#please do not let clown out the fence

[ominous-signs]

Official ominous sign

Please do not let clown out of fence. 🤡😬

In todays episode of signs out of context 😅

[twopoppies]

Hi! So I was actually at Morriña festival a few days ago and wanted to ask your opinion on the theory that Harry was there, then saw that you already posted a bit about it. So here’s my take. I’m actually still on the fence about it, but leaning towards “within the realm of possibility”.

My arguments in favour:

• Louis was very funny and cheeky with fans for most of the show, but for some specific lines he got significantly more serious. What stuck out to me personally was “love you cannot hide” in The Greatest, the entirety of Saturdays, the second verse of We Made It. His gaze seems to be much more focused and pointed, not moving at all, and with it being during these specific lyrics… I am ready to clown lol.

• In the beginning of We Made It (and maybe more times, this is just what I recorded) he pointed twice somewhere high - too high for fan signs, but lower than he usually points for emphatic value. And I think that he pointed in the general direction of the projector tower, which, as I’ll explain later, is the likeliest place for Harry to be if he was there.

• There was technically a place for Harry to hide at, despite the open layout of the festival. You can see the scheme at the festival’s insta page here https://www.instagram.com/p/C9zvd7ni6MF/?igsh=MWdkMWhkZDZqb2NsYQ== and the building you initially posted about was indeed just a warehouse with toilets. I was inside, although a little drunk already, but I only remember very high ceilings and windows to let in natural light, so I am 99% sure that there is no proper second floor. Other buildings on the site are too small, so instead my best bet is the projector tower in front of the stage. I saw some people say that there was someone in the side of the stage, but I couldn’t notice anything, and I had an excellent view of that side, plus Louis didn’t look that far to his left.

• After the show Louis posted a picture of himself from the back, and the tower is well within his range of aforementioned medium-high pointing.

• Harry’s most recent bike pictures - they were backdated exactly to July 26. I don’t have nearly as many experience as you, but to me such backdated pap pictures have come to mean that Harry was actually in a different place that day.

My arguments against:

• Based on what I could observe from my spot, Louis’ gaze doesn’t seem to (always) land on a plausible spot for Harry to hide in. Sometimes it goes a little too far to the left from the projector tower (even on the picture he posted he seems to be looking more to his left), and there are no other suitable buildings in that direction. Unless we consider industrial buildings beyond the festival grounds, but this seems ridiculous to me. I doubt that Harry could’ve come to a random Galician cement company and be like “Oh, my secret boyfriend is performing in front of here tonight, can I please hand around your cement mixing tower or whatnot for half the night?”

• I only notices a lot of the aforementioned things a good while after the show, when I heard that Harry was supposedly there and began rewatching my footage to prove or disprove that. So I may be cherrypicking facts to fit what I would really like to be true. Except for the Saturdays thing, though; he was genuinely so emotional during it, and his demeanour shifted so suddenly when he started it, that I noticed this even in the moment.

So here’s what I can say, what’s your opinion?

And an unrelated fact for your interest: the majority of the crowd, or at least those who camped and ended up at the barricade, were larries (I was at the barricade too btw… best night of my life). During Back To You Louis didn’t sing the “I love … “ line at all, but we all screamed “I love him” and he nodded and smiled at us.

Lots of love and best wishes :)

Hi, sweetheart. You comment about the cement mixing tower made me laugh. 🤣🤣🤣

First of all, I’m so glad you were there and got to be at the barricade, and had such a good show.

Second, I do think the photos of Harry in London were likely from any day but the day they dropped, based on his clothing (and that there was no particular reason for him to be papped in London that day)

Third, I don’t think it’s impossible that he was at the festival, and your comments about why and where, make more sense than anything I’ve seen yet. We’ll never know for sure, but I’d love to believe he was able to be there.

x

[mikalara-dracula]

When the Sakamakis were children [IRL photos + hcs]

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Made with: @liannelara-dracula

Figured I'd put side-by-side photos for better comparison to real life and the anime.

Shu

Started practicing violin a lot as a kid, but it was honestly a hobby to him. And this is probably when his love for classical music began.

He also started learning piano too. He has a natural talent for both, but violin came easier to him.

Began learning fencing as a child. (I have a post about Shu and Reiji hcs if anyone is interested. Click/tap here to check it out.)

Shu used to be taller than Reiji as a kid, but this changed later on.

Read poetry as a child and Beatrix also forced him to write some of his own so he’d develop the skill since the heir had to know how to do something finesse.

Since he’s the heir, he was expected to attend special balls and gatherings with Reiji by his side.

And here, you can best bet he was introduced to potential suitresses he would have to choose sometime later, but Beatrix thought it didn’t hurt for Shu to be introduced early.

She honestly hoped he’d become friends with one of his suitresses as children so they could grow up together and later be married.

It’s canon that Shu has a fear of clowns.

This fear probably resulted from Ayato and Laito jumping at him out of nowhere when they were kids, and scared him by wearing clown masks.

It’s also canon that he’s afraid of caterpillars.

This fear probably developed in his childhood through Reiji putting one in Shu’s tea once, and he’s been traumatized since due to Reiji’s scheming.

It’s canon that he knows Latin, so he probably started studying it when he was a child. Beatrix figured it’d be better for him to get familiarized with the human world since Karl was well accustomed, so through Shu being the heir, you can imagine Beatrix expected him to be very knowledgeable like Karl.

It’s canon that Shu used to sneak out as much as he could to get away from the castle.

Although, he would sometimes get caught by the servants who would immediately force him to come back and he’d be delivered to his mother for scolding.

But some servants looked the other way and let Shu go out and explore, mostly because they felt bad from how much pressure was on him as the heir.

When he met Edgar, he used to sneak out a lot to go see him.

In the manga, Shu said that he worked harder in his studies so he could finish them early and go have time to see Edgar.

Their friendship was so cute. :))

Had his first kiss at 13 (at least he looked 13) with some nobleman’s daughter since he was at the age of being curious as to what that would feel like.

Was quite close with some of his nannies and servants, at least the ones who let him get away with things his mother wouldn’t allow.

Reiji

Oh my gosh, look at our lil Rei. He was so cute as a kid. (Tbh, they all were.)

Apart from this, unfortunately, Reiji was alone for most of his childhood.

Read a lot as a kid, either for school or personal research.

Has gotten into literal fights with Shu, such as both them tackling each other and battling it out.

It usually took several servants to pry them apart.

They once ended up falling into a mud puddle during their fight and Beatrix was so pissed off that their suits had been soiled. You can bet her scolding was quite brutal and never-ending about this.

Probably started learning chess around this time as well. Lil Rei honestly found it interesting since it involved strategy, something that’s right up his alley.

His fear of ghosts probably developed as a child since he was always lonely, especially through always sleeping in his room alone as a kid and being considered foolish by his mother if he sought comfort.

It’s canon in one of the game routes that Reiji developed a healing cream formula as a child to aid vampires. So we can see how advanced his chemistry skills were even as a child.

Because there was a lot of pressure on him as a child by his mother he felt the need to perfect things so he was always practicing all his manners, tea pouring, dancing, and fencing skills.

He usually asks his servants to assist him and correct him if needed.

This is also why he is so good at dancing when it comes to the waltz. 

It doesn’t surprise me if he had a maid/servant who used to help him practice.

At balls and events that he attended with Shu, he always tried to make a better impression than his brother, mostly because he just wanted to be acknowledged.

It’s canon that Reiji used to spy on Shu in hopes of catching him doing something un-heir-like so he could report it to his mom and get Shu scolded so he could be viewed as the more “mature” child.

He used to have tea time with his mother because she’d want to know what was going on with Shu.

Reiji at first thought it was because she wanted to spend time with him but he later learned that these tea times were only to know what Shu was up to and if he was misbehaving or hiding anything.

Still, Reiji did what he was asked because he figured he could possibly get the chance to tell his mother some news about his discoveries or something interesting.

However, it was always short-lived because she used to change subjects and always focus on Shu.

This is also why Reiji prefers to be alone because he could never have one conversation with her, without her not mentioning his older brother.

All our lil Rei wanted was a friend who would listen to him 😭.

Laito

It’s canon that Laito once stuck candy wrappers into Shu’s pocket to not get the blame for eating them. Shu’s still pissed at Laito for this since he ended up getting the blame along with getting scolded by Reiji.

Definitely developed his fear of bugs as a kid.

Ayato used to chase Laito around the courtyard with a bug in his hand and would try to get it on him.

He used to run around the mansion shirtless.

But also used to run around naked in the castle with his brothers.

Always took baths with his two little brothers, and he and Ayato always use to tease Kanato by pouring cold water on him or by stealing his bath toy.

This usually resulted in Kanato crying.

But sometimes they were nice to him and washed his hair since they felt bad. So they used to take turns washing each other’s hair.

Laito and Ayato always bribe Kanato with candy so they dare him to touch Reiji’s shoulder while he’s reading without being noticed or to mess with the cooks in the kitchen.

This way they can get a laugh out of it.

Laito used to have the servants read him bedtime stories before going to bed every night.

Kanato

Aww, isn’t he cute.

Let’s just pretend the bby in the photo on the right is Teddy lol.

It’s honestly funny how both are positioned in the same way.

Kanato wasn’t entirely alone during his childhood.

He mostly spent his time with Ayato and Laito, but sometimes he preferred to be alone.

Used to have pillow/stuffed animal fights in his room with Ayato and Laito. And they would usually end with pillows/stuffed animals ripping, causing a big cloud of fluff to explode about them.

Used to steal sweets from the castle's kitchen and was an expert at hiding it.

Little Kanato would usually sneak out of his room after everyone had been put to sleep and would sneak into the kitchen to grab a bite of whatever sweets the castle had prepared for tomorrow.

He once colored on the castle walls because he was so bored. Cordelia was so mad, but Karl honestly didn’t care since he claimed his son was expressing himself. Until this day, that wall remains with that design.

It’s canon that Kanato used to sing “Scarborough Fair” to Cordelia when he was a kid. He honestly had a natural talent for singing and finds it nice to sing on his own every so often as seen in the anime.

His brothers used to tease him about his height and he’d get sad and would claim that one day he’d be taller.

Sometimes Kanato would have nightmares as a kid. So he’d end up going to either Laito or Ayato’s room and crawl into their beds for comfort. Aww :’))

He used to be afraid of lighting as a kid.

He had a childhood crush once and Laito and Ayato teased him endlessly about it.

Used to finger paint with Laito and Ayato and they used to tease him by taking their fingers and dabbing their fingers on his nose to get paint on it. It would always make him upset.

Our poor little baby.

Ayato

Ayato usually spent his time with Kanato and Laito, but mostly Laito since sometimes Kanato wanted to be on his own.

Ayato once spent a lot of time with Kanato and Laito building this little motor that they could drive around.

Ayato decided to test it once inside the castle with Kanato and Laito.

And it actually worked! Ayato was having a lot of fun test-driving it around, and Kanato and Laito cheering him on and begging to have a turn.

But this was until Cordelia stopped Ayato and told him to go to his room for acting foolish.

In the end, their little motor ended up disappearing, and they later discovered that Cordelia had it burned.

It’s canon that Ayato took violin lessons as a kid, but this didn’t last long until Cordelia ended up breaking Ayato’s violin during her freakouts, to which his lessons ended. And he was honestly happy to get out of them.

Ayato always used to play monkey in the middle with Laito and Kanato. And you can best bet that Kanato was the monkey in the middle.

Kanato would always complain that he could never catch the ball and would throw tantrums about this.

Tbh, this hasn’t changed since the triplets play it like this until now lmao. xDD

Used to jump off the manor’s couches with Kanato and Laito with a cape and pretended he could fly.

Apparently, it’s canon that Ayato is afraid of bees. So with this, he probably developed this trauma because he got stung once when he was a kid and never got over it.

He used to grab little mice and release them into the kitchen because all the female cooks were afraid of them.

He used to get a kick out of it every time the cooks would start freaking out and throwing pots and pans and chasing them out with a broom.

He’s even done this to his aunt Beatrix but not his mom, he was too afraid. He knew she’d instantly catch on to it being him and suffer tremendous punishment for it.

Subaru

He was alone a lot of the time too.

As we know, Christa gave Subaru that silver knife he always carries around.

Whenever he was bored as a kid, he’d sometimes used it to carve or engrave things, or even weave bracelets.

He had a childhood crush! It was a girl (a child vampire like him) from a noble family that would sometimes come to court.

She was around his age and was pretty social. She noticed him at one of the gatherings and began hanging out with him since she found the gatherings boring.

So, they both would go outside since Subaru hates crowds himself. And from there, they developed a pretty cute and innocent friendship.

She actually got our little bby car to lighten up and would tag him out of nowhere so he could chase her around the courtyard.

And it was through this that Subaru developed a crush on her.

Sooner than later, he even went as far as carving his and her initials into a tree in the courtyard.

Their friendship lasted a good while throughout the years and through having such a connection, Subaru secretly swore that he’d marry her when they were of age.

But this all changed when the girl was forced to marry another suitor that was presented to her.

This left him pretty disappointed, but he figured it would end this way because he always thought it was too good to be true since he was raised to think he was “filthy.”

Used to engage in a bit of pottery making and he gave some of his works to his mom, which she gladly appreciated when she wasn’t having a mental breakdown.

Subaru keeps his little pottery works until now stashed somewhere hidden in his room so his brothers won’t find them.

And he can’t bring himself to throw them away despite part of him wanting to since he finds them foolish now. Whatever the case, he figures as long as his brothers don’t see nor find them, he’ll keep them.

Played tag with the triplets sometimes.

Would sometimes hang out with Shu, but it was rare.

They’d sometimes go on walks together in the courtyard or even carve things together, like a piece of wood from a nearby tree.

Shu once tried to teach Subaru violin, but it was a disaster.

Unfortunately, it was so bad that it was overheard by the entire castle ground and it resulted in a lot of people complaining. So with that, he never tried it again.

Despite this though, he still considered Shu his favorite brother since Shu never bothered him in an annoying way and was the only one who made an attempt to hang out with him every so often.

It’s canon that Subaru likes Kanato’s singing. Since Kanato used to sing to Cordelia when he was a child, Subaru probably overheard Kanato sing to Cordelia in the courtyard sometimes since he spent a lot of time there himself, and grew an admiration from there on out.

Subaru would sometimes use his knife to cut roses and bring them to his mom when she was feeling okay. It always brought a smile to her face.

[jaeyongdx]

hello ❣️

hiiiii everyone! so excited to be w everyone on this opening night/day/whatsever time it may be for u...i am actually prewriting this intro because i'm bored on a thursday night and too excited about opening 🫣 but anyway!! i'm carly (she/her, 25+) and this is jaeyong aka my worst boy and problematic fave. you may have seen him (and/or me) around before, and if so, hello again 🥳 otherwise it's great to meet u and i'm so excited to plot and write with everyone! i'll do the normal intro shindig and ramble about him and offer some plot ideas under the cut, so please like this if you'd like to plot! i think i'm going to try to reach out to everyone individually so this may be completely unnecessary but still adjlkfksldf here's jaeyong's about page, and here's his playlist just for fun! 💕 (as a sidenote, i also rp @dxmiyoung! she's a sideblog so i can't follow back from her but she will have her own intro shortly)

ABOUT THE MOST ANNOYING MAN YOU'VE EVER MET JAEYONG

jaeyong is the older twin of @daeyongdx

he was born into a batshit crazy family (mutagen supremacists)

they were so desperate for their children to be powerful and wrestle power away from humans that they Trained Them from essentially birth

training methods were very abusive and also all consuming

they went to school and they trained and that was it

training did also involve classes for dancing and archery and gymnastics and fencing tho, which was about as fun as it got

any fun shit jaeyong did as a child he did by lying to his parents and/or sneaking out the latter of which rarely worked

manipulation and lying well and persuasion and making yourself look good in every situation was part of the training too btw. thanks mom

their mom has the ability to insert thoughts into people's minds and is very good at it, she can make them think they're their own

so she did it with her kids too to make sure they never Really questioned training

jaeyong was remarkably social and well-adjusted in school and public all things considered

class clown type that was good at everything when he actually tried aka the most infuriating person of all time no he never grew out of that part

he ended up getting into pinnacle at 18 and daeyong did not it was a bit of a mess

but daeyong was recruited for another program that was a great and important opportunity!

aka daeyong got sent to the labs to be part of a study on twins nepa was doing

once jaeyong gets into pinnacle his parents give him infinitely more freedom

jaeyong makes it through pinnacle thinking this whole time his brother is just busy with other training and that they'd see each other once they graduated

so once he becomes a d tier hero officially he's like hey when do i get to see my brother again

he asks the right people the right questions and gets some helpful nudges along the way for him to eventually find out The Truth

he utilizes those persuasion abilities to talk nepa into letting daeyong out and experimenting on him instead. thanks mom again

daeyong doesn't know why he was released

jaeyong goes to the lab three days a week after his normal d tier hero duties and he can't say a word about it to anyone or else nepa will lock them both in there for good

he's training to be an a tier hero and he hates it actually. he's like i went through the training i did for WHAT. to smile pretty at a press conference and maybe make a couple speeches. i want to change the world!!!

but he also realizes being an a tier hero will put him in the best position to accomplish his/his parents' goals so he's like ok Fine.

he has scary powers (unhealing, blood manipulation, power detection, twin telepathy) but he's hot and it would be good optics for someone "dangerous" to be A Hero to the public so that's why nepa did it

he doesn't have much free time but he's great at time management so u will still see him out doing stuff. he plays guitar in a band. still goes to dance lessons. loves 2 party. annoying. etc

PLOT IDEAS

jaeyong is a bit of a slut so! do with that as u will.

classmates, in regular school when they were younger or pinnacle

his dad is a taekwondo instructor and his mom is a teacher at the cram school so. former students of theirs could be interesting

jaeyong's grandparents are also NOT insane and do like. private lessons to help people learn to control their abilities (they ran a school for mutagens pre-district x) so students of theirs is also an option

Rivals/Enemies. this is not that hard. just be better than jaeyong at something he's supposed to be good at and it's over LMAO

people that think he's so annoying (correct) that he continues to pester anyway for some reason or another

someone that has a crush on him because he IS unfortunately charming. to some people. bitch doesn't really know how to care about anyone other than himself and daeyong so it'll probably be one-sided though

fans of his band? he loves that band tbh. he thinks in another life he was a rockstar

his unhealing ability works on scars and bones and illnesses, including mental illnesses - but those are complicated. i'd love to do something w this but i don't know what yet lajsdjlfksjdl

people with connections to the labs! jaeyong knows the truth of what happened to you and it takes everything in him to not tell you but his and his brothers' lives depend on it

people he is using for Something. he thinks pretending to be friends with you will benefit him in some way. almost definitely related to power and influence of some sort

his power detection ability is very fun to work with. if u have any powers that might distort reality and/or trick people, he'll know they're a mutagen ability, so i'd love to do stuff w that too!

fans of "gawi," his superhero identity. he's obviously not a celebrity yet bc he's just d tier but he is sometimes in the background of a-tier business because of his training and he would love to feel famous. lmfao. but he is very friendly and all over the place so it's possible for people to find him really cool

OK I THINK THIS IS ENOUGH i actually like brainstorming way more so 🫶 LET'S GO!!!!!

[pvffinsdaisies]

The UK & Ireland as Taylor Swift songs

ENGLAND: The Archer

“Combat, I’m ready for combat. I say I don’t want that, but what if I do? ‘Cause cruelty wins in the movies, I’ve got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you.

(…)

I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay?

Dark side, I search for your dark side, but what if I’m alright, right, right here? And I cut off my nose just to spite my face, and then I hate my reflection for years and years.

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost. The room is on fire, invisible smoke. And all of my heroes die all alone, help me hold onto you.

(…)

All the king’s horses, all the king’s men, couldn’t put me together again ‘cause all of my enemies started out friends. Help me hold onto you.”

IRELAND: Mad Woman

“What did you think I’d say to that? Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill, and you know I will. (…)

Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy. What about that? And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry.

And there’s nothing like a mad woman; what a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman; you made her like that. And you poke that bear til the claws come out, and you find something to wrap your noose around. And there’s nothing like a mad woman.

Now I breathe flames each time I talk, my canons all firing at your yacht. They say “move on”, but you know I won’t. And women like hunting witches too, doing your dirtiest work for you. It’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together.

(…)

I’m taking my time, taking my time, cause you took everything from me. Watching you climb, watching you climb, over people like me. The master of spin has a couple side flings, good wives always know. And she should be mad, should be scathing like me but

No one likes a mad woman.”

NORTHERN IRELAND: Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

“The who’s who of ‘who’s that?’ Is poised for the attack, but my bare hands paved their path. You don’t get to tell me about ‘sad’

(…)

The scandal was contained, the bullet had just grazed. At all costs, keep your good name. You don’t get to tell me you feel bad.

Is it a wonder I broke? Let’s hear one more joke, then we could all just laugh until I cry.

(…)

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is? Then say they didn’t do it to hurt me, but what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me. You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me. So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs- I’m always drunk on my own tears, isn’t that what they all said- then I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn. That is fearsome and I’m wretched and I’m wrong. Put narcotics into all of my songs, and that’s why you’re still singing along.

So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street. Crash the wedding like a record scratch as I scream, “Who’s afraid of little old me?” I was tame, I was gentle ‘til the circus life made me mean, “don’t you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth!” Who’s afraid of little old me? Well, you should be.

SCOTLAND: Peace

“But I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean-wave blues come. All these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret. The devil’s in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Your integrity makes me seem small; you paint dreamscapes on the wall, I talk shit with my friends. It’s like I’m wasting your honour.

And you know that I’d swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches. Give you my wild, give you a child. Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother. Is it enough?

But there’s robbers to the east, clowns to the west. I’d give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me.”

WALES: Seven

“Please, picture me in the trees, I hit my peak at seven feet in the swing, over the creek. I was too scared to jump in, but I, I was high in the sky, with Pennsylvania under me, are there still beautiful things?

Sweet tea in the summer. Cross your heart, won’t tell no other. And though I can’t recall your face, I still got love for you. Your braid’s like a pattern, love you to the moon and to Saturn. Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long.

And I’ve been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted. Your dad is always mad, and that must be why. And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates, then you won’t have to cry or hide in the closet. And just like a folk song, our love will be passed on.

Please, picture me in the weeds, before I learnt civility. I used to scream ferociously anytime I wanted.”

[echodrops]

The Promises I’m Making (2024)

Sheesh, this year it was even harder than last year to make promises. In particular, I really wanted to focus on promises that wouldn't cost as much money as in prior years, so I tried to steer clear of too many promises that would cost above the basic spending amounts... But it turns out it is really hard to make resolutions if you're broke. 😂

So here's what I'm going with:

2024 Promises

1) Step down from my administrative position and return to being a full-time faculty member. I literally cannot take the clown show that is admin at my work anymore. It is actually killing me.

2) Related to this, redecorate my new office as soon as they decide where they are going to move me.

3) Apply for new jobs!! APPLY FOR NEW JOBS!!!

4) Train my replacement in the chair position well so they are super prepared to take over in fall.

5) Put a new sink/vanity in the downstairs bathroom of the Utah house.

6) Get both bedroom floors sanded in the Utah house upstairs.

7) Finally get rid of the dirt pile in front of the Utah house.

8) Take down the remains of the wooden fence posts at the Utah house.

9) Fully clean out and prepare the Utah house to be rented out to new renters. Hopefully the next people won’t sneak in a parrot that poops all over the floor… RIP…

10) Clean off my back patio/car port area so I can park my car there again.

11) Call the plumber and replace the faucets. Even if I end up having to do it myself.

12) Get the dead tree removed from the Texas house yard and call the internet company to see about the cable around the tree root.

13) Plant roses where the old ones died in front of the Texas house. 

14) Replace my CPU fan; the bearings are going out and it’s making an annoying noise.

15) Organize my documents (especially student papers)—my desktop and documents folders give me nightmares just looking at them. 

16) Related to that, lose at least 20 pounds. 2020-2023 was not kind to me and the stress eating was real.

17) Do at least one artwork to actually use that paint program I bought. 

18) Pay my credit debt down by at least $2000. I’m still paying off the hell year, but I hope I can make progress on this.

19) Buy all the Noragami volumes I am missing and do a complete re-read of Noragami now that the series is finishing up.

20) This is super nerdy, but my bro got me the FFXIV cookbook and made me promise to actually use it, so I guess I’d better at least try to make something from it.

21) Finish at least five books this year.

22) Update HaaH at least once. Please, Echo???

23) Reach the new level cap with all jobs in FFXIV!

24) Go to the graduation ceremony for my family friend.

25) Catch up with hanging up all the charms/pins I’ve gotten recently on my corkboards; these are just sitting in boxes/bags around the house. D;

26) Fully deep clean and vacuum/detail my own car at home. No more of the “It doesn’t make sense to clean it out now; the dog is just going to go back in it.” The dog is always going to go back in it. Clean it, Echo.

27) Help my parents tear out the carpet in my old childhood bedroom.

28) See at least three new species of birds. Doesn’t matter where, just three new ones!

29) Reach 3500 followers. Can I do it? You should follow me if you’re not already; I’m pretty cool. Just sayin’!

30) Cancel all the subscriptions I don’t need. There’s literally no reason to sit around letting companies passively profit off me when I don’t even really use the services/the services keep getting worse while the costs keep going up.

31) Go out on at least a day trip to take pictures with my friend. We haven’t done this in quite some time. I need to touch grass.

32) Repair the lovely one-of-kind ceramic plate that my dog broke with kintsugi. I want to try it at least once!

33) Really look hard for my passport in my house. It’s been missing for like a year and a half now, and I don’t want to have to pay for a new one.

34) Put all the small prints, postcards, and stickers I have collected in my new mini-print books. I can even use up washi tape to decorate too. (Finally, a purpose for the washi tape…)

35) Shred the million pieces of old mail I have lying around the house. I finally got the shredder so it just makes sense to use it.

36) Have more follow-through with chores. It’s not enough to wash the clothes or do the dishes if I then procrastinate on folding the clean laundry and putting the dried dishes back in the cabinets…

37) Put reminders for birthdays and major events in my phone as well as set a monthly reminder to check these promises. Maybe I’ll be able to keep more promises if I look at the list more often throughout the year!

38) Since I can’t afford to go to the salon, spa, etc. too much this year, I should at least do some self-care days at home. Will this be the year I finally manage to use all the fancy scrubs and face masks and bath salts I keep getting from people?

39) Use up one whole notebook. It doesn’t matter what goes in the notebook, but I gotta use the whole thing from cover to cover. I have so many pretty notebooks that never get used just because they’re pretty.

40) Change the burned-out lightbulbs in the recessed lighting in the Texas house ceiling. It’s like twelve feet high and the lightbulb charger stick I bought didn’t work, so I’m going to have to find someone with a ladder. Save me, handyman. Save me.

41) Build the pretty koi paper lantern my brother got me, or the Korean temple model my coworker gave me after his trip to Korea.

42) Actually use the yoga mat I bought forever ago. At least a few times, please???

43) Finish watching the Fruits Basket remake with Kacchan. I think we stopped in the second season, RIP.

44) Spend more time with coworkers—go out to lunch more often.

45) See about removing the PMI from at least one of my house loans to try to save money. I’ve been paying on these loans long enough I shouldn’t need PMI anymore.

46) Practice my German skills (or I guess other language skills?) by translating something at least once a month.

47) Get a new bookshelf. The current ones in both my office and foyer are already overflowing. @_@

48) Make more time to call people and talk on the phone. Texting is not the same. D;

49) Get the new COVID vaccine to stay healthy.

50) I will keep my promises! 

Good luck, 2024’s me!

[minty-sweet-art]

MINTY

DO YOU WANT A SNIPPET OF KAUFMO??? BECAUSE I CAN MAKE ONE FOR YOU RN

BIG LAD I FEEL ✨ INSPIRED ✨

Just sent the ask lol

But here the photo again lol

[caspira-writes-fanfiction]

Finding Family (Fizz's Found Family)-Chapter 4 pt.2

IOU

Asmodeus had been requesting weekly meetings with Fizzarolli ever since his first invitation into his workshop. There had only been two of them, both scheduled for Fizz’s day off to talk about the logistics of these limbs. Today Fizz didn’t know what they’d be doing, though. Today hadn’t been planned. He stood on the street corner waiting for the car that King Asmodeus insisted on sending. Fizzarolli wore the same clown costume he’d worn to his first meeting today. It’s all Asmodeus had seen him in, he was still much too afraid to wear anything other than his work costumes to his meetings. They weren’t nice by any means, but they were more appropriate by far.

Fizz leaned against his cane and checked his phone as he waited for the blue car to pull up and collect him. A whistle came from behind him at the fence line of the park. Barb.

“Have fun in Jizztown! You’re welcome!” Her face was painted and she wore Fizz’s red and white clown outfit. She flipped him off, but it was a kind gesture. A polite fuck you to let Fizzarolli know she was jealous of him. She’d taken his shift in the joke tent today and Fizz was more than scared that Mammon would be upset about it. Still, he couldn’t be too upset, could he? Asmodeus had set up this meeting, insisted on it. It’s urgent he’d messaged Fizzarolli early this morning, giving him just enough time to get someone to cover for him at work and get dressed.

Despite the anxiety surrounding Mammon’s reaction, Fizzarolli was happy to be visiting Lust today. The blue skies reminded him of a dream. He didn’t even knew the sky could be anything but green as a child. He thought other colors were only for dreams. Now he’d seen green, he’d seen pink, and he’d seen blue. Green was calming because it was home. Pink was calm like morphine. Blue was just….calm. Or at least, it had been the other three times he’d been to Lust.

Hail assaulted Fizzarolli as he stepped out of his ride. He momentarily contemplated if he was wrong to fold up his cane in the car ride over, but brushed it off as the incubus driver offered Fizzarolli his hand and helped him inside. Fizz was escorted to wait outside of Asmodeus’s office, just like the three times before.

He didn’t wait long before Asmodeus was waiting for Fizzarolli in the door frame. Fizz stood, but the king nodded down the hall, signaling that they’d be meeting in his workshop today. He hadn’t said anything yet, so Fizzarolli followed suit and stayed quiet. He made his way to his usual spot, up the steps Asmodeus made for him to get up to his work bench and into his seat. He takes this as his cue to speak.

“Good Morning, Your Highness.” Asmodeus groaned.

“Ozzie, or Asmodeus. Please, you don’t need to be so formal.”

“Asmodeus” The sin looked at Fizzarolli for the first time today. He looked upset. Fizzarolli wondered if that had anything to do with the hail today. “Care to share why you rushed me here this morning instead of sending the car on my off day?”

“Have you gotten a contract from Mammon yet?”

“I’ve about a dozen contracts wtih Mammon, you’re going to have to be more specific.” Though Fizzarolli wasn’t stupid, this had to do with his limbs. Asmodeus gave him a pointed look in response.

“He sent over one to me this morning. I’d like for you to look it over.”

“Me?” Fizzarolli was surprised. Flattered, but confused. “I’m flattered your-Ozzie…...but wouldn’t you rather have a lawyer or something look it over?” Asmodeus snapped his fingers and a stack of papers appeared next to Fizz.

“Please, just read it.”

Who was Fizzarolli to say no to a king of hell? With a resound sigh, Fizz took the first piece of paper and began reading over it. Asmodeus tinkered away behind him, fiddling with a pair of disassembled mechanical arms from one of his robots.

Nearly an hour later Fizzarolli had made it through the nearly fifty pages of legalese. None of it was too terribly difficult to understand, but all of the back and forth did make his head hurt a bit. “I get robotic limbs in exchange for Mammon’s loyalty. You’re responsible for fixing damages, you get 10% of profits made off of my services, 11% when I win his show. Is there something wrong with it?”

Asmodeus sighed. He was frustrated with the way the wiring was working out with these arms and welcomed the opportunity to put his work down. “It’s a bit more complicated than in exchange for your loyalty”

“What do you mean?” Fizzarolli knew it was less loyalty and more indentured servitude, but he was already there. He didn’t understand what Asmodeus was so concerned about.

“Read it again” Asmodeus turned his attention towards Fizzarolli, looking over the contract and highlighting the part that had originally stuck out to him.

“The First Party (Mammon) will provide the Third Party (Fizzarolli) with funding for medical procedures related to the replacement and maintenance of prosthetics created by Second Party (Asmodeus). This is on the condition that Third Party will compete in and win Mammon’s Clown Pageant on….yeah, yeah the one next year. Failure to do so will put Third Party in contempt of contract and will be liable for additional damages up to $50,000 or more as is determined by marketing loss strategist. Third Party will be contracted under First Party to accept any and all obligations deemed necessary by first party as payment for debt provided. First party will provide itemized copy of services provided and balance payed off at end of each month to Third Party. Contract lasts until Third Party has paid off debt in full or is no longer able to perform.”

“That’s pretty standard, isn’t it?” Fizzarolli asked after reading the section aloud. It wasn’t fantastic by any means, but Fizzarolli was already going to spend the rest of his life trying to pay off his debts as it was. What was important was that Mammon was giving him the chance.

“You’ll be obligated to accept any and all obligations Mammon deems necessary?” Asmodeus sounded skeptical. There’s something he’s seeing that Fizzarolli still isn’t.

“Yeah. Gets to tell me where in the park I’m working, if I’m doing any gigs in any of his other places. He just opened a comedy club, I’m hoping I’ll be able to get some work there. I mean, all I’m really doing in the Little Top is telling jokes.”

“That’s not specified. What you’d be signing off on is anything.”

“But that’s what he means.” What was Asmodeus trying to get at? The King of Lust sighed as he put his hand up to his head.

“And what if he decides he wants you to kill someone?” Fizzarolli laughed at the question. That was ridiculous.

“I wouldn’t know where to begin. He wouldn’t ask me that.”

“What if he wants to sleep with you?” Fizzarolli’s blood ran cold. You’re a fucking freak, mate. Mammon’s voice weaseled its way into the back of Fizzarolli’s head. What are you planning to do, Fizzy? You want to fuck him?. Mammon had never shown interest in Fizzarolli before, but he did have a weird fucking obsession with the sex dolls. If Fizzarolli had the arms and legs of one, would that mean Mammon would want to fuck him? The idea sent a shiver down Fizzarolli’s spine. He felt a little nauseous. Asmodeus made a good point.

Lust could taste how the room went sour and frowned as he noticed Fizzarolli starting to fall into the same hollow stare he’d noticed during their first meeting. He sighed and put his hand down on the counter, close enough to Fizzarolli that he hoped it would draw his attention, but not close enough to touch him.

“Do your other contracts have entertainment stipulations? Do they outline that you’re contracted to perform?” The king’s new proximity and concern in his voice was enough to keep Fizz in the front of his mind.

“I ah, I think so? I’d have to read over them again.”

“Please do. If you’d be comfortable, I’d like to look over them.” Fizzarolli didn’t know what he felt when Asmodeus offered, but he was compelled to lean in closer to the sin and nod. “Are you free to meet again later this week?”

“Will I be visiting Lust often?” Fizzarolli’s question stilled Asmodeus in quiet contemplation for a moment.

“You can visit as often as you want.”

“That’s expensive.” Asmodeus’s previous comment had confused Fizzarolli, Fizz’s response had only served to confuse Asmodeus more.

“I’m happy to send a car”

“That’s expensive” Fizzarolli repeated. Asmodeus sighed.

“I’m not charging you.” Fizzarolli had no idea why Asmodeus insisted on spending so much on him. Looking from the contract he’d just read over, Asmodeus wasn’t making much money off out of the deal. Fizzarolli couldn’t help but think it was a waste, or worse, a trick. Would Lust hold his generosity over Fizz’s head later? He had been nothing but respectful in the month that Fizzarolli had known Asmodeus, but a month wasn’t enough time to really get to know someone. Especially not someone as ancient as Sin.

“Why?” He couldn’t help but question it.

Asmodeus could answer in a few different ways, but he didn’t think Fizzarolli really wanted to hear his answer. This moment felt more like an instigation, so he decided to turn the conversation on its head.

“Would you be happier if I did?”

“It would make sense if you did” Fizzarolli’s response was automatic. He didn’t even listen to the question, he was just ready to bite. Asmodeus rolled his eyes in amusement and chuckled.

“That’s not what I asked” Asmodeus chided lightly. “Do you want me to?”

Fizzarolli paused. He’d never actually considered what he’d wanted in all of this. While Fizz contemplated his question, Asmodeus put his work on the robot aside and pulled out a large file of papers. He laid them on the table but didn’t open the folder yet. He turned to another part of his office, Fizzarolli couldn’t see what he was doing.

“I’ll consider it.”

Asmodeus’s back was turned to Fizzarolli when he told him he’d consider the offer so he couldn’t see Lust smile. Not until you’re recovered, not until I’ve made this work the sin thought.

He returned to the workbench with a lab coat on. Fizzarolli cocked his head to the side and hummed in amusement.

“So was the contract the urgent thing or was that just foreplay for whatever this is?” Asmodeus opened the folder and searched through the stack of papers. He grabbed one packet and began reviewing it while he floated four large images in front of the two of them with a snap of his finger.

Fizzarolli looked up at them. He didn’t know how he felt about what he was looking at. He was amazed, firstly, that Asmodeus had these. Then secondly, he was confused. He wasn’t sure if he should be angry or not.

“What the hell is this?” Asmodeus had turned back to his work station and was preparing something. but again, Fizzarolli couldn’t really see from his vantage point.

“Your medical records. Belphagor sent them over the other day.” Fizzarolli couldn’t help but stare at the x-rays. The way that the bones just…ended in some places. One of the earlier one showed where the bone had been shattered, splintered off into a million pieces. It hadn’t been worth saving, he was told. A shiver went down Fizzarolli’s spine, he decided to turn his attention to Asmodeus instead.

“Does this mean you’ve cracked the code?” Fizzarolli sat at the edge of his seat.

“Almost. Tomorrow’s blocked out for testing.” The whole day blocked out for testing? Fizzarolli wondered if that was a normal amount of time to dedicate to such a task or if he was special. When he was in Lust, Fizzarolli felt special. The smile that spread across Fizzarolli’s face was stupid large. They’d spent three and a half hours during their first meeting going over logistics, ideas, desires. Their following meetings were just as long. Each time, Asmodeus had clearly dedicated a fair amount of time into development. Fizzarolli was amazed that he’d managed to get a prototype ready so quickly.

Asmodeus turned around and was caught off guard by the expression on Fizzarolli’s face. Being a clown there was a certain amount of whimsy that Fizzarolli naturally exuded, but this was the first time he saw wonder on the other’s face. It was blinding.

“What the fuck is that?” Fizz’s tone brought Asmodeus back to reality. Fizzarolli’s wonder wasn’t there anymore, now replaced by emphasized confusion and…...disgust? He blinked and followed Fizzarolli’s line of sight.

“Oh, it’s for your leg.” Asmodeus set the cylinder down on the table. Asmodeus’s hands started to gravitate towards the other but he quickly pauses. “I need to make a mold, for the prosthetic."

“You sure? You’ve got a big cylinder of goo you want me to stick my leg into. This feels like the set-up for a porno. The attractive sex toy manufacturer asking to strip the cripple before making a freaky mold for his monster fleshlight.”

Asmodeus was taken aback. He really didn’t know how to respond. He knew by now that he couldn’t ever really know what to expect from the other, and he hadn’t considered the way that this situation might have looked to someone with less information. He couldn’t get the image out of his head, and something about the way Fizz said it was just funny.

It started with the ram’s head, who’s face split into a grin. Bull caught on next. By the time Fizzarolli noticed what the two heads were up to, the low rumble that had started deep in Asmodeus’s chest had turned into a booming roar of laughter. It was surprising to Fizzarolli, but contagious. Only a few seconds later and Fizz was croaking in laughter along with him. The two of them stayed caught up in it until they were both short of breath.

Asmodeus wiped tears out of his eyes as he took a deep breath and forced himself to settle. All four faces in the room kept their smiles, though the two bodies took a minute to settle. Asmodeus’s hand motioned toward Fizzarolli’s legs, silently asking if he can continue and help Fizz with taking off his prosthetic.

“May I?”

Fizzarolli snorted and nodded at Lust.

“Sure. Just don’t go sticking your dick in there later.” Asmodeus chuckled quietly to himself and lifted up Fizzarolli’s pant leg with the utmost delicacy.

“I promise I won’t.”

Later that evening, while Asmodeus toiled away in his workshop quadruple checking the power system he had designed for tomorrows testing, he found himself thinking about the jingly little jester that had brightened his afternoon. Fizzarolli was something special, Asmodeus hadn’t laughed that hard in years.

[reddeadreference]

Horseshoe Overlook: The Spines of America

Full Transcript below ([...] placed where a gap of silence is for the same person speaking or when there’s a long period of silence and distance traveled.)   

[The video starts with getting the mission]

Susan: Mr. Morgan

Arthur: Yes. Miss Grimshaw?

Susan: Mr. Matthews gave me a message for you, he said when it was convenient to head into Emerald Ranch. He’s looking at a few business things there.

Arthur: Okay.

Susan:  Oh, he’ll find something, too, he always does. Well, you be well now, Mr. Morgan.

Arthur: I’m always well, Miss Grimshaw.

[Video cuts to Arthur riding up to Emerald Ranch. [Hosea and Seamus are sitting outside a barn when Arthur walks up to them.]

Hosea: That’s an interesting way of putting it, Seamus.

Seamus: Oh no doubt, I do interesting very well. It’s trusting I don’t do so well.

Hosea: Please… I know how to work with good people, Seamus, and I work in the right way.

Seamus: Well, they all say that… I never met an idiot that called himself one.

Hosea: Very true… in that case, I’m an idiot. But… I know how to get things done efficiently. Look at me, why would I lie about this?

[Arthur approaches]

Hosea: Arthur. This is Seamus… he’s our new partner.

Seamus: I ain’t no such thing.

Hosea: Prospective new partner if he likes us.

Seamus: Liking ain’t the problem… trusting is, as I said. Keep your voices down… I don’t want my boss hearing. This is a side line.

Hosea: Course. Look at us, honest as the day is long.

Seamus: Exactly.

Hosea: I tell you what, let us prove ourselves.

Arthur: Prove ourselves? To this clown? What you talking about?

Seamus: Good day, Hosea, good luck with your business dealings.

Hosea: Listen, he’s rough and ready and quick with his tongue, but I swear, you can trust him, and trust me.

Seamus: I’m an old man.

Hosea: You’re not old, Seamus.

Seamus: I’m old enough… and you know why I ain’t dead?

Hosea: You don’t trust idiots.

Seamus: Exactly.

Hosea: We’re not idiots… let us prove it to you.

Seamus: Okay… I tell you what…

Hosea: (motioning to Arthur, who has sat down, to come over) Arthur!

Seamus: Old Bob Crawford and his boys… just bought a beautiful stolen stage coach from upstate. It’s in their barn. Now you go get that… and then we can work together.

Hosea: Who’s old Bob Crawford?

Seamus: An acquaintance of mine.

Hosea: So you want us to take out your competition?

Seamus: Well, he-he’s not just an acquaintance but a cousin… by marriage. I also want to see if you boys got what it takes. Now, you survive that…

Hosea: Where is he?

Seamus: He’s in a farmhouse just northwest of here, called Carmody Dell. It’s just up the train tracks as you’re heading up towards Fort Wallace. There’s also some money in that house, but that’s your business, not mine, but don’t kill nobody. Folks know we ain’t intimate no more and they’ll know it was me.

Hosea: But, you’re fine with us robbing your cousin?

Seamus: By marriage… and yes, I’d love it.

Hosea: You heard the man, let’s go rob his cousin.

Seamus: By marriage.

[They get on their horses.]

Arthur: Really?

Hosea: Really. Lead the way. He said the place is just northwest of here.

Arthur: Me?

Hosea: You’re the one who’s been out gallivanting around here.

Arthur: That’s what you call it. Clearly you’ve recovered from your bear encounter.

Hosea: Could have played that better, couldn’t you?

Arthur: Thought you wanted me here to show some strong arm? That’s usually how it goes.

Hosea: Yes, but… you know how this works.

Arthur: C’mon, Hosea. That feller’s a joke.

Hosea: And that’s why he’s perfect. He won’t cause us any problems. A safe spot to fence wagons and coaches, that’s easy money for us.

Arthur: I guess you’re right.

Hosea: Come on, it’s not like he’s asking us to rob a bank. If the two of us can’t steal a stagecoach from Seamus’ old crooked cousin by marriage, we should hang up our hats now.

=Emerald Ranch?=

Arthur: So what’s the story with that Emerald Ranch? You find out anything else?

Hosea: A little. Owner’s a nasty type, by all accounts. Seamus is sure scared of him.

Arthur: That’s not saying much.

Hosea: Something strange about the place. Used to be a saloon there, general store. Now it’s all closed up, but they seem to have money.

Arthur: Sounds worth a look around.

Hosea: For sure… Seamus also mentioned the rancher’s daughter a couple of times, how he used to see her around all the time but now she never leaves the house. Probably just sweet on her.

Arthur: That what you call finding out a little?

Hosea: Once he opens up, seems Seamus does like to talk.

Arthur: Hopefully not too much.

=How are you feeling about things?=

Arthur: How you feeling about things now?

Hosea: What things?

Arthur: This place, the gang… been here a few weeks now.

Hosea: Good, I think. Better.

Arthur: I figured more folks would have cut and run on us, given everything that happened.

Hosea: Like Dutch always says, a lone wolf don’t last long out on the plains.

Arthur: He does like to trot that one out.

Hosea: People see that, especially when they get a few years on them. Even someone like Micah. 

Arthur: There’s a couple of folks, I wish, had cut and run.

Hosea: Maybe they’d say the same about you.

|

[The two ride until they see the house]

Hosea: That must be the place up ahead. We should go on foot from here. Let's see what we’re dealing with, come on. [...] There’s the house. I see the barn in the back, stagecoach has to be in there. [...] Okay, let’s take a quick look at the place…

=Night=

Arthur: See anyone?

Hosea: Nope. Okay… I reckon we can do it now. Sneak in, I’ll get the coach, you can try the house. Or… wait until morning, when I’ll head over… distract them by putting on a little show… while you sneak into the house, find what you can, and… then get the stagecoach. What do you think?

=Night wait for Day=

Arthur: Let’s wait.

[The next morning]

Hosea: Okay… let’s get on with this, Mr. Morgan.

Arthur: Yes.

Hosea: Let me head up there and make a fool of myself.

Arthur: With pleasure.

Hosea: Just don’t get caught… because it’s me they’ll shoot first.

=Day wait for Night=

Hosea: Okay, let’s take a quick look at the place…

Arthur: Anyone around?

Hosea: Yes. Okay… I reckon we can do it now. I’ll head over, distract ‘em by putting on a little show while you sneak into the house, find what you can… then get the stagecoach. Or… wait until nightfall. Sneak in, then I’ll get the coach. You can try the house. What do you think?

Arthur: Let’s wait.

[Night falls]

Hosea: Okay, let’s go.

Arthur: Sure.

Hosea: You go into the house… I’ll go find this wagon.

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=Day=

(not shown in video but if it’s day and you pick day they say the following two lines)

Arthur: Let’s do it now.

Hosea: Sure. Alright then… don’t follow me. 

[Hosea walks towards the house.]

Hosea: Wait until I have them distracted outside, then sneak into the house.

=Hosea’s Full Distraction=

[He goes to the house to distract its inhabitants. Arthur, meanwhile, is robbing everything that he can find.]

Hosea: My good man… my good young man. Fair thee well! Fair thee well. (chuckles) Is your father home, son?

Junior: Sure is.

Hosea: Get him down here, please, get him down here.

Junior: Get lost, mister.

Hosea: I was lost! For many years, I was lost. Many years. Now I’m not. You know what? [Crawford walks out] Oh, here he is, are you the father of the house?

Crawford: Sure.

Hosea: Pleasure to meet you. I was just chatting with junior here a bit.

Crawford: You selling something, partner?

I’m not selling, I’m giving it away! (CHECK THIS) I was just telling, uh… uh, y-your, junior, what’s your name son?

Junior: Robert Crawford the third, sir. 

Hosea: The… oh?

Hosea: Pleasure to meet you. Both of yous, uh… My name… my name is… now don’t… tell no one because in New York, I’m kind of famous. I once preformed on Broadway… now that’s not important or relevant, I have been saved! I have been found! Oh, no I-I-I saw it in your eyes. You think I’m a nut! Do you think I’m a nut, Bob Crawford the Third?

Junior: I ain’t interested in no religious talk.

Hosea: I’m not a religious man. Respects them as has it, but I got something better. Way better than church. And twice as useful. Free! Spinal… alignment.

Crawford: What?

Hosea: Spinal… alignment! The Lord God Almighty, or who, whomever built us, put our brains in here but our souls is in our backs. You sir, y-your back looks kind of tricky and complicated. 

Crawford: Sure.

Hosea: I can fix that for you. Just ten or, fifteen sessions.

Crawford: Whiskey suits me fine sir.

Hosea: Whiskey? It’s whiskey is, is causing the problems! [...] You ever meet a Scot who didn’t hobble in old age? But the English stand tall, sir… Gin! They drink gin. And what is gin made with? Junipers… And what does the juniper do? Creates movement in the spine… Whereas your whiskey, made with grain as it is, leaves the spine brittle. Hence your hobbling Jock. Please… lay down here a little. It won’t take long. [...]  I was worse than you, sir. I was broken… 

(NOTE: In the video the second angle made the distraction shorter somehow so I went back and got the other bad angle for the rest of the distraction.

Hosea: Look at me now… I dance every night. Women adore me. I got the magic. Seriously, it’s all about the spine. We think our brains is in our heads, but they are in our backs too. Ooh… I can tell you’re a very wise man, but the troubles, they’re killing you…

Crawford: That’s the spot.

Hosea: Oh, I… I know it is… Gimme a minute, sir… you’ll have women again. Women and song and dancing… and dancing, do you like dancing?

Crawford: I’ve never been a dancing man, no.

Hosea: Well, that explains everything… that explains it! Uh, give me a minute, sir! Don’t let those troubles kill ya! Is that better? Just a bit?

Crawford: Yeah… yeah, it’s a… it’s a little bit better!

Hosea: This session has been free but perhaps, I might call again?

Crawford: How much’ll it cost me?

Hosea: I’m offering you virility and you’re asking me about money, sir?

Crawford: I ain’t made of money, mister…

Hosea: My rates are reasonable… have a think about it. I’ll be around this way next week. Goodbye, gentlemen!

|

[Video cuts back to Arthur robbing the house with the distraction in the back a few moments after Crawford leaves the house. Arthur leaves a chest open.]

[Video cuts to Hosea getting to the barn first]

Hosea: Get on, dear boy.

=Chest was left open=

Junior: (runs out of the house) Pa, pa… pa, there’s a problem. Pa, there’s a problem. My chest was robbed!

Crawford: (walks out to see the two on the stagecoach) You bastards, you bastards! Junior, get the gun!

Hosea: Damn it, they’re onto us! [...] Damn it, Arthur, you should have been more careful.

Arthur: Yeah, sorry, I must have left a chest open.

=Found chimney stash=

Hosea: So what were you able to lift from the house?

Arthur: Found some money stashed away. Must be a few hundred. Not too bad.

Hosea: Not bad at all.

=Day - Don’t make it into the house=

Hosea: You done? Anything good in there?

Arthur: Er, I didn’t actually make it inside in the end, was too busy watching your show.

Hosea: Christ, Arthur. Well too late now, let’s just grab the stagecoach and go then. (unsubtitled)  Come on, let’s get this thing moving!

=Exit back of house=

(If you go through the front entrance Crawford will see you)

Hosea: (unsubtitled)  I think we’re going the wrong way here [...] Nicely done, we got everything we needed.

Arthur: And I’m pretty sure they never even knew I was there

Hosea: Best way, less problems the better right now. Just need to get back to Seamus in one piece and it’s a good day’s work.

=Day - robbed $0=

Hosea: So what were you able to lift from the house?

Arthur: Er, I didn’t actually make it inside in the end, was too busy watching your show.

Hosea: What? I was supposed to be distracting them, not you!

Arthur: What can I say? You ain’t lost it yet.

=Night=

Hosea: Maybe take a peek through the windows before you go in, make sure it’s all quiet.

[The video then fast forwards through Arthur robbing the house]

Hosea: Get on, dear boy.

=Night - Threaten Bob Crawford=

[Arthur puts a knife to a sleeping Bob Crawford’s throat then covers his mouth with his other hand]

Arthur: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh… (he removes his hand when Crawford stops making noise) Now where’s the money?

Crawford: Ain’t got no money, mister.

[Arthur punches him]

Arthur: Now somehow I don’t believe you. Where is it?

Crawford: In the chimney.

[Arthur knocks Crawford out]

=Night - Seen/Threatened Bob Crawford]

Hosea: Nicely done, we got everything we needed.

Arthur: One of them spotted me, but he ain’t going nowhere for a while.

Hosea: Dammit, Arthur. Okay, well, let’s just get back to Emerald Ranch and finish things up.

=Night - Didn’t loot the chimney=

Hosea: So what were you able to lift from the house?

Arthur: A few bits and pieces, nothing too fancy.

Hosea: Well we need anything we can get right now.

|

(NOTE: The video says “=Night - Didn’t loot the chimney=” but it’s not supposed to and I had already deleted all the video stuff for it so I couldn’t fix it)

Arthur: This was easier than hunting a thousand-pound grizzly anyway.

Hosea: No doubt. I won’t forget that in a hurry.

Arthur: I’m looking forward to your retelling of that one around the campfire.

Hosea: "It wasn’t the first time Mr. Matthews had stared death in the eye, and as usual he did not flinch".

Arthur: Exactly. So how long you think we’re gonna stick around here for?

Hosea: Not sure. Until we can’t, I suppose. Feels like we’re starting to get back on our feet, slowly but surely. Just need to keep at it. Okay, here we are. Just pull the coach into the barn there. Hello, Seamus… we met your cousins.

Seamus: How was it?

Hosea: Fine… nice people.

Seamus: Park that thing in here… quickly. Nice work, Hosea.

Hosea: It was mostly Arthur. Like I said, coarse, but competent.

[Seamus pays for the robbery.]

Seamus: Here.

Hosea: Thank you.

Seamus: If you find any other coaches that need selling… I’ll see what I can offer you for them. But discreet, you know?

Hosea: Of course.

Seamus: Goodbye, gentlemen.

Hosea: I’m heading back to camp, I think. You coming?

=Don’t go back to camp with Hosea=

Arthur: No, I’ll catch up with you later.

Hosea: Okay, stay out of trouble.

=Go back to camp with Hosea=

Arthur: Sure.

[The two ride off and return to camp, video continues to play just to show there’s no other dialogue]

[meow-town]

Are u down to clown with some MmMmM NSFW Glam hcs? 👀

Indeed I am 😳

Glam Shvagenbagen x Reader Smut HCs

SMUT UNDER THE CUT !

-Glam is far more kinky than he may seem. As vainilla and charming as he appears, once he feels comfortable enough to have sex with you, he’s letting loose completely.

-Slapping, choking, bondage, roleplay, vouyerism, impact play, etc.. He’s into all of those things. And is willing to try just about anything.

-There is something he’s on the fence about. Degrading. He’s fine with you shaming him and calling him a ‘slut’ or so on, but he just doesn’t feel right calling you those things. He feels like he’s hurting you. But don’t worry, assure him that it gets you off and he’ll do it.

-His favourite has to be intimate sex, however. He likes teasing and orgasm controlling and all that, but the feeling of closeness as he slowly rocks his hips into you, holding you near his chest, cannot be topped. Pun intended.

-He is a switch, although most of the time he tops. He’s a service dom and a service sub! Glam just wants to make you feel pleased till the point of exhaustion <3

-Glam is always gentle, it’s very rare to see him really go animalistic. He’ll take a moment after each orgasm he gives you to just run his hands down your back until it’s time for a second round.

-He likes being marked, I’ll say it. The sight of his neck littered with deep purple hickeys awakens something inside him. He even has the urge to not cover them up and just leave the house with them on display.

-Likes being spanked, but doesn’t really like spanking you, etc, etc…

-Is willing to use toys as well! Anything to increase the pleasure :)

-More of a soft hc, but he once told you to strip so he could sketch all of your features, he fucked you as soon as he finished ofc, but the drawing is still hidden away in one of his drawers.

-He’s amazing at fingering😳 no shit, I mean, have you seen him playing those guitar solos????? Those skills aren’t reserved for his guitar, lemme tell you that. The speeds he can reach are inhumane.

-He’ll try to make each time as romantic as possible, even if you’re in a rush and it’s just lighting a candle <3

-He goes all out on valentines, rose petals on the bed, two glasses of red wine, and a bunch of those aphrodisiac chocolates. And of course, breakfast in bed the morning after.

-I’m gonna circle back to Glam’s skills with his hands. He likes to do origami sometimes, and he’s good at putting things together in that way. This includes ropes. He’ll make the most gorgeous patterns on your body only to fuck you in them, slowly rocking his hips into you while he whispers sweet nothings to nothing in particular. <33

-Doesn’t really make you beg for it, nor will he tease. Just gets straight to the point.

-He loves, loves, loves foreplay!!! Has to be his favourite overall part of sex. Watching you quiver under him as he traces his tongue over every detail of you <333

——

sorry this was so short, I rarely read smut and don’t really know what to do with it 😭 but I’ll learn eventually

[lemon-boy-stan]

LO$ERS -> 36. "GONE"

You'd been gripping the baseball bat out of survival before, but now you were holding it out of spite and confidence, because you knew what killed the clown. Your friends, with Yeonjun and Soobin fighting the clown together, circled around with you as you battled the monster.

You swung the bat with even more violence than when you had swung it at Beomgyu, gritting your teeth furiously, sprouting any insult at the clown that came to your mind.

"You think you're scary?" you crowed at the beast, cackling loudly, "please. You're not scary. I mean, you feed off the thing that makes you weak! You're nothing but a parasite. You're not a monster. You're just a clown, and I feel sorry for you."

Pennywise began to shrivel so that it was the height of a small school bus. "I'm a destroyer of worlds!" roared the clown, "an eater of fear! I'm an inevitable darkness!" but all you did was scoff, shaking your head, buying Taehyun enough time. "No you're not. You're just a clown."

And you began to chant the words, "clown, clown, clown, clown!" over and over again. You didn't really need the baseball bat anymore, but you held it just in case, casually swinging it if the clown decided to attack you. The more you began to insult it, the smaller it got. The clown shrank, and was now the size of a human.... It wasn't even scary any more.

Then it all happened so fast. Taehyun jumped Like he was competing in a javelin throw, launching the rusted fence pole high in the air, stabbing the clown through its skull... but the clown was faster.

It lifted one of its arms as the spear plunged into its head. The clown formed a spear itself with its own arm, reaching up and stabbing Taehyun in the chest.... But Taehyun didn't notice, he didn't notice as you screamed and ran over and blood started to pour from his chest and the clown began to disintergrate like broken pieces of China glass... he did not notice at all.

"Y/N, look! I killed it! We can go home now, I killed it!" as the clown gradually began to dissappear, tears started spilling from your eyes, blocking your breath. Taehyun frowned, jumping down.

"Hey, what's wrong?" and suddenly he looked down at his shirt, the clown's reformed arm still piercing a gashing hole in his skin and said, "oh," very, very softly.

Still crying, you ran over as Taehyun fell backwards. You were sure that he others had joined you, but you couldn't tell if they were there, it was like Taehyun's dying was blocking out everything else.

"Do not die on me," you gripped his cold arm tightly, "do not die on me, Kang Taehyun! Do not die on me." you were choking on your tears. "We can go home. We can go home! Please, Taehyun. Please. I can't do it without you... please..."

You'd wished that Taehyun was a joker. That he was just being funny, like how when Yeonjun had pretended to be dead so Soobin would kiss him. You kept praying, just kept praying, that it was just a mean prank of his. But when it wasn't, and when he wouldn't, didn't, couldn't wake up, that was when everything inside of you broke. You let out an injured cry and yell, an "inevitable darkness" surrounding you, so many memories, so many Taehyun memories rolling through your mind that you didn't ever want to leave, that you just wanted to stay forever with him in the sadness.

But your friends wouldn't let you. Your brother wouldn't let you. "Y/N..." Soobin spoke softly, tugging your sleeve gently, "Y/N, we have to go. We can't... we have to go." you weren't listening, though. "No," you shook your head, still holding on to Taehyun's lifeless body, "no, we can't leave him here. It's not safe. We should get him to a hospital. He could be in a coma or something.... He's gonna wake up, he has to wake up. We can help him. Guys, someone help me!" you tried to carry him, but he was too heavy. It just made you cry more, "someone help me!"

But no one moved, not even as the cistern crumbled above.... "Y/N, come on, we have to go, the entire place is going down," this was Beomgyu, who was pulling you away from Taehyun, away from the closest friend who'd ever loved you. "Baby, come on," Beomgyu was crying too, everyone was crying, but the word struck a cord in you. You knew he loved you. You knew you loved him. But you couldn't leave Taehyun here, you couldn't. He wasn't going to be just another missing kid...

You pulled Taehyun's body, dragging him from the cistern... just as you were out, just as you and Taehyun were out, a large pile of rock fell from the ceiling, seperating the living world from the dead... you screamed again as you saw the division between you and your best friend, when you saw that the only thing you had left of Taehyun was the covered-inblood army jacket that you'd pulled off just in time.

You fell to your knees, sobbing as you realised that Taehyun was finally and actually gone. Taehyun, who had defended you against all the other boys' mean jokes, who had always listened to you complain about Beomgyu, who'd written songs with you, who'd held you close that night in the tent when you couldn't sleep, who could always tell what smiles were fake, was gone.

Taehyun was gone.

The sobs were uncontrollable. You cried into his army jacket, your body shaking... the other Losers huddled around you, crying loudly, but not as loud as you. Something fell from Taehyun's jacket as you shook.

Shaking, you snatched it before it could fly away. You uncrumpled it in your hands.... The photograph smiled up at you... it was painful, but you forced yourself to remember the day you'd taken it....

You'd all gone to the arcade and had managed to squeeze inside the photobooth.... You weren't smiling because you were grumpy that they'd forced you next to Beomgyu, squishing you on the left. Taehyun wasn't even looking at the camera. He was smiling, though. At you. And you were sure you would never be able to stop crying ever again.

a/n: wooohooo! LO$ERS is finally finished!!! im very very sorry that it ended like this but it's hilarious watching you all suffer. ily guys. special thanks to @fourthirtyone-am i love you so much. also, im very sorry about it being a mostly written fic 😅 but i hope you liked it anyway guys! next one (jay x reader; enhypen) will come soon! send an ask if you want to be tagged, ill be posting a blurb soon!

summary: derry, maine, 1989. there have been a collection of missing persons cases, but that doesn't stop the losers club from having fun. y/n and her friends are determined to have a good time, and nothing is going to get in their way. genre: fluff, crack, it 2017 au. pairing: choi beomgyu x reader. side pairing: yeonbin (yeonjun and soobin)

tags: @fictional-character-whore; @fourthirtyone-am; @sweetrainwrites; @pinkheadflowers; @wonclusion; @wh4txium1n; @yolk-ashi; @kac-chowsballs; @chillfilms; @epiphany-beom; @erosoobin; @soobin-chois ; @the7thcrow; @solarswonderland; @yeonwon; @biuebinnie; @strawbrinkofdeath; @jenowithjaem ; @wonyofanclub; @squiishymeow; @jiminslajibolala03; @dee-zbignuts; @sftpjmn; @rencarnationofangel

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[unecoccinellenoire]

2.I might have had a few shots

Gabenath

The sound of two very drunk men outside her door makes Nathalie place her book down. So much for having a quiet night with Adrien happily off with Kagami on an overnight trip for a fencing tournament and Gabriel...otherwise occupied.

"Nathalie," Gabriel announces with a slam open of her door.

She takes in the volume and his somewhat dishevelled appearance. "Have much have you had?"

Looking like Adrien when he's caught in a lie, his hand awkwardly goes to the back of his neck, "I might have had a few shots."

"We got into the good stuff I knew he'd been hiding," Harry cheerfully expands. His hair looks just as dishevelled as Gabriel's, if baring it slightly better

Nathalie collapses back into her bed, "why are you here sir?"

"Gaby," Harry sounds delighted, "you make her call you sir?"

"Don't be a clown about this," Gabriel says, "you know it's not like that."

The other man shoves him in, "well tell her then!"

Nathalie looks between them, suddenly very concerned, "Tell me what?"

Gabriel hesitates, but at Harry's nod he comes over and sits down by her on the bed taking her hands, "Nathalie Sancoeur. I love you."

"You're drunk," she says flatly but internally her heart is breaking into pieces that he'd humiliate her like this in front of his frenemy like this without even the chance for an akuma.

Said man makes his stupid nose honk.

At least Gabriel has sense enough to match her look at disbelief at him.

"What?" Harry says, "that was the worst face plant I've ever seen, and I face plant professionally. Where's the scene of romance I was painted downstairs. You've got to give her the big speech, look do you want me to write it?"

"No." Gabriel says desperately, "please don't."

"I'm just,"

"Nathalie," Gabriel squeezes her hands again, "you're been my only support through one of the worst times in my life, you're irreplaceable to me, I," his voice breaks, "I can't lose you and I don't want to lose you. I want you by my side, I want that more than anything, more than,"

Stunned as she is Nathalie manages to tilt her head towards Harry.

Thankfully Gabriel seems to get her mind, "more than what I thought I wanted," he finishes, "and I don't just want you here, I don't just want you as my friend, I can't stop thinking about your lips, about your hair, even when I try to focus on someone else I'm thinking of you,"

"Trust me," Harry says, sounding rather regretful in a way Nathalie can commiserate with. "it's true."

Nathalie's takes a deep breath, as she tries to steady herself, with Gabriel just there looking at her like that.

She turns to look at Harry, "Get out of this house in the next few seconds and I'll make sure Gabriel let's Adrien act in your film."

It might even be fun to see a parody of Chat Noir.

"You don't share Gaby's exhibitionism then?"

She glares.

"Alright. Alright. I'm gone. And he owes me."

The moment the door shuts Nathalie reaches for Gabriel's shoulders, "Now show me you mean that."

[theskywaslookingback]

I prithee do tell us of your Tim gets kidnapped as well AU

*kisses you gently on the forehead* ive been in a jonmartim mood lately so pardon that but—

‘Just talk to him,’ Martin had said imploringly, his hand outstretched in supplication, his eyes wide and sad and practically begging.

Tim has never had an easy time saying no to Martin, least of all when he’s being looked at like that.

So Tim had agreed, under the condition that Martin come to play mediator and that Tim could walk away the second Jon tried to turn on a bloody tape recorder.

He should have said no. He should have told Martin to drop it, to leave it alone. He should have stayed home, texted Martin that he wouldn’t be able to make it.

Instead, Tim finds himself sipping coffee outside a cafe with Martin beside him picking at a blueberry muffin and waiting for the one person in the world he wants to see the least.

Martin glances at his phone again, foot bouncing restlessly against the pavement, fingers tapping on the small metal table they’ve managed to snag. Tim drops his hand on top of Martin’s, if only to still his fidgeting for a moment.

“He’s late.” Martin says.

Tim hums in acknowledgment, though truthfully he doesn’t know exactly what time Jon had said he’d meet with them in the first place.

“What if something’s wrong?”

“Like what?” Tim asks flatly.

“I don’t know. What if— what if he’s hurt or something? You saw what he looked like when he came back to the Institute. His hand—“ Martin’s foot thumps frantically against the ground, “I don’t like it.” He says more insistently.

“He’s fine. He probably just got caught up on the tube or something.”

Martin makes a sound of derision and checks his phone again.

“What? You think he’s going to text you if he’s in trouble? ‘Oh Martin please help I’m being kidnapped.’”

“I wish he would,” Martin says sharply, pulling his hand out from under Tim’s, “I would probably worry less.”

“You wouldn’t.” Tim leans back in his chair, swiveling his head to the side so he doesn’t have to look at the pointed glare Martin sends him. After a moment he sees a figure a short ways down the street. A bedraggled fence post of a man wearing a shirt a size too big for him and a jacket that swamps even that. Tim nudges Martin with his foot and jerks his head to the side, “See, I told you-“

Martin looks up from his phone and then his eyes widen and he stands so quickly that it knocks his chair out from under him.

“Martin, what-“

Tim forgets that for as big as Martin is, as gentle and prone to taking his time as he was, that he can move very quickly when he needs to. Martin sprints from the table with a startled cry and Tim whips back around.

Tim can’t see Jon anymore, but he can see the van pulled up in the spot he’d just been standing. Tim barely registers the first word ‘Breekon’ before he’s out of his seat and running after Martin.

There’s a moment where Tim sees Jon struggling between two very large men, a rough looking bag being forced over his head, and then Martin barrels into them.

He hears Martin shout “Jon!” before one of the men recovers and takes a swing at Martin.

He hits him squarely in the stomach, and Tim sees Martin slump, before Tim is there at his side and he takes a swing of his own.

When Tim had been 14 he’d punched a hole in the drywall of his bedroom. He remembers the way the plaster had cracked and yielded under his fist, the solid crack of it under his knuckles. This feels nothing like that, except in the way that it had felt so solid and Tim’s fist had swollen almost immediately, blood vessels in his hand bursting at the impact.

Tim swears and draws his hand back.

He feels something hard and sharp hit the back of his head, and then Tim feels nothing at all.

When Tim wakes again he has no idea where he is. His wrists are tied together so tightly that he can’t feel his fingers and his shoulders scream in pain at the angle he’s been slumped in. He can hear voices, sharp and feminine and grating then low and gruff. Something muffled and angry.

It takes time before Tim’s mind stops spinning enough to make sense of any of it.

There is...something...dressed as a ring mistress. It’s tall, at least seven or eight feet, with long, solid white arms and garish red clothing. It speaks into a whirling tape recorder with no mouth at all, and it laughs a dizzying laugh.

Next to it is Jon, feet bound to the legs of a wooden chair, arms bound behind his back, and a thick gag tied around his mouth. He looks furious and terrified, spitting objections and expletives as this thing drones one about skin and lotion and peeling.

‘No’ Tim thinks sharply, the image of his brother inserting itself into the forefront of his mind. That awful clown, dragging itself along the floor and reaching out so playfully to pull of his brother’s skin.

The thing turns, and Tim realizes he must have said it aloud.

Beside him Martin inhales a sharp breath and starts to breathe a prayer.

“Ah, both awake then I see.” It trills, dropping down unnaturally to stick its head in between where Tim and Martin have been bound.

Tim recoils and feels his shoulder bump into Martin’s.

“Unexpected, but not necessarily a bad thing.” It says, and then turns to address Jon, “always good to have a back up I think! They’ll make some lovely frocks regardless.”

Jon makes a noise of alarm, looking to Tim and Martin.

Tim makes a noise low in his throat.

It reaches out to tap Jon on the nose before it leaves, humming, pulling a heavy door shut behind it.

Silence hangs in the air like dense fog, heavy and thick. It is broken at once by a soft noise from Martin. It’s almost a sob, but not really. A desperate, hopeless noise that cuts off almost before it can begin. “I’m so sorry Tim, Jon, I—“

Jon makes a startled noise from behind his gag and shakes his head so rapidly it’s a wonder it doesn’t detach from his neck. He tries to say something but the gag is too thick and tied too tightly. He repeats it a few times. It sounds like ‘sorry’ and ‘my fault’.

“Yeah,” Tim says numbly, “it is your fault.”

“Tim!”

“What?” Tim shoots back, “You think we’re here because they planned to take all three of us? And now—“ He cuts himself off, biting his tongue. He can’t look at Martin. He refuses to look at Jon.

Jon just makes those muffled noises into his gag again.

“Just— shut up, Jon. Just stop.”

The silence that descends again is sharp and biting. It eats at Tim, the anger in him boils and boils until it dies all at once under an ocean of shame and stark terror. They are all going to die here and there will be no one to mourn them.

“Don’t.” Martin says very softly after a long time. “Don’t let the last things we say to each other be said out of anger.” He leans into Tim’s side, hesitantly.

Tim goes limp, letting Martin take his weight, his head falling to his chest. “Okay...” he says after a long time, his voice cracking, “...okay...”

Jon makes a soft sound again, almost a whimper, and for the first time in a very long time Tim wishes he could hold him in his arms again.

It would be a very long time before he would be able to do so.

[succyobsessions]

Okay so I HAD to make another one of these because I am chronically consuming media like a good little cog in a capitalist machine and there are so many ships I love and Taylor songs that represent them so well so get ready for…..

MORE of My Fav Ships + Taylor Swift Songs

(general, non-specific version)

1. Catradora—Catra x Adora (She-Ra)

The Archer— Lover

“Combat, I'm ready for combat

I say I don't want that, but what if I do?

'Cause cruelty wins in the movies

I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you”

“I never grew up, it's getting so old

Help me hold onto you”

“I've been the archer,

I've been the prey

Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling?

But who could stay?

(I see right through me, I see right through me)”

“All the king's horses, all the king's men

Couldn't put me together again

'Cause all of my enemies started out friends”

“Who could stay?

You could stay

You could stay

You”

2. Rae x Finn (My Mad Fat Diary)

Gorgeous— Reputation

“You should take it as a compliment

That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

You should think about the consequence

Of your magnetic field being a little too strong”

“You're so cool, it makes me hate you so much (I hate you so much)”

“And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

If you've got a girlfriend, I'm jealous of her

But if you're single that's honestly worse

'Cause you're so gorgeous it actually hurts

(Honey, it hurts)”

“Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face”

3. Wilmon—Wilhelm x Simon (Young Royals)

Daylight— Lover

“I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight”

“Luck of the draw only draws the unlucky

And so I became the butt of the joke

I wounded the good and I trusted the wicked

Clearing the air, I breathed in the smoke”

“I once believed love would be (burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

Like daylight, daylight”

4. Willex—Will x Alex (Julie and The Phantoms)

This Love— 1989

“Clear blue water

High tide came and brought you in

And I could go on and on, on and on, and I will

Skies grew darker

Currents swept you out again

And you were just gone and gone, gone and gone”

“Your kiss, my cheek

I watched you leave

Your smile, my ghost

I fell to my knees

When you're young, you just run

But you come back to what you need”

“This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead, oh, oh, oh

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me, oh, oh, oh”

5. Leatin—Leah x Fatin (The Wilds)

Peace— Folklore

“Our coming-of-age has come and gone

Suddenly the summer, it's clear

I never had the courage of my convictions

As long as danger is near

And it's just around the corner, darling

'Cause it lives in me

No, I could never give you peace”

“And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences

Sit with you in the trenches

Give you my wild, give you a child

Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other”

“But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west

I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best

But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me”

6. Nick x Charlie (Heartstopper)

Jump Then Fall— Fearless

“I like the way you sound in the morning

We're on the phone and without a warning

I realize your laugh is the best sound

I have ever heard”

“Every time you smile, I smile

And every time you shine, I'll shine for you”

“The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet

I'll catch you, I'll catch you

When people say things that bring you to your knees

I'll catch you

The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry

But I'll hold you through the night until you smile”

7. Shara x Chloe (I Kissed Shara Wheeler)

—I couldn’t find a gif because its a BOOK please don’t make fun of me😭—

Long Story Short— Evermore

“And I fell from the pedestal

Right down the rabbit hole

Long story short, it was a bad time

Pushed from the precipice

Clung to the nearest lips

Long story short, it was the wrong guy”

“Actually

I always felt I must look better in the rear view

Missing me

At the golden gates they once held the keys to

When I dropped my sword

I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door

And we live in peace

But if someone comes at us

This time, I'm ready”

“No more keepin' score now

I just keep you warm (keep you warm)

No more tug of war now

I just know there's more (know there's more)”

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I'm all about you, ah (and now)

I'm all about you (and now)”

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Memories 2016: Disc 3

So I asked awhile ago when I said I was going back to watch every memories DVD they have released so far, if you would be interested in commentary from me as I did so. There were a lot of people who said yes, so here we are! I have officially watched BTS Memories of 2016. Here are my thoughts as I went. There were only 4 DVDs in this one. Part 1 with the first 2 discs is already up and on my masterlist. Reminder that these aren't going to be smoothly written out thoughts. You get these like I'm live reacting, texting my bestie or live tweeting. Lol it'll be in like bullet point format sort of, just... a commentary post as I go. Lol Hope you enjoy anyway! Let's go!

Disc 3:

Epilogue: Young Forever MV MAKING Story:

They are doing their jacket shooting for the album and they look so cute dressed up for their little prince concept out in Jeju. Yoongi's look is probably my favorite for this one. Loved the units! TaeGiKook, Jihope and NamJin. Jihope wrapped up in blankets together to avoid the cold while waiting their turn was adorable. And when Hobi just turned around and bent over in wordless invitation for a piggy back ride to Jimin! Namjin taking some of their photos curled up in the bottom of the hot air balloon basket. So cute! JK obsessed with the ATVs lol crashing Jins solo shoot. Picking up Namjoon for a ride. Randomly showing up with Jimin on the ATV too. He loved that thing

Campfire photos, Jimin roasting and eating a marshmallow, captions "Jimin eating marshmallows in a sexy way" 🤣 everyone staying super huddled together the whole time to try and share warmth

JK half sleeping through his day 2 solo shoot. Lmao someone let that boy nap! Jin and Suga too! They are so sleepy! Lmao JK sleeping through the first few group shots and Tae next to him adjusting him and propping him up in his sleep. Why is it always Tae having to help a sleeping JK through photos 🤣

Shooting the MV, Jin saying he is giving emotional acting (kills it) and then cuts to JK clowning him in an over dramatic collapsing in emotion against the fence fashion 🤣 why are they like this!?!

Yoongi clicking tons of pictures of Jin. Jin joking about a "Suga's sight" revival (I wish!). So cute though. They gave Jimin a wet hair look and be said he would be showing us "wet emotion." Please 😂 Jihope sharing a jacket and doing a 4 handed fight against JK before doing some type of dance together while both in the same jacket! Lmao how?! I would would kill for just a little bit of Hobis energy levels please. Just a bit.

Save Me MV Making Story:

BTS members, groaning, worried, complaining. Freezing their butts off huddled together in ponchos being pelted by rain and worried about being able to continue the MV. Then there is Namjoon, do you think there are crabs here? Hurrying around the beach looking for crab holes. Lmao the caption "no one knows why he is looking for crabs." Please he was so excited. The contrast was great.

Rehearsals in the raincoats. Their good cheer is truly amazing. I would be grouchy as heck if I had to film in the freezing rain and dance on wet sand 🤣 role models, the lot of them. And Jimin now inside JKs jacket. He really is just stealing everyone's jackets isnt he?

Jin, we have to run and dance but the ground is sinking 😭 Hobi saying it's the toughest day. Everyone saying Save Me and that it fits at least. Lmao they are amazing for sticking it out and working so hard. And they might be cold and wet and ready to be done, but at least they all look AMAZING and the killed it for the MV.

The way you can hear the Staff giggling behind the cameras watching bts run around to get in and out of shots for the one take. They did it so many times! Yoongi even crashing into the camera director once he was running too fast 😂 their professionalism is top tier!

The way they all ran off so fast and so happy to be done when it was over. Lmao they worked so hard. And Jimin just going "let's go get dinner," picking up Tae and running away with him. Lol loved it.

Fire MV Making Story:

Tae was sooo nervous to crowd surf and Yoongi was so nervous about holding hands with a man literally on fire and Jin was so nervous about singing while standing in front of an exploding car... but they all nailed it! Although a small part of me was also incredibly amused by how hard they all jumped everytime something exploded

When Jimin messed up the choreo by accident he immediately went over to hug JK and laugh while hiding in his shoulder. Lmao so precious. That is his safe place. You can't change my mind! Sope were super cute during their scene too, joking about being drunk on ARMYs love.

Yoonkook being super cute with a crazy handshake. It looked similar to one of Taekooks many handshakes! Maybe they taught it to him 🥺 that's so cute.

They work soooo hard. I swear. It's incredible getting to see it. Especially with how all 7 complaining that this was their hardest choreo and knowing what they are doing now?! Love to see that growth 💜

WINGS Short Film Making Story:

"Jin the beauty." They aren't wrong! The way he talked about how it was weird to film alone and that he missed his members 😭 they really are family. And the giggles when he kept pulling away from lighting the petals on fire too fast!

Yoongi saying that he likes solo shoots because it's peaceful and quiet, just for the editors to call him out on how he kept looking around for all his members the whole time. You missed them, it's okay to say so 🥺😂

JK switching between Uber cute and giggly and over the top silly. Immediately to intense emotions and crying was giving me whiplash!

Namjoon in a tank top IS the concept. Thank you. Lol he is so cute though, loving his fake bird tattoo and accidentally breaking the prop phone booth. Whoops!

And Jimin's concept was dancing, wet hair and apples. And I'm really not okay. That was 2 minutes of his incredible choreo, watching him fall into a bath tub 5 times and get patted dry each time and smile sweetly into the camera. And omfg he killed his dance too. As always.

"Do I look sexy today?" Always Hobi. His acting was top notch and snickers should be sponsoring them for all the advertising they got from the BU! Lol and then at the very end, we see Jimin again, there to support his hyung and see the set 😭😭

2 of my favorite things are Actor Tae and Tae with puppies content and this gave me BOTH! He had probably the most complicated short film to do and he nailed it. All the extra actors in his too. He is so cool.

WINGS Jacket Making Film:

Such a good shoot. SO MANY GOOD PHOTOS. Namjoon and Hobi praising JK through his solo shoot. Jimin jokingly complaining that he is taking a long time. NamKook being an adorable unit together and teasing Jiminie over his bird drawing. Teasing is part of the tannies love language. Lmao

Jin standing on Jhopes socked feet for better circulation (?) LOL and then Jimin doing the same. Jihope doing a little dance together with Jimin on his feet, followed by Jhope tickling Jimin. Their giggles 🥺🥰

Bangtan in bed concept is FINE. Totally fine. Lol jikook next to each other and JK puffing out his chest super far and acting silly to make Jimin smile. MY HEART 🥰 and Tae legitimately falling asleep 😭🥰

Jimin kicking a sleeping Tae out of the bed so he can do his unit shoot with Suga. Where they take wow level photos even though they bicker the whole time. Teasing over Suga's black hair or the way Jimin is breathing 🤣 why are they like this?! And a Tae2Seok unit is so powerful for the world to properly be able to handle!

Jimin calling Hobi without honorifics for their unit shoot and Hobi jokingly scolding him for it. Lol why is it that Jimin always gets wet in these shoots? Jimin ended up in the bathtub full of soapy foam 😂 everyone else got to be in an empty and dry tub. And yoonjinmin all piled into one tub together feels like it should be an edit, but it's not. Lmao

Intro: Boy Meets Evil MV Making Story:

He was soooo so nervous about how advanced and tricky the choreo was and what the results would be. I hope he knows how amazing he is all the time. He killed it and I loved seeing his confidence grow in how well he is doing after every take.

When they change up the set to the smashed floor, Hobi: "the floor is all smashed! ... I don't know why..." 🤣🤣🤣 I loved getting a bit more insight and background into how he wrote this song though too.

Watching 4 staff members circle Jhope throwing paint at him to color his pants was an experience 😂😂

It's hard to put into words watching his perfectionism. Hobi worked so insanely hard for this intro. Literally danced the entire day, had dinner then did it all again. You could tell he was in literal pain multiple times from working so hard at such a complex dance. But he never stopped smiling and wow. what a video he created with all that hard work!

Blood, Sweat & Tears MV Making Story:

Not even 2 minutes in and RM has already broken a mirror 😭 lmao a rant later over how he doesn't know why he always breaks stuff, just to cut to Jimin watching on in Supreme disappointment lmfaooo

Any member wearing a low cut shirt and you will find Hobi there talking about it 😂 "ooo RM I can see your belly button!" Lmao okay Hobi, thank you for the commentary!

Yoonmin filming their scenes together first, killing it even though they both felt awkward with their individual shoots, giggling over the blindfold and then Jimin getting to go home early since he was done!

Namjoon struggling with his solo shoot. Lmao coughing on the smoke and saying he hated the way the drink tasted. The fire freaking him out 😭 lol. But it turned out so cool and you would never be able to tell in the final cut!

Hobi jumping at the water explosions 🥺 JK having lots of fun during his solo shoot, but hating all the feathers floating everywhere at the end. Lmao his face of disgust picking them off him was great

Jin kissing the statue, Jimin sitting the the side with the cameras with his coffee smirking. "This is my favorite scene." 😂

Yoongi not able to stop laughing and jumping around awkwardly when he was supposed to cover his eyes. Lol leading to a demand in partner switch ups 🤣 which is how we got the iconic TaeJin BST pair up I guess!

Jimin immediately putting hands on his knees and breathing heavy after director called cut and Jin seeing him and placing a hand on his neck and leaning over to check on him 😭

I love seeing their excitement (especially Yoongi's everytime a shoot is finally over!

Agust D MV Making Story:

YOONGIIIII 😭😭 That's it. That sums up my feelings 😭😭😭

He looks amazing. He misses his members too and I just 😭😭😭 plus can we all take a moment and talk about WHY he is always tied up for his mixtape shoots? Yoongi?! The girl who tied him up... what a job you have! Lmfao

The happy food smiley Suga is at such odds with the fvck you energy of Agust D when thet are filming. I love it.

The way they literally put the trailer on a fork lift to shake it around for certain scenes with him inside. The dedication!! He was sooo tired though. Someone let him nap!

The way that they literally safety strapped him to the roof of the car and went for a drive to film him on top of the trailer for those scenes!

Give It To Me MV Making Story:

No one should look good after a car accident. Even with all those fake wounds, I call a foul. Unrealistic expectations for the rest of us if we get injured, thanks. We can't all be a badass.

The way he was falling asleep wherever he was as soon as the camera stopped rolling. Lmao on top of cars while getting makeup touched up included 🥺

The way he does his little arm swinging happy dance but in a "I'm so tired someone save me" type of way. And the professionalism when the cameras are on for the MV? Top notch!

And the happiest smiles when he gets told he is done and gets to go home. Lol ugh, I could talk about forever about both these songs, these music videos, the visuals, all of it. Deserves their own post honestly.

And that wraps up Disc 3! I'm already looking forward to finishing it up with Disc 4 which looks like behind the scenes of their tour! This was amazing and their hardwork, as always, is so highlighted and soooo admirable. In conclusion, I love them. Thanks for letting me share my thoughts! 💜

(None of the gifs are mine)

[jimlingss]

I saw that u were taking requests (yey) I'd want like a soulmate au (there are numerous kinds but I want u to have freedom to write what kind u want!) but it's just pure angst 😳😳 it could be any member n possibly an open or no happy ending :] I'm just a sucker for angst n think u would write this so well!

Anonymous said: Yoongi x reader, soul mate au, angsty but happy ending pls cuz I'm sensitive 🥺 maybe both soul mates get a weird tattoo, or hear each others thoughts or something else

Both these requests are asking for soulmate AUs, so I’m compiling them together. But one wants it to be angst city and the other wants a happy ending LOL. Guess we’ll see what happens.

↳ The Soulmate Gift

3.6k || 70% Angst, 30% Fluff || Min Yoongi || Soulmate!AU

Warning: depiction of child abuse

It happens when you’re ten.

They told you it was different for everyone, that it usually started during puberty and it was perfectly normal. But you’re pretty sure it’s not supposed to be like this.

Bang! Bang! Bang! 

You flinch at the noises, the bathroom door quivering against the frame from the pounding on the other side. Your mom shouts, “Get out!”

“Just give me one second!” You look back into the mirror, staring at yourself with seaweed green hair and streaks of bright purple. You look like a clown and you want to cry. 

You don’t run into your mom on your way out, so you go to school with a tattered baseball cap, stuffing all of your hair in it. During the trudge to school with a grumbling stomach, you hold the cap tight against your skull, not letting a single strand loose. You’re nervous on the playground, your other hand coming to grip at your backpack strap. But luckily, no one asks. 

At least not until you’re inside and getting settled into your desk.

“Good morning, class!” Mrs. An struts into the room, beelining towards the front. “Open your books! Tommy, shush!” You try your best to hide beneath your open textbook that’s propped up, but the moment she looks in your direction, she’s already saying, “Y/N, no hats inside.”

You straighten. “Um, my mom—”

“Rules are rules. Take it off,” she commands without leaving room to argue or explain. “This is the last time I’ll repeat myself unless you want detention.”

So you do.

You slip the cap off your head with tears stinging your eyes.

Mrs. An turns to the whiteboard, beginning to write the title for today’s lesson, but a loud gasp from the classmate sitting behind you captures her attention again. She swivels on her feet and her eyes land straight on your head. Everyone’s eyes do. On your stark, fiery red hair.

Your cheeks burn in embarrassment. 

The next thing you know, you’re being dragged by your teacher into the principal's office. From the hall, you can still hear the entire classroom giggling, whispering about you and making a complete ruckus much to Mrs. An’s dismay.

“This is unbelievable!” she howls, hands lifted to the sky. “How could a fifth grader have hair like this?! It’s entirely inappropriate! It’s a complete distraction to the classroom!”

The principal, Mr. Park, hums. His hands are clasped on top of his desk and he calmly asks, “Did your parents dye your hair yesterday, Y/N?”

You slump and mutter, “No.”

He frowns. “Then who did?”

“No one…”

Mrs. An spits, “Then you did it yourself?!”

“No!” Your voice pitches in an attempt to defend yourself and your teeth sink into the bottom of your lip, trying to hold back your tears. You don’t want to get into trouble. “I woke up like this!”

But Mrs. An doesn’t believe you. Her eyes narrow and she scoffs. “How dare you lie to me and the principle?! If you didn’t do it, then who did? It’s against the rules to have anything other than your natural hair colour!” 

Mr. Park sighs lightly. “We’ll just have to contact your mom and speak to her, Y/N.”

Immediately, your eyes widen and you bolt to a stand. “No, please!” you cry out. “Don’t! I’m sorry! I’ll dye it back! I won’t do it ever again!” 

But the man shakes his head. “It’s too late for that.”

Your fist crumples and you deflate. 

Your mom comes in half an hour later, dressed in stained jeans, old boots, and the only clean flannel she has. She’s not happy. You can tell by the look on her face. Even if she smiles and nods her head at the principal, you can see the tick in her eye and the muscle in her cheek twitching.

The moment she looks at you, her eyes become rounded at your crimson hair.

“I had no idea this happened. I’m so sorry for her behaviour. She must’ve gotten her hands onto my dye kits somehow.” She sighs and turns to you. “It won’t happen again. Right, Y/N?”

You nod. “I’m sorry.”

Mr. Park smiles softly. “Not at all. It’s not that big of a deal. Some...teachers around here just adhere more strongly to the rules, so we want to make sure it’s consistent for everyone. It’s a bit of a distraction to her peers, but as long as Y/N comes in tomorrow with more...appropriate hair, it won’t be a problem.”

Afterwards, you’re sent home early. 

Your mom is silent on the walk home. You trail after her, dreading what will happen when you get back. 

The neighbours’ dog barks against the chain link fence, growling and baring their teeth. You flinch, getting closer to the gutter to avoid them. You’re safe when you get to your yard a few steps away and onto the worn, wooden porch that nearly breaks with your mom’s stomps. She kicks a few cigarette buds to the side and opens the squeaky screen door. You swallow hard and follow after her.

The living room is messy with clothes and old pizza boxes on the floor, and the TV is still on in the corner. 

“Mom….mom….I didn’t do it.” 

You drop your backpack, watching her stride towards the kitchen. She opens a drawer as you plead to her, and your voice becomes louder as the silver reflection of sharp scissors catches your eye. “No! Please! I swear I’m not lying!”

It’s useless.

She’s larger, taller, bigger and stronger than you are. 

She comes over and grabs your long hair, yanking it from your head. You cry as she starts to cut. Jagged lines, quick snips, sawing off the strands. A sob breaks through your chest and trying to get away only makes her grip on your hair tighten and she pulls it to get you back.

Mom grits her teeth. “How dare you go behind my back and cause my trouble, you bitch. You stole my dye, didn’t you?! You thief!”

You scream and cry. “I didn’t! I didn’t!” 

She never once notices how your hair returns to its natural colour as it sheds to your feet. That the moment it’s snipped from your head, the blazing red has faded away and lost the colour.

When it’s over, the scissors are tossed on the floor.

You’re left slumped on the ground, in a pool of your own hair. There are bald spots on your scalp while the other side is longer, uneven. What’s left of your head bleeds bright yellow, the colour of sunshine.

The next day, the shade mellows out, almost into a dirty blonde. You hope it’s good enough.

Your mom’s asleep on the sofa, snoring away with the TV still playing in the background. So you make it past her and trudge to school.

Kids are playing on the playground when you get there and you grip your backpack straps as you look on. But you don’t join them. Your feet turn and you duck out of sight, slipping into the school through the side doors. You’re lucky the janitor hasn’t locked them.

You’re not supposed to be inside the building yet, but you hope no one notices. Unluckily, someone turns the corner down the hall. But you breathe a sigh of relief when it’s just Mrs. Jung.

She’s always been nice. 

“Good morning.”

She’s busy tapping on her phone, yet in a chirpy voice, she still exclaims, “Good morning! How are you—”

Mrs. Jung finally looks up and she suddenly stops. 

You don’t know why her face looks like that. Like she’s seen a ghost. Is your hair really that bad? You tried to fix it and you thought it turned out okay.

Mrs. Jung gets closer and then lowers to a kneel in front of you, matching your height. Her shaking hand lifts and she touches the side of your head. You feel her fingertips against your scalp that still stings. You hiss and when you look at her, you see tears in her eyes. You wonder why.

“Who did this?” Her voice is quiet, gentle. 

“Um….I was playing with scissors.” 

Mrs. Jung looks at you again and says, “You’re allowed to tell me, Y/N.” 

You stay quiet, not sure what to tell her, not sure you want to get into any more trouble. If you do and get sent to the principal's office again, who knows what your mom would do then.

But as you’re thinking about it, Mrs. Jung adds on, “No one will get into trouble, I promise.”

She looks into your eyes. 

Your head droops, downcast vision looking at the floor. A quiet mumble escapes— “My mom.”

You’re not sure what happens after that. You’re sure your mom would be enraged if she knew you were talking about her and if you got her into trouble, that would be the worst. But for some reason, you don’t feel scared. Not when Mrs. Jung takes your hand and brings you to her science classroom. 

You sit behind her desk that’s hidden away from the rest of the class by bookshelves and she gives you an apple juice box. You slurp it up — you haven’t eaten since yesterday’s lunch.

When you peek out, you see Mrs. Jung talking to another teacher in the hall. Soon after, the principle comes to visit you. He has the same expression as Mrs. Jung did and asks you if your mom’s done something like this before. 

That day, your grandma picks you up from school. It’s a pleasant surprise. You’ve always liked your grandma but your mom never let her visit much. She hugs you tight.

The colour of your hair is a warm shade of gray.

...

Mrs. Jung takes you on a one-on-one special field trip on Sunday. She picks you up from Grandma’s house after you’ve had your favourite for breakfast: sunny-side up eggs. She drives you to the clinic and the female doctor hits your knee, making it bounce. The doctor also measures how tall you are, shines a light in your eye and asks if green is your favourite colour.

You see in the wall mirror that your head’s turned into a teal shade. You tell her no.

Half an hour later, you’re put in a machine that flashes lots of colours. They reassure you but you’re not scared. The vivid hues and mosaic of shades that blur past your eyes are pretty.

When it’s done, the doctor holds a clipboard while sitting next to the computer. Your legs swing from the edge of the examination table as you’re situated comfortable on the plush seat. 

“It’s as I initially suspected, the hair is her soulmate gift. It changes colour based on her soulmate’s emotions.”

Mrs. Jung frowns. “I’ve never heard of something like that before.”

“Yes, well, it’s much more rare. Only point zero six experience a hair quirk.” The doctor looks from Mrs. Jung to you then back at her again. “Typically, as you know, soulmate gifts come in the form of names tattooed into skin or even countdowns of when the person would meet their soulmate, but soulmate gifts can take all kinds of different shapes and forms. Luckily, this shouldn’t affect her too much aside from, obviously, her hair changing color. Kids usually receive their gift around puberty, but looks like she’s an early bloomer.”

The doctor briefly smiles at you and then rolls on her chair towards her desk. “She’s also malnourished, but I believe with the proper nutrition, she’ll be able to recover. We should book another appointment in a few months to keep an eye on that and the hair.”

When the trip to the clinic is over, Mrs. Jung brings you to the mall.

You look around with wide eyes at all the clothes in the windows, but she eventually stops in front of a particular store and kneels in front of you. Her eyes lock into yours and she takes your hand.

“Y/N, you understand what the doctor told you, right?”

“Yeah. My hair’s my soulmate gift.” You had guessed it was that anyway. 

Mrs. Jung nods with a smile. “Yes, you’ve always been a smart girl.”

She strokes your head affectionately and says, “I know you might not feel it now, but it really is a gift. Your soulmate is the one meant for you, your other half. They’re the one who can make you even happier. It’s both a blessing and a privilege to have. But it’s also okay if you hate it. You don’t have to like your soulmate gift,” she reassures. “If one day, you’re more comfortable with your hair, then that would be good. But it’s also okay if you’re not. It’s up to you.”

You nod after a moment.

Mrs. Jung smiles. “We’re gonna go into that wig shop, okay? You can pick two that you like and I’ll help you get it.”

Picking out wigs is more fun than you expect. The people there are happy to help and you end up going home with one black, long hair wig and another brown bobbed one that makes you look like Rapunzel after she cut her hair.

...

You only see your mom three times after that.

Once, she comes to your grandma’s house. Your grandma doesn’t let her see you, but you watch them yell at each other on the porch from the upstairs window. The next time is a year later in court. Your mom cries out for you and you tell her you’re sorry. Her hug is so tight, you can barely breathe. 

The last is a visit on your own accord years later. 

The small house you spent your childhood in is falling apart, windows broken, trash in the yard. You find her sitting on the armchair with a hazy expression, TV playing in the corner. She’s in the same exact position as if you never left. You put a blanket over her, but she stirs awake and sees you. She asks to borrow a hundred dollars.

Your mom winds up throwing a dirty plate your way when you give her twenty. It’s all you have on you.

You don’t realize the significance of what Mrs. Jung’s done for you until years later after you’ve long graduated elementary. So you visit her during High School with a thank you card and a bouquet of flowers. She’s gotten old by then, but she still remembers. She cries and hugs you tight. It feels comforting. And her hand brushes against the strands of your baby blue locks.

Grandma helps you grow out your hair again and is one of the people who help you become comfortable in it. By university, you’ve discarded your wigs in favour of your real hair that’s gotten luscious and shiny. Your friends think it's the coolest thing they’ve ever seen and some people approach you to tell you they love it and ask where you got it done. 

You tell them it’s your soulmate gift.

Throughout the years, you pick at the ends of your hair and keep track of its changes in your diary. It becomes a habit to play with your hair, to memorize the shade it morphs to. You find that during the winter seasons, your hair becomes white often. One day, it turns white twenty six times. 

On Valentine’s Day one year, your hair stays solid pink the whole day. And on another, it’s black for an entire week in April. 

You start to hypothesize on the data you collect, noting the frequency of the hair colour changes, of each shade. You suspect hues of yellow signify happiness, reds are anger, blues are sadness, white is when your soulmate is cold. You’re not so sure about the others—

“Y/N.”

Seokjin is leaning on your cubicle as you shut your journal, having recorded your hair turning into a shade of lilac.

“Boss man wants to see you.”

Your eyes widen and you stumble up, pushing your small office chair back. “What for?”

The man shrugs. “Beats me. I wouldn’t worry about it though. It’s not like he’s going to fire you………..right?”

Seokjin grins, but his joke only spurs more nerves on you.

You get to the door, smooth out your pencil skirt and with a deep breath, you knock.

“Come in.”

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Min?” 

You step inside his office, finding him looking into a small table mirror at his desk. He’s peering at his left eye and bats his lash several times. But then he sets the mirror down and looks at you.

“Yes, please take a seat.”

You clear your throat and sit in the chair across from him. The mirror is propped up in your direction, and you notice how your hair turns into a shade of monotone gray. It starts at the roots, bleeding downwards until all the strands have altered completely.

You pipe up, “If this is about the Jeon files, sir, I already redid them.”

“No, that’s not it.” He rubs his left eye that’s watering and then blinks. “Actually, I wanted to have a conversation about this for a while. Joy was supposed to talk to you about this, but she’s busy at the moment.”

Joy from HR. 

You’re immediately on alert. “Yes, sir.”

 Mr. Min says, “It’s about your hair.”

Oh.

He rubs his eye and then clasps his hands together on top of his desk. “Recently, we received a customer complaint that your hair was unprofessional.”

“It’s my soulmate gift.”

“Yes. I know. You mentioned it during your interview. But it still could be considered a distraction in the workplace.”

The word ‘distraction’ has a muscle by your brow jumping. It makes you practically bristle as déjà vu washes over you. But you aren’t ten anymore. You don’t have to be afraid.

You straighten. “With all due respect, I don’t think it’s a requirement for me to have to change my hair. This is out of my control….sir.”

Suddenly, your hair turns a faint hue of red.

Mr. Min’s brow raises as if he didn’t expect you to be so difficult. “It’s part of the rules to have business appropriate attire in the office.”

“Attire yes, but there is nothing referring to hair,” you quietly assert.

His jaw shifts and he leans back into his seat. “Well, we’ll have to confirm if that’s true with HR—”

“I already did,” you interrupt him with a meek smile and as an afterthought, you add, “sir.”

Your hair turns a stronger shade of red. From pastel to a raspberry. Your pupils flicker to the mirror on his desk and your brows furrow as you notice it.

Mr. Min breaks you out of your trance and you redirect your attention to him again. “Is it impossible to make it less of a distraction?” he asks while rubbing his eye that’s tearing up again.

“If it becomes a requirement for me to wear wigs to work every day and not an expectation for others, sir, then the company should pay for it, put it on for me each morning and help me maintain it.” Your hair turns a stronger shade of red — crimson — as Mr. Min rubs his eye more incessantly. You add, “With all due respect, I don’t consider my hair a distraction at all. It is out of my control and it isn’t my fault if others are distracted. It has to do with their attention span.”

He stands. “That’s enough.”

At the same time, from his watered eye, you see something fall out. 

You point. “Umm, sir…”

“Shit,” he mutters underneath his breath and looks to the carpet. You stand there for a delayed second before deciding to help him. You round his desk and descend to the ground where he is. All he says is, “It’s a contact lens.”

It’s a surprise to you considering you didn’t know he wore them.

But you quickly spot the transparent half-sphere. “Oh, it’s over there. By your foot.”

Mr. Min frowns. “Where?”

He looks up to see where you’re pointing. Your faces are inches away and instantly your eyes widen. A quiet gasp leaves your lungs. Not because of your close proximity but because Mr. Min’s iris is a fading red. And as confusion takes you, it morphs into a shade of gray.

Blooming outwards from his pupil, colour swirling into place.

“Your eye…” you murmur.

He mumbles, “It’s a soulmate gift.”

Yoongi grabs the brown colour contact lens, cursing at how it’s gotten dirty. But before he can get up, your hands latch onto his wrist, fingers digging into his skin and you tell him, “Wait.”

“What?”

There’s an unquenchable thirst to test the hypothesis that’s dawned upon you. 

So when your hair starts to turn into gray as well, you surge forward on sheer intuition. And you kiss your boss, Min Yoongi. Your lips press against his, enough to register how soft and velvet his mouth is, long enough to feel his vanilla chapstick transfer onto your lips. But it’s a chaste peck. Shy and hesitant. And you pull away just as quickly.

Yoongi falls back on his butt with eyes nearly falling out of their sockets.

Immediately, you look over to the mirror on his desk. Your hair is turning from gray to red with faint streaks of cotton candy pink. 

You gaze back at Yoongi to find his iris is peony pink.

“D-Did you just kiss me?!”

“Umm, sir, with all due respect, I believe you’re my soulmate.”

The words to dawn upon him. For the first time, your strands of hair morphs into a soft, pastel pink and his irises match the same shade.