#so yeah ^^ delivery my beloved

[saidrabbles]

vulnerable

pairing: g-dragon x reader warnings: none word count: 1.1k

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— this is for anyone that feels like a burden to others if they dare open up about their feelings —

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jiyong slides in his chair, letting out an exasperated sigh. music production has been so stressful, trying to meet the high expectations put on his name. g-dragon. sometimes, he wishes he can run away from this name, from his genius producer reputation. but he loves music, his fans and...he wouldn't have met you.

he met his girlfriend of three months now through mutual friends, and he couldn't be more thankful. you're everything to him, which is why your reply made him sulk.

jy: hi baby, are you free tonight? ;) y/n: hii my beloved, im sorryy :( work has piled up and i see no escape. i'll be busy for the next few days :(

several days is way too long of a time without seeing you. "i don't blame her, i'm struggling the same with my work. but i would love to see her for an hour or two." he was ranting to his bestfriend, taeyang, on the phone with a visible sulk in his voice. "i think you should tell her that jiyong, maybe she was too stressed to think of meeting for a few hours."

he was staring at the demo he produced a few hours ago, his mind thinking of ways to make the song sound better. he forgot taeyang, still on the other side of the call, but a feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "did she say she's busy with work for a few days?" "yeah, why?" he cleared his voice, "uhm guys, what are you on about?"

hyorin, taeyang's wife, sounded worried. "i think you should go check up on her, jiyong-ssi." he sat straight in his seat "why? what does it mean when she says she's busy?" hyorin sighed on the other end, "i can't talk in detail about it because it's not my place but, (y/n) has struggled with being vulnerable because of a previous relationship." he stood up fully now, rushing to save his work. "i coincidentally went to visit her with a meal when she said she was busy, and she was having a breakdown...she thinks she will be a burden if she made people rush to her side everytime she's going through something." his heart felt like it stopped working, like it malfunctioned. why would she...she's not comfortable with me?...

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you heard a knock on your apartment door and you started wiping your tears, the delivery man doesn't need to be seeing dried tears and puffy eyes, you tried to joke. "you can leave it just on the inside-" you were super-glued to your place. it wasn't the delivery man. "ji-jiyong?" your voice came out thick from all the crying you did. "can i please come in?" his voice was almost a whisper, like he is afraid to raise it any higher in case you run the other way.

you silently opened the door wider to allow him in, not knowing what to do with yourself. run, hide, don't show him your weakness. your traumatised mind was screaming at you, but you were still glued in-front of the gentlest man you've ever met. his eyes had an expression you couldn't read; pain? guilt? sadness..?

your body starts forcing you to walk into the living room, but before you turned around he leaped and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head leaning into your shoulder, engulfing you whole. you stayed in your place, you didn't understand what was happening. "(y/n)" he breathed again. "(y/n)" he breathed out, "why are you crying, alone, when i'm here?" you felt your body shaking, so you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your head into the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide from the confession he was asking of you.

you held him tighter, and he returned it by pulling you closer to him. "it's not about you" your voice was more of a whisper than anything. "i know baby" you shifted in his arms, "you know?" he slowly started drawing circles on the small of your back. "hyorin told me a bit about it, but" he placed a kiss on the top of your head as he rested his chin on the top of your head, "who in their right mind would not want to hold you in their arms, like this, and smell your floral shampoo?" he tried to lighten the mood.

"a whiny, clingy person" you started "that's what he told me when i called him, needing reassurance." at which point did your tears started pooling around your eyes again, you don't know, but you notice how jiyong starts swaying the both of you gently right and left, like he's telling you he's listening. he knew you still had more to say. "i'm the type of person that holds it in, i don't complain unless i've suppressed my emotions for too long. at some point in my relationship, he started sighing anytime i tried to express how i'm feeling.." you started crying, but wanted to continue,

"so, i stopped telling anyone how i feel. every time i tried to speak, my mind would start to attack me, scream at me, and it shut me up." you hid your face in his chest as you cried your heart out. you let out all of your pent-up feelings to another human being after all this time. it wasn't just anyone, it was to the person that mattered the most to you. his arms melted away your sadness, stress, frustration. after what felt like hours, your cries were now sniffles, slowly settling into this newly cleansed heart.

you felt jiyong pull away, and pull you with him over to the couch in the living room. he sat you down, held your tear-stained face ever so gently, wiping any escaping tear from your (e/c) eyes. "your vulnerability" he kissed the space between your brows "is what you makes you human" he kissed your left cheek "becoming someone you can lean on," he kissed your right cheek "is a great honour for me." he kisses your nose "i want to know your everything, i want you to cry only in my arms, and to complain when life feels unfair." he grazed his thumb over your lower lip.

he slowly leaned in, placing a feather-like kiss. you smiled as he kissed you again, deepening the kiss, like he's sealing the promise he made to you with his warm, soft lips. you melted, feeling your mind settle into an unheard whisper. he rested his forehead on yours, sighing happily.

"i love you, kwon jiyong." he giggled at the mention of his full name, "i love you too, (y/n) (l/n)." you were both giggling at this point. you settled on his lap, as he held you close to his chest. feeling his heartbeat, you felt yourself come home. "thank you, my dearest." he reassuringly squeezed your upper arm. "always, my most beloved."

a/n: im working on a gdragon x reader slow burn friends to lovers reuqested by anon, but enjoy this scenario written by yours truly :)

[blasphemousclaw]

random thought about Hornsent… I’d been thinking the reason why he invades us in Rauh after we help him defeat Messmer was because of this post-Messmer dialogue:

“Yet unquenched remains my thirst for revenge. The death of Messmer was merely the start. Now comes the piper to collect from Marika, her offspring, and all the Erdtree's denizens... In vengeance for the flames, my blade I wield...”

and he is counting us amongst the “Erdtree’s denizens, based on the first thing he says to us:

“Your kind are not forgiven. The Erdtree is my people's enemy. By Marika long betray'd, set aflame. I believe Miquella's apologies, when he says our delivery will come. But never will I see your kind as worthy.”

so basically I was like, well obviously he’d try to pick us off if he’s just going sicko mode on anyone associated with the Erdtree… but I thought of another interpretation that I feel like might make even more sense, and it has to do with Miquella:

The charm Miquella placed over his followers was specifically soothing all their violent impulses — for Hornsent, the charm didn’t make him forget his hatred towards Messmer and Marika, but it did make him forget the oath of vengeance he swore!

“Do you presume us allies, even now? Though Miquella’s spell is newly broken? I must profess, the spell mattered little. Uphold his covenant Miquella shall, and in godhood redeem our rueful clan. Then Marika, and vilest Erdtree both, will at last be from divinity wrench’d. And surely I... contented I will be.

But first, clear sounds the call of vengeance. The impaler, Messmer, must pay his due. In vengeance for the flames, my blade I wield… How could I allow myself to forget? Revenge alone assures me peace of mind.”

at this point, Hornsent still expects Miquella to honor his promise to redeem his people. But if we help him defeat Messmer, his thirst for revenge isn’t quenched, but invigorated:

“If Miquella's redemption soothes the ache... that throbs within, demanding blessed vengeance... Then I wish not to be by him redeemed.”

He decides that no, actually, I don’t want Miquella’s redemption if it comes at the cost of my sacred revenge quest! I think Hornsent realized that if Miquella ascends to godhood, it will be just like it was when he was under his charm, and he’ll forget his oath once again, but this time, permanently. So maybe that’s why he’s specifically defending the staircase leading to Romina’s arena… maybe he’s defending the Sealing Tree, trying to keep Enir-Ilim sealed so Miquella can’t walk through the Divine Gate and ascend to godhood? How crazy would that be… Hornsent giving up a chance at redemption for his people and keeping his beloved tower sealed just so he can keep killing… yeah I think that’s absolutely in character

[theyanderebin]

Yantober Day 4! Homemade Meal!

OR home"maid" hah! Get it? Cause she's a maid! Aha!

This is my silly maid girl, she's so happy to be around you!

My browser is set to American English and i need to change that at some point! Seeing as i am not American and it is frequently making me doubt spelling choices lmao-

(Prompt can be found on @ozzgin's yantober list which is! You guessed it! right here!)

It's about 690 words!

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Her day began with humming cheerfully as she opened the windows and allowed herself, about.. two minutes to breathe in the air. And then she was off! Practically speeding through her morning routine! There was a mission she had and she would complete it! Shower? Check! Uniform? Check! and still cute, she twirled into her next step her black dress fanning out. House windows? Opened! Beds? All made!!

To the kitchen! With determination she skipped her way down there blonde hair bouncing gently with every step. She pushed the door open staring down one of the cook intently. "Fine.. fine.." They sighed, shifting there food prep elsewhere in the kitchen. "Yes!" she quietly hissed, cheerfully stowing herself away in a section of the kitchen to prepare breakfast. For you! her beloved! She had to make sure it was perfect! and it would be! She'd even been skipping out on journalling in her afternoon free time just to practice, granted a few of the cooks were getting growingly exasperated with antics. "They simply don't understand!" She thought humming as she whisked a small bowl of egg mix. "I love them so much! It's perfectly sensible i want to provide for them!" Pouring half into a hot pan and attentatively watching it as she generously sprinkled in a few extras. Folding it in half and flipping it. "Oh i hope they like it! I hope they love it!" She plops one almost perfectly cooked omelette onto a plate. Making a second, swiftly repeating the actions. Laying it to on a plate. She giggled quietly to herself, "It looks like a heart!" She cooed in her mind. Setting it aside to keep warm in a low heated oven close by. Toasting some bread as she smashed an avocado, mixing in some lemon, garlic and a smidge of chilli. Also maybe a tiny bit of her saliva but that's between her and the avocado!

With Your omelettes and avocado toast lovingly plated she bid the kitchen a speedy adieu! Hoping desperately to deliver it to you right as you wake up from your beautiful slumber. Ah.. how peacefully you slept! The moon gently peering around the edges of your curtains, painting soft lines of light across your perfect face. How lovely it was in those quiet moments, even if you didn't know she were even there at all. She relished them.

Speaking of relish! She had arrived to your room with your avocado toast! It's not really relish though, is it? Oh well. She knocked gently on the door, silently shifting her weight from one foot to another for barely five seconds before gingerly pushing open your door. Shutting it behind her. "Good morning," She chirped quietly as she wandered closer to your barely awoken from. Plate set on your bedside. Leaning her body slightly closer with a sweet smile on her lips, "I've prepared breakfast for you. I thought I'd give delivery since you've been working so hard.." Praising you as you blearily sat up. "Oh.." You yawned, stretching "Thanks." She placed the tray in your lap.

It was only a little awkward while you ate, her wide eyes staring in almost unblinking, excitement? A smile permanently affixed to her lips as she watched you. Finally she broke the lengthening silence, "How is it? Do you.. like it?" With the way she stared at you, you weren't sure if you could say anything but yes… Not that you would! It was pretty good after all! If you were to say no.. you almost shuddered at the thought of her bright eyes dulled with sadness or worse hurt. "Yeah," You said cutting another chuck of omelette, "It's really good." You smiled, placing it into your mouth. Her eyes practically sparkled more than a jewel upon your simple praise. "Ah!" She clasped her hands together, "I'm so glad you like it!"

She would be riding that high desperately for the week to come, her journal overflowing with how much she would love to cook for you again and how overjoyed she was that you loved it! So much so in fact that her handwriting was notably worse that week…

[tams-writeblr]

Love in a hopeless Place 1

Synopsis: She was barely grown up, when she stepped into the bar that was the center of Zaun's resistance. The people she met there would forever change her life, and one of them especially. Silco x reader/OC; first-person POV; overall rating: E for Explicit; canon-compliant (though I might make a stretch on the timeline here and there to make things fit my symbolism); age gap! (younger female, older male); 9 chapters; 45k; cis female reader/POV; no beta-reader; completed Chapter ratings/warnings: T for Teen; mentions of alcohol and intoxication, mentions of harassment, canon typical representation of these topics Wordcount: 1,7 k Author's note: Hello and welcome to my first Arcane Fan Fiction, and probably the first piece I finished in such a haze. What should I say? I watched Arcane over the Christmas holidays, and it's been holding me in a chokehold ever since. I can't say I've seen much better media, like ever. As usually, I was especially infatuated with one of the best villains I ever encountered in media, or greatly beloved Silco. And then I literally dreamed about this scenario that I've written down here, and I've been writing my fingers off to get this piece on paper before my memory got too clouded (and work took over too much of my time again). So yeah, I can't really say too much about this chapter, just that it's the shortest out of them all. I won't always post full chapters from now on, I'll go for sections as some chapters are around 10 k alone... (I was expecting each chapter to be around the length of this one, but what should I say, words and ideas just kept floating.) I really hope you'll enjoy this, guys! I did for sure, and yeah, that's all for now. Comments would be appreciated! (Re-reading this chapter for posting it, I realized that it's also probably the weakest chapter of all xD)

Today's music recommendation: The Police - Don't stand so close to me

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Act I

Chapter I

Part 1/1

The music was blasting out of a speaker next to the exit when I opened the heavy wooden door and entered the crammed bar. Honestly, I was surprised to find it as crowded on a regular weekday, but apparently that didn't make much of a difference around here. How often had I tried to sneak a drink around here before, but it had always been prevented by Vander.

Didn't help when the owner of the bar was a regular customer at your own father's store.

But today was different. Today I was allowed to be here! Finally.

I was making my way through the crowd, heading for the bar, where I didn't find the familiar gruffy face of Vander. I took the last free stool and climbed on it a little clumsily. Looking around for another bartender, I craned my neck from left to right, but nobody was to be seen. I finally wanted my drink!

"Are you even allowed to drink yet, kid?" a low voice from my left, asked me.

I looked where the voice was coming from and found a black-haired man, who wasn't even looking at me, but was scribbling something into a notebook. I knew this man from my father's shop.

He sometimes came to help Vander with the deliveries and sometimes came to buy... other things... And his piercing blue-green eyes seemed to look right into your soul.

Somehow the room now felt warmer.

"Yes, Silco," the familiar voice of the bartender finally echoed over the music. "'cause it's her 18th birthday today!"

Silco put down his pen and now finally gave me a real look. "You know her?", he huffed at Vander.

"Sure, you should too!" He told Silco my name and waited for a reaction. Finally, he sighed. "Claus' eldest!"

It still didn't seem to click with Silco. He turned to look at me again, an eyebrow raised. "You mean, he doesn't just have those four unbearable brats but one more?"

"I'm not a brat!" I fought back weakly. "And my four brothers are only my half-brothers."

Vander made a movement of uncertainty with his hands. "She's Claus' only daughter with his first wife; you know, the one that..." I was thankful that Vander didn't elaborate more on my biological mother's fate in public. 

She had left us when I was around six. Just kept leaving the house more often and coming back less and less until she stayed away one day forever. She was found dead three years later on the patch. Until I was ten, it had only been me and my father; then he remarried, and while my stepmother was the kindest and friendliest person in the world, the second my first half-brother was born, I sensed that she would never love me as much as her own flesh and blood.

"So, it's your birthday and I finally can't throw you out of my bar anymore. What can I get you?" Vander brought my attention back to the here and now.

Silco also turned away from me, but I noticed a small eye roll before he went back to his papers.

I honestly had no idea what I wanted, it would be my first time drinking, but I recognized one of the bottles above my head from our own kitchen at home. 

My stepmom would sometimes drink that, and she seemed to like it.

I pointed at the green bottle. "I'll take this one."

"Oh, starting out strong, I see," Vander mused and poured me a drink. "If I might give you an advice, I would keep the pace low, okay? I would hate to explain to my vendor why his daughter got an alcohol poisoning on her 18th birthday."

I grinned at him, showing my bright white teeth. "Don't worry, Vander. I'm an adult now. I know what I'm doing."

Of course, he was right to worry, and I didn't know what I was doing.

After some punks around my age found out it was my birthday, they offered me drink after drink. We danced and laughed and drank, and I had the best night of my life so far. 

The bar got emptier by each passing hour, and even some of my new "friends" were leaving until it was only me and one of them.

"That's a very pretty dress, you're wearing there", he lulled and gave one of the straps a small push so that it fell from my shoulder.

I giggled, not understanding the situation I was in. Without the intoxication, I would probably have slapped the shit out of that guy, but now? "It belonged to my mother," I slurred. "She was a whore."

That second, the noise of huge hands slamming on the wooden surface of the bar cut through the room.

"Silco!", Vander's mighty voice hollered over the music, and he also called out for me. "I still got work to do around here. But I think it's best if you take her home now. She's had enough."

"I can do that!", the punk instantly offered, but Vander shut him with a stern look.

"No, it's okay, I'll do it." Silco closed his notebook and waved me over. "Come on, let's go."

I wanted to protest. I wasn't that drunk, was I? Did I really need a babysitter?

But Vander's look didn't leave room for protest.

So I followed the slender black-haired man outside the bar. Cold air hit my bare arms, and I instantly shivered.

It had been so warm, when I had come earlier.

"Where is your jacket?", Silco asked, rolling his eyes.

"I don't know. I think one of the girls took it with her," I admitted.

Silco sighed theatrically and slipped out of his own jacket. "Here, take that. You don't want to spend the week after your birthday down with a cold, do you?"

I shook my head and shyly took the jacket.

It smelled of musk, smoke and a tad of old sweat, was heavy and the arms were way too long for me, but otherwise it fit like a glove.

Silco's eyes darkened, and despite the friendly smile on his lips, I felt kind of self-aware at that moment. "Now, that's better, isn't it?" he muttered while lighting a cigarette.

I nodded quickly, and we headed in the direction of my home. 

It would only be a walk of around 15 minutes. 

I had made these streets so much in my life, I would never have sensed fear before. Still, I was thankful for the company that night.

"What's your name again?", Silco asked after a few minutes. 

I told him, and he repeated it lowly. 

Despite the jacket, the hairs on my arms rose again.

Never had anyone spoken my name as beautifully as he just had. 

I know Silco from my father's store, had seen him ever since him and Vander had "The Last Drop". To my disappointment, I now realized that he had cut his hair slightly and only wore it in a low ponytail, not in his usual messy bun tonight. I tried to think about something to talk to a man who was about twice my age, but my drunk self couldn't come up with anything. We just walked besides each other while Silco had a second smoke, until we reached the street I lived in. "It isn't far anymore," I murmured, and was surprised about how husky my voice sounded in the cold of the night. 

"I know where Claus lives," Silco repeated. He was clearly avoiding looking at me, but I wasn't able to make sense of it back then. 

When we finally reached my house, I leaned against the door frame. "Ah, stupid thing!", I cursed when my keys didn't want to fit the hole and additionally fell to the ground.

Silco threw his cigarette down and ground the butt out. "Come, let me get that for you."

Before I could move, Silco reached down for the keys. 

While he rose, our glances shortly met, and his green eyes took my breath away for a second. 

I couldn't move as he pulled the key to the hole and pushed the door open for me.

He was so close I could smell him perspire, the same scent as his jacket had. As we locked eyes again, he didn't move either.

"So," I made, suddenly feeling sober and bold. "don't you want to take advantage of an intoxicated young girl like me too?"

As his eyes flicked towards my lips, I felt my knees turn weak for a second. "I'm way too old for you, kid. And you're drunk. Vander trusted me with your safety."

"And if it wasn't for Vander?" I placed my head against the door frame.

Silco's hand came above my head as he leaned closer. "I would still be too old for you."

"How old exactly are you? As long as you aren't... like my dad's age, I don't see the problem."

"I'm 30, kid. Trust me, you don't want that."

I raised an eyebrow. "Not as old as I assumed."

Silco's posture straightened, and he broke eye contact. "Charming," he huffed as he ran the hand that was just above me through his hair. "Now, good night, kid."

"Wait!"

He looked back down at me from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm not even getting a goodnight's kiss?"

Silco sighed and rolled his eyes. "You're a real nuisance, you know that?" He still leaned down, and his thin lips planted a small smack on top of my cheek. "Now, good night." He really turned and took some steps down the streets.

"Silco!", I called out again, and he again faced me.

Loose strands of black hair framed his remarkable face. 

"Your jacket!"

He smiled. "Keep it, kid. I still got one. You can return it once you've brought yourself a new one."

"I'll get one from my first salary. Dad said I can work in his store now for real."

"Do that," he mused and continued walking.

I couldn't keep my eyes off him, until he vanished behind a corner. Then I finally released the breath I've been holding unnoticed. My hand touched the cheek that just had been kissed, then I finally managed to step into my house.

[transient-winds]

Holy fuck, what a ride.

Spoilers for Wind Breaker Chapter 156 ahead.

Gosh. Where do I even begin?

First off, the "Umemiya is a selfish bastard" thing from Endo earlier on is rattling around my brain as even more ridiculous after the intro to this chapter (it was already absurd the first time he said it). Umemiya, for some reason, is taking responsibility...for not winning against Takiishi pre-Bofurin which led to their current situation?? Ume, hun, what. It's literally not your fault Takiishi is obsessed with you ong. He just wanted that soft cottagecore lifestyle for his hometown and love ones! No wonder the weight Umemiya carries on his shoulders gets unbelievable heavier if this is what and how he thinks.

Even after all the destruction and chaos brought to his beloved home and to the people he loves and who love him back, he still wants to get to know Takiishi. Umemiya, your ideologies and beliefs, let me pick your brain king.

The way Umemiya monologues about Takiishi is soft yet firm. Kind of like a scolding? Or a lecture. It's softer than what would be a common reaction to someone who's hurt their people and home. While Takiishi is still a mystery, Ume definitely knows that his fights against Takiishi mean a lot for him and especially this one. A "I'm humoring your wants rn but I'm doing this my way" if you will.

Special shoutout to table-kun who has joined chair-kun at the grounds of Furin! Thank you for your services. 🫡 (Still lowkey wondering how the others are doing and how they're reacting to the small glimpses they see of the fight from below)

These senpai want to be cool and reliable in front of their kohai. UmeHira, my beloveds.

ALSO THE RAIN! I don't know why but I got so excited when it started raining. The chapter title for today is "Overheat", so the rain could be symbolic of the overall fight coming to an end. A sign to cool down if you will. Come to think of it, what time do you think this chapter is currently at right now? Since it just started at midnight (and Takiishi's bday ig). It would be so fucking cool if by the end of this arc, there'll be a page with the first rays of morning light shining across Makochi and onto the rooftop. Oh, it would be so pretty and fitting narratively (& symbolically). Like the light has triumped over the shadows. I ALREADY HAVE AN IMAGE IN MY BRAIN FOR IT SKSK (this is setting me up for failure if there isn't a scene like this in the next chapters).

And I'm sobbing because the acknowledgement? The praise and confidence in Sakura's will? The foretelling? THE NEXT LEADER OF BOFURIN Y'ALL *wails and ugly sobs*

THE FLINCH. THE SHUDDER. TAKIISHI IS FEELING IT RN. I MEAN I WOULD TOO IF THAT GAZE WAS ON ME.

"Hey Takiishi, let's have along talk, yeah?"

Fucking 👏 phenomenal 👏 delivery 👏👏 (and page art, nii-sensei never misses)

I think this is it guys, I think Ume finally won against Takiishi.

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As always, Nii-sensei did such a wonderful job playing with my emotions this chapter and the lines hit so fucking well thanks to the translations of Jacqueline Fung (praise be to these two and the rest of the staff behind the official English release). Support the official release and all that over on KManga Kodansha (who should open the site up internationally, please). And thank you for reading my yapping 'til the end!

[kampfhundin]

Everyone brings up how fans turned Wessel's dream into a nightmare. But let's talk about

«(I wish it all away) Terrified to answer my own front door.»

GUYS, THIS IS FUCKED UP! 🚩🚩🚩

Okay, I can't find an adequate equivalent for my beloved "PIZDEC," so I'm just gonna say it. ПИЗДЕЦ!

What puts me in a special state of despair is to hear these lines.

This is not a shattered dream. This is a shattered privacy. And the latter is much, much worse.

A person should feel absolutely safe in his territory, at his house/apartment/etc. That includes opening the door, because, well, no one bad should come to your home uninvited. Shouldn't they?

But Vessel doesn't feel safe. He's afraid to open the door. He's just terrified.

Ding-dong! Maybe it's a visiting friend, a delivery guy, or even your own mom... Or an inadequate fan who found your address, who figured it out from photos taken surreptitiously by some shit!fan

Because when you're a famous person, you're already in a certain risks.

But when you're a famous person who hides your identity, and it's been revealed and spread on the internet, and you're also a booktok star.... That puts you at PIZDEC risk.

And it's just absolutely twisted and fucking horrible because you basically owe your entire income to the people who have turned your life into the life of a scared animal that's afraid to leave its den because it's being hunted.

Your life, not even some emotional part of it, or the stage, BUT LITERALLY ROUTINE DAILY STUFF, turns into weird joke, in which you can't even breathe deeply because an inadequate fan might be waiting for you on every corner. And you have to be prepared, but you can't be prepared for what the ST shit!fanbase does.

I have no idea where Vessel spends his money, but let's just imagine: he made money making his music, then bought himself a house and a car, some electronics, groceries for the fridge, etc. ...

Then he sits in his house and thinks about the fact that he bought it with the money of the people who caged his life. He drives the car he bought with the same money. He eats the groceries he paid for with the same money. He has a phone/piano that he bought with the same money...

It's absolutely murderously sad.

Get caught in an endless cycle of despair:

... ->you can't stop because you have contracts and image and all that -> besides, you also love music and your business -> you're giving gigs and making money, considering you're probably sick of doing it with the returns you're getting -> you're living on money that could probably be considered dirty (to yourself) in some way -> ...

And I think that applies to all 4 guys. That's... Yeah, just fucked up?

[baphometsss]

a few of my fav cute solas lines/gdl deliveries

"Come with me vhenan~"

I added the tilde because GDL delivered that line with what I feel is the perfect expression of the tilde

From the Crestwood scene:

L: "You're my...."

S: "...And that is the question, isn't it?"

So soft. So tender. So gentle and kind. Someone beat me to death with a hammer

Literally every single line of his in the Fade where he's getting excited about being there physically like a kid in a candyshop. Yes even when he gets offended that you assume he would go to that area of the Fade. It's honestly the cutest and most adorable he is to me he's so nerdy and passionate and homesick djeodje83jjdji

"I know vhenan, and we are running out of time..."

He's so heartbroken and endeared and in love and the way he talks to Lavellan in this scene is so much more wrecked than he is with a non romanced inquisitor

"Your interest is not my concern"

"Do not concern yourself with her vhenan. She is... apart from herself"

Prickly protective melodramatic Solas my beloved ♥️ Also this amuses me because he actually dignified it with an answer and it makes me wonder how he'd respond if the others asked him about it too. As far as I can remember he only has banter with Sera, Cole and Cass about it and he responds fairly differently each time . Was he getting teased about it by Dorian? Or getting shovel talk from Vivienne? Did Bull give him unsolicited sex tips? I need to know

Also if you have Bull, Sera and Solas in your party and you leave Bull for Sera, Bull says something like: 'no hard feelings, glad I loosened the lid for ya' and Sera laughs. If you laugh too Solas says 'I am decidedly uncomfortable' and it's honestly so adorable like okay grandpa let's get you to bed

He also seems to be a bit miffed by the concept of bondage which... when you consider his history freeing slaves kinda makes sense?? Idk maybe it's just me but the way he says 'as long as it tied you down first, one assumes' in the bull romance banter it seems like he's being a little judgey.

Also 'one assumes' I am kissing the screen every time he says that

Honourable mention for his stammering and trying to cover for accidentally revealing that he's been at court. Like yeah nice save Fen'harel how many millennia have you been doing this?? For shame

Overall 10/10 would recommend apostate hobo boyfriend

[hexedwinchester]

Supernatural S05E16 Dark Side of the Moon

Sooo... this going to be anti Dean ..

The 4th of July is honestly one of the cute memories ❤️

Sam thinking he doesn't deserve to be Heaven has to be one of the saddest things on this show... Oh Sam 😭😭😭

it's so hurtfully ironic that Sam prayed to God because he believed but Dean only prays as a last resort. And yet, Sam is Lucifer's vessel and Dean is Michael's

Sam to Dean: Apparently , you wuv hugs! 😂 We as Sam Girls don't discuss this delivery in detail. Have you seen Jared's face?? 😂😂

i hate that Dean-Mary memory. I hate that Sam is made to feel like an outsider or an orphan. There she is cutting the crusts off Dean's sandwich and poor Sam just standing there feeling alone and left out

Shut up, Dean! We know it's your memory. Stop rubbing it in. It's because of those hurtful things you say which is why Sam doesn't have a happy memory with you

Sam and Bones! Awww so cute! We should have had more Sam and dog moments! ❤️🤗

This Flagstaff memory of Sam, i always assumed he was too young in this but I don't think so.. maybe late teens?

Hey Dean, stop making Sam feel bad about wanting something for himself

Sam to Bones: Bonesy, stay. *Me: can I switch places with Bonesy?! I'll be Sam's obedient slave*

Sam's idea of heaven is somebody else's thanksgiving and bailing on his family. Yeah, Dean, did you think that maybe this "family" is the problem?

I know there have been theories that this road down the memory lane was rigged against Sam. And yes, I'm sure that Sam does have happy memories with Dean but you know what? I love it that not once does Sam deny that these other ones, they are not his happy memories. Because fuck dysfunctional families!

If it were up to Ash, he would have stopped the apocalypse after drinking two cans of beer

The whole Zachariah Mary Winchester intimacy felt so cringe and incestuous. Anyone else felt that?

interesting.. so God was dick even then

Sam's face when Joshua says Dean is losing faith in Sam 😭

Sam's black button down shirt, my beloved 😍

Fuck you, Dean for throwing away the Samulet

[impala124]

Bad Buddy Ep 7

My thoughts on Ep 1 | Ep 2 | Ep 3 | Ep 4 | Ep 5 | Ep 6

Me, at the end of this episode:

Happy to see that Pran had toned down his flirting, still thinking about him licking Pat's finger and probably would never stop thinking about it, and is back to his usual bantering with Pat.

Pat has a new car and a new boyfriend. You know what that means!! CAR MAKEOUT SESSIONS WITH BOYFRIEND!!!🤞

Pa is coming to university. Hopefully, we'll get to see more of her.

Me, when Pran's mom said that he can bring anyone home, boy or girl, as long as it isn't the boy next door:

Pran apparently has only two modes when it comes to flirting with Pat: snarky and horny. I'm sure Pat appreciates them equally.

Now, I've been a freshman and met many helpful seniors in college, but no one was holding my hand to escort me to a gathering on my first day. Anyway, Pa and Ink are interacting, guys!

Ok, Pa is sharing a dorm with Pat. I like the idea of it, but given that the (flirting) games are on, I don't want Pa to see anything she doesn't need to.

Pat's dad is again doing the most with his "Don't ruin my reputation." Sir, please. Just stop.

Pat looking at Pa's note from her peer mentor and saying that it's from a guy is funny because my boy is talking out of his ass here. Remember the time he looked at Pran's note and thought that a girl wrote it? Yeah, your track record isn't great when it comes to this sort of deduction, bestie.

Product placement interwoven into the plot—bring this back.

Pran's "I want you to do it for me" while asking Pat to change your printhead is just ASDGHGKYH.

Pat, expectedly, folded like a wet napkin. Pat is God's strongest soldier for resisting Pran's brand of flirting, is all I'm saying.

Ink, the badass that you are!! We got a head pat. Holding hands and head pats, I smell something in the air.

Not them holding hands in secret at the bus stop, which exists as proof of their coordination. Snack deliveries, my beloved!!!

I'm just here losing my mind visualizing Pat going to Pran's room with Nong Nao in hand for a sleepover. I wonder who even initiated the conversation, though. Was it Pat casually showing up at Pran's doorstep with Nong Nao in hand, or was it Pran inviting Pat for a sleepover and Pat showing up with Nong Nao in hand? I NEED TO KNOW. How dare they deprive me of this conversation??!!

Shirtless Pat makes an appearance again. The tickling!!!

PA ALMOST WALKED IN ON THEM. Remember when I said Pat rooming with Pa wasn't a good idea in practice? Yeah, this is what I was talking about. Not Pat saying that he's doing a side pack workout 😭😭😭.

Okay, Wai having a crush on Pa will be interesting for sure.

Ink is just not having it with Pat's extra attention!!

One thing I know for sure is that no one who bet against Pran has lived to tell the tale.

Pat, my lost puppy, is here to cheer up his cranky boyfriend. Even Pran can't resist that beautiful face!! The chemistry is electrifying.

Wai is such a manipulative asshole for forcing this responsibility on Pran. He brought back the guitar because he knew that he could coerce Pran into agreeing to his plan.

All the playfulness has left Pat; my boy is feeling dejected now, and Pran is at a loss of words as to how to explain his side of the situation. I'm hurting for my boys.

The rooftop rendezvous!!! They know each other a bit too well. Pran, with his "We'll never reveal our feeling if nothing forces us to do so," is just exposing himself. Speak for yourself, bestie; Pat isn't like you.

Pat coming to Pran's rescue again, when Pran seems to have lost all hope.

Yes, cheer for your man, Pran. Pat's "If my victory puts my boyfriend in trouble, I'd rather lose" got me giggling and kicking my feet like a teenager.

Oh man, the romance is romancing for sure!! Pran fed Pat the curry, the one he wanted to feed to the person he likes!!! So, they both won❤️.

Sparing a thought for Pa's bladder, though. But in the grand scheme of things, what's a pesky little UTI in front of 'soulmates' declaring their love for each other? I think Pa would be happy with the trade-off.

As I said before, Pa is a child of (PatPran's) divorce—

She had to put up with Pat wreaking havoc with his drums in the house during their breakup era.

She moved in with Pat and almost walked in on them during their 'we're trying to get back together' era.

She (her bladder) is being neglected during their makeup era.

There is something to be said about Pat's very public declarations of love (the cute dimples slide in front of the whole class, using the audition for the play to flirt with his boyfriend and him agreeing to play the lead) for Pran done in a concealed manner.

Tagging the usual suspects: @shortpplfedup, @incandescentflower, @starryalpacasstuff, @7nessasaryevils, @greenteadumplings, @grapejuicegay, @madworld-bbs, @usodeshou, @tao-moonb, @fanatic-freakshow . If anyone wishes to be tagged in the future, let me know.

[wjhik]

Hiii!! How are you? Can I ask for a jude request where both the reader and him go on Ridiculousness and it’s just all fluff and jokes, thanks anyway

Cuddles (Jude Bellingham)

Soft moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. The walls were adorned with pictures of cherished memories, and the bed is a cozy haven of warmth and comfort. I was scrolling through movie options to watch. I worked my ass off all morning to get all my uni work done, so I could enjoy my weekend, not needing to stress about having to get anything done. As I picked an M&M out of the package I heard the door open. I perked up and listened. I heard keys being dropped on the table and bags being put down. I heard footsteps moving towards the bedroom, where I was. The door swung open to reveal my beloved boyfriend.

“Hey, baby.” Jude says with a sigh. “Hi.” I smile at him. He rushed into the bathroom to settle himself.

Jude came out in a t-shirt and his boxers. “Hey.” He says, settling himself in bed, next to me. He laid his head on my chest and wrapped his arms around my waist. “How was your day?” I asked him. He always got clingy after a hard day. “It wasn’t bad. But I got cold, and wet.” The rainy season was hard for Jude. All he wanted to do was cuddle in bed with a warm cup of hot chocolate. “Yeah? I’m sorry, baby.” I comfort him, running my hands through his hair. I moved my hand to grab his under the blanket. Once contact was made, he immediately pulled away. “God, woman. Your hands are so cold. What the fuck?” He exclaims. “Why do you have to freeze my ass every night?” He whines. I don’t understand why he thinks it’s so cold. It’s really not. I only keep the thermostat at 16C. (that is really cold for me, but that’s what i keep my room at so wtv)

I playfully grabbed his face, enveloping him in my coldness. “AY! GET AWAY!!” He yells out. “You’re such a drama queen.” I giggled. “I’m not. You’re fucking insane.” He says, referencing my temperature preferences. I simply rolled my eyes at him.

“What are we doing tonight, girlfriend?” He says, poking my side. “You tell me, boyfriend.” I  replied, my eyes stuck to the T.V., struggling to find something interesting. “Well, I thought we could have some fun.” He whispered. “Stop being a horny teenager. Let’s watch Charlie And The Chocolate Factory.” I dismissed him. “You’re genuinely such a child.” He said.

“I never want to leave this bed.” I said, seemingly out of nowhere. Jude makes me feel so comfortable and safe. Nights like those were my favorite, because it was just me and him. No cameras. No media. No interviews. No judgment. Just a man and his girl. It was perfect.

“I second that. It's like a fort of coziness.” Jude replied. He held me in his chest tighter, and kissed the top of my head. He put his finger under my chin and made me look at him. I looked in his eyes, but instantly got nervous. I looked down, blushing to myself. He lets out a breathy laugh. He lifted my face once again, and kissed me. I felt all the butterflies that have ever been in my stomach all at once. 

I pulled away and kissed his nose. I propped myself up on one elbow, gazing up at Jude with a mischievous glint in my eye. “What’s going on in that brain of yours, huh?” Jude asks, seeing past my eyes. “You know, we could stay here forever. Build a tiny world of blankets and pillows, and never face the world outside.” I say, holding him tight. Jude flashes me a heartwarming smile that I will never get tired of. “I'm all for it. We'll need to hire a breakfast delivery service, though. Can't survive on cuddles alone.” Jude jokes. I rolled my eyes and asked, “Why do you have the humor of an 86-year-old grandpa that gets called ‘pop-pop’ by his grandkids?” I ask him. He gasps loudly and places his hand on his chest. “For your information, girls would die for this humor.” He huffs. “I am girls.” 

We shared a laugh, our fingers playing an intricate game of interlocking puzzles. My hand found its way to Jude's cheek, and I stroked it gently. “I love you so much. You don’t even get it.” I say. Jude quickly reciprocated by kissing me. He pulled away with a dramatic smooch to my head. “You do realize we've been in bed for hours, right?” I observed. “Hours? More like days, I think. Time ceases to exist in our cuddle kingdom.” Jude said. This guy is such a dork. “Please, stop. I think I’m going to be sick.” I said. “You love me.” Jude said, rolling his eyes. “You know I do.” 

We laid there in silence, savoring the tranquility of the night, enveloped in a cocoon of love and comfort. I lifted my head to plant a soft kiss on Jude's lips, and he responded with a gentle caress, our affection speaking volumes without the need for words. “I’m so sleepy.” I said, yawning into Jude’s chest. “I know, sweetie.” Jude twisted at an awkward angle to reach for the T.V. remote on his side table. He grabbed it and turned off the T.V., as well as flicking off his side lamp. He reached above me and turned mine off as well. He shimmied down slowly, trying not to disturb me. “Sleep, my love.” He whispered quietly, kissing my head.

“I love you, you know.” I say, dreamily as I doze off into a deep sleep. “I love you more.” Jude whispers, knowing I can’t hear him. Our embrace tightened, as if trying to fuse our souls together, seeking solace and strength in each other's arms. The world outside may be calling, but for now, in the safety of our love, time stands still, and the only reality that matters is the one we've created in the quiet sanctuary of our shared warmth.

Dm for Requests

Wattpad: Funkyfishfeet

[seaofreverie]

Sparkstember Day 18: Balls (Bullet Train)

Sometimes (oftentimes) it's true that all you need are Balls. I personally absolutely love Balls. I'm a big fan! Ekhem. Today I'm using the help of (I mean, copying most of the passages from it) my earlier Balls rant that I have written down after my first listen of it back in January. I really love this album and I don't want to completely skip over saying a couple words on it at least but I really don't think I have the headspace to write anything very good for it today. I'll still try though!

So yeah, Balls. It's a great album, fun and chill (in my sense of what I call and consider chill anyway), consistent, as Sparks albums tend to be, and as I suspected / hoped it does fit this specific vibe of driving around at night somewhere city-like and illuminated. Or being on a train deep at night and looking at the world zooming by (if you'd even see much of it on a train at night anyway.....). And I do think that it's not so dissimilar to Gratsax (I'd say now that it's definitely darker and moodier than its predecessor...). So it's interesting to think about how it's considered to be one of the "weak" ones (by music reviewers at least) while Gratsax is so beloved in comparision.

I will admit, I don't really know what the big problem with this album could be. As I said, it's fun, it has the melodies, it has the energy, it has the theatricality (I like seeing how more and more orchestral instruments such as strings are being incorporated into the music, in a way the jump into Lil' Beethoven two years later doesn't come of as THAT much of a shock because of this. The evolution of sound here is fascinating!) I really like the intense beats, just as much as the more laid-back and moodier pieces. And there's lots of gold to be found in the lyrics department as always.

One more thing I wanna say is that at some point I wondered if this music sounds older than it is. Maybe it does? But then I remembered that this was 2000 and honestly when I think about it, there just IS something about this album that fits so well with the Y2K image and vibe and all. Sparks 2000 and all that.

Favourite songs (and other highlights):

Balls: I mean. It's Balls.

Scheherazade: absolutely LOVE this one and I had the strangest impression of it sounding very familiar when I first heard it. Months later I found out that it was just briefly featured in TSB so I think that explains it (I will talk more about my TSB viewings on TSB day. EVERYTHING has to be explained in excruciating detail, lmao)

The Calm Before The Storm: bugsonas 4ever. Song itself is amazing too

How To Get Your Ass Kicked: how can a song about getting your ass kicked be so pleasant and relaxing, it always keeps cracking me up, how perfect that is actually

Bullet Train: I love it how introducing the topic of the song with a "It's the [topic of the song]" is a reoccurring theme on this album. Thank you Sparks for this ode to technology and art (these lyrics always have me giggling). And also it just goes hard as heck

It's Educational: a perfect fusion of / sequel to I Thought I Told You To Wait In The Car and Progress (it's mostly the vocal delivery that reminds me of the latter)

The Angels: such an odd one here but I still like it a lot, I apparently said that it sounds "surprisingly mainstream for Sparks but somehow in a positive way". It's very sweet and I absolutely love how Russell sings here, it's so different from what we're used to but that only makes it hit you even more in the feels, lol. And I actually prefer the alternative version of this song that's featured as a bonus track, and I do think that's in big part because you can hear Russell better on it (or that was my first impression of it at least and it kind of stuck)

[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

Title: On A Beach Somewhere

To: @alicetallula

Pairing: Benny Lafitte/Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Sam Winchester

Rated: Teen and Up

For Artsy Streamer Gift Exchange (on Ao3/Discord)

Ao3 Link

“But on a beach somewhere, you know? Can you imagine? You, me, Cas, toes in the sand, couple of them little umbrella drinks. Matching Hawaiian shirts, obviously,” Dean recommended.

——

Dean’s heart races with excitement as he pulls into probably the most expensive hotel they’ve ever been in—a hotel with its own beachfront property.

“Oh, yeah,” Dean says, grinning like a cat who got the cream.

Sam and Gabriel pull up beside them, park, and peer at them through the windows.

“All right, gentlemen, let’s unload. I’ll get the room keys,” Dean advised as he walks towards the hotel.

Benny chuckles from the backseat and Cas watches Dean while exiting from the passenger side.

Two doors slam, and Sam and Gabriel get out of their car and stand, waiting.

A few minutes later, Dean rejoins them, flapping two sets of room keys at them. He hands Sam and Gabe theirs—“at the end of the row near the stairwell”—and Cas and Benny theirs, “which is near the elevators. Made sure to get three keys for ours.” They grab their luggage and bags, then head to their rooms.

Benny closes the trunk, finally grabbing his room key from Dean. “Thanks, Cher.”

“Very thoughtful, Dean,” Castiel compliments as he grabs his too.

About twenty minutes later, everyone makes it with their things into their assigned rooms. Sam and Dean text back and forth deciding what to do.

“Ok, we are ordering pizza delivery, and Sam and Gabe are gonna join us here to eat,” advises Dean, sitting at the kitchenette table, having missed Castiel and Benny making out in the bedroom.

“Oh, well,” Dean hastily texts Sam asking if they can delay an hour. Sam readily agrees.

Dean returns to the bedroom, correcting himself, “Make that in an hour.”

The two separate and look at Dean, both their eyes are dilated. Castiel’s cheeks are rosy, and both their lips are swollen from kissing.

“Don’t stop on my account, gentlemen. I am all for a show.” Dean palms his growing erection under his jeans.

“If you’re wanting a show, Beloved,” states Castiel. He pulls Benny back to his lips by his grip on the vampire’s neck. Benny quickly pushes Castiel’s jackets off his arms, and then Castiel, in turn, unbuttons Benny’s light-blue shirt, pushing it off the man’s shoulders. Benny may seem thick but he was all muscle, not overly so. His torso is nicely defined while his abdomen is relatively flat with a bit of pudge that Castiel secretly loves on the vampire. Castiel runs his fingertips down the middle of Benny’s chest and abdomen, then runs his fingertips along his waistband.

Dean begins to strip—taking off both shirts at once—and toes his shoes and socks off. He pulls his belt through the loops, enjoying the show his partners are putting on.

Benny begins unbuttoning Castiel’s shirt and the angel helps, removing it and throwing it on the floor.

Benny chuckles at his haste. “What’s wrong, Angel, impatient?”

Castiel huffs at him, rolling his eyes before smirking.

Dean has always enjoyed Castiel’s body—broad shoulders, well-built with muscled arms and matching pecs. Castiel’s abdomen hints at the muscles underneath that are revealed when he is much more active, especially with those thighs.

Dean whines at the thought, dragging the vampire and angel’s attention back to him.

“Oh, Dean. You’re welcome to join.” Benny pats next to him.

Dean grins and wiggles his eyebrows as he walks over to the king-size bed.

🍍🦀🧽⭐️🦑 ONE HOUR LATER…🍕🍕🍕🍕🍕

Dean lay on the bed on his stomach, typing on his cell. “Order is in. Should be here in less than an hour.”

He texts Sam, relaying the information, and offers for them to join them once the pizza arrives. Sam agrees, leaving everyone in their own room.

Sam sighs, heavily, puts his phone on the nightstand, and flops back on the bed.

“Now, where was I?” Gabriel asks, teasingly.

Sam looks into Gabe’s golden eye with a smile. “Oh, I think I know.” He motions for Gabe to come up to him.

Over the blanket, Gabriel slowly crawls up his human’s tall, lithe form planting kisses along revealed skint.

🍕🍕🍕💋💋💋👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 FIFTY-TWO MINUTES LATER…

Sam groans and slams his hand down on the nightstand a few times, searching for his phone. He wraps his fingers around it and unlocks the screen. “Pizza is here.”

“Mmmkay,” says Gabe from the bathroom.

Dean grabs plates and opens the three pizza boxes up revealing the meat lover’s, pure veggie, and pepperoni. Dean grabs a few slices of the meat lover’s and sits on the bed, flipping channels, finding something to watch. Castiel and Benny are cleaning up and making sure Benny gets fed… in the shower.

“Ha ha! Die Hard. Yes!” Dean punches the air and grabs a slice, taking a large bite.

Castiel and Benny join a few minutes later, dressed, and Castiel grabs a slice of each pizza while Benny gets everyone beers from the fridge.

“Thanks, man,” Dean thanks and plants a peck on the vampire’s cheek before he sits down.

Sam munches on his veggie pizza as Gabriel changes his slices into dessert pizzas.

“Gabe,” warns Sam.

Gabriel grunts and snaps, changing them back. He pouts and picks up the pepperoni slice then bites. He hums in surprise at how tasty it is.

Dean sloppily bites into his pieces, absorbed in the movie. Sam watches Dean watching the TV with a small smile. Gabriel sits between Sam’s legs trying to understand the entertainment value of the violent movie. Benny is cuddled up to Castiel’s side as Castiel’s thigh steadily touches Dean’s, despite Dean leaning forward in his enthrallment.

“Look, look, look.” Dean points at the screen as his favorite quote is about to be said.

Dean says in unison with John McClane, “Yippee-Ki-Yay, Motherfucker.” He laughs, then takes a swig of his beer.

Gabriel and Sam exchange a smile and look, then return to watching the TV.

——

As the credits rolled, Sam closes the veggie pizza and picks it up. “I’ll take this with me.”

“Good idea,” agrees Castiel.

Sam nods and heads out the room door, followed by Gabriel who winks before closing the door.

Dean stretches and yawns.

Benny wraps his arms around Dean’s waist and nuzzles into the back of his neck with a hum.

“Dude, beach, sun, ocean.”

Benny grins into Dean’s skin and kisses him. “Ok, Cher.”

Dean turns around in Benny’s arms, taking his face into his hands before pressing his lips against Benny’s. The vampire tilts his head and deepens the kiss with an appreciative hum before pulling away. “Love you, Dean.”

“Love you too, man.”

☀️🕶️🧴🌊 THE NEXT MORNING…

After breakfast and two cups of coffee for Dean, the five head to the nearby beach. Dean had bought everyone matching Hawaiian shirts and themed swim trunks before the trip. Somehow, he got everyone’s sizing correct. He loves it and demands a group selfie in front of Baby with everyone before they step on the sand with their cooler of goodies.

As Benny, Cas, and Dean lay out on their towels, they discover there is a cute little food hut a few hundred feet away, and when lunch rolls around, Sam and Gabe take everyone’s orders. It takes about half an hour before they return with the food and drinks. The seafood meals are delicious and hit the spot.

The tide comes in, so Dean finally gets into the water as he body surfs the waves. Benny and Castiel start splashing each other and when they get tired of it, they gang up on Dean who nearly drowns from being bombarded with ocean water before he can escape on land. Sam busts out laughing at their antics and makes sure Gabriel sees,

Gabe thinks it is so funny, that he thinks of joining them. Sam declines, “Oh no. I’d like to breathe air for a little bit longer than drown by splashing, Honey.”

Gabriel purses his lips, furrows his brows, and crosses his arms. Sam grins and shakes his head. “No,” he states firmly.

“Fi-i-ine,” breathes the Archangel. He gets up and goes to join the vampire and his little brother in the water as Dean goes to lay on his towel in the sun to dry off. Sam hands him an ice-cold water bottle from their cooler.

“Thanks.”

“‘Course.”

The Winchester brothers watch their partners play in the ocean.

“This is the best, Sammy.”

“It was a great idea, Dean.”

“Just needs some drinks with little umbrellas and we’re set,” contemplates Dean.

Sam smirks. “I’ll be right back.”

Dean lays back and waits in the shade of their beach umbrella.

A few minutes later, Sam returns with a mai tai and a piña colada, both with little luau-themed umbrellas just inside the large plastic cups. “Which one?” He asks Dean.

Dean sits up, eyes wide, and takes a moment to decide. He grabs the mai tai and sips on it, humming his approval.

Sam smiles and sits back down next to his brother on his own towel. “This is the best, Jerk.”

Dean grins. “Yep. Yes, it is, Bitch.”

They both chuckle and sip their drinks.

[hey-hey-j]

here we go! Today's movie is Trolls number one, baby!

friends, I have been defending this movie since 2016. I know 2024 has been the year of the great Trolls hyperfixation but I've been a fan of this universe from the beginning. I've always thought this first movie was fun, heartfelt, and so much better than every online critic gave it credit for. I mean, sure, is it a great movie the likes we know DreamWorks is capable of? Probably not. But is it good?? Fuck yeah it is! It's funny. It's cute. The characters are memorable and there are some genuine bops on the soundtrack. Sure it isn't without its flaws—a number of annoying jokes and childrens' movie cliches, the infamous "because singing killed my grandma!" line delivery, Creek—but at the end of the day, do we need this movie to be anything more than what it is? It's a movie that wears its heart on its sleeve and I'm sorry the youtube animation reviewers can't stand that.

or maybe I'm just biased because this is the movie that gave us CHEF!!! MY BELOVED CHEF!!!!! My favourite Trolls villain hands DOWN GOD she is an underrated ICON and I LOVE HER!!!!!!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

[birdmitosis]

alright kit one voice of the paranoid pretty please with cherry on top 🥺

[ask game here]

(Thank you for re-sending this ask, IDK why Tumblr hated my last attempt so much-- 🥺💕)

HELL YEAH MY #1 BLORBINA!!!!!

First impression

Haha, okay, that vocal delivery is great and I love that paranoia of the "what if He hears us?" followed by "shit!" Paranoid characters can be really hit-or-miss, though, and this particular shtick could get old really fast; I hope it doesn't.

Impression now

My favorite darling who I love and adore, my most beloved of current blorbos, the reason my STP hyperfixation is so so strong, bird of my heart 💖

Favorite moment

This is such a hard call! I'm especially torn between two moments: Of course the initial "Heart. Lungs. Liver. Nerves." is amazing and holds a special place in my heart because it's the moment I knew I absolutely adored her. But also, despite loving absolutely everything about both the Wraith and the Moment of Clarity and the transitions into both of them… "Oh right, yeah, fuck this guy. Don't trust Him." all by itself makes me love freeing the Nightmare in her Chapter II just as much. (Not that there aren't other great lines in that path, like the delivery of "I thought you needed me to run the autonomic nervous system?" which is just hysterical to me! But that line… It just won me over even more.)

As an honorable mention, let me pour one out for the cut Paranoid moment in Apotheosis:

I carry this moment, and Paranoid's thoughts about listening to others' lies having value, in my heart forever. It's just such an interesting touch and I'm incredibly sad it's gone!

Idea for a story

I have so many unbaked, half-formed idea snippets and NO details to go with them:

Paranoid running into trouble when her overpreening habits leave her without the ability to fly in a key situation, when she'd been able to (with increasing difficulty) up to that point since getting out of the Construct.

The world outside the Construct being some post- or mid-apocalypse survival horror situation and somehow Paranoid's body winds up warping in ways that remind her unpleasantly of Nightmare, primarily a bunch of eyes beginning to open up all over her body, especially her wings.

Either post-Construct or a mundane AU, bird-people or human or just human-looking, where Paranoid figures out she's trans (and slowly gains in confidence) due to drag.

Something that explores the idea of the beta voices actually turning into some of the current voices (Doubting becoming Skeptic, Flinching becoming Cheated, Meek becoming Paranoid, and Obsessed becoming either Stubborn or both Hunted and Stubborn -- and Smitten splitting off from the beta's Hero too actually!). I actually do really like the idea of the beta voices being their own individual people out there somewhere, but Paranoid reverting to Meek for a while under some circumstance could be fun to play with! And only Hero, Broken, Cold, and Contrarian would even possibly remember Meek…

Unpopular opinion

Paranoid really is not helpless and I think some people forget that sometimes! She's also got wonky morals. I'd argue that the voices you can get in other voices' Chapter IIIs often says something about them; while getting Paranoid in Apotheosis is more her going "That's Enough" and getting Skeptic in both Eye of the Needle and Den is kind of the same, the way Cold and Opportunist both show up in Wraith-from-Nightmare feels more… simpatico with how Paranoid operates? Paranoid can be fucking ruthless and also seize any opportunity she spots, especially if she doesn't trust a person (and the only people she trusts are the Long Quiet and the other voices).

She is also totally willing to abandon or murder a woman and the only one she seems to feel at all bad about at any point to any degree is the Wounded Wild. She's also also super dedicated to coming out unharmed and surviving, but she will do things like advise slitting our own throat when she thinks it's a good idea, and she is prone to panic but also remarkably self-aware about it and knows her own paranoid tendencies aren't always good, and both of those things can be easy to forget but I love them!

Finally, I want to note that people sometimes seem to forget that she doesn't actually get along as badly with Opportunist as you'd think she might! Maybe it's because when you get Opportunist in Wraith, it's specifically via doing exactly what Paranoid is advising (or would advise) you to do in that situation. Cheated and even Hero are more snippy with and disparaging of Opportunist -- even Smitten is to some degree -- and Paranoid is more snippy with Hero and Broken, and Skeptic is the one who seems most disparaging of her. The dynamics being different from what you might think fascinates me, really, and I'm curious about how both new and old dynamics might end up looking in the Pristine Cut.

Favorite relationship

I MEAN…

Much like last time, romantically speaking I love her dynamic with Cold. But platonically, I'm fascinated by her dynamics with Broken, Opportunist, and the Narrator, love her dynamic with Hero, and would be interested to see more (or any) of her dynamic with Hunted, Skeptic, and/or Smitten in the Pristine Cut.

Among the vessels, I also think she'd have interesting dynamics with Damsel, Prisoner, Spectre, Stranger, and Thorn, and would actually love to see more of her dynamic with Nightmare, Wild, and Wraith. (Looking forward to those new Chapter IIIs, too, and I'm very curious about the expanded Apotheosis chapter!)

Favorite headcanon

Well, hands down my favorite headcanon is transfem Paranoid!

But I am also super attached to her having major difficulties with getting her own body: She overpreens to the point of not being able to fly, she has all sorts of trouble sleeping (nightmares, night terrors, insomnia, even sleepwalking), and worst of all she has a harder time trusting the others to the same extent that she used to, at least at first. They're still parsing as us but they're also parsing as other and it fucks with her a bit. She also can panic due to not being able to protect the others or sense the pain/injury/illness/etc. of the others the way she'd have been able to if they still shared a body...

Like, overall she does like having her own body, it's quieter and she has more control over herself, but there's a lot that's difficult about it for her too.

[bucketofbugz]

new TPOT episode!!! y'know what that means!!!!

LIVE BUGZ REACTION

under the cut of course. for spoilers.

(okay to be completely honest I'm not typing this as I'm watching the episode because. tumble down. but these are the screenshots I took while watching and my actual reactions to the scenes so it's the closest you can get to a live reaction without it actually being a live reaction)

bro is NOT happy right now. once again, so happy with added depth to Pen's character, especially since it's expanding on his initial reaction to being by himself in BFB 1.

joy and whimsy in the world

pain and torment in the world

already loving the humor in this episode idk what it is but I am digging it

also BOTTLE HOSTING??? inch resting. Was kinda excited to see the return of Donut hosting but I love Bottle so it's okay.

creatures

Bottle doesn't usually get to talk this much. Realizing I actually really love her voice. Or at least the way her lines are delivered. silly

THANK GOD PENCIL AND GOLF BALL ARE SAFE okay they're the only two I cared about the others can all die /j

"oh well! this team was kind of a trainwreck anyway" you were like half the cause for that

NO MORE LIMBS FOR YELLOWFACE!!!! hopefully Donut can get those arms back

his elimination was kinda horrifying though lol

Two..... buddy......

ONE IN THE WHITEBOARD HI ONE!!!! HIIII!!!!

Bottle is such a mess of a host but I genuinely kinda love it. can we keep this

Pen's trying so hard to revive his friendship with Snowball this is painful

SO THE FOURSE IS AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT ENTITY???? okay

Bottle. You put PRICE TAG in an EATING CHALLENGE??? girlie they have eno mouth

why is the dialogue this episode so good I'm giggling so hard right now

new favorite character

"we can hear you!" "duh, I wasn't whispering" HAVE I MENTIONED HOW MUCH I LIKE THE DIALOGUE THIS EPISODE

idk if it's just how much I hyper-analyze line delivery (because of Voice Acting) but like. the way the voice actors are delivering some of these lines is. I love it. it's so wonderful.

Tree you constantly losing that token is not helping with all the people that kept saying you didn't deserve it

ONE!!!! HI ONE!!!! HIII!!!!

:C

Tree not prioritizing TV because he's. technically not LIVING. is. wow. I don't think I like that.

in-character for Tree that's definitely something he'd think but AUGHGHHSH it's only proving all the things the Mechanical Minds have been talking about. y'know how they say they don't feel appreciated by the non-mechanical objects.

"surrounded by cheaters"

okay well. Winner can canonically taste stuff they absorb, so I feel like that should still count as Eating? and I don't think what Black Hole is doing counts as cheating either. it's mostly Bottle's fault for putting him in the eating contest

Price Tag selling things is definitely cheating but also they don't have a mouth. they kinda gotta do whatever they can here

girlie NO that's gonna get SO STICKYYYY

Black Hole just wanting to support Liy </333333 god I wish people on this show understood how much he cares about everyone.

would probably help if he stopped accidentally killing people though.

the girls are fightinnggggg

When Fanny says she hates someone it's no big deal. she hates EVERYONE. nobody cares.

But BOOK? Someone who's spent her entire time in the game sitting back and letting people walk all over her? Someone who had ONE big conflict with someone that only ended up making that problem of hers WORSE? And especially someone who Pencil once saw as a FRIEND?? oh yeah that's gotta hurt.

hehe I love evil numbers

oh my god I'm only halfway through the epsiode

SIX!!!! SIX!!!! HIIII! oh my god six. six my beloved. six you are okay

FIANLY AN EXPLANATION TO THEM SEEING SIX IN ONE OF THE DOORS

me when

WHY WOULD YOU MAKE THEM EAT BUGS. LIVING. LIVING BUGS. you couldn't have at least killed them first????

loving the MUSIC HELLO???

what the heck is happening with Tree. bestie you good?

I <33 love <33 evil <33 numbers <33

One is literally that "are you tired of being nice" meme right now and I'm living for it.

YESSS YOU GO DONUT

HELLO?????????

again. loving the voice acting <33

One finally showing off how absolutely Awful she is. living for it. slay.

..

:C

sniff sniff,,,

WHAT IS IT WITH THE LIMB REMOVAL TODAY???

..Pencil mentioning Needle when talking about the people she cares about being gone/unavailable,,, I see you.

ough,,,,

BOING

also "busy with school" are children canon in bfdi

"okay, we haven't had any yet, but don't let this be our first" have I mentioned the writing of this episode yet. have I. I don't think I have. I love the writing of this episode

ooo

"Freesmart means nothing to me" OUGH,, OUCH,, OWIE,,,,,,,

"can I have them"

Golf Ball. what.

WHY DO YOU WANT THEM???

PAIN AND WHIMSY IN THE WORLD

I hope Pencil was listening. genuinely.

btw Pencil if you choose anyone to be friends with :3333 Golf Ball's right there :333333 please I need this

NOOOO TEAM 2 :((((( I love everyone on Team Two you can't do this to me,,,,

[wheeboo]

lunch | lee seokmin

SYNOPSIS. in which seokmin surprises you with lunch. PAIRING. lee seokmin x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. mentions of food WORD COUNT. 1.01k

booseoksoon ‘second wind’ track 01: fighting!  track 02: now playing ‘lunch’ track 03: 7pm

“Yeah, I’ll have the revision done by the end of the day,” You tell your team leader, who hums slightly impatiently in acknowledgement before walking away, leaving you to sigh heavily at your cubicle. You were nearly halfway into your shift and don't know how the hell you will make it by the end. Work has swamped you up entirely; if it was possible to leave, you would have done so by now.

You had been scheduled to work for the past four days without any sort of break, and you try to make your exhaustion obvious as if it was going to help you be let out early. Yeah, at this point you're just making a fool of yourself by doing so.

Fortunately, your lunch break starts in ten minutes.

Another low, irritated groan leaves your lips as you pick your head back up, scooting your chair in and stretching your limbs. Maybe you should make the next ten minutes worth of your time.

However just as you were about to type, your phone vibrates on the desk. You quickly switch your attention to it, eyes lighting up to a few message notifications sent from your beloved boyfriend.

[seok 🌞] good afternoon sunshine ! how has your day been going? your lunch break is soon right?

[y/n 🤍] i’ve been cooped up all day in this stupid cubicle. and my break is soon! why?

[seok 🌞] just wondering 😊 gotta make sure my baby is eating. i’m sorry you’ve been stressed lately. anything i can do to make you feel better?

[y/n 🤍] it’s okay seok, i just miss your face that’s all

[seok 🌞] i miss your pretty face too love. but don’t worry, you'll get to see me soon 😍

You cheekily shake your head to his messages, sending a quick i’ll see you soon i love you before switching your attention back to your computer. Somehow you manage to get some work done before picking your gaze up to notice your other co-workers making their way down to the lunch area. You quickly press save to your work and dismiss yourself away from the contraints of your cubicle, finally eager to satisfy your stomach.

Heading down to the first floor, you linger in the lunch line impatiently, practically salivating and a jump to your feet to the thought of restoring your energy with food.

That is, until a tap at your shoulder from behind startles you.

“Y/N, isn’t that your boyfriend over there?” Your fellow co-worker asks you.

“Huh?” You turn around rapidly, before finally letting your eyes fall to the entrance of the building.

Seokmin is standing in the middle of the large entryway, sunlight pouring in from the windows and making his sun-kissed skin glow like the literal sun. He had a bag in his hand and the other a small bouquet of flowers. The sight slithers a flush of pink down your cheeks as you let yourself out of the line and slowly make your way towards him, mouth dropped down to the floor.

“Seok, what are you doing here?” You ask him.

He gentlemanly offers you the bouquet of flowers, bowing his head down as if he were a knight. “A special lunch delivery service to the royal majesty?”

You didn’t know if you should feel endeared or embarrassed since your own co-workers were watching you. Maybe it was a mixture of both, moreso on the endeared part, of course. And yet people still say that chivalry is dead when your own boyfriend is living proof.

Taking in the bouquet in your hands, you give it a quick whiff. “These smell lovely, Seok.” Your eyes gaze down to the bag in his hands. “And you brought me lunch?”

“Yep! From your go-to lunch place across the street, and a little cake from a new bakery that just opened when I left the company earlier,” He holds the bag up in the air. “I know you’ve been so caught up in work lately so I wanted to spend some time with you and help you de-stress.”

“Seeing you here already makes me feel less stressed,” You sigh, reaching over to grab his hand into yours and squeezing thankfully. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you.” Seokmin presses a kiss to your forehead, smiling down at you fondly. The crinkle in his eyes makes your heart leap. “Now, come on, let’s eat together.”

He drags you to the first table he sees in the lunch area, picking the one in the corner and closest to the window to admire the lively city outside. At the corner of your eyes you notice some of your co-workers peering in your direction, not sure if they were whispering about you or not. But you didn’t care, and neither did Seokmin. Quality time was something the two of you shared between each other; nothing could get in the way of those moments.

The two of you cherish the limited time of your break together, catching up together as if you have been separated for ages despite living together. It reminded you of the early days of your relationship with Seokmin where you were just beginning to learn about each other, and slowly but surely, falling in love. It felt cheesy. But it felt wonderful.

As your break came to an end, you walk with Seokmin back to the main entrance of the building.

“Thank you for spending lunch with me, Seok,” You say, lightly rubbing some dust off his shoulders.

“Of course, sunshine,” He leans in and plants a brief kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

You give him a nod of your head and watch as he crosses the rotating doors and into the outside world. He pauses for a moment, before turning around and offering a wave of both of his hands.

Chuckling to his antics, you give him a wave back, feeling nothing but a giddy skip in your step as you head back to your work station.