#scales untilted

[darkmxgician]

Scales Untilted- Part 1

pairing: noah x reader. sweet boyfriend Noah. tags: drinking, swearing, fluff

word count: 2.1k

story song: sugar honey ice and tea by bring me the horizon

taglist: @sorrowsofsilence @angelsdevils @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @montgomery-929496 (I don’t know if you guys just wanted to be tagged on the other stuff so lmk)

I lean back from the mirror after finishing putting on mascara, assessing if I have any smudges I need to fix before I’m done. After a layer of setting spray I go to my walk in closet and start assessing what to wear. I’m going to a BBQ so something summery would be the ideal choice. After agonising over my clothes for a while I choose a white cropped cami and green floral midi skirt, it has a long slit up the side showing off my tanned legs. The heat in LA was unbearable at times, but at least I was always tan. I took my rollers out and let my long hair fall down my back, tying up the top section in a loose bun. After adorning some jewellery I was ready to go.

My friend Davis didn’t live far from me so the taxi took no time, I felt nervous, I’d never met his roommates before, we usually hung out at my brothers house. I did some artwork for his roommates band, and he knows food is the way to my heart, so when they offered to cook for me as a thank you, I couldn’t refuse. I peeled away at the label on the bottle of wine in my lap. When the car pulled up at the address I thanked the driver and took a deep breath and started up the short path. The front door opened to Davis, who grinned and pulled me into a bear hug “wow y/n, you actually look like a girl”, “don’t get used to it” I laugh, following him inside. The house was actually decorated nicely, and clean, considering a group of guys live here. Davis leads me into the kitchen and I’m so busy being nosy that I almost walk into him when he stops. Three men stood by the sink, all tall, tattooed, with dark hair. “y/n this is Jesse, Matt and Noah, guys this is y/n”, they all turn towards me and smile. I wave and return their smiles, although a little more awkward. Jesse and Matt said hi and then return to their conversation. Noah remains facing me, his brown eyes don't leave mine, I feel my cheeks starting to heat and look down at my feet. I was raised on a tour bus so I’m used to feeling the eyes of men on me. I’m not used to being affected by it, what is wrong with me? “Do you want a drink y/n?” Davis startled me with his question, “yeah, sorry” I mutter and give him the bottle I brought with me. I dared a glance at Noah whilst Davis poured my drink and found him looking back to his friends conversation, as if feeling my eyes on him he turned his head to look at me again, I quickly turned away again. 

After my initial awkwardness, which was very uncharacteristic for me, I ended up chatting to Matt about lord of the rings for over an hour, we compared tattoos since we both have sleeves based on the series and it just went from there. I felt more at ease and my usual comfortable self. I was used to being around groups of men, I was raised on my brothers tour bus with his band mates, who are my family. I kept finding myself stealing glances at Noah, I don’t know what was wrong with me, he wasn’t the first attractive guy I’d met, hell I’ve turned down guys who look like him 1000 times. Still, I couldn’t help myself, he was covered in tattoos, right up to his neck, his hair was tied into a bun, and the t-shirt and jogger shorts were really working for him. I didn’t realise I’d been staring and he turned and met my gaze, he walked over and I suddenly didn’t know what to do with my hands, I quickly picked up my drink and took a sip to calm my nerves. Why was I reacting like this? When he reached us, he kept his eyes on me whilst addressing Matt “Hey, Davis needs your help with the burgers”. After a quizzical look, Matt was gone. I was alone with Noah, he towered over me, more so than the other guys. “Looks like you need a refill”, he gestured for my glass, “oh, yeah, thanks” I mutter, passing it to him. He smirks at me and heads inside to the kitchen, I trail behind him, suddenly feeling very small in his presence. 

He pulls my wine out of the fridge and pours a large glass before turning back to me, I was leaning against the worktop for support as I watched him. He cleared the space between us in 2 steps and suddenly I was surrounded by his cologne, he was intoxicating. He smiled down at me, leaning one hand on the worktop behind me, “here you go, y/n”. Hearing my name on his lips was enough to make me blush, my mouth was suddenly very dry. I licked my lips and realised my mistake when he tracked that movement, his eyes dipped to my mouth. “Thanks Noah” I attempted a smile, his eyes coming back to look straight into mine, “no problem y/n” he smirks and pushes off the counter, aiming to go back outside. He looks back at me as if to say ‘are you coming?’, “hey where is your bathroom?”, I blurt out, blushing once again. He points me me towards a white door and I follow his directions. I step inside and lean on the sink, needing to regain a bit of control over myself.

I step back into the blistering LA sun, shielding my eyes to assess who and where to go to in the open garden. The guys are all sat around a table, it seems they’d finished cooking whilst I was regaining some composure in the bathroom “hey, y/n, your veggie burger is here” Davis shouts, pointing at the burger in the empty spot next to Noah. Brilliant. I smile and head over, Noah pulls my chair out with one hand, not even looking at me as he’s mid conversation with Jesse. I mutter a thanks to him and turn to Davis “thanks mate, this looks good”, he grinned at me with a mouth full of food, making me giggle. That got Noah’s attention, he draped his arm over the back of my chair and looked at Davis, who was oblivious. I reached for the ketchup and a napkin in the centre of the table, then leant back into the chair, into Noah’s arm, god he was huge. I kicked off my sandals and pulled my legs up, I can never sit on chairs properly, I like sitting with my legs crossed. After getting comfy I cover my burger in ketchup and set the plate in my lap. I forgot about Noah’s lingering gaze after the first bite, hunger took over and I devoured my food, adding more salad to my plate between bites. The guys all continued talking about various topics, music, anime, video games. I mostly concentrated on my food until they mention attack on titan, “NO don’t” I almost shout, “I’m only on season 1, no spoilers please” I add, realising they were all staring at me now. “ok guys, no spoilers, but how good was that last episode” Matt says to Noah, who completely ignores him. “You’re watching attack on titan y/n?”, I turn to look at him, not realising how close he was sitting, I nod eagerly, not able to answer with a mouth full of food. He smiles at me and I was suddenly very glad to be sitting down. Matt taps Noah’s shoulder to get his attention, continuing their discussion. His eyes linger on me for a moment, I can feel my cheeks heating again and quickly look away, taking a big drink from my glass.

The rest of the night went by in a blur, partially because I drank the whole bottle. I’m a lightweight and don’t drink much, so the buzz from the wine had me feeling giddy, I couldn’t stop giggling at everything Noah had to say, his answering smiles knocking me on my arse. Before I knew it, it was 1am, had I really been here for 10 hours? The boys start clearing up, plates and glasses litter the table and I stand up to help, stumbling and tripping over my discarded sandals. Unsurprisingly, Noah is there. He steadies me with an arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. “Sorry, I’m too clumsy for my own good”, I smile at him, my world tilting a little, making me squint. He chuckles to himself, “how far away do you live? I can’t drive you so if you need to stay we can figure something out”. I was suddenly very aware of the rest of the guys, who were uncharacteristically quiet. The last thing I want is to be drunk and babbling to them all, especially Noah. “I don’t live far, I’ll just get a taxi, it’s how I got here earlier”, I slur my words a little but manage to get my point across. Fuck me, he’s really attractive.

I can’t help but notice how disappointed he looks when I pull out my phone to check for an uber. I loop my arm through his and start walking inside, partly needing his balance, but mostly wanting to be close to him. “Do you mind waiting outside with me?”, I flutter my eyelashes at him, unable to help myself. I’m not usually good at flirting, I’m awkward with any romantic interactions, but for some reason I found myself trying. He seemed to perk up at that, pulling me along with him, he announces that I’m leaving and I get pulled into a few hugs, Davis kisses me on the top of the head as he slings an arm around me. That’s when I realise Noah is holding my hand, he squeezes it as he shoots daggers at his friend. I wave bye to the boys and we head outside. I try to check my uber app and can barely see the screen, closing one eye to try and focus my vision. Noah chuckles next to me and takes my phone, clicking my home address and connecting me to a driver. I lean into him, “thanks Noah”, he wraps an arm around my shoulder and walks me towards a low wall in his front garden. “It says it’ll be 7 minutes, so I’m glad I get more time with you before you leave”. I turn to face him, his eyes are bright, a brown so deep I could get lost, like an endless forest. His face is dusted with freckles and tan from the heat in LA. His eyes remain fixated on mine as I assess him. His mouth pulled up into an easy smile, he was so close I would just have lean over and I could kiss him. I stop that thought in its tracks, but not before my eyes dip to his mouth. He watches me, his arm tightens on my waist, pulling me closer. I let him, getting lost in the moment, he reaches his other hand over and tilts my chin up so he has better access. My eyes flicker shut and I inhale a shaky breath, his lips hover over mine, with the ghost of a kiss, and then he pulls away. I groan in frustration and he laughs, the sound a melody that calls to my very soul. “You’re drunk y/n, I’d like you to be sober and lucid the first time I kiss you”. I look up at him with the best puppy eyes I could muster and sigh. He starts typing something on my phone and I scan the street, praying my taxi was still far away. “I put my number in, so please can let me know when you get home”, I nod enthusiastically, “I promise”, I stick out my pinky finger for him to shake. He pinky promises me, chuckling at my childish tendencies. “Can I call you tomorrow?”, he looks nervous as he asks, “of course”, I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. I lean my head against his shoulder and let out a contented sigh, hoping once again that the car takes its time so I can bask in his company for as long as possible. And thats when I release I’m in way too deep already.

[wildaers]

ι'м ησт αƒяαι∂ σƒ тнє ωαя уσυ'νє ¢σмє тσ ωαgє αgαιηѕт му ѕιηѕ ( . . . )

[oceannxo]

IM HOOOOOLDING OOOOOOON TO THIS UNTIL THE SCALE'S UNTILTED

WELL EVERYONES LISTENING

AND THEY KNOW THE DIFFERENCE

YOU'RE NOT FAILING OUR SENSES

BUT YOU'RE PUSHING MY LIIIMIIIIIIIIIIIITS

💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻

[jason-of-house-fite]

You set me up as the villain

But you never mentioned the root of the problem

Took what you wanted and flipped it

But you won't be dragging my name to the bottom

So much unsaid, left me for dead

I won't forget, and now you're next

Well, everyone's listening, and they know the difference

You're not failing our senses

If you're throwing me to the lions

You should know I'm not scared of dying

I wouldn't take back one thing I did, one word I said

But I'm gonna make you wish you did

Jump to conclusions, they fall for illusions

But you wouldn't dare try to stop them

You're going low at the end of the road

But that won't be the path that I follow

So much unsaid, left me for dead

I won't forget, you're on my list

Well, everyone's listening, and they know the difference

You're not failing our senses

If you're throwing me to the lions

You should know I'm not scared of dying

I wouldn't take back one thing I did, one word I said

But I'm gonna make you wish you did

I'm holding on to this until the scale's untilted

Well, everyone's listening

And they know the difference

You're not failing our senses

But you're pushing my limits

If you're throwing me to the lions

You should know I'm not scared of dying

I wouldn't take back one thing I did, one word I said

Oh God, I'll make you wish you did

[inkskinned]

in this light, what have they fed you?

when you're very, very quiet, sometimes the truth of it starts glinting in the river water: all this time, and you're still choking on grief.

ironic, you are so good at taking care of others. almost second-nature; you listen carefully. you try to help, always. where did you learn that when someone else is in pain, it's your responsibility? that you must be the one to take it in, to sublimate it, to make something good from it.

it almost feels like you're just balancing a scale - you sense you are somehow guilty of something, just-for-being. you can untilt that scale, as long as you are permanently helping.

it is possible to starve for love while eating out of the hand of someone you care for. birds gorge on bread and die hungry.

other people shove their anxieties and hurt and misery down your throat, and you just. swallow it. you keep it in your belly and try to turn it into something; try to burn it like coal.

sometimes you wake up and think oh, i see. the rest of me is just smoke.

[deadsunx]

I'm holding on to this until the scale is untilted

[muzikazaweapon]

You set me up as the villain But you never mentioned the root of the problem Took what you wanted and flipped it But you won't be dragging my name to the bottom

So much unsaid, left me for dead I won't forget, and now you're next Well, everyone's listening, and they know the difference You're not failing our senses

If you're throwing me to the lions You should know I'm not scared of dying I wouldn't take back one thing I did, one word I said But I'm gonna make you wish you did

Jump to conclusions, they fall for illusions But you wouldn't dare try to stop them You're going low at the end of the road But that won't be the path that I follow

So much unsaid, left me for dead I won't forget, you're on my list Well, everyone's listening, and they know the difference You're not failing our senses

If you're throwing me to the lions You should know I'm not scared of dying I wouldn't take back one thing I did, one word I said But I'm gonna make you wish you did

I'm holding on to this until the scale's untilted

Well, everyone's listening And they know the difference You're not failing our senses But you're pushing my limits

If you're throwing me to the lions You should know I'm not scared of dying I wouldn't take back one thing I did, one word I said Whoa If you're throwing me to the lions You should know I'm not scared of dying I wouldn't take back one thing I did, one word I said Oh God, I'll make you wish you did

[waterditinfears]

Prompt number: 1, “No, come back”

Original fiction: The Seasons

Rating: G

Warnings/Tags: None

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Orlando Oliver lowered his camera as much as he dared with the cops still around, straightening with a quickness when Detective Helen coughed. “This is a crime scene,” he said, stern, his brows furrowing and his perpetual five o’clock shadow accenting the bags under his eyes. “Not a photo shoot.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Oliver chirped, deploying his dimples despite Helen’s obvious disapproval, the lines in his forehead deepening.

“Just stay behind the tape,” Helen grumbled, and returned to the body, standing just in front of Oliver’s view. Black trouser clad legs would not enhance the image of a bloody corpse, Oliver felt certain. Even if the bitemarks on its neck looked evocative. 

“Any idea what killed him?” he asked. A juicy quote might make up for a lacking photo, though the former seemed about as likely as the latter as Helen ignored the question. 

Should have stayed with my burrito, Oliver thought, sighing.

He pushed the acceptance of the LAPD and the border of the crime scene tape, inching forward while Helen went to go discuss with the witnesses. Two of them, lanky and pale, looking just like every other techbro that came out of Silicon Beach. The taller one even had a bottle of kombucha, and Oliver considered taking a picture to see if Elizabeths had dated him—he was definitely her type— before Helen turned back around. His eyes narrowed and Oliver waved, taking a large step backward. It did not ease the wrinkles in Helen’s face. 

Deep winter in LA sucked all the reasons for enduring such a high cost of living right out of the air. Shadows gathered like sand dunes against the corner of the little alley in Culver City, making the whole night seem chillier than it really was. The shadow nearest the wall where the body lay seemed particularly dark, and Oliver narrowed his eyes, wheels turning. That…shouldn’t be there. Helen’s car, parked just at the mouth of the alley, cast headlight beams directly down it, but that area didn’t seemed to be touched at all, and—

Oliver blinked. The shadow disappeared.

Before he had a chance to worry about it, a familiar chill wrapped around his wrist, squeezing once, and the shadows next to him grew more solid. “Hi.” Camille’s voice, and she looked up at him, the corners of her lips curling up as she stared. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” he said, only half-lying. 

“Good,” she said, and took a step backward, putting a bit of space between them. “Didn’t know you’d be here, actually. Figured you’d be busy setting up the front page,” she said, tilting her head until her purple waves brushed her shoulder. 

“Eh, inDesign crashed. Then the call for this came in—figured I could spare the time.” Oliver looked closer at her. No change from last time he’d seen her, even after she’d gotten her promotion, going from a private detective to an official peacekeeper….thing….for the city’s supernatural….community. He hadn’t ever gotten around to asking what, specifically, it meant, or what he should be calling the loose group of were-whatsits and demons and witches and stuff. Other questions had taken priority. “I’m more curious about what you’re doing here, actually. Guess you being here means it’s spooky stuff?”

“Mm,” she hmmed, not untilting her head. Her expression went blanker, and some of the weird symmetry came back into her features. “Yes,” she said, after a moment, during which Oliver felt like he’d stepped onto a doctor’s scale, holding his breath for the numbers to pop up. “Unfortunately.”

“Guess that explains why you didn’t get my text,” he said, nodding to her hip. 

She stood up straighter, fumbling for her phone and yanking it out. New—what had ruined it this time, he wondered. Her smile grew as she looked at his text, and she glanced up at him through her lashes. “Sorry, I was on the bike,” she said. Oliver didn’t even remember what he’d sent; some comment about actually missing the sunshine, followed by a question about werewolves. Inane. But her face lit up like Christmas lights anyway, and she put her phone away with a purple blush on her cheeks. 

“Right, well. I’ll make sure and answer that when I’ve got, erm, this figured out,” she said, shrugging at the body and Helen’s back as he nodded to one of the witnesses. Camille waved and took another step backward, toward where he supposed she’d parked her bike. “It was nice to see you again, Oliver. In person. I mean. Not just texts.”

“No, come back,” he blurted, freezing as she did the same, the tips of his ears burning. “I mean. Um. I got a bunch of pictures of that.” He said, nodding toward the corpse. “Was supposed to go on the front page of the paper.”

“Above the fold?” she asked, a half-smile flickering across her face.

“Above the fold.” Oliver nodded, keeping his own lips together. Crime scenes were not appropriate places to flirt, he told himself. “I’d like to publish it still,” he said, wincing internally as Camille’s shoulders went up to her ears. “But I don’t want to be, you know. So maybe you could help me pick out the best photos? For that?” Flirt-appropriate place or not, his voice had gone all deep and the smile had broken loose, the dimples he’d flashed to take a cleaner photo working much better on Camille than they had on Detective Helen. She blinked again, glancing from the corpse and patting her pocket, lips pursed.

“I could….probably spare the time,” she said. “This is pretty much sorted on my end anyway.” 

“And maybe you could tell me about that?” Oliver asked, his heart doing a little loop when Camille smiled again. “I guess you probably couldn’t, you know. Here.”

“Nope,” she confirmed. “I can follow you to the paper offices?” 

“Sounds great to me,” Oliver said, then took another step toward the tape. “I’m leaving, Helen. Good luck!” Oliver ignored the muttered “thank God” and headed toward his SUV, keeping pace with Camille.  

[jonathankatwhatever]

I’m glad no one reads this because now I have to work through extremely painful threads. I knew this would happen when my physical pain suddenly went away, because that signals increasing psychic pain. Like the burden is passed between my brother and me. I help him through the learning he needs to undertake. At least I think I do, given the results. He must help me in the less verbal ways.

So, I’m probably wrong and entirely delusional, but the results keep explaining deep truth to me, so I have to continue. This truth isnt just my truth, though of course one reason I cant trust what I see is that I know I have never seen me accurately. But I’ve tended to see myself physically in an unfair negative light. Where I overshoot is pretending to know what I dont really know, which is part of my agreeing with people and, frankly, being able to quickly see or at least question the depths of their interest. Where I get caught up is with physicists and mathematicians because they often, if not generally, approach their fields through symbolic chains and other equations which require precise knowledge. It’s very male. Is that a justification or a justification? Am I seeing another negative exposed: that their precision requirement frustrates me because I needed to figure out a model which is then made precise, so a naive model into a rigorous one, which requires maintaining some naiveté.

That’s my problem with Riemann: he jumps to analytic continuation as an idea without a naive model, and that is why he can come up with such a deep open question, because without that naive model, there is no way to explain why primes are arranged on a line shifted into the middle of the unit segment. This is usually taken as a way to generate primes more accurately, but I see it more as stating the importance of primes in the naive squares model, so the center of the unit segment disappears. This happens conceptually as the insertion of a unit circle or square. This iterates, so the first iteration inward would draw 3 segments of ½ each, with the middle idealized. That count of 3 repeats, and of course it repeats at the 1 level, so that makes the actual unit circle of -1 to 1, and the diameter of 2. Oh say it, no one’s listening: this attaches to squares at the 4 level, and the 4 level connects as 2 counts across the hypotenuse of the area of 2 that is a step above square1. This effectively transforms one version of squares, couting by root 2, for the version counting by 1., meaning tilted and untilted squares. Did I just do what I think I did?

To get there, I responded to a negative wave after my last post, and that negative wave pointed me to a specific reference which can make sense in two ways, that I’m dead wrong or dead right. I could be dead wrong in two ways. I could be dead wrong in the inversion, meaning the same twist on the other side, not a different twist. Or I could be wrong about where you lie on that affinity scale s-B. The first I may be able to analyze a bit: I can see an X swinging through space until it folds back on itself, but that is bidirectional, so if it folds one way to be transitive in that orientation, then that’s a V or K collapsing to center line, which changes the orientation of the root 2 counting. This is hard.

That maps like I said before, with the affinity as y. It’s weird that I’m trying to disprove my reason for existence. Let’s see if I can do that: disunion shared traits, same orientations, symmetry, having trouble. Try another tack. What would be on the other side of me? A woman who contains a man who is attracted to men, because that extends that symmetry. Oh, I see: If I treat you as a middle square and add squares on either side, then these cant be symmetrically attached to you because the threadings are different. That’s at least interesting. Or if I treat pairs, then there is a pairing and a pairing, and these invoke an exclusion principle, which is rooted in the threated asymmetry. That comes out as spin in particles. Wow, I must be getting somwhere if I’m getting somewhere. I’ve diddled with spin before, and here it is again.

The pairing principle extends symmetry over and then over, over and then over. And the pairing principle matches the endpoints, segments, etc. This actually seems to visualize as, if I can get this out, as step of 1 in to center is the same as step of 1 across center, just idealized, so the disappearing point is in you, which is certainly true in this perspective. From this, I should be able to figure group characteristics. How? It’s weird because in a counting back and forth there is an apparently reversible continuity, which any snapshot is not unless you fudge the details and only examine endpoints without the threading into those or out of those into the next squares. Do I need to explain pairing: it’s a consequence of the identity structure, so it’s not axiomatic.

That finally connects to whether my reading of place on the affinity scale is wrong. That invokes the argument above: results. How do I treat that except as model correctness? How can the model be correct if the model is misfit at the start? That’s the Barnes; the model encompasses the room with the left wall and the right wall and the wall in front with the way out behind you where you came in. So that can be leave, go, die, fuck off. But it could also be the same inversion I see all through in which pieces flip meanings the way a man tells a story about something which is about something else. There’s always a room. You enter it. You’re manipulated in it and by it.

I’m getting very tired but I dread waking up tomorrow.

I just noticed the brown theme goes with the name, so that’s part of it too. That’s grounding. Grounding you. I’m grounded here. He grounds you. Oh. All this opens up in my head and it makes me want to stab my heart because I dont want to be grounded here and yet here I am. This leads me into a familiar loop: if I’m playing this game, as opposed to any other, who have I been playing with who so completely and accurately describes you in such depth that I can now construct an entire set of relationships, as traced in the legs of the square, so one flips to how I’ve set out the labels and the other being a different negation, so the symmetry pair is there in more ways than I have counted, though I’ve now counted them out along the boundary edge where they eventually reach the same point except separated by something else. What could that be if the m-F is the same other than attraction?

That pushes to the superficial, to the physical. So that is a fear: same people, I lose. A fear about the superficial. A fear about the proximate when threads are there. My answer earlier this evening was: no matter what, no matter what, because a I as a female love forever. Oh, that explains something: the way you hold memories and thus love is through your sister. That explains the male threading of woman memories, the same as I female thread male memories. Again, this illuminates me through an illumination of you, which is the exact same as when my left hand learns something and my right then can do it. There has been an oscillation. Memory precedes event. all this coming from a change motivated, now that I think about it, by a lot of close examination lately that reminds me of me, with the over-sized clothes, and a contrast between emotion in stills versus flatness in motion. When you’re still and alone, you can be you and I can be awkward and remote, but my brother is attracted to women and relates to them that way while your brother relates to them as if he doesnt want them. Is that fair? I’m delusional and no one reads this anyway.

Anything stronger than what you see? It fit almost too well. Like an entire picture that i knew was there has just filled in. That leaves for now: the negative voices came from somewhere, so where? Many of them didnt feel familiar at all. In fact, that’s what grabbed me about them: they had an entirely different, more rapid cadence than I hear in me. I associate that cadence as external. It’s more 5/4 than 4/4, and quick. Was that negative a voice from the deep articulating into an open space? That means it could be hooked to a real negative but one that isnt always material.

I dont know. Except this will be over soon because my time is almost up. And again, i knew that would happen when I was a child. I have to try to sleep.

[darkmxgician]

Masterlist

wattpad - ao3

Promises Break

Noah Sebastian x reader. Enemies to lovers, dark mmc

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

Said & Done

Noah Sebastian x reader. Fated mates. Criminal Noah

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9

Scales Untilted

Noah Sebastian x reader. Inspired by the BMTH tour, long hair Noah

Part 1 - Part 2

Dethrone

Noah Sebastian x reader. Friends to lovers. Mafia fmc

Part 1 - Part 2

Summer Confessions

Rafe Cameron x reader. Mostly fluff, childhood sweethearts

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Untitled outer banks story

Rafe Cameron x reader. Dark fmc, unhinged Rafe

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[wildaers]

tag drop part two .

[jngukie]

WIP Tag

i was tagged by @floofyeol! idk if this is a blessing or a curse let’s find out.

some of these fics have been in drafts for ages? so tbh i don’t even know if i will post them but hey we’ll see. (so assume for now that none of these will be posted—except when stated otherwise with an *)

the first couple will be ships. the later ones are reader-inserts. all are still protected by the Creative Commons license.

slide it up in here: chapter 10* pairing(s): jikook, namjin, yoonseok genre: humour, crack, drama, angst tags/warnings: texting, college au, slightly filthy, innuendoes, Awkward Jeon Jungkook™, slowburn, self-esteem issues, self-hatred, implied/referenced homophobia, everyone is a mess™

SUMMARY

gguki: [image attached] gguki: what should i do with it chimothy: um chimothy: dude idk if i’m entitled to give you suggestions but chimothy: i mean you could always just stick it in the ass???????

or jungkook accidentally sends a stranger a picture of his roommate’s brand new dildo

PREVIEW

the (9)7 wonders of the world

tol: ok here’s the plan dabs 24/7: yugyeom no offence but your plans kinda suck muscle pig: ^^ what bambam said muscle pig: i don’t trust you anymore tol: wow that hurt tol: but i promise you this one will be better dabs 24/7: don’t do it kook tol: it won’t backfire in any way

untilted vhope pairing(s): vhope, namjin genre: humour, fluff tags/warnings: college au, skype dates, profanity, neurobiology/pyschology major!namjoon, ra!jin, music major!yoongi (i think), some major!hoseok, and high schooler!tae, tbh idrk bc i haven’t finished writing it lmao

SUMMARY

When Jung Hoseok signed up for college, he didn’t think he’d end up on academic probation so soon. Hell, he’d never guess he’d have friends who would use him as a fucking lab rat for their atrocious experiments. He definitely did not expect to fall in love with his resident advisor’s little brother—and then proceed to sneak into said resident advisor’s room and hack his computer just to have one more Skype date with the little brother. Without getting caught by said resident advisor. Yeah—he’s a little stressed, to say the least.

→ a continuation of It’s Burning Up in Here.

PREVIEW

He didn’t sign up for this. He thought college would be a great idea—who would pass up the opportunity for ultimate freedom and youthful stupidity? No, he was ecstatic for college—but he definitely hadn’t signed up to be the fucking victim for his resident advisor’s boyfriend’s experiments.

“Hoseok-ssi, please stay still or otherwise this will hurt. A lot,” Namjoon begged as his friend Yoongi tried to hold him down on the fragile coffee table.

“That’s not what your needle’s saying! You said it was a harmless experiment! You said I’d be fine!”

“You will be! I just need practice drawing blood once—”

“You’ve never even done this before?” Hoseok shrieked, writhing some more. Yoongi growled in frustration and flung his entire weight onto Hoseok’s body—and thus effectively snapping the legs of the coffee table and sending them down towards the floor.

His advisor ran into the room then, eyes wide in alarm while holding a skillet filled with half-cooked meat, his creased white apron reading World’s Best Dad! in pretty cursive pink. “What the hell is going on here?”

untitled taekook* pairing(s): taekook, yoonjin genre: fluff, angst, humour, crack tags/warnings: restaurant au, running away, mentions of nudity, exhibitionism, does getting caught dancing naked in your room count as exhibitionism idek, mention of mpreg, but there’s no actual mpreg, i mean it’s the sims it’s not real, many many references to the male organ, but sorry folks no smut (A/N: this is literally what i have in my docs wow i’m such a nerd for preparing ao3 tags LMAO)

SUMMARY

The last thing Jungkook expected after running away to Seoul is to score a private live viewing of Naked_Neighbour_Dancing_In_His_Bedroom.mov—and then proceed to bump into him when he’s not-so-naked. And then also manage to greet him with a slap. It also probably doesn’t help that Nude Neighbour is his new boss. All in all, Jungkook just maybe kinda wants to die. (But of course Seokjin isn’t gonna allow him, so he’s just going to suffer—for now.)

PREVIEW

He sighs, turning his head to gaze out of the window, only to freeze when he realises his view isn’t exactly the most… decent.

Because across from his small studio apartment window is a perfect view of a larger apartment in the building across, and currently, the tenant (he hopes the boy’s the tenant) is enthusiastically dancing through his room completely naked, dinglehopper fully on display. He’s mouthing the words to some song, throwing a finger up in the air as he shuts his eyes and nods his head as though the music (Jungkook thinks there’s music) blasting in his room is speaking to him on a spiritual level.

Jungkook’s face is bright red when he finally breaks out of his trance, and he wishes he wasn’t so bad at reacting appropriately to inappropriate situations so he could at least have saved himself from adding a thirty-second clip of Nude Neighbour to his collection of non-digital memories. He rushes to the window and pulls the curtains close, fingers stiff as he tries to rid his brain of such scandalous images.

At least he was hot.

His face is redder now—if that’s even possible. “Fuck me,” he whispers, and then flushes even more. “Wait, no. Don’t fuck me. That’s not what—why am I even talking to myself. Agh.”

take these words out of my lungs (and set them free) pairing(s): vmin genre: angst, fluff tags/warnings: major character death, suicide attempt, depression, body image issues, depressed!jimin, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, ambiguous original character that appears for like five seconds, high school au

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

three pounds. that’s how much he’s gained since he last stepped on the scale, the dictator that rules over his life. he stares at the numbers again, frowning at the digits glaring up at him. perhaps there was a mistake; maybe the scale is rigged or jammed or simply broken. he couldn’t have possibly gained three pounds in a span of two days. hasn’t he been walking around his neighbourhood enough?

he sighs, stepping off the scale and turning around to flush the toilet before washing his hands. even the cold water burns his skin, and he wishes he could melt through the cracks on the floor. would he slim down then? would he finally be skinny enough?

“jimin!” he hears his mother call, and he forces his way from the sink, sneaking out his parent’s bathroom and into the living room outside. their apartment is small but cozy. jimin hates it.

untitled kim seokjin* pairing(s): platonic OT7 genre: fluff, angst tags/warnings: anxiety, depression, eating disorder, negative body image perception, lapslock (lower case)

SUMMARY

honestly, he can’t remember what it’s like to live anymore.

PREVIEW

breathe in. breathe out.

three lucky charms. four cereal pieces. seven bits down the drain.

he smiles, staring at the milk-stained sink as the spoon clatters against metal, bowl turned upside down. it’s ugly—white ink staining burnt grey like liquid cobwebs feeding on rust. it looks exactly as how he feels: dirty, wasted, trash. one-seventy-nine centimetres down the drain.

untitled kim taehyung pairing(s): Kim Taehyung/Reader genre: fluff, humour, probably angst bc knowing me tags/warnings: (sor far) nudity, profanity

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

Kim Taehyung has no regrets. Sure, he probably should’ve thought twice before he spent all of his money on BIGBANG merch just to show Jungkook that yes, he’s the bigger fanboy, and sure, he definitely should’ve listened to Jimin when he warned Taehyung that no, he shouldn’t eat three whole pizza pies by himself, but that doesn’t mean he regrets any of his decisions. Even though blowing all his earnings on people he’ll never meet did cause him to starve for a good or so month.

(Thank god for ramyeon.)

So, no, Jimin, he doesn’t regret running out of the shower butt naked when he heard her singing on her way to the second floor of their co-ed dorm, doesn’t regret shouting, “I love your voice!” before she screamed, “Oh my god, you’re naked!” And he definitely doesn’t regret yelling, “Oh, shit!” into Oblivion before sprinting back into the bathroom to resume the hot shower he abandoned.

“For fuck’s sake, Taehyung,” Jimin says to him once Taehyung’s finished recounting the story, the two of them lying side by side on Jimin’s bed. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“I should probably say hi,” Taehyung muses, blinking at the ceiling. “Do you think she remembers me?”

Jimin glances down, and snickers. “With how small your dick is, she probably does.”

untitled park jimin pairing(s): Park Jimin/Reader genre: fluff tags/warnings: (so far) blind!reader

SUMMARY

He is an angel; and she doesn’t need to see to believe. She fathoms his widespread wings as he gently picks her up, worriedly and urgently asking for her health, voice so soft it touches her skin like silk on smooth glass. His eyes must be crinkled in the corners, a smile stuttering through apologies, heart too warm for the human hand to touch. She imagines what he looks like, faintly deciding through his rapid Korean that he must be chesnut if not vanilla, not in skin but in connotation because he sounds and smells and feels like home.

Her pause is a millennia long, and she hears him repeat himself again, the sound of melting marshmallow oozing out of beautiful lips: “Are you alright?”

She produces a smile, feathery and light, eyes glassy and the world continues to remain black. “I’m fine,” she replies, and her voice is cracked from its lack of use; she hasn’t met anyone worth talking to in what feels like a century. Another smile reappears, much strained than what she’s used to, and she picks herself up from where the concrete lay, the dust falling from her voile skirt. “No damage done.”

untitled kim taehyung #2* pairing(s): Kim Taehyung/Reader, platonic OT7 genre: fluff, angst tags/warnings: i think it’s schizophrenia?, mental illnesses, depression

SUMMARY/PREVIEW

There is a moment when time stands still. It’s fleeting, escaping the moment your fingers curl around it and pull. But it is during this moment happiness enraptures you with its warm hug as your heart thunders against your chest—the steady thump, thump, thump of a snare drum awakening. It is during this moment pain ceases to exist.

But after, everything will come rushing back.

i have more but these are the ones that are decent, at the very least.

to pass the torch on, i’ll tag @minmelly @kinky-koreans @pasteljeonggukk @haneulismykoreanname @rnjmnster and anyone else who wants to do it! (if you don’t, no pressure. good luck to you and your writing!)

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May 23, 2019

Over the weekend I conducted my first shoot using the DSLR camera. Disappointingly, I was only able to get about 6 minutes of footage of which perhaps only 3 minutes is usable as the card only had 4 GB. Nonetheless, I transferred all of the footage from the card onto a computer in the AV store and then airdropped the files to my MacBook. I feel as though today was really about gathering all my material so it would be ready for editing later. 

The next step was to isolate the audio files of my VHS tapes so that I could start editing them and making them into one continuous track and maybe add sound effects to them. Glen was really helpful in this regard as he introduced me to the program, Audacity. This application pretty much records the files which can then be into a folder. 

Example of cassette tape used.

1. AV cord powering camcorder

2. Connected to sound system

3. Transferred sound recorded using Audacity program

Artists of inspiration: Doris Salcedo 

Doris Salcedo creates politically-charged conceptual installation works which serve to critique but also commemorate. After growing up in war-torn Columbia amongst an atmosphere of violence and terror, Salcedo’s context forms the impetus behind her works. Salcedo conducted extensive research, gathering testimonies from the family and friends of those who disappeared during the Columbian civil war. 

Doris Salcedo’s Untitled series of large-scale sculptural installations have been of great inspiration to me, as they deal with the weight of absence, and reminiscence. The works show domestic furniture including wooden dressers, bedframes tables and chairs, filled with concrete; some items deliberately interlocked or fused together. For Salcedo, the tension that arises from this clash of materials expresses the emotional and psychological unease at the heart of her work, which is motivated by the traumatic effects of civil war on Colombian people. The objects as a representation of evacuated space, in a way, reflect the sealing of tomb whereby the absence of the individual paradoxically forces the viewer to think about the history of the objects and the significance they hold.

Doris Salcedo Untilted (MChicago 1999)

Doris Salcedo Untitled (Art Gallery NSW 2007)

[arxt1]

Using SPTpol, Planck 2015, and non-CMB data to constrain tilted spatially-flat and untilted non-flat $\Lambda$CDM, XCDM, and $\phi$CDM dark energy inflation cosmologies. (arXiv:1908.08477v2 [astro-ph.CO] UPDATED)

We use six tilted spatially-flat and untilted non-flat dark energy cosmological models in analyses of South Pole Telescope polarization (SPTpol) cosmic microwave background (CMB) data, alone and in combination with Planck 2015 CMB data and non-CMB data, namely, the Pantheon Type Ia supernovae apparent magnitudes, a collection of baryon acoustic oscillation data points, Hubble parameter measurements, and growth rates. Although the cosmological models that best-fit the Planck CMB and non-CMB data do not provide good fits to the SPTpol data, with the $\chi^2$'s exceeding the expected value, given the uncertainties, in each model the cosmological parameter constraints from the SPTpol data and from the Planck CMB and non-CMB data are largely mutually consistent. When the smaller angular scale SPTpol data are used jointly with either the Planck data alone or with the Planck CMB and the non-CMB data to constrain untilted non-flat models, spatially-closed models remain favored over their corresponding flat limits. When used in conjunction with Planck data, non-CMB data (baryon acoustic oscillation measurements in particular, from six experiments) have significantly more constraining power than the SPTpol data.

from gr-qc updates on arXiv.org https://ift.tt/2Nn3ahH

[arxt1]

Using SPTpol, Planck 2015, and non-CMB data to constrain tilted spatially-flat and untilted non-flat $\Lambda$CDM, XCDM, and $\phi$CDM dark energy inflation cosmologies. (arXiv:1908.08477v1 [astro-ph.CO])

We use six tilted spatially-flat and untilted non-flat dark energy cosmological models in analyses of South Pole Telescope polarization (SPTpol) cosmic microwave background (CMB) data, alone and in combination with Planck 2015 CMB data and non-CMB data. All best-fit cosmological models have CMB anisotropy power spectra that do not provide good fits to the SPTpol data, differing at the 2 to 3$\sigma$ level. In all models, there is no significant difference between the model that best fits the SPTpol data and the one that best fits the Planck CMB and non-CMB data. When the smaller angular scale SPTpol data are used jointly with either the Planck data alone or with the Planck CMB and the non-CMB data to constrain untilted non-flat models, spatially-closed models remain favored over their corresponding flat limits. When used in conjunction with Planck data, non-CMB data (baryon acoustic oscillation measurements in particular, from six experiments) have significantly more constraining power than the SPTpol data.

from gr-qc updates on arXiv.org https://ift.tt/2Nn3ahH