

- tilt your head and lean down

- when peter realizes what's going on he's like OH MY GOD

- fight or flight response HITS except its JUST FLIGHT

- HIS BODY CHOSE FLIGHT

- he fucking REELS back

- can't even process that his best friend and crush since EVER just tried to kiss him

- sdfjksdkfjsdfg

- DKJFNHSKDFNSLA

- you're like fuck! so you turn to start  r u n n i n g   a w a y

- but then his hands wrap around your waist

- you FLY backwards and laugh as the two of you flop into the bed

- and he kisses you

- mwah ha ha haaaaaa

- don't ask why the evil laugh just accept it

- i am tired yes it is only 8:43pm i am still tired

- NEXTTTTTTT

- so y'all know those povs where it's like you find out your soulmate's first words on your bday

- well

- ha

- you and peter are bored because ~ q u a r a n t i n e ~

- chilling at headquarters

- bored in da house and i'm in da house bored

- and peter's like "imma make a pov!"

- okay!

- so i'm just gonna lay it out for you HERE WE GO

- he has the generic countdown thing (text boxes saying 3...2..1! you know the deal) and then he looks at his wrist and it says "hey spider-boy!" and he gets so flustered - next clip it's him running into "you" (obviously you're not actually in it but he does the text box thingy) - you're asking about what it says and try to get a peek but he pulls away - next clip it's right before your bday - and then you find out your quote and it says "it's spider-MAN! cause i'm a man!" - and peter is just looking anxiously/happily at the camera

- PERIOD

- i hope that was a good visual idk i tried

- and uhhhh yeah that one stays in the drafts bc he doesn't wanna expose himself

- moving right along by the way it's raining rn and i'm listening to my kind of woman by mac demarco and UGH this song makes me so...... jkdfhsdk

- OKAY THIS IS ANOTHER STRAIGHT TIKTOK ONE

- but it's cute so

- fuck it

- y'all know it

i wanna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes babe

- mischievous as ✨hell✨

- oh my god i got another idea okay i'm writing that after this one

- anyways!

- you and peter are chilling

- note: i yell at myself every time i write that because the AMOUNT OF THESE THAT START THIS WAY GOD

- he's watching netflix or something idk

- fyi outer banks is overrated sorry not sorry

- yell at me if u want but

- it's riverdale for vsco girls

- you set up the camera and start recording

- audio starts playing and you climb into his lap and he's like WOAH

- you like put your hands on his cheeks/jaws lol and you start mouthing the lyrics

- but the THING IS (pt 1)

- homeboy catches on pretty quick

- and

- fuck

- he starts MOUTHING THE LYRICS BACK

- you deadass have to take a second and reel back to catch your breathe

- but the THING IS (pt 2)

- HE'S GOTTEN ALL INTO IT

- SO HE PULLS YOU BACK IN

- UR FUCKIN FOREHEADS ARE TOUCHING AND YOU BOTH JUST START REALLY AGGRESSIVELY MOUTHING THE LYRICS

- kinda hot doe

- something for u to think about at night

:)

- hey bitch this is a reminder to write about the fairy comments

- thanks past me

- SO

- hmm lemme think

- okay

- so

- okay yes

- so peter-man posts a tiktok of him doing flips n stuff

- like very generic white boy look at me doing things

- and it's very impressive

- but

- you decide to just GO AT IT IN THE COMMENTS

- LIKE TOTALLY ANNIHILATE HIM

- i'm just gonna write some examples

- fuck me for writing this on a computer finding all these emojis on here is very difficult

- oh well

- here we go:

- oh my god a squirrel just climbed up the tree in my front yard and it caught me so off guard my heart skipped a beat

- wait okay irrelevant

- for real this time here we go:

you ate that 💕🧚‍♀️⚡🌟next time make it me instead 💖🧚‍♀️✨ omg peter you came on my fyp 🧚‍♀️💖✨but make it on me next 🧚‍♀️💕✨🦋 a necklace 💕✨🧚‍♀️⚡but make it your hands ✨💖🦋😌

- and so on

- lets just say when peter saw those

- his face got SO RED

- TOOK HIM AT LEAST TEN MINUTES TO COMPOSE HIMSELF

- AND THEN HE RAN INTO YOUR ROOM

"y/n what is this"

"uh fairy comments"

"but they're so-"

- you just stare at him and like

- shrug

- but knowingly

- HAHA OKAY NEXT ONE

- okay i took a break to go sit in the rain and eat hawaiian rolls 10/10 experience def go do that next time it rains

- i think i wrote one like this but with the supalonely dance

- so this time

- we doing the savage dance

- first of all that song is a BANGER

- second, the dance is SO FUN

- so it's the same thing as last time

- you set up the camera but have it face peter instead of u sneaky sneaky

- and then u start doing the dance of course

- and obv peter is like yuhhhhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- clapping along and smiling and whooping

- supportive bby

- but THEN

- YOU THROW IT BACK

- HOMEBOY DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING

- HALF OF HIM IS LIKE OH FUCK I SHOULD'VE STOPPED HER

- OTHER HALF IS SAYING holy shit !

- once you finish you look at peter and he's just like 👁👄👁

- lol

- anyways

- you watch that video MULTIPLE TIMES afterwards

- okay in this one you and pete are 18+ because

- we like being legal 😌✋

- but it's one of those where you walk out in front of your boyfriend naked

- so peter just got home from patrol and climbs in through the window of y'alls shared apartment

- oh to live in an nyc apartment with peter parker UGH

"y/n? i'm home babe"

- the camera is shaking because you're laughing so hard and kinda nervy

- but you walk out of y'alls room and peter just turns to you

- nearly drops his fucking mask

- he's shocked for a second before he gets such a big smile on his face and throws you over his shoulder

- hehe

- okay last one i love this one sm this tiktok came up on my fyp and i immediately though THIS IS Y/N AND PETER

here it be::

https://www.tiktok.com/@wizqueifa_/video/6826567570116611333

god i hope that works and y'all can watch it lmk if u can't like if the link doesn't work or anything

- okay basically it's that tiktok but u and peter

- like that video EXACTLY everything about it is perfect

- that's it lol

- and i recommend watching her other tiktoks with her boyfriend bc their relationship is adorable and it's totally y/n and peter

- okay i think (hope to god) i've written all the ones that y'all requested

- i think i might only do just one more part of these???? idk i feel like if i just keep going on with them (cause obv trends keep coming) half this book would just be the tiktoks lol

- ANYWAYS

- peace out homies i love each and every one of you

- be kind to urself and try to be productive

- i'm gonna go try and write some more so

- yes

- MWAH <3

+ + +

hi i hope you guys are doing well

ily

[dvp95]

quiet on widow’s peak (2)

pairing: dan howell/phil lester, pj liguori/sophie newton/chris kendall rating: teen & up tags: paranormal investigator, youtuber phil lester, dan howell is not a youtuber, online friendship, slow burn, strangers to lovers, nonbinary character, trans character, background poly, phil does some buzzfeed unsolved shit and dan is a fan word count: 3.2k (this chapter), 6.4k (total) summary: Phil’s got a list of paranormal experiences a mile long that he likes to share with the world. Abandoned buildings, cemeteries, and ghost stories have always called his name, and a particular fan of his has a really, really good ghost story.

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"Do you remember the Wilkins place?"

"I'm well, thanks." Martyn's voice is dry, and Phil finds himself grinning at the wall despite himself. "How are you?"

"Good," says Phil. It's mostly true, although he could do without the piles of clothes he's sorting through. He holds his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he picks up a top of Sophie's and starts a whole new pile that he's calling delicates, aka things he's absolutely going to screw up somehow. "People think the Wilkins place is haunted."

There's a beat. Presumably, Phil's brother is trying to fit the name into adolescent memories to see where it slots in. "Oh, that wreck in Rusholme? It hasn't been condemned yet?"

"Apparently it's still a hot spot for binge-drinking teenagers," Phil says.

"Well, sure. But haunted? Really?"

"That's what I said!"

Phil feels a little vindicated by the skepticism in Martyn's voice, to be honest. His friends hadn't taken his weird feeling seriously at all.

"I mean, it's a dump," says Martyn. "More likely to be haunted by a bunch of rats than anything else. Why haven't we heard this before?"

"According to my sources," Phil says, only feeling a bit ridiculous about referring to a bunch of strangers on the internet as 'sources', "the activity only recently started. Which makes me think that someone's lying, or maybe one incident kickstarted everyone else's imaginations?"

"Both could be true. Why don't you ask Ian to go check it out?"

It's not exactly a sore spot, but something inside of Phil still twinges at the question. "He's a little busy, isn't he."

"So am I," Martyn says in that same dry, familiar tone that makes Phil feel as comforted as his mum's fretting or his dad's bad jokes do. "And yet here you are, on my phone."

"You don't have a toddler," Phil points out.

"I don't? Yet here you are..."

Phil snorts a laugh and drops all of the socks he's gathered into an empty basket. It's as good a place to start as any. "Shut up, Mar. I'm at least six."

There are, literally, enough dirty socks and pants between the four of them that Phil has a whole load of just underthings. He spares a moment to be grateful to Sophie for not including her bras, because he'd have no idea where to begin with those. He sighs and picks up the basket, fitting it against his hip with one hand so he can hold his phone with the other.

"Well, I can ask around," says Martyn. "I think my friends might be past the point of sneaking into abandoned houses to party, but maybe they've heard something from their annoying little brothers."

"Ha, ha," Phil says dryly. "Think I should contact some of the people making these claims?"

"Deffo," says Martyn. "If you can record them, it'd be best."

"Yeah, that way I can use them in the video," Phil hums, setting his basket on the washer and opening every cupboard to try to find the detergent. "I mean, if they're okay with that, obviously."

"I actually meant because your bullshit detector is dysfunctional, so me or Peej will have to tell you if someone's lying."

"Wow, rude. Whose fault is that?"

"Yours," Martyn informs him dryly. "Just because I told you Santa would pull you up through the chimney doesn't mean you had to believe me."

Phil rolls his eyes, but he's grinning. Maybe it's just a big brother thing, or maybe it's their personalities, but Martyn isn't wrong - Phil has a hard time telling when someone is lying to him. Martyn was always good at lying with a straight face and seeing right through Phil's outlandish stories.

"I still blame you," says Phil.

"Alright," says Martyn. "When are you coming to visit?"

"Probably not ‘til after this one," Phil says slowly, glancing at the kitten calendar on the fridge. They'd let one of their milder housemates pick this year's after everyone got tired of looking at Chris' previous choice of nude knitted puppets.

"Yeah? You gonna head up north for this one?"

In the very last cupboard he checks, Phil finds the detergent. He wants to be annoyed about it, but the truth is that Holly's habit of switching around the kitchen when she's anxious has saved many a pack of biscuits from expiring behind some flour. Phil has never once been useful to anybody when he's having a meltdown, so.

Phil absentmindedly loads the washer while he considers Martyn's question. Maybe it would be best to check the place out for himself, see if anything's really going on. He likes being on-site best, trusts his own gut more than he trusts strangers' eyes.

The problem, of course, is that Phil's childhood home is up for sale, he has no money for a hotel, and Ian's gone and got himself a child. The last thing Phil wants to do is impose or, like, get roped into babysitting. A trip to Manchester might be out of the question for him right now.

"Maybe," Phil says, noncommittal.

Martyn sees through him in an instant, like always. "Want me to ask Mum if they've got any viewings next weekend? I'm sure you know not to trash the place."

"Have I ever once trashed the place? Don't answer that," Phil adds, remembering the shaving cream incident.

A huff comes down the line, and Phil feels the same pride at making his brother laugh as he had when he was seven and making weird noises out the car window. Yeah, he definitely needs to go to London soon, the Isle afterwards - he hasn't seen his family in way too long.

"I'll let you know what's buzzing, if anything," says Martyn. "And I'll call Mum for you and all. I know you get weird about asking them for favours."

"I get weird about asking anyone for favours," Phil says instead of a thank you, because if he gets weird about asking for help, then Martyn gets twice as weird about reacting to gratitude.

"Except me."

Phil smiles, watching the rainbow of socks and pants spin. "Yeah. Except you."

--

Laundry does end up taking Phil most of the day, but he doesn't mind much. It's the least he can do when Chris always does the first draft edit for him, PJ reminds him to take his EMF meter and his meds when he's packing for an overnight, and Sophie sends him pages upon pages of research while she's at work. He's so fond of these people, and he appreciates all they do for him, but being in debt to them - and not in sole control of his projects - makes Phil feel like he's got ants crawling up his arms.

While he waits out the machine cycles, Phil starts putting feelers out into this story. He checks the sources linked to him again and shoots off a couple of direct messages and emails to see if any of the people posting about the Wilkins place are eager to chat one on one.

He's got his laptop set up at the kitchen table and he's on his third coffee of the day when it occurs to him that he's not out of the woods of owing favours just yet. He clicks back into the Tumblr submission that started this spiral.

He decides that he needs to thank this person, at the very least, and maybe offer to buy them a coffee or something when he's in town. They did so much of Phil's grunt work that it feels weird not to pay them back somehow.

"Well, I can't exactly do your laundry," Phil murmurs to the screen. He hopes none of his other housemates are milling around to hear him.

Another click, and he's on the blog. It's minimalist and monochrome in a way that makes things easy to read, but not very interesting to look at. Phil's eyes start to glaze over as he scrolls through, because it's entertaining enough but - well. It's a typical Tumblr blog. That familiar mixture of memes and rants about social issues and some gifs from shows that Phil doesn't have time to watch. There are a lot of familiar walls of text tagged as personal posts, but Phil still can't parse them without really trying.

They do reblog Phil's video posts, though. That makes him grin.

He scrolls back up to the top of the page to shoot them a message and immediately gets distracted by the bio.

winnie. 21. any pronouns.

For someone who sent Phil a wall of text that could be mistaken for copypasta at first glance, it's surprisingly succinct. Phil takes another swig of his coffee and tries not to get caught up on the last part of it.

Any pronouns? What does that mean, any pronouns? What if Phil uses the wrong ones? He isn't exactly a queer theory student, and as much as he supports everybody under his little rainbow umbrella, he's got to admit that a lot of things still go over his head.

He dithers for so long that his laptop screen goes black, and he makes a face at himself in its reflection. Surely he's overthinking this.

Hi!, Phil types, and then accidentally hits enter. He was just trying not to send the fan a paragraph back, but, fine. Oops. So I'm looking into the things you sent me on the Wilkins place and I'm really impressed by the amount of time you put into this? Like it makes MY job a lot easier haha. Is he a triple-texter? He's a triple-texter. The first one didn't count anyway. So thanks!!!!! I'll def give you credit in the video, but is there anything else I can do to pay you back?

Not literally, he wants to add right after he's sent it. Oh, well. He can't just keep spamming this poor person's chat. He hopes it's obvious that he'd offer monetary compensation if he had it.

Phil leaves the Tumblr tab open and works on editing for a little while. It's almost frustrating how bad this video is, how little effort and energy Phil has started putting into these, and he doesn't know how to fix it short of rethinking his entire career.

He could easily keep churning these out for as long as people watch them, but. He's not having fun anymore.

The Phil on his laptop screen is asking questions, wandering around a cemetery just to see if anything will happen, and Phil can't help comparing it to things he did last year, the year before that, the year before that - it feels like his content is declining as his enthusiasm for the topic does, or maybe vice versa.

Phil zones out for so long that the dryer chime goes off from the hallway, echoing through the old, creaky house. He'd given up on sorting the loads after the fifth shirt that could belong to any of them, so he just takes his own things out and folds his housemates' clothes into one basket.

They can figure it out, he's sure. There's only two bedrooms between the three of them, so there's only two closets, and Phil has gone so long without knowing who's officially sharing that it would be awkward to ask now.

Phil swaps the load over and goes back to his laptop, even though the very last thing he wants to do is continue editing and uploading this mediocre video.

The thing is, Phil doesn't need his content to be perfect. He's happy to post things that just make him laugh or have a nicely spooky vibe or whatever, he doesn't need to solve mysteries every month or two. It's just that. He can hear how little he cares about it, lately. It won't be long before people notice, if they haven't already.

Phil sighs and exits the project. Maybe this video is best left unposted. He's not happy with it at all.

Maybe, if this Wilkins place video doesn't pan out, Phil can start redirecting his energy into a different type of creative output. He's got so many stories bouncing around in his mind, he just needs to figure out how he wants to tell them.

It sounds like his father's voice inside his head, telling him you can't chase ghosts forever. He wishes he still had the gumption to disagree with it.

His laptop makes a little noise, and Phil blinks back to reality. He has to click on a few different tabs to figure out where it came from, but then he realises that he's gotten a response on Tumblr.

Phil smiles despite himself and gets ready for another difficult-to-read message.

Sure enough: UHHHHHH hi hello what the fuck i didnt expect you to say anything this is so weird i am being so weird right now um like no problem? i was procrastinating an essay and this was more fun to research so you dont have to thank me or pay me back whatever that means like i was just fucking around its fine but thank you?????

Phil thinks about the four word Tumblr bio again and snorts. Maybe Winnie wanted to seem as cool and minimalist as their theme itself was.

Procrastination or not, I appreciate it!, Phil replies. Would it be ok if I use you as a reference?

?????????????? i mean yeah but what the fuck, he gets back almost immediately.

It's nice to see you know some punctuation! Sorry if it's weird to reach out like this, I just wanted to like acknowledge the work you put in. I don't have to mention you in the video if you'd prefer!

The sound of the front door creaking open and slamming shut interrupts Phil's nervous typing. He freezes for a moment, fingers still on the keyboard, but then PJ comes in the kitchen with a little salute and several bags of craft supplies, and Phil can breathe again.

It isn't that the other people who live in this house are bad people. Far from it. It's just that, of the people Phil has opted to share this large space with for nearly two years, only three of them have made any kind of effort to understand Phil. The others are nice enough, he supposes, but sometimes they come and go and new people replace them and - Phil isn't exactly good with change, is the thing.

So he relaxes when he can talk to PJ instead of making small talk with someone who thinks he's weird and too messy. "Hey! How's your day?"

"Better than yours," PJ laughs. He drops all the bags on the table and starts puttering around the kitchen. "Hungry?"

"Please. And it wasn't so bad, I got some work done."

"Yeah? Any new info on the new haunt?"

It's incredible how genuinely interested PJ always is in Phil's work. Phil grins down at his keyboard and shrugs a bit. "Some. Mostly just poking around right now, though. Mar's asking his friends too. Oh, and I thanked the person who sent it in."

"That's good," PJ says. He's putting the kettle on, because that's what PJ does when he comes home. "How'd they react?"

"Mostly confusion," Phil laughs. He glances at his screen to see if Winnie has responded - they haven't - and chews on his lip a little bit. "Hey, Peej? If someone says any pronouns are fine, what does that mean?"

"Generally," PJ hums, "it seems like it would mean any pronouns are fine."

"Oh, shut up." Phil runs a hand through his hair, always anxious about getting stuff like this wrong.

"I'm not joking," PJ says, although his tone is still light.

"Oh. So it just... doesn't matter?"

"Not to some people, I guess." PJ leans against the counter as he waits for the water to boil. At least he's smiling, although Phil can't help but notice that it's a little patronizing. "You do know that I'm not a gender guru, right? I'm barely a gender novice. I failed gender out the gate, buddy."

Phil knows his cheeks are pinking up a bit, but he rolls his eyes. "Shut up," he repeats. "You still know way more than me."

The shrug he gets in response makes Phil huff a laugh. This isn't something they talk about, but Phil has been present for enough of Chris and PJ's conversations that he'd gotten the idea.

He wonders if PJ cares that he's bringing it up. Is he making PJ uncomfortable? They don't talk about this.

"Stop spiralling," PJ says easily. His smile is warmer, now. "I don't hate you, nobody hates you, and the fan who doesn't care about pronouns certainly doesn't hate you. If you're that worried about upsetting them, though, you can always ask."

Maybe he's known PJ too long. He's grateful for it, still, so relieved that he doesn't have to voice the swirling anxiety of doing something wrong when he only has the best intentions.

"I guess I could do that," Phil mutters, embarrassed by how easily he's been read.

Winnie's responded by the time Phil looks back at the chat window, a lmao yeah ofc thats fine i just cant believe you want to, im not trying to b weird ive just been a fan for a really long time?? (used a comma for you too) (and brackets) (youre welcome) that makes Phil smile.

Awesome! And are the name Winnie & they/them pronouns fine to talk about you with, or do you prefer something else for this?

no yeah thats good idc how you refer to me, is Winnie's immediate response. It's stupid how much of a load feels like it's been lifted off of Phil's shoulders at that easy reassurance.

"You were right," Phil informs PJ.

PJ nods, solemn, as he stirs his noodles. "I often am."

"You're annoying, also," says Phil. "Hey. D'you wanna come up north with me?"

"Phil," says PJ dramatically, holding the wooden spoon up to his heart. "Are you asking me to run away with you?"

"No, absolutely not, stop making that joke." There's no way in hell Phil is going to keep putting up with this from both of them, and PJ is more likely to listen to him than Chris is.

PJ laughs. "Yeah, yeah. You going to see the haunt?"

"If my parents are okay with us hanging out for the weekend, yeah."

"Oh, okay," says PJ. "We're just waiting on confirmation that Kath and Nigel want to spend time with you? Might as well pack now."

"Your stuff's folded," Phil says helpfully. PJ throws a noodle in his general direction. It flops onto the floor between them, a sad, wet spiral of a thing, and Phil touches his nose at the same time PJ does.

"Well, one of us has to pick it up," PJ says in his Reasonable Adult voice, as if he hadn't thrown it in the first place.

Phil looks at his laptop, valiantly pretending not to see the floor noodle, and blinks.

and i mean i havent seen any of this shit firsthand but if you need to ask me anything about the stuff thats gone down im always free. like literally always.

[asexualbert]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Racetrack Higgins & Albert DaSilva, Platonic Ralbert - Relationship Characters: Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Finch (Newsies), This one asshole OC, (anyone who’s not Race and Al is just mentioned) Additional Tags: Self Loathing, punching walls, Hair Dye, Bad Past Relationship, Friendship, Platonic Relationships, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

Albert gets in his head and makes some rash decisions. But Race is there for him.

A late entry for day 2 of the #NewsiesQuarantineProject

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So I realize that I saved this to my drafts instead of posting it so it’s even later than it already was.

Oops.

@watchwhathappensfromafar

[queenrandomblogs]

The way he looked at her so tenderly it was cute and revolting at the same time. She was laughing at something his friend said. She was beautiful. She was practically perfect. With her cute short hair and small yet fit stature, who wouldn't like her? Not only that but she was smart and kind too — popular as well. What more can anyone ask for? He was beautiful as well. The perfect boy, they called him. Smart, athletic, good-looking, nice, funny — they were both perfect. They had their flaws, yes, but to everyone, they were perfect. To everyone, they were meant to be. To everyone, they were star crossed lovers. To everyone, they were the "It" couple. To everyone...but me.

To me, they were just another one of my friends. To me, they were just one of the few people I trust my life with. To me, they were one of they few who understood me. To me, they were the people who helped shape me to become who I am today. To me...they were just that one meant to be couple that I have the unfortunate luck of liking one them, maybe a bit too much for it to be platonic.

That's right, I like one of them. I like one of my friends — not just any of my friends but the one half of the ultimate "couple". Amazing, no? |

She stared at the screen in front of her as she wondered how she would continue her story. Bags were under her tired eyes as she had once again stayed up late to continue writing. A yawn threatened to escape from her lips but she held it down, fearing that even just the slightest of sounds would wake her darling mother up and now that wouldn't be such a pretty sight. Her eyes flickered tiredly to the bottom left corner of her laptop and mentally cursed herself at the time that stared back at her.

3:27 AM

She was running out of time and she knew it. It was her fault though. She could have started sooner and this wouldn't have to happen yet here she was again procrastinating till the last second before jumping to stay awake to finish her project. This time though it wasn't for school. No, it was for her own personal problems. Valentine's was nearing — or rather, Valentine's had come and she has yet to post a Valetine's special in her story. It wasn't needed, she knew that. She could have just typed out "Happy Valentine's" or write a short poem but no — her overachieving mind won't stand for it. She has to do something big and writing a Valentine's special was her plan. Problem is though — it's already Valentine's and she's barely started. Don't get her wrong, she had started before but every one of her drabbles just seems too cheesy or too sad for her and she wouldn't stand for it, removing and deleting paragraphs over paragraphs before re-writing or writing a whole 'nother idea than the last. Her hand reached up and ran through her messy hair before slowly going down to her face and rubbing it. She was tired. She had class tomorrow and she barely slept a wink — sure she's done it before, by that she means going to school with little to none sleep, but that doesn't mean it sucks any less. She's used to it, even got a schedule on what to do when it happens, but the idea of having to fight to stay asleep in class and keep her grades up while worrying about her Valetine's special and her upcoming seatworks and projects isn't really appealing to her. Or at all.

Small padded footsteps can be heard a few ways behind her making her turn and smile tiredly at the sight of her sleepy dog who stared at her before merely going to her feet and laying down. She sighed and bent down to ruffle her fur before sitting back straight again and staring at her laptop and the words typed in it, wondering just how she should continue. After a while of staring, she reached a hand out and promptly erased her drabble and hovering a hand over the keyboard, a new idea already in the making.

Valentine's day — A. K. A. The day couples use as an excuse to be more PDA than usual and spoil their partners. I hate it |

Nope. Too bitter. She erased it again before drinking from her cup, frowning when barely any coffee reached her lips, and hovering her hands on top of the keyboard yet again.

A cheer can be heard from a few ways behind her as yet another person confessed to their crush and got a yes. Her eyes rolled at the thought. How the hell do people even find the courage to confess when she could barely ask a classmate for a pencil without panicking? But then again, that was only her — maybe it was different for other people? Maybe. |

A sigh escaped her lips as she found her hands hovering above the keyboard, not knowing where to go next. She was never going to finish this on time. She closed her tired eyes before snapping them open at the small whisper of a notification, though she flinched at the sudden sound. Her eyes skimmed across the words before shaking her head with a small smile. They knew her too well.

New message from 'Fami-REE'

Sleep.

She looked at her dog before sighing. She'd have to finish this later today. With that, she closed her laptop not without saving her draft and grabbed her dog before going to bed to at least have some sleep before she goes to school.

==

That's it. She's going to die. If not by the hands of her friends then by her very own. A small groan escaped her lips as she laid her head on the wall beside her, staring with tired eyes at her teacher who droned on and on about something — Was it Linear Equations? Or was it Probability? Honestly, she didn't care anymore. All she wanted was sleep yet she can't have that. She's one of the honor students meaning she has to keep her grades up. Just great. Her eyes flickered to the empty seat next to her as her stomach churned at the thought of her sick friend before flickering to the girl in front of her and surpressing a wince. The girl in front was her friend. A very, very concerned friend who had smacked her the moment she saw her eyebags. Her eyes then tiredly swept across the classroom before settling at the front of the class and on her teacher. She must have looked dead right now. With her eye bags and her somewhat messy hair but what she didn't know is that she didn't look dead. Honestly, she just looked as if she was in a bad mood — her glasses covered her eye bags pretty well apparently. She watched as her teacher's eyes swept around the classroom obviously thinking of which student they should torture with questions next. Their eyes was about to settle on her but she had flickered her own to one of her friends which made her teacher call on her friend and not her. Oops. She flinched a bit. Sorry.

Time seemed to both drag and pass by within a blink of an eye as even though she felt as though the day would last forever, it was already their break. It was only half day for them meaning that they can leave before lunch but they still had recess — most commonly known as free period. Her friend — the one who had smacked her — pulled her to her feet and had her go downstairs to buy food for her stomach. Damn woman. Still, she let her friend drag her downstairs and buy her food to eat. Once the food was given, she slowly but surely began to eat, listening half heartedly to her friend's conversation with one of their younger schoolmates — a student who was a year below them she believed? — and putting in her input here and there. It seemed as if her friend had decided to tell a random stranger — to her knowledge that is — that she was Pansexual and began teaching said stranger about the LGBTQ+ community with vigor like no other. The thought made her smile, half fondly and half teasingly.

"So you can come out to a random stranger but not come out to your parents? Okay," She teased knowing full well how hard it is to come out to your parents before laughing lightly as her friend turned her head at her and started spluttering reasons why then laughing along with her. She was starting to wake up now. That's good. Her eyes flickered to the sudden movement a few ways to her left and she furrowed her eyes slightly at the sight of people she hadn't seen before. What were they doing at her school? Seeing her confused face, her friend sighed and reminded her. "Our sister school is practicing their concert in our school, remember? That's why we have a half day today. To give way to their practice."

"Oh."

That was all she could say as she went back to eating. Her friend, used to this, simply went back to her conversation with the stranger not realizing how deep in thought she had actually been. Her mind tried to find reasons why she was so disappointed all of a sudden. Was she disappointed that they weren't new students? Not likely. Was she disappointed that their sister school's practice had been the reason why they had half day? She wasn't complaining but maybe she thought it was for something else? Maybe she thought her school decided to be nice and give them more time to spend tine with their family instead of spending Valentine's day at school? Maybe.

But as her eyes swept around the area she sat in the cafeteria, she was suddenly reminded why she hated Valentine's so much as she saw the multiple roses and gifts other students, mostly girls, carried. For her, Valentine's was just a day to rub it in her face that no one loved her like that and no one probably will at the lack of gifts given to her. Her eyes looked back at her still conversing friend and frowned a bit when she remembered that her said friend had gotten chocolate from one of their other friends — one from the year below them — yet she had received none from that friend. She was being selfish though and she knew it. They all had been busy and of course they wouldn't be able to give gifts to each other that much. Plus the friend in the year below them knew her friend — the one who smacked her arm and forced her to eat — longer as she had been a transferee last school year while her friend had been in the school since 5th grade. Of course people knew about her friend. Still she couldn't help but feel a bit bitter at the thought yet didn't complain, mostly because she feared the answer. Maybe the friend in the year below them hated her and this was how they decuded to show it. A bit dramatic for her to think about but drama was in her veins so you can't blame her. She feared the thought of not being enough.

A cough broke her off from her thoughts as she looked at her friend who'd apparently been calling for her for the past minute. She smiled a sheepish smile before slowly standing up and throwing her trash in the bin, her friend following her lead. She waited for said friend to fall into step with her before the two walked together upstairs, conversing about nothing yet anything at the same time. Mindless chatter, one would say. The two reached the third floor — the floor their class was held in — before the two slowed at the sight before them. Yet another one of their friends from the year below was blocking their way to class. The two friends shared a look before approaching the younger student. The two barely reached them when the younger student began ushering her away. Ouch. She tried not to let her hurt show and succeeded for the most part — anyone who paid attention would have seen but luckily for her, no one was paying attention to her, at least not to her knowledge. Before she could even make a joke or a smart remark to cover her hurt, the younger student promptly told her that one of her classmates — another one of their friends — was inside their classroom which is why the whole class from the year below was screeching. Understanding and knowing that it was only a way to make her go away, she relented and went inside, immediately asking her other classmate friends what was up. One of them simply told her that the friend — the one who was in the year below them and inside — was being forced to hug one of her classmates — A.k.a. said friend's crush. Her still a bit sleeping mind struggled to process the information as suddenly one of her other friends began talking to said classmate — the crush of the younger student — and asking if he could hug her friend instead. Her body and mind worked on autopilot as she suddenly went to her classmate and her friend before asking her classmate as well to hug her friend with her hands in a prayer position as if begging. Her classmate took one look at her and her friend before promptly agreeing. He went to her year younger friend before looking back at her.

"What do I have to do?"

"Hug her."

Her words were immediate and without a thought. Her classmate nodded his head and turned around before giving her year younger friend a hug that barely lasted a few seconds — it was short yet enough for people, including her, to start cheering. But as her mind suddenly caught up with her actions, she stopped midway to her cheer and merely smiled a small, happy looking smile as she realized just who exactly the classmate had been. It had been her crush. Her crush that was silent and suffering. No one except a select few knew and even then, they didn't know that it was back or that she still liked him seeing as that she'd only told them once about it and barely brought it up ever again. The hug ended a few moments ago yet people were still cheering and she was still smiling, her eyes hollow in thought. Her eyes flickered to her classmate — her crush — no, her friend who caught her gaze and smiled a small tiny smile of greeting before she suddenly turned around and walked away. No one noticing the sudden slight shift in her mood. After all, no one cared about her enough to notice.

She saw her friend — the one who'd smacked her — still with her friend who had been the one to send her away and went to them before uttering two small words and smiling as if she was happy for them — as if she wasn't slowly dying at the ingrained picture of the two.

"They hugged."

But of course, her friends took no notice of the pained undertone in her voice and merely said their pride for their friend before going back to their previous conversation. Knowing with a heavy heart that she was not needed, she went away and walked towards her other friends noting how the friend he had hugged was in the group before sharing her happiness because yes, she was happy for her friend, she truly was —she just didn't wish she had to suffer for it because there was no way she would tell them she liked the same guy. No way. She had to be a good friend and she couldn't do that by liking the same guy as said friend — even though in this case it's admitting seeing as that she already liked him, she just didn't admit it to everyone yet.

"Ay! He hugged you huh? How does that feel?"

She briefly thought of the countless times she'd hid her pain with jokes and almost laughed bitterly at the thought yet held herself back.

"It was really nice."

The way she'd said it with a blush told her she enjoyed it really and smiled a small smile — one that many thought was of fondness but was really of sadness as if she'd realized something that made her give up.

"You really like him, don't you?"

"I do."

The fact that there wasn't any hesitance in her friend's voice made her heart ache yet she still smiled as if nothing was wrong.

"Well then, I wouldn't know what that feels like."

Lies.

"I've never really really liked anyone before."

Lies. Why do you do this?

"No one really caught my eye yet."

Lies again. Why do you hide?

"I've never experienced having butterflies in my stomach yet or anything like that..."

Again, lies. Why can't you just tell them?

"But — I wonder, if I do like someone, would it make me as happy as you are around him?"

Yet another lie. Her eyes saddened at the thought of her pain for merely liking the one guy she shouldn't have liked but of course, they interpreted it as sadness at the thought of not liking someone ever and being alone. They never did interpret her sadness correctly.

"It will."

She had to resist the urge to scoff at that and merely just smiled and nodded her head slowly.

"It will huh?"

It won't. It didn't now. It won't the next time.

With that she rushed to say her congratulations for the hug and before noting how all her friends were busy and simply, silently, walked away and to the restroom praying that no one would be there.

Fate was on her side that day as no one was in the restroom making her sigh in relief. She went to one of the many unoccupied stalls and locked it before closing the lid of the toilet and slowly sitting down. She clasped both her hands together and bowed her head down as she stared hollowly at the floor beneath her, knowing that she was too tired to cry but was awake enough to feel hurt. She put her head on her hands as she closed her eyes wanting to just wake up and find out it's all a dream but it isn't. She knows that and plus there's this part of her — the kind soul in her — that knows that if it was true, if it's all a dream then her friend wouldn't have actually hugged him and as much as that would have made her okay, it didn't sit well with her, remembering just how happy her friend had been. She was mean but she wasn't mean enough to wish to remove someone's happiness for her own. But even then, she allowed herself to be selfish in her short moment of privacy. She allowed herself to think of what would have been if she had been the one hugged and what would have been if she had confessed to him once upon a time instead of chickening out. Different possibilities surged through her mind as she allowed her tears to form yet refused to let them fall.

After composing herself, she walked outside the stall and splashed water to her face, happily noting how she didn't look like she was about to cry, before walking outside and back to her friends who didn't seem to notice a thing. She took a deep breath before she reached them. This was it. Time for the act. With that, she continued walking towards them with a happy smile, immediately joking around with them and hiding her pain behind her mask like always. She'd be damned if she let them knew what was really happening in her mind.

==

Stressed and tired. That's what she was right now as she laid on her bed with an exasperated look on her tired face, her phone a few ways away from her hand. At the sound of a ping, she turned around and looked at the notification before opening her phone and immediately going online. She scrolled down and checked who pinged her before suppressing a groan. Yet another person had complained to her about something. You see, she was a staff of a server and lately a lot of people have been complaining to her about something and now she had both Online and IRL problems to deal with. She closed her phone before rolling back to her previous position. It's been four or five hours since she got home from school and she has yet to receive a gift of any sort from any people she knew and the fact made her heart ache in pain.

She was about to cry or at least whine like a child when she received a notification. She suppressed a groan, thinking it was another person complaining, but rolled over to her phone nonetheless. Her hands wrapped around her phone as she opened it. Her eyes scanned the words of the message and immediately she was smiling.

New message from 'Bunch of Dumbos'

Wholesome Dumbo

HAPPY SINGLE'S DAY MOTHERNOTFUCKERS!

The fact that 'Wholesome Dumbo' refused to call them MOFOs was enough to make her laugh. She opened the groupchat between her and her fellow server staffs which became her online friends and immediately responded.

Awkward Dumbo

It's nearly night for me but Happy Valentine's to you too

Not even a second later he responded saying that she was too far ahead in time and she laughed. Each and every staff lived in different parts of the wrold and therefore, they had different time zones making it hard for them to communicate yet they without fail manage to talk to each other every day. It was somethine she's always looked forward to everyday. They were her anchors when life isn't the best to her. She smiled as she replied to his text saying that he should blame time zones and all that. A laugh escaped her lips when another staff member chatted back and said that they were being loud but still said Happy Valentine's day or rather, they said "Happy Single day" because they all just didn't have Valentine's that day. It was like the domino — or was it buttefly? — effect took it's place as one by one each and every staff woke up or checked their phones and suddenly, they were all chatting and joking around as usual. It was when she was laughing at something another staff said that yet another staff member decided to speak up but this time in a more serious note.

Wholesome Dumbo

I cherish you guys, you know that right?

The words were enough to make her world stop as 'Wholesome Dumbo' continued his speech about cherishing her and the other staff. Her heart felt light and her eyes stung as he continued with his words. A smile graced her lips as he ended his speech with a small note.

Wholesome Dumbo

Happy Valentine's day. I love y'all.

She felt like crying then and there because no one had ever said that they loved her. Not straight up anyway. Her heart was hammering with love yet it wasn't romantic. It was pure platonic, familial love that was running her heart. And suddenly, her mind woke up and she remembered that Valentine's wasnt just a day for couples but a day for people to show their love. After all, it's not the day of love for nothing and there are so many more kinds of love other than romantic. Just because Valentine's is usually associated with couples and all that doesn't mean it's all about that. No, it's a day to show people how much you love them. Sure, you should do that everyday — you should show your loved ones how much you love them everyday — but Valentine's is just a day to remind us about that. Or at least, that's how she interpreted it. And so, with her mind that barely got any sleep last night finally up and running, ideas swirled around her brain and she smiled. Time to write.

Awkward Dumbo

I love y'all too. I gotta go now though — I have an idea to write. Thanks for the wake up call!

With that, she closed her phone not without reading the replies of goodlucks and supportive notes they gave her. Adrenaline pumped her veins as she grabbed her laptop and started to write with vigor like no other. Her mind ran so fast that ideas — both previous and new ones — merged together to make a story that satisfied the young writer's mind.

A few hours that felt like minutes to her later, she was nearing the epilouge. She typed in the last few paragraphs in mind and as she finally clicked on the last period, she took a deep breath and leaned back on her pillow before reading her creation. It was based on her. It was of a girl who wondered what will happen on her Valentine's day when she suddenly saw something heartbreaking for the gal. She had then ran and her friends saw her before rushing to comfort her. They managed to do so after a few moments and suddenly, they were all joking around and having a moment. And in that moment, the main character realized that just because she was single and it was Valentine's and yes, her crush apparently liked another girl, doesn't mean that her Valentine's was ruined. After all, Valentine's wasn't just about romantic love. It can be of purely familial love or any other kinds of love there are. With that, she saved her draft and published it, sending the link to her friends afterwards.

And in that moment — while I laid there on Sarah's lap as she continuously patted my head and surrounded by all of my friends, all of us joking around and laughing like the maniacs we are — I realized something. Valentine's isn't just about loving someone romantically, it's also for something else — for other kinds of love like familial love. And as I watch all my friends laugh at a joke after they've comforted me, I realized that I don't need any man to make my Valentine's day a special day. I have my friends for that and that's what matters. Katelyn, who was grinning proudly as she had been the one to crack the joke that sent everyone laughing, noticed how deep in thought I was. "You still with us?" She asked jokingly but all of us could hear the concerned tone in her voice, no matter how much she tried to hide it. Knowing that I won't be able to lie like last time nor was I going to in the first place, I smiled my usual charismatic smile that made everyone of my friends physically sag in relief and smile back.

"Not going anywhere, anytime soon."

"You sure bout that? You're not going to run away again and hide to cry your hearts out?"

All of us knew the silent message behind Charlie's words. 'Are you sure everything will be just fine?'

"Yep, I won't. I'm sure of it."

Everything's just fine. And for once, I actually meant it. After weeks of dreading and moping around because of Valentine's, I'm finally content and happy. Maybe not fully happy but I suspect it's because of Brian's confession to Lea but happy nonetheless. I watched as they deciphered the meaning of my words before smiling both fondly and happily. It's been a while since I was fine and so I suspect they were all glad for the change. The dark side of my mind came up and made me briefly wonder if they were all mad at me for being so difficult to handle but I had suppressed the thought and forced myself to cone back to the real world and be content because I definitely needed a break.

"You okay?" was the first words greeted to me as I zoned back in the conversation which made me look up at Sarah who had been the one to silently whisper the question to me. I watched her for a bit in silence and noticed the worry in her eyes which made me smile softly. She'd always been a worrywart. I nodded at her and squeezed her hand.

"I'm alright."

I mean it.

"I just realized something important is all."

I just realized how much all of you mean to me

"No need to worry."

So don't worry about my silence.

"Everything will be alright."

I'll be fine.

"I promise."

I'll make sure of it.

I stared at her eyes and watched as she tried to decipher if I was lying or not. Finding that I was telling the truth, Sarah allowed herself to relax and squeezed my hand back.

"Everything will be just fine," She repeated my words making me smile. "It will be," I said to her before sitting up from my position on her lap and joining the conversation my other friends were having.

"I agree, Mason does seem gay to me."

My words caused all of them to laugh even as said person spluttered a retort before giving up and laughing along, knowing I meant no harm. Laughing along with them, I stood up and gestured for all of them to follow me, which they did even though they were all noticeably confused.

"Come on. Let's go ruin a random couple's day on Valentine's."

That certainly got them grinning before following me as I ran back to the school and out of the school fields, all of us laughing as we all thought of ways to prank our other friends who were couples and ruin their day before making it up to them. This is what Valentine's was supposed to be about. No, I don't mean ruining other people's life — It's fun, yeah, but that isn't what it's about, we just did that because of a joke and since we were all pranking couples that we knew so it was no harm. I meant so say that Valentine's isn't about finding a guy or girl to spend time with and be your Valentine. Sure, maybe it kinda is about that but it's also about spending time with your loved ones and reminding them how much you love them. Who knew it would take me seeing my crush confess to another girl to realize that Valentine's is so much more than a day for couples? |

Publish Draft?

Yes | No

Draft Published

02 / 14 /20

[notbigondoors]

How do you generally write your replies to asks or threads or rp stuff? On the Tumblr app or on your computer? I'm thinking about making myself two or three rp tumblr blogs (I'd like one for Stephen King's Carrie, another one for Marvel's Morbius and maybe a third one for Wonder Woman) but I don't have a computer atm and I wonder how comfortable it would be to rp using the phone app only/how good it would look. This is an amazing Vision blog btw!

{out of equations} I actually do a healthy balance of both. At night when I’m relaxing at home and watching TV or whatever, I vastly prefer the computer. I type faster when on the computer and it’s just physically easier. But then when I’m out and about, sitting in a restaurant or a doctor’s office or somewhere where I’m just waiting for a while not doing much, I’ll whip out my phone and work on replies there. As far as the actual writing, aside from it being easier for me to type on a computer vs. a phone, it’s really not better or worse to do either. But as far as the Tumblr site is concerned, there are honestly good and bad aspects to both ways of using it.

The app is really a pain as far as formatting. Now, sure, you can do things like adding colored text a lot easier on the phone and without requiring actual coding, but you can’t use a blog theme or really complex text formatting because it just simplifies everything. There are a lot of bugs on the Tumblr app that make using the phone completely obnoxious to me. For example, if you place a title on your text post on the computer, it will remain at the top no matter how many times the thread is reblogged or the reblogs are deleted from it. But if you so it on the phone, for whatever reason it will downgrade the title to a heading that will then disappear when you inevitably trim the reblogs off the thread. I have no idea if there even is a way to make titles that actually function as titles on the phone, but maybe there is?

Another annoying thing about using the phone (and this is more recent, so maybe it’s an actual bug that’ll be fixed as opposed to just a stupid update) is that when I tell the phone to delete all reblogs from a thread, it will appear to have done that, but the it will leave the first reblog that was there at the top. So this results in the reblog having like... a post you don’t want randomly still up there and then your reblog? Which... makes things really confusing if you’re trying to keep track of the thread’s story? I don’t know how to fix that one either.

Also... when switching from Tumblr app/mobile to the Tumblr site on a computer, I still sometimes am unable to edit or even open my posts because it will say “Oops! This appears to have been edited in the mobile version. Please use the app.” Or something like that. Such a pain.

The other thing is... they appear to have taken away the ability to save an ask answer for later on the Tumblr mobile app? I used to be able to start answering and then just save my response in my drafts if I have to close the app and I’m not done yet. Now there’s no option to do that. I really hate that, it came in handy. You can do it on the computer while holding down Ctrl +Alt while actively in an ask text window and replying to it. If you hold down those keys, the options to either “Safe as Draft” or “Queue” will appear at the bottom right as buttons. So yeah, a definite advantage over mobile.

Also, in the case of “read more” links, those breaks in the post where writers can cut off their super long mega posts with a link to the full version so that people don’t have to scroll through a wall of text on their dash? Yeah, those don’t work on mobile, heh. Well okay, no, they work.... but you don’t have the option of using them on mobile. So if someone has set one up on the computer, it will function in mobile, but people who are mobile only don’t have the option of using “read more” links.

The biggest problem with mobile is that people with complex themes for their blogs or even ones like mine that are Tumblr simple, haha, can have info pages set up as links you can click to go to more information, and those don’t even show up on mobile. Even if people send you the urls, when you click on them they will only go to their main blog and not to the pages. So that means you won’t be able to view any muse or mun info or any rules pages set up that way. That doesn’t mean you can’t ask someone to kindly post or send you the information, but that makes it kinda hard for blogs with passwords or muns that won’t even talk to you until you’ve read their stuff.

However... not everything on the Tumblr app is worse than on the computer. On the computer... there are various forms of gif files that function as gifs on other sites and in graphic editing programs, but will not open on Tumblr. For example, I’ve noticed that gifs saved as text map or .txt files and gifs with urls ending in .gifv instead of .gif will not open on Tumblr. Whether you cut and paste the url or you open it from a file on your computer, they just won’t work. The gif will blip away and an “error loading gif” error message will appear. I’ve gotten around this somewhat but simply editing the file extension back to .gif, but that only works sometimes, and I have not found a way to open gifs saved in text map formats. So this makes it really annoying when trying to add reaction gifs. On the app, though...... I seem to be able to post just about any gif I want. So that is a definite plus.

Also, if you want colored text on the computer, you have to code for it, and honestly, I’ve forgotten how to do any of that, haha. Even if you set it up on your phone and then open the post on a computer, the computer version will wipe out all formatting and coloring that you did. Super annoying.

There are also a lot of bugs on the website that are not present in mobile, such as links not going where they should (how many times have I clicked on my blog’s activity feed only to be sent to my dash, ugh), and random spaces being added in the middle of my text posts that I didn’t place there? o_O

So... I guess I would say that functionally speaking I prefer the computer version, but there is a lot to be said for the portability of the phone and being able to work on stuff whenever you have five minutes. I should also mention that I have the Android version of the Tumblr app, so... I don’t know if maybe the iPhone version is different or better or worse. But I do know people who are 100% on the computer version, 100% on some kind of mobile version, or people like me who switch back and forth, and we all seem to be finding our ways just fine, so I think whatever version you choose, you’ll acclimate to that and adjust your style and habits accordingly.

I hope this was helpful! (^-^)/ (Also thank you so much, I’m glad you like this blog! Vision is such a sweetie, isn’t he? XD)

[livvywrites]

wip intro: the martyr queen

Genre: NA/A fantasy Status: first draft Major Themes: healing; found family; friendship; adventure; quest; destiny/fate; rebirth Content Warnings: depictions of ptsd; violence; self-hatred; suicidal thoughts; character death POV: third person limited

Summary

Alinora Mynerva lives under the alias Jezebel Eramyn. She works for the grandmaster of an assassins guild, and keeps an eye out for traitors; spies; and others who seek to bring the guild harm.

Or she did.

But then a servant came barreling into her room to tell her that he was dead. Her time among the assassins has come to an end–but as her final farewell, she begins to investigate the grandmaster’s death and in the process finds you can’t outrun your past forever.

Alinora is dragged into joining the Resistance, a movement born against the usurper who stole her home and slaughtered those she loved. There, she reunites with a sister she thought lost; finds out her destiny is oh-so-much more complicated than she had ever believed; and is consistently hounded by a spirit of death.

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Or, more accurately; a girl who has long given up on herself but not the world, finds that the world has not yet given up on her. And in the process, maybe she makes some friends (who eventually come to be family.) [Unfortunately the more accurate summary is only partially accurate, because I’m not sure all of that will happen in the first book. Oops.]

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characters: alinora | elaena | lyr | ava | talitha | aishlynn | kai’os | kaltain | amara

places: mynera 

relationships: lyr & ava | 

poetry: little broken soldier girl | vengeance dances in her mind

excerpts: 

Characters

[This list is long. Some of these characters may be cut. Many already have been.]

Alinora Mynerva: 27. Protagonist. Elf. Black hair, golden green eyes.A woman who has given up on herself, but not the world.

Aishlynn Mynerva: I haven’t settled on an age. Elf. Slaeyr. White hair, golden green eyes. She wants to be remembered, but finds her younger sister overshadowing her at every turn. Often without even trying.

Talitha Jade: 29. Side character. Human. Blonde hair, green eyes. A genius who loves history and magic. A pirate captain who loves adventure and freedom. Partially deaf and endlessly obnoxious. Full of life.

Lyr: 29. Slaeyr. Brown hair, hazel eyes. Ava’s his twin sister. A warrior determined to save his people before his uncle corrupts them all. Wants nothing more than to find a home and rebuild.

Ava: 29. Slaeyr. Brown hair, hazel eyes. Lyr’s her twin brother. Like her brother, she wants nothing more than to reunite her people and find them a home, instead of living like nomads. Unlike her brother, she intends to do it with magic instead of blade.

Asa Veranus: 30. Human. Red-gold hair and brown eyes. A healer determined to keep the idiots he’s surrounded by from dying.

Elaena: Age untold. Reaper. White hair and golden eyes. Sent by Death to watch over Alinora, and assist her in her quest. Mischievous and curious; two things that often result in trouble. 

Kai'os: Old. Slaeyr. Antagonist. Brown hair and brown eyes. He believes that the gods have betrayed them. Unfortunately, the only way to rid them of the gods is to end this world and start over. To many, that makes him a villain… but he’s willing to die for his beliefs.

Kaltain: Age undetermined. Slaeyr. Antagonist. Kai'os’s oldest daughter. Brown hair, brown eyes. Unlike her father, there is little noble and good remaining in Kaltain. She’s a genius, and she knows it, and she’s determined to see this world suffer after it killed her baby sister.

Amara: 27. Slaeyr. Kai'os’s youngest daughter. Blond hair, brown eyes. Amara once believed in her father’s cause wholeheartedly. Now, however, she’s beginning to doubt…

Excerpt

“Who the hell are you?” Alinora hissed through clenched teeth. “And how did you get in here?” 

The woman shrugged. “I come and go as I please. There is no place on Eldora that can keep me out… though people have tried.” The smile she wore turned wicked.

Alinora narrowed her eyes. “Who. Are. You. Answer me, or I’m calling the guard.”

The woman’s eyes glinted. “Interesting you didn’t already do that. So confident in your ability to handle intruders? Or do you simply not think that they would answer your call?” She clicked her tongue. “No matter. They couldn’t stop me anyway. Nor could you.” She bowed slightly at the waist. “My name is Elaena. I am the first reaper, Death’s eldest daughter.” Her eyes raised to meet Alinora’s again and there was laughter there. “At your service.”

Alinora scoffed. “You expect me to believe that swill?” She had more than enough time to slip the gem into a pocket and withdraw one of her throwing knives. She flicked her wrist. The woman didn’t even attempt to flinch out of the way, instead taking the hit as the blade buried itself in her stomach.

The woman merely blinked at her. She removed the knife, which dripped with black blood, and spun it, offering it back to Alinora by the hilt. The wound itself was surrounded by a swirl of shadow, and when they vanished, it was as if nothing had happened. There wasn’t even a tear in her clothes.

Alinora stared, stunned.

The woman—Elaena—waited patiently for Alinora to gather herself enough to numbly take the knife from her fingers. Elaena smiled again.

“Now that that’s settled… I need to talk to you. Do you have a moment?” 

Alinora closed her eyes. When she opened them, she wanted to be back in her bed—and for this to all be some sort of terrible dream. But when she opened them again, reality stared her in the face in the form of golden eyes and a sharp toothed smile.

“I’m investigating the murder of the Swans grandmaster,” she said, irritably. “So, no. I don’t have a moment.” 

“Too bad. I had an offer I thought might interest you.” Elaena placed her hand on her hip.

“If it’s death, I’m afraid I still have a few more things to do.”

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What would your ideal drarry fic be? Like, how would they get together, what tropes would be involved, what would be your ideal story line? Any squicks or triggers or things you aren't interested in? Any HC's with the two of them? :D

THIS IS THREE THOUSAND TWO HUNDRED AND SIXTY SEVEN WORDS OR SOMETHING HELP ME

Whoo boi, honey, lemme tell you, this answer gave me some s t r e s s. Tumblr, can you just...idk, have a save drafts option for asks? No?

Anyways, back to the point. Snuggle down into your blankets y’all, ‘cause this is gonna be one long post.

What would my ideal drarry fic be? Okay, siriusly, legit anything with angst. Copious amounts of angst. Drown me in the angst. I’m always willing to read an angsty fic, almost always as willing to read a fluffy fic and occasionally have an urge for smut but that’s like…every three months or so lmao. I prefer a story that isn’t based on the size of one’s cock. (Sorry if that’s a little crude). I’m fine with any length of fic, as long as it has a good story behind it and if it hopefully has some heart-wrenching moments that make me feel like I might have a soul after all. I love fics that keep their character – not too much, though – and have them arguing with each other all the time – its more real to me, and makes me laugh. I love drarry because of that, because it’s that ship that will keep their relationship, unlike idk shrek and Fiona who fall for each other and lose their old self completely. Drarry is that ship that stays intact and old and new at the same time, and that’s why I love it. 

How would they get together? I have this vision of the two getting together slowly. First it’s banter, insults, hexing, all the while having miscommunication and some serious pining because I’m an absolute sucker for that shit. As I said, angst. Hate turns to like and death threats to exasperated, witty little replies, private jokes between the two of them – a Malfoy Stinks embroidered on his robes in place of Healer Malfoy.

I love fics where there’s just that one, final leap of – I have to do it, otherwise I’ll never get another chance, I don’t care about the consequences. If it’s a kiss that gets them together, in that ‘final chance’ way, I love it when the other is too shocked, and the first person just loses all hope (I mean until like two seconds later when they’re snogging the life out of each other lmao). Basically just a slow build and all the sass 😊 

Tropes? Okay, I’m gonna admit that even though I’ve been in the fandom for a few months, I still can’t define so much, but I hope most of what I write here is legible.

I love coffeeshop Aus, I find them really cute and sweet, and a blushing Malfoy is always a bonus. Eighth year is my absolute jam, unless it’s a drinking fic in which case no thanks. I love friends to lovers or enemies to lovers – the slow build, especially if the author has timed it perfectly, is just argh, I love it. Pining has been mentioned like a hundred times already but I’m going to say it again just because. Roommates are okay, I guess, but not exactly my go-to. I do like muggle Aus, and even though I think Potter should be a teacher, I enjoy the action in an Auror Partners fic, too. Also uh..oops? This was supposed to be tropes that were involved not the tropes you like you dumb butt. That’s not what Nonny asked.

My ideal storyline for a drarry fic? Not sure if this is what you’re asking but I’m gonna go with it and if I’m wrong then I’m wrong y’know?

As I said, I like fics with pining. I love a number of storylines, but I’m just gonna choose one for this thing since it’s already almost if not over two thousand words (is anyone even reading this? Who cares, I’m having fun) okay I checked its like over 2600 help me. Also this turned out into a fic not an ideal storyline hhhhhhhh

I guess I like fics with slow-building pining, going from meeting together at work or having to work together for some reason in eighth year, or just seeing each other in eighth year. PTSD gets them together, but so does the (admittedly weaker) banter, since nobody understands either of them – the Saviour and the Ex Death Eater. The press is still going off about the war, and everyone has their own ways of coping. Soon enough, they’re friends – (ok let’s pretend this is eight year) and helping each other through the bad days. And soon enough, the insults that hit closer to home for others but not them, the inside jokes, the love of Quidditch, the homework assistance – all this time around each other turns to pining. Malf-Draco, with his white-blond hair and black turtlenecks that he kept even though that was what he wore as a Death Eater. With his now self-deprecating jokes instead of hurtful insults. With his smile, that shows his sneer lines of the past. With his blue-gray eyes. With his knowing smirk when they’ve done one of their own eighth year pranks. Even with his wonky Charms and obsession with stroking the Dark Mark and the way he stops in front of the Room of Requirement every time they pass. And Harry, with his mop of untidy hair and glasses that have had Reparo used on them who knows how many times by now? With his bright green eyes, with his surprisingly pale skin, with the way he disappears into the forest every now and then, staring at the clearing where Voldemort once thought him dead. They pine, they’re oblivious, and finally, Pansy spills it to draco, an exasperated ‘will you kiss him or not’ just as Harry rounds the corner in his invisibility cloak. ‘are you stupid. Pans? We’re just friends.’ (wow ideal storyline this is a mini fic by now what am I doing with life my math sheet is like right in front of me I should be doing that). The questions, that night, in their respective beds. And the finale, with Harry rethinking ‘we’re just friends’ in his head in the final Seeker-to-seeker game, Draco leaning in.

Finally. 

Okay, squicks. Here we go. First of all, I don’t really like fics where they speak really…I don’t know, childishly? To each other eg. too many cheesy pet names (‘Hi hun,’ he giggled, taking the offered plate), since my idea of drarry is a couple that banters all the time, not one that sits around squealing at each other. That’s the main reason I ship them, after all.

Another squick, although this just annoys me more than makes me uncomfortable, is when there’s a fic involving children where the author makes their speech like that of a baby. Five year olds and younger can make legible sentences, so it’s sometimes irritating when eight-year-old Scorpius is saying ‘dada give h-h-hoog’ if you get my drift.

Daddy kink is another thing. If you like it, good for you but personally, I- *shudders* no thanks. It’s just – okay, my dad’s like over fifty, and that’s what I imagine if I think of that. Sex with my dad? I’ll pass. Calling your boyfriend your ‘daddy’? I- no no no just no I’m sorry but no.

Okay, I’ll rephrase. Most, if not all kinks make me uncomfortable – I’ve said daddy already, Parseltongue (just any other language) is just weird to me (it’s not disgusting, I just find it kind of dubious I guess.), any sort of pet play is similar if not worse than daddy kink, choking or breath play sounds more like rape (I’m crude, handle it), lingerie is just hella weird and I don’t even want to know what tentacles are, thank you very much. I’ll stick to my vanilla sex.

Any sort of sex toy/tool use is also a squick (including painful BDSM stuff), but I’m not sure if that’s kink so I’ll just add it here.

I don’t mind OOC fics, but, again, if they’re too soft (unless it’s some sort of caring angsty oneshot e.g. most of @rose-grangerweasleyisbae ‘s ones) then they most likely don’t work with me either. 

Triggers? No, I haven’t read any fics that have triggered me in any way and I’m not sure if I have any. Most are squicks.

Fics, or tropes, I guess, that I’m not interested in would include either one being some sort of Magical Creature (although there are some exceptions – some writers make really good fics with these tropes), and by that I mean any humanoid creature such as a werewolf, vampire etc. Veela especially. Also, anything with mates. (Fun fact, in my first answer that got deleted, I wrote a headcanon fic thing with draco as a bowtruckle since I said I don’t know if that’s a squick bc I’ve never read it and decided to do it for fun)      

Dunno what this is, but I’m gonna include it as well – I also don’t like fics where their entire supposedly ‘loving’ relationship is completely based on sex. I’m okay with it if they’re supposed to be fuckbuddies at that point in the relationship, but if this is what the author is calling their ‘established relationship’, I don’t really like it. 

Any fic that loses the banter after their getting together, where their world and source of happiness is completely revolving around the other – that is also one of my disinterests. As I said, I ship drarry for the sass and banter (and angst). Not the sappy love. 

I don’t really like unhealthy relationships – I read a fic where the whole reason Draco allowed Potter to date him was because he complimented his flying skills, not because he liked him. That’s a really minor example, but basically any fic without actually liking each other or as I said, an unhealthy relationship, doesn’t take my fancy. Unless, of course, they’re fixing it. 

A fic that starts somewhere in the books, eg. third year or something, don’t normally take my fancy, but, again, there is the occasional exception that I turn out to love.

Not exactly Drarry but any poly relationships with the two of them are also a disinterest – I feel like they’re the ones for each other. Dunno if this sounds polyphobic or whatever it’s called, and it probably does, but that’s not it. I just personally don’t think Drarry need another person. Other ships, maybe. Drarry? Not for me. 

Eighth year fics that are based on drinking and drinking games also aren’t my thing (omg there’s like eight million alsos here what am i doing don’t shoot me please (ok i fixed it)). I just don’t like them. 

And fics with any sort of bonding lose my interest pretty quickly, especially sexual magic bonds. Mpreg, as well, again, I’ll read the occasional fic but most of the time I don’t really like it. 

Age difference, again, are something I find strange, and I can go on for hours but this is now around three thousand words and I should stop so y’all can go read your fics lmao.

 And um I’ll give you two headcanons as my way of apologising for the unbelievably late reply

 Harry, lying on the ground, blood dripping from a massive slash in his stomach, chest barely moving, lips slightly parted, tinged red with drying blood

Malfoy, now just a colleague, they’ve lost the schoolboy animosity, hovering over him, wand casting diagnostic spells even though he knows they’re no use – he knows the curse but he doesn’t know the exact variation – and the wrong healing spell will kill the Saviour – he can’t take that chance.

‘Scared, Malfoy?’

His head jerks up, pale eyes widening at the old question thrown back at him. Shoulders slump, his lungs heaving from all he spells he’s cast

‘Yes’ 

Idk just the idea of that final admittance – yes. Idk, just, my heart, man.

Okay headcanon 2 which is more of a fic by this point (someone help me im so bad at headcanons. Like this is all fleshed out in my head but ugh)

Eighth year holidays, Draco is sitting alone at the blazing fire in the common-room, strangely enough knitting, as he talks, friendly but quiet to a surprisingly happy Moaning Myrtle (the common room is where the old bathroom was)

Hermione Jean Granger sits down next to him and he flinches, almost expecting a slap like third year – he’s had hexes from Muggleborns who had nothing to do with the war, and here’s the Saviour’s friend – of course she’s gonna –

She pulls out a massive textbook, quill, inkpot, blotting paper and three rolls of parchmment from her bag, tucks her bushy hair behind one ear, and starts scratching away

He’s surprised, but still too nervous to ask why

It becomes a habit, her sitting there there, him as well, talking to Myrtle, doing Potions work, knitting as well

They start talking to each other, he finds out she Obliviated her parents and doesn’t want to come back just yet, even though she knows the Dark Lord’s gone

She finds out he’s too scared to go home, with all the memories

They become friends of sorts, helping each other when they can

When the holidays end, there are a few double takes, but nobody really questions it. After all, it’s Hermione, she never was too against Malfoy (nobody really saw that slap) and she’s always been a rule-follower. They assume its part of Mcgonagall’s asking for peace between Slytherins and Gryffindors

I mean, Ron does complain about her hanging about the ferret nowadays and not around her boyfriend, but he gets it. Besides, their ‘sessions’, if you will, are always when there’s Quidditch practice for Harry and Ron (they help train the younger years)

So yeah, it’s not too bad (and this isn’t Dramione I promise although I do ship it occasionally)

One day, though, she brings out a bundle of knitting herself. To his surprise, she knits a single sock and puts it in a box

He asks her why

‘For Dobby’

And he remembers. He remembers the strange little house elf, the one he loved as a kid but had no way of showing it. He remembers his father’s hatred of that elf in particular He remembers scowling at the poor thing, ranting to it – it was a way of venting, but in true Malfoy-raised fashion, he’d been so cruel to it as well, laughing as it jammed its fingers in doors, encouraging its pain.

He leaves the common room early that night

Next day, the Golden Trio isn’t there. Hermione (no longer Granger) isn’t there

He knitted a single sock that morning himself. He’d heard the story from their talks. He wanted to contribute. A way of apology, if you will. If it even counted. Today’s the day the elf passed away, and Hermione had said she put a sock in there for everyone

It’s pretty obvious where they’ve gone. He Apparates there after class, and finds the grave easily. It’s got a bundle of Conjured flowers, stems wrapped around the rock that serves as a headstone, and the box of socks is right there too. (what am I doing this is meant to be a short drarry hc and I haven’t even brought potter in yet help)

He starts crying

He spent last night remembering. Remembering how even through all the pain he caused that elf, a single smile, a single ‘thanks for listening, Dobby’ would make the elf bow and weep at his feet. He remembers how cruel he was, how the elf just…took it in his stride. He remembers losing the house elf, realising Potter had stolen something else of his. He remembers

And he lets it go. He spills all of it to a gravestone, apologies and ‘I know it won’t mean anything’ and ‘I didn’t know but that’s no excuse’ and ‘you always listened, how did you always listen?’ and ‘thank you’ and most of all ‘I’m so so sorry’ stumbling over each other as he tries to explain, to finally let it out

He’s crying and sniffling and that’s making it even harder to speak but he needs to say this, even though Dobby is dead, even though he’s apologised to so many people – this is one of the few that listened to him, and he’s treated the elf like garbage.

Tears drip onto the single sock in his hands

It’s hours later when he finishes. Well, not exactly finished, but he’s said enough that he thinks he’s explained himself and said sorry – even though it’ll never be enough. He’s cast a Light Charm (not a lumos ok it’s bigger don’t correct me) and he leans over to put the now-damp sock into the box too. A final ‘I’m so sorry’ and he stands up, turns around

And comes face to face with the Golden Trio

Hermione stares at him, then grabs him in a massive hug

Ron looks at him, slightly awkwardly but at her glare, he offers a tight smile

 And Harry? (wow how long has it taken for me to get here god) is just staring. Openmouthed. Who knew Malfoy had felt this much about a house elf?

And yeah that’s the point where he realises Malfoy isn’t that bad and then they go back to Bill and Fleur’s (Hermione explains along the way that they went back to the grave bc they saw the Charm and were in shock – was Dobby back?)

‘did you hear all of it?’

‘we heard enough, Draco’

 And when they get back to Hogwarts, well, it’s slow building at first. Potions help when Hermione’s out on a date with Ron, a butterbeer in the school kitchens on a Hogsmeade weekend when they want to hide from the public but enjoy the drink

But over time, the pining and the miscommunication and Draco getting back to his (albeit weak) banter with Potter leads to one thing. You know what it is.

Drarry

You know what I’m having fun writing trashy hcs so here’s a third (although it ain’t drarry. It ain’t any ship)

Alright so there is no hairdresser at Hogwarts or Hogsmeade or anywhere near the castle (I mean it was never mentioned in the books was it so this is possibly canon)

Therefore, most kids have to use spells

But we all know that each of us probably has a haircut that is somehow slightly different to one another, and there aren’t that many hair care spells in the world let alone known by a few teachers in Hogwarts

While some kids know exact spells, others, for example, Muggleborns, just use Diffindio

I mean, it gets their hair cut, yeah? That’s pretty much all they need

Of course, Hermione knows each and every spell but let’s not get to that

And Malfoy uses his own spell and a litre of Sleekeazy every morning

But since everyone else cuts their own hair, it looks as bad as each other

And that’s why Harry wasn’t teased too much about his hair (yes, also bc he’s the Saviour bUT STILL)

That’s why Sirius had long hair and etc.

Basically none of the kids at Hogwarts really had good hair and they all looked like Halt from Ranger’s apprentice (also this one is long as heck I could’ve just said everyone uses diffindio and there’s no hairdresser why am I like this)

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Im too lazy to look at the questions so DO ALL OF THEM. (if you dont wanna then go on a random number generator and get 5 random numbers)

ITS REALLY LONG BUT I DID IT KJSHADJS HERE GOES i love oversharing my lifealso im putting a read more line bc its hella long

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

ehhh depends on my mood. i’d say it’s (dark) chocolate most of the time (love that 70% dark chocolate mmMmMm)

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!! except when it gets all over my face and hair o no

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

common report book comments included

- very active

- bright

- “the live wire of the class”

- usually distracted but still does well

- mischievous

- playful

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

bottles so that i can close it and save the rest for later and not have to chug it yeet

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

sportswear #sweatpantsalldayeveryday

7. earbuds or headphones?

def headphones but they’re inconvenient sometimes :/

8. movies or tv shows?

tv shows!! (also, my adhd ass can’t get through a movie without zoning out oops)

9. favorite smell in the summer?

i haven’t experienced /real/ summer (thank u singapore’s tropical climate) but i rly like the smell of rain :”)

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

making up excuses to skip pe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

belvitas before morning practice

croissant sandwich and chocolate milk after practice

if there’s no practice, then scrambled eggs from the dining hall lolol

if i’m too lazy to go to the dining hall, then cereal

12. name of your favorite playlist?

it’s literally called jams and the description is “a clusterfuck of stuff i’ve jammed to at some point”

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

gummy bears/sour patch kids

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

death of a salesman - arthur miller

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

with one foot up on the chair and the other leg sitting normally

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

a pair of asics sneakers

18. ideal weather?

15ºc/60ºf when its like cool but not too cold but also not ridiculously hot and also when theres no insane wind (a light breeze is fine)

19. sleeping position?

on my left side and hugging a pillow/bolster/soft toy

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

i like the feeling of pen and paper but im disorganized as hell so an apple pencil + ipad makes a good enough substitute

21. obsession from childhood?

frogs (i’ve loved them since i was 3 hehe)

22. role model?

a dude i used to train with for a while in 2014. he retired last year but he’s always looked out for me like an older brother since we trained together (he’s 8 years older than me lmao) and even thought i’m so far away rn he still checks in on me and stuff and idk he’s probably one of the swimmers i respect the most.

23. strange habits?

i cant fall asleep at night if im not hugging something.  like. it could be a pillow. or a soft toy. literally anything. once on a school trip i hugged a pair of sweatpants to sleep bc i legit cant fall asleep if im not hugging something.i have no problem falling asleep in class/on buses/cars/planes though.

24. favorite crystal?

idk i never really paid enough attention to crystals to actually have a favorite and know their names. they’re all rly pretty tho.

25. first song you remember hearing?

uhh h h i honestly can’t remember. probably some classical music bc i played the violin and that was my first experience of music that i was actually aware of????

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

switch on the aircon and take a nap / sit in bed on netflix/playing on my nintendo switch. and swimming outdoors i guess.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

switch on the heater and take a nap / sit in bed on netflix/playing on my nintendo switch.

do u see a pattern here

28. five songs to describe you?

jet lag - simple plan (bc time zones suck and i miss my fam & friends)

avalanche - bring me the horizon (pretty much sums up how tf my brain feels)

high hopes - p!atd

astronaut - simple plan

the reckless and the brave - all time low

29. best way to bond with you?

doing dumb shit with me

also Quality Time™️ like idk even if we’re chilling and doing our own shit i like just spending time with people im comfortable enough with

30. places that you find sacred?

idk

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

a hoodie and sweatpants

for no reason other than that’s what i wear 90% of the time

32. top five favorite vines?

I AM CONFUSION!!! AMERICA EXPLAIN

this bitch empty. yeet.

im in my mom’s car VROOM VROOM

the one of that dad playing the saxophone (???) and the kid slamming the oven door open and shut

road works ahead “haha yea sure hope it does!”

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either lmao or lolol or LMFAO or yeet

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

gOD i had spotify ads stuck in my head all the time before i switched to premium and now i cant remember any of them (thank god)

35. average time you fall asleep?

i’d say 12:30-1ish

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

the tROLL FACE MEME LIKE those rage faces idk what they’re called but BASICALLY THOSE 2010-2012 era memes

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!!! i like sitting on them and yeeting myself around on them or getting people to push me around and then falling off

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

ngl i havent had either of them before

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

so in jc2 (aka 12th grade), for some reason PEOPLE WERE PUTTING PRE-PACKAGED HARD BOILED EGGS ALL OVER THE SCHOOL. like they were still in their wrappers and all but u could open ur schoolbag and find like 5 eggs in there. and no one knew where they came from. i think at one point there were even eggs hanging from the pull-up bars. all i know is that they were everywhere and people in my batch still remember it as the egg invasion of acjc.

41. last person you texted?

my mom

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

def jacket!!! especially when they have zips hehe

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

idk man depends on my mood

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

sci-fi bc im a fricken nerd

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

shirt and sweats

47. favorite type of cheese?

cheddarrr also i like mozzerrella sticks

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

a fineapple B)

lmao jk ummmm maybe a watermelon bc when u hit it it sounds hollow, just like how my skull would sound if someone hit it (h a)

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

here for a good time not for a long time

never give up without a fight

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

idk probably some dumb meme. i laugh at a lot of stuff like i laugh anything even mildly funny. some that i can think of off the top of my head are:

- i was tryna type ducky but typed fucky instead and sOmEOnE (could be the person who submitted this ask, idk tho) changed my facebook messenger nickname to fucky and the notification was like ”poopy butthole changed your nickname to fucky” and i think that’s still the funniest sentence i’ve read in my whole life

- one time we went to mcdonalds and a friend said mcfluffy instead of mcflurry and idk why but i laughed so hard at that

- once @doduo and i spent half a chinese lesson cutting out random faces from the chinese newspaper and sticking them randomly all over the classroom and idk. it was the funniest thing ever. until the teacher came over and confiscated my scissors rip.

51. current stresses?

- an essay draft (that i am procrastinating rn by doing this, oops)

- CANADIAN TRIALS (but thats a good kind of stress)

- submitting a proposal for a group project but none of my groupmates are freaking replying my texts ugh

52. favorite font?

avenir next!! i find san serif fonts way easier to read than serif lolol.i like helvetica neue too.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

dry af but also i just got my nails done so they pretty rn hehe

54. what did you learn from your first job?

i…havent had a real job yet

55. favorite fairy tale?

idk i was never rly one for fairy tales even as a kid.

56. favorite tradition?

chinese new year when we get CASH and we spend 3 days just eating junk yEET im rly sad im gonna be missing it the next few years tho

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

hh h h hh hhh hh hh they’re pretty personal i don’t /really/ wanna put it out here but i can text you the answer to this if you want (i’m perfectly fine with that!!)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

- i think i’m pretty intuitive!!! i can guess anyone’s mbti if i’ve spent enough time with them/gotten a detailed enough description of them /winks/ and i can read people pretty well in general and i can draw links to themes/symbols in lit pretty well….???

- i’m somewhat decent at lettering…i think

- i’m good at pull-ups and also vertical jumps i’m secretly a froge

- i’m decent at photography…i guess….

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

yeet

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

pokemon !!

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

/sweats/ i’m not very good at remembering lines from books/movies/shows WELP

62. seven characters you relate to?

JAKE PERALTA - b99

rosa diaz - b99

linguine - ratatouille (he’s permanently confused and he let a ratto take over his job bc he had no idea what he was doing like damn what a big mood)

dory - finding nemo/finding dory (i relate to the forgetfulness)

percy jackson

kale bae /winks/

mitt (during bad phases) /winks again, but sadly/

63. five songs that would play in your club?

idek man i wouldnt even be at my own club i’d be at home taking a nap i’ll just ask someone else to handle my playlist

64. favorite website from your childhood?

club penguin !!!

65. any permanent scars?

yE one of them was from jumping onto a treadmill going at 13km/h 2 years ago bc i thought i was a good idea

66. favorite flower(s)?

i dont have any

67. good luck charms?

i eat pancakes for breakfast on meet days!!!! altho i think this is more of a habit than a good luck charm tbh lmao.

also i guess pip???? he’s my emotional support narwhal :’)

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

durian. i cant stand the stuff or anything flavored like it ugh.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

red food coloring is derived from beetles

70. left or right handed?

right

71. least favorite pattern?

overly-floral patterns i guessssss. also i hate wearing stripes.

72. worst subject?

chinese

besides that, math and physics

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

i rly like vanilla ice cream and fries

also i would eat ketchup with nearly anything

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

i usually just suck it up and go to sleep when it comes to pain but i guess an 8??? idk. i usually take advil/ibuprofen only for fevers

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i got my first loose tooth on january 11 2005 and it fell out on january 18 2005 & it was a tuesday (pls don’t ask me how i remember this bc i dont know)

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

tater tots

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

cactus i guess. idk im not good at plants.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

grocery store sushi (it was pretty decent in singapore so yeeeee lmao also i ate a lot of that as a kid)

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

its the same photo for both so yeAh

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

earth

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

idk i always called them fireflies

82. pc or console?

console I LOVE THE FEEL OF BUTTONS

83. writing or drawing?

drawing (more like doodlign for me bc i cant draw for shit)

84. podcasts or talk radio?

neither but if i rlllllly had to choose then podcasts i guessss s sss

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither LMAO i gave all my barbies haircuts when i was a kid bc i didnt know what to do with them

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology for sure!! i love greek mythology (may or may not be bc of percy jackson lolol)

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cookies

87. your greatest fear?

losing those i love and care about (could be drifting or actual death it goes both ways)

88. your greatest wish?

rn, for my essay to write itself

for the short-term, to make the olympics (and WUGs…and worlds…and sea games…and asian games…and commonwealth games lmao)

for the long-term, uhhh idk. i just wanna live a life i’m satisfied with and to have a job i actually like and to be able to support my parents

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my mom

90. luckiest mistake?

i always say that i regret doing a year of college in singapore instead of coming here for freshman year but if i’d come in a year earlier like i was supposed to, i proba wouldn’t have made it past swim team tryouts and i made some pretty great friends in my first year of college soooo it all worked out i guessi cant think of any others rn

91. boxes or bags?

bags

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights are rly pretty!!but i like natural light :”)

93. nicknames?

deb

debs

debo

debbo

alpha childuhh h h i think thats about it??? i cant remember any others

94. favorite season?

spring’s pretty great rni like fall too (before it gets cOLd)

95. favorite app on your phone?

insta/tumblr/telegram

96. desktop background?

a photo of me looking rly cool at the starting blocks before a race B)

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

4 - mine (singapore & US), my mom’s and my dad’s

98. favorite historical era?

uhh h h idk the ice age seemed pretty cool haha sike it was actually coldmedieval times seemed pretty cool too like damn i want a suit of armorWHEW I SPENT WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON THIS but i had fun so yeet

also if you read all the way down here ily and you’re cool