#sorry about how long this took! been super busy with work and school lately :(

[nineteen-rats]

im not sure if you're still in an art slump but your art is just so amazing I would just love to see a ttag Halt

Remember to drink water!

sometimes you just gotta stop and look main-characterly off into the sunset

[z0mbiekisses]

Another request QUEEN!! I loved loved loved the Josh fic it was amazing and has me coming back for more! First of all though, how are you? I realised we haven't talked much before lol. Anyways, my amazing spectacular request!!

RAB Tyler who is best friends/hiding his feelings with the reader. She's someone who works super hard, gets good grades and almost drives herself insane with all the extra curriculars she does yet still doesn't feel good enough. After having a stressful day she stops by his house feeling worthless and he comforts her, refusing to let her believe she's not amazing.

Thanks bestie!

AHHH THANK YOU BFF!!!🤗🤗 thank you so much for requesting more, you’re always welcomed i LOVE your ideas . i did kind of write this in a highschool setting 😣😣.

i’m okayy, very tiredd BUT we’ll push on through (hehe)💪 TYSM FOR ASKING, how are you??😁 it’s always nice to hear from you 🫶

thank you guys so much for ur recent support!! it means smmm, sorry this took so long and it’s short, i have some more things in the drafts that hopefully make up for it 🫶 requests are opened !!🩶

THIS IS ME TRYING !

i always did my best. in school, life, everything. i needed to get into college, i NEEDED to get out of my house. however, college isn’t cheap. and i don’t exactly have the best support system, so it’s up to me. i’m in film club, national honors society and student council. i spend whatever free time studying or at my best friend, tyler’s house. it’s overwhelming, but i didn’t have many options. if i wanted to get into a good school and start living my life the way I want to, this had to be done. but today was rough, i spent all of last night finishing my college essay just to go to school bright and early the next day. i was so exhausted, but what else was new. except i had a test in my first two classes, a presentation for national honors society. and i had to stay late for a student council meeting.

i was used to the stress, however today was just awful. every little thing that could go wrong went wrong. i was late to school because my car broke down, which meant i missed taking the test. i tried to beg my teacher to still let me take it but he only said he'll think about letting me make it up. i NEEDED to take this test, it was a huge part of my grade. it wasn't fair. i gave my presentation for NHS, which went fine. except everyone's presentations were WAY better than mine was. it was obvious the amount of effort and time they spent on it, sure i put effort into mines. i was just missing the time, since i stayed up all night wednesday putting it together. i felt like an idiot. i sat alone at lunch, i only shared my lunch period with one of my friends. but she was busy hanging with her boyfriend. i ended up skipping and just spending the time volunteering at the library. the more hours the better. the day seemed to drag on, especially since i had to stay later. like most if not all the other kids who did student council, we were only doing it for our college applications. i didn't get along well with the other kids. not in the way where we would fight or anything. they were all just so pretentious and snobby. they would always undermind me, as if i could never be an intellectual individual like them. i spent the whole 4 hours i had to stay there wanting to stick my face in a hot pan of oil. when it was all FINALLY over, i sat in my car for a minute. i felt so.. worthless. everything i did didn't feel like enough, maybe it wasn't enough. what's the point of doing all these things if i wasn't even good at any of it? it wasn't long before tears filled my eyes. but i watched as the other kids from student council walked over to their fancy cars. and i realized the last thing i needed was for them to see me crying in car that probably should've been in a junkyard AGES ago. i didn't want to go home, my parents would only make me feel worse. i called tyler and asked if i could come over. he said yes and with that i drove over to his house in silence. my thoughts racing through my head were the only things i could hear. i will never be good enough. for anyone, for anything. what is the point in even trying?

eventually i knocked on tyler's door. to which he answered with a smile. it was a struggle for me to return one back. i didn't say anything at first, tyler was telling me about some story about him and josh. i couldn't focus though, my head was spinning. tyler noticed, he reached out and touched my shoulder lightly. "what's going on y/n?", tyler spoke softly. i tried to shrug it off, but tyler was more stubborn than i was.

"i know you're not okay, what's up?", tyler looked over at me softly. i wanted to tell him not to worry about it. my problems were stupid anyways. but i knew tyler wasn't one to let these kind of things go.

"what is the point of trying if i'll never be good enough.."

"trying to do what?"

"everything.", i let out a sigh.

"all i do is try, try, try. and yet i always fall short every single time i mean- it's exhausting.", as much as i tried to fight it tears fell from my eyes.

"i'm not good enough i-"

"y/n please.", tyler reached out and held my hand.

"you are more than amazing. you are the most hard working, driven person i know."

"you have to say that-"

"i mean it.", my cloudy eyes met tyler's brown ones.

"i think you're more than enough, you have such amazing things ahead of you. and that's all because of your dedication. i'm so proud of you.", i practically fell into tyler's arms. he rubbed my back as he spoke over my muffled sobs.

"you're so perfect to me y/n, i admire you.", those word silenced the negative thoughts pounding in my head. tyler's arms made me feel safe. i finally felt okay. i always knew tyler had a way with words thanks to his music. but this was so much better than that. i finally felt like i was enough.

“look at me y/n.”, i hesitated for a moment before i lifted my head up. this was the closest we’ve ever been, our inches only inches away from each other.

“i think you’re so lovely.”, my cheeks flushed a little bit. tyler’s compliment making my heart skip a beat.

“as long as you think so.”

[goggles-mcgee]

Hi! I hope you’re doing well! Do you have any head canons about your felinette stories (Moving on, finding home; The haunted Bride, The not-so phantom…) and Marinette, the Rolling Stone? I love all of your stories, specially daminette 😈

Hi! Of course I do! But since you're grouping them for the Felinette, I will focus these headcanons on the felinette aspects a bit! Also I am so sorry for the very late reply. Motivation has been very low 😔

Moving On, Finding Home:

•As Marinette starts to work with Amelie, Amelie decided they should go out for lunch along with Felix, but when they got to the cafe she suddenly had some business to take care of and rushed off. Felix took this as an opportunity to really talk to Marinette and apologize for his behavior last time he was in Paris.

•At first she's skeptical but as he went into detail about why he did it, she feels for him. He told her about the loss of his father and that he knew it wasn't an excuse but he had been hurt and angry. Especially at Adrien and his Uncle. He was surprised when she didn't immediately jump to Adrien’s defense.

•Since he was so willing to be vulnerable and he seemed genuine in wanting to start over with her, Marinette told him everything that had happened at school. At first she had just wanted to explain that her and Adrien weren't friends anymore but once she started talking she couldn't stop.

•After this talk, things work a lot smoother, and Felix actually tags along with his mother when she goes to meet Marinette. Somehow them having lunch became a routine as well, but neither teen complains.

•Amelie adores Marinette and has a hard time not spoiling the girl but she can't help that her love language is gift giving and look...if Marinette is going to be taking on as big a project as she is then of course she needs a new design desk...and tablet since her old one had a chip on the corner...and a new mattress because her little designer needs the best sleep to dream up wonderful designs!

•Felix does try to reign her in, but it's hopeless.

•Tom and Amelie are two peas in a protective-parent-pod. They love talking to each other about their respective child and all they do in the name of that love, like the time Tom threw Marinette’s birthday cake in the trash several times in a panic because he didn't want to spoil the surprise. Tom and Amelie basically become bestie with a fond Sabine watching over.

•Amelie being a Petty Betty and allowing paparazzi to take pictures of her, Felix and Marinette when they are out together (with permission, of course) all so she could show off how cute Felix and Marinette are together but also to rub it in the face of her brother-in-law that she nabbed the very talented designer before him.

•Felix does become the new Chat Noir, but he changes his name to Grimalkin and Adrien, who starts not-so-vague posting on his Chat Noir account on social media that the name sucks and nitpicks about everything of the new Cat Hero.

•The class start to think the reason Marinette has "changed" so much is because of Felix, and they start trying to include her in things again in an attempt to lure her away from the "problem" Lila hates this and tries to intervene but it never works out for her.

•Gabriel is having a rough month, what with Lila Rossi being herself, the Dupain-Cheng girl getting snatched up by his dreadful sister-in-law right before he was going to open an early-experience type of internship so he could keep her close and figure out how to akumatize her but also she did have great talent and it would be a waste if he let her slip through his fingers, then Adrien reveals he and Mlle Dupain-Cheng aren't on speaking terms and to top it all off!!! There is a new cat hero who is actually competent, and that is making being a super villain very hard.

The Haunted Bride:

•Marinette had for as long as she remembers, been obsessed with the Culpa Mansion. Her parents thought it was cute and funny at first, but when she still spoke about it and even spoke about details, she couldn't have possibly known, but when she overheard her parents talking about taking her to a professional or something she stopped talking so in depth about it.

•But she dreamt of it almost every night and keeps a dream journal where she drew a lot of things from her dreams. She has it locked and hidden because she fears if anyone found it, they would think she was crazy, especially her parents.

•Hawkmoth is defeated and in jail, but Adrien did somehow get through it all without being suspected of aiding his father. Nathalie is the one taking care of Adrien since Gabriel took the fall for everything.

•Marinette as Ladybug, decided against Ladybug and Chat Noir revealing their identities to each other. Something just told her not too but she did promise that if Chat found her, she would let him know. Her and Adrien dating kind of happened out of nowhere to her, but then he kept making cat puns here and there, and well Marinette came to the conclusion he was Chat and hat found her. So she made her own subtle references.

•Adrien does not know that she is Ladybug, but she thinks he does. He just started dating her because she reminded him of Ladybug, and while he did start to like her, he was still very much in "love" with Ladybug.

•Marinette starts to realize he actually doesn't know who she is, and it kind of opens her eyes to how he tries to manipulate her. She doesn't think he is doing it maliciously or anything, but she can see how much he values the class and keeping things happy, and she sees that he's doing it kind of subconsciously so he can keep his perceived normal and happiness. It's why he never breaks the peace, even if it's the right thing to do.

•When she wins the trip to the Mansion, Marinette actually exchanges letters with the owner of the Mansion, who happens to be her age, and she thinks that's cool. They become pen-pals and friends, and Marinette is just so happy to get to rant to someone just as obsessed with the mansion as much as her.

•When she and her class go to the mansion, she is already trying to break up with Adrien but that's kind of hard to do when he won't spend any time alone with her like a boyfriend should. She finds out that Lila is the one manipulating him in hopes that he would be charmed by her and fall for her. The girl squad (some of them) are helping her.

•Marinette is almost always somehow left alone, and during those times, she meets with Felix, and they just have a fun time hanging out, and Marinette finds herself falling for him. She only ever meets him at night though but it's when she's with him that she feels the happiest and most clear headed. He keeps her grounded.

•But while staying in the mansion, her dreams come back in such vividity that she starts having trouble determining what reality is and what is a dream.

The Not-So Phantom of the Théâtre du Châtelet:

•Felix is not scarred, nor does he live underneath the theater. The Phantom is a character he plays to manipulate and scare those who seek to hurt the theater and the owner, his mother. He doesn't mind the rumor. He plays into it in the name of protecting his mother and the theater she loves. He also does not care nor mind hurting others to do so.

•He works as a permanent stage hand and sometimes a stage manager since he knows the theater better than anyone. Yes, he did build hidden trap doors and such to help with his time as the Phantom.

•But what started as him protecting his mother and their theater kind of morphed into punishing those he thinks deserves it and if you're thinking his mother would not approve of this or not know what her son is doing, nah. She knows and supports her troubled little man.

•When he first meets Marinette, he immediately realizes what potential she has and is charmed by her almost immediately. They become friends as costume designer and stage hand. But when he sees the treatment of her from her ex-boyfriend and the lead actress, he will do anything to protect her.

•Marinette didn't believe in the Phantom until all these strange events started happening, and she keeps getting roses left in her workshop. She doesn't know how she feels about everything and thinks that makes her an awful person.

•She does have a crush on Felix, and they connect so well, but she also can't help but be drawn to the Phantom when they keep having encounters.

Marinette The Rolling-Stone:

•Marinette meets Felix after her big move to London when she goes to her new private school. Yes, Jagged and Penny enrolled her in a private academy because they feared what people would do if she were in a public school, given all that happened and what was televised.

•It's a school that allows her to work from home sometimes. The excuse that was given was that it was due to her adopted father's work schedule, but in actuality, it was because Marinette told Jagged and Penny about being Ladybug and the Guardian and they agreed she could home-school on days she needed to be in Paris.

•She got adopted into the Quantic Kids group by surprisingly Felix. He just felt like she needed friends, and she reminded him of himself before he became friends with his friends.

•It takes a while for her to trust them, but when she does, she cries over how much happier she is. When she starts getting feelings for Felix she's scared but Jagged and Penny help her through it.

•Felix doesn't know when he fell for Marinette, but contrary to what his friends think, he didn't freak out or get angry or anything like that. To him, it made sense, she made sense...they made sense. So no, he isn't scared of his feelings and is more than determined to prove himself to Marinette.

•Her friends find out she is Ladybug and convince her to let them help. Of course, she doesn't want to, but things are getting worse, and she needs people she can trust. Jagged and Penny are also there to help as well.

•Felix, of course, becomes the new Cat Miraculous Holder and becomes known as Carbonel!

[spicymaruchancontajin]

Tom kaulitz x reader

ok I’m finally being able to work on this sorry it took me so long it was my birthday and I was busy 😭

p.s i put in that you have glossy red lipstick it important for the story sorry it can be anything shade of red 👍

update: i fixed some stuff lmk if I’m missing anything

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It was right after your concert and you had to go to a fancy party right after but fans crowded you as you went to say hi. You got ready as fast as you could as the cosmetics lady’s doll you up. You put on a (color) dress and shiny (color) high heels. You and your band where so late you practically ran to the party. “Jesus Christ there was so many people”

You sighed exhaustedly. Your band was in a limo driving to the party bacicly speeding to get there in time. “I liked it but everyone was so pushy “can I get your number” “ Leave your girlfriend for me”” Rein mocked his fans as the rest of the band laughed. “Oh god lets just hope they don’t follow us”. You finally arrive as cameras flashing as your car pulled up to the stairs. You and your band are practically blinded by the light as you pretend like you where just in a rush. People yelled at you for interviews or to look at their camera the only thing you could think is how ANOYING. Finally your inside your eyes getting their break from being blinded by a dozen cameras in your face. People chatting and drinking or sitting around how boring but you had to be there. You leave your band and go get a drink and something small to eat. Just as you grab the drink something or someone catches your eye. He was wearing baggy jeans and a overly sized t shirt. What the fuck how unfair you could be wearing some like that I mean everyone else was dressed for the occasion what the hell happened to him. You didn’t mind it that much and just left for the snack table. “I like these ones better” his thick accent hits your ears as you had reached for something. You look over your eyes scanning him, it was the same guy with oversized jeans and t-shirt. He grabbed the small snack eating it as he checked you out. “ mmm” you hummed as you reached over grabbing the food and popping it into your mouth with out a thought. “ Dam these are good” “I told you” you continue to eat with him fighting over who gets more. He had gotten the last one and threw it into his mouth. “Whatever” you say with a smile as he just smirks chewing. “So what do you do anyway” his voice drowning out everything else “well I’m [singer, drummer, etc] in [band name]” he nodded in acknowledgement “what about you” “I’m a guitarists in Tokio hotel” “Oooo you big?” “in both ways yeah” his was voice smug and confident. You did get it a first but eventually resized what he said. “*gasp*ohh not like that” you looked at him as he laughed his eyes going to the floor. “What about you?” He chuckled “umm we are big but not super big you know” “oh ok” there was a bit of nervous silence between you after that question. “You from around here?” “No I’m from Germany you” “Oooo cuteee I’m from [where your from]” “ahh how nice” “yeah” you look around the room a see your band members calling you over frantically as if to meet some on “oh shit I gota go” “oh… how about I get your number?” “Oh yeah hold on” you grab a pen and napkin from the table and write your number and your name but before you give it to him you kiss the napkin leaving a glossy red lip print. You hand it over and wink before rushing over to your members smiling. You didn’t even know if he was into you like that but why not take the chance. He had put it in his wallet anyway taking out veras other numbers and leave them stranded on table just to have yours only plus you got to meet lady Gaga.

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help free me from school guys 😭 I have been so busy I’m so sorry this took so long I’ll try not to take long next time 😭

anyway hope you like it and tell me if there is any errors or anything like that and I finally figured out how to do the keep reading thing 😍

Maru out 💋

[vynnytypesstuff]

hiya~! hope you’re doing good~!

may i request a scenario with Vil Schoenheit with a female S/O(or non-bi if you prefer) who has that…pain when they’re told by a scout that they’re not fit enough—particularly a bit under 5’9”—to be a model with Vil. perhaps it was always their dream to be a model, but ever since dating Vil, they wanted to do it more and more, yet once a chance came…it was completely shot down by a scout-; it would be his reaction to the S/O’s breakdown…only if you’d wanna! (*´꒳`*)

sorry that was super long LOL

꒰୨୧﹒Twisted Wonderland - Hcs for Vil with a Female S/O Who is Told They Aren't Fit to be a Model

Sorry for the wait! School's been busy + personal stuff but I finally got back to writing woohoo

As always thanks for the request and enjoy

Warnings: None

There wasn't a soul in Night Raven College who didn't know of Vil Schoenheit and his fame. His striking beauty, along with his confident, regal-like mannerisms and persistent determination, has gained him a "cult-following. His modeling and acting career grew in success, and he has reached over five million followers on Magicam and earning him his status as a prominent influencer

Vil was an inspiration to many, yourself included. Even before you were aware of your wish to become a model, Vil's fresh takes on the importance of hard-work and self-care captivated you to your core. His words motivated you to be the best version of yourself, and eventually, your underlying dream of becoming a model had begun to blossom

You were sorted into Pomefiore, the same dorm as Vil. Shockingly, you didn't let Vil's presence cause your path to modeling to falter. In fact, his presence encouraged you to work even harder to achieve your dream. You took every opportunity to show off your talent, a notion that didn't slip past Vil's watchful gaze

Vil took interest in you. He admired your determination in developing your skills and saw potential in you. As time went on, you began to speak with him more and more until you were interacting on a daily basis. Eventually you would become close with him, and your relationship status would take a shift from "friendship" to "dating" (I'm not being lazy here I swear)

If joining Pomefiore drove you further into the modelling path, then dating Vil skyrocketed that notion. Getting familiar with Vil's life, both personal and career, left a burning desire in you. Now more than ever, you wanted to be a model

For females, modeling gigs typically have a standard height requirement between 5'9" and 6'0" ft. You were below 5'9" ft, but you had still believed you had just as fair of a shot as anyone else, right?

You had encountered a scout when you were looking at a flier for a modelling gig. Nothing too grand, but it would be enough to help you get a jump start on your career. While you were preoccupied with thoughts on how this could be your chance, you hadn't noticed the scout looming behind you until you turned around

Long story short, the scout didn’t seem to share the same sentiment as you. They didn’t believe you were cut out for modeling, claiming you were too amateurish to make it big, not to mention your height gave you a significant disadvantage (or at least so they claimed)

It was a bit devastating to hear a scout shoot you down in minutes. This was a dream you had been clinging onto for your whole life, even when you weren’t fully aware of it, and you’d been prepared to bring it into fruition. Your confidence began to waver, and you wondered if you should give up

That night in the dorms, Vil noticed you seemed… off. You were unusually quiet, and even if it was getting late you hadn't started your nightly routine yet. It was as if something was weighing you down

There was no way Vil was going to leave you there looking miserable, so he decided to check up on you. No use lying about it because he'd find out eventually. You told Vil about what happened, what the scout had said about you not being fit enough to be a model, and how you weren't sure if you were as cut out for the modelling industry as you thought you were

You were prepared for Vil to agree with the scout, but to your shock he had the exact opposite reaction from what you envisioned. Though he maintained his composure, you could clearly see that he was upset that you told you weren't fit to be a model

Vil firmly denied those words. Sure, you were shorter than today's big models, but that doesn't mean you didn't have a chance. In his opinion, the world needed models of all shapes and sizes. In addition to that, physical attributes have nothing to do with talent, even if one were to meet every little absurd physical standard. Appearances alone isn't enough to determine a person's skill-level or success

After giving you his input, he reaffirmed that you did the potential and drive to be a model and said that you were going to take that modelling gig (because like hell he's going to let you give up that easily

He did give you a biiiit of a scolding for taking what that scout said to heart, but it's only because he cares. Realistically, no matter what your qualities were, you would likely get a number of un-constructive critics who will pick out your "weak points" and use those to push you down. It's even been done to him before. He wants to prepare you for the worst and help build your self-confidence so that you don't get discouraged again

In short, Vil is very supportive of your goal, giving you a mix of praise and construction criticism. If anyone comes for you because of your height, well, let's just say they better hope Vil isn't in the room

[badbatchposts]

🎱 🍓 🌵🔪🪲. I reblogged the ask game from you, so I wanted to be courteous and send you an ask! I'm honestly curious about these.

Thanks for the ask, friend! It's really nice to be able to reflect on some of these things!! Sorry in advance for the super long responses lol.

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats:

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I honestly have no sense of how these stats compare for the usual fanfic writer, but it makes me happy to see how many people have subscribed to my longfic, especially since I don't always get a ton of comments on new chapters. But it seems people are reading! And definitely more people than read my dissertation, lol.

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

I used to write a lot of original work in high school and early college, but then as things got busy--and as I convinced myself my writing wasn't good enough to be worth it--I largely stopped. I always felt guilty about it. I really enjoyed writing, but didn't think I was creative enough or had the right amount of stamina that it took to complete a long work, and I had this perfectionist idea where it felt like it wasn't worth doing if I couldn't be the best at it.

Then right as the new Bad Batch season came out this year I was struggling a lot with burnout and found that I was spending a lot of time thinking about the show, and decided that I might as well start reading some fanfiction--for the first time ever--and felt like writing it would be a nice creative outlet that might help me recover from my burnout. It really has been great, and some of what's made it so good is actually exactly the sort of things that used to make me think writing fanfiction wasn't worth it. Namely: it's not professionally publishable.

That is, legally, I will never be able to professionally publish and profit from any of what I write--it can only be posted and enjoyed. This actually just took so much of the pressure off. It doesn't have to be perfect--it doesn't even have to be very good, because that's not what it's for.

I started thinking of it more as an exercise for working on my writing skills (things like, okay, in this chapter I'm going to practice writing dialogue, or in this next one I'm going to work more on establishing an interesting setting). As a result, I'm now thinking more about the writing process and improving my storytelling, rather than worrying about trying to make it perfect or good enough to publish or feeling competitive or down on myself when I encounter writing that I feel is much better than my own. It's been really freeing.

All of this happened over ten years since I stopped writing in college, and the other great thing has been seeing that my writing skills didn't disappear. In fact, they've gotten better and grown as a result of the learning I did in the meantime. I'm now much better at envisioning narrative arcs, outlining, getting myself to write consistently instead of just waiting for inspiration to strike me, and a whole load of other skills. It's really helped soothe a part of me that worried that I had abandoned writing, that it was too late for me to "do" anything with it, or that I only would have gotten worse.

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Parasailing in Rio de Janeiro with a Caipirinha in Your Hand

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I've been spending a lot of time researching historical kitchens on sailing ships and historical brothels for the Pirate AU that I'm working on. Once for an academic paper I was working on a novel that depicts a (non-sexual) human-animal relationship but through very intimate and erotic terms, and I accidentally googled a combination of terms that came back with information on bestiality while on my university's wi-fi.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

The most recent thing I wrote for my Pirate AU (I'm skipping ahead SEVERAL chapters to inspire myself with the steamy bits haha)

“I hardly think I can get into much trouble here. Your crew have been perfect gentlemen.”

Hunter’s eyes glinted in the half-light of the lamps. Though he didn’t move, all of a sudden she was all-too-aware of how close he was, how easy it would be for him to reach out and touch her. “And what about me?” he murmured. “Haven’t you heard from the ladies in port? I’m a scoundrel. A very dangerous man. Maybe you ought to be afraid of me.”

Thanks again, this was a lot of fun!!

[kammy-hyperfixation-central]

loving your works so much! may i know if we will see more spicy stuff between them and yeonwoo's jealousy side? im very interested to know yeonwoo's pov whenever he is thinking about haesol :>

Oh my goodness Hi Hi!!!

Thank you thank you thank you!

I am so happy every time I get an ask!!

Send me more please I'll be sure to reply 🙏 🙏 🙏

I'm so sorry it took me so long to reply to this one 🥲

I've been so busy lately with school and college has been a lot of work and I've been getting so tired lately but thank you so much for this ask it really made my day!! When I checked my Tumblr mailbox after like forever to find this ask I actually screamed thank you thank you!

Answering your ask:

Oh. My. God!

I have so many headcanons about jealous Yeonwoo he is just such an interesting character to write whenever he gets jealous!

For me I have two headcanon's about him when he gets jealous the first one (and honestly the more fun of the two in my opinion but that's just because I love drama) is that he gets super clingy and when I say clingy I don't mean like all "Haesol hold me how could you leave me for so long."

NO! I mean like he gets angry clingy!

Like when they're married and their relationship has solidified his clinginess is going to be more like, if he sees someone eyeing Haesol and if he sees someone trying to hit on Haesol he is immediately going to go towards her cling to her arm and hold on to her so tight that she's going to automatically know that they need to get out of wherever they are because Yeonwoo is pissed. (Isn't that so cute the wolf scared of the bunny!)

I love headcanoning Yeonwoo as the clingy angry jealous type because his jealousy is so cute!

Think about it!

Yeonwoo is sitting at there restaurant table waiting for her, the door opens and there Haesol is looking as beautiful as always in a stylish outfit of dress pants and a very well made dress shirt, jewelry that accentuates her already stunning beauty and she even wore heels! Yeonwoo's already turned on flattery remarks to 100 and he's ready to praise her beauty to the high heavens when she pulls him in for a hug.

Then Haesol sees him and Yeonwoo sees the way her eyes light up even though her face is as stoic as usual He's practically jumping out of his seat to keep himself from running towards his beautiful spouse!

But then gasp! He sees her coming only for her to be interrupted by some random person and he's forced to watch as Haesol has to pause and talk to this person out of politeness when she should only be focused on him! This is there day. There time together after they've been apart because Haesol has been on a business trip!

Yeonwoo cant stand for this!

In a rare fit of anger he puffs his cheeks up steam is coming out of his ears his face is red with anger and he disregards all normal conventions when out in public (because remember normally Yeonwoo is very particular and very aware of how other people see him and the world around him) so him walks up to a surprised Haesol visibly pouty and mad as he pulls her away from whoever is trying to talk to her. He tops it off with a glare towards the person who disturbed there passionate staring contest with a look so icy on such a cute face the poor guy is flushed with embarrassment!

Haesol has no clue and is just busy focusing on her beauty and cuter then ever husband as he clings to her arm and disregards all social norms about PDA just to show everyone that Kang Haesol is taken thank you very much!!!

Aauughhh it is just such a fun thing to think about.

There's that headcanon and then there's the second one which is probably more in line with canon and probably cuter but it's still just as fun to talk about!

The second one is that when Yeonwoo is jealous he just becomes very silent. As in it will be clear that he isn't happy because his body language is obviously down but his facial expressions are going to be surprisingly calmer than you would think.

He would see a situation where Haesol is talking to someone and they get close. Closer than usual and he will instantly feel jealous, his brows will furrow he'll have a little pouch on his face but the moment Haesol turns to look at him he schools his expression and he is surprisingly calm.

The thing is, when Haesol is finally not talking to someone anymore and they are alone he is extremely clingy.

(I think we're starting to see that I love clingy Yeonwoo)

Normally Haesol is the one who will not let Yeonwoo out of her sight when they are within a few inches of each other. But when Yeonwoo is jealous it is him who will not let Haesol out of his sight. He will constantly be showing some form of a need for physical contact whether it's holding on to the hem of her clothes or holding her hand or wrapping his arm around her in a hug. Any and anything. (Let your imagination is going wild with that one.)

He also becomes extremely willing and is literally willing to let Haesol do whatever (even in the bed room) and we already know Haesol is down bad she will take that chance while Yeonwoo is suddenly so open to physical contact even out in public!

And, when they finally talk about why he's been acting so strange recently Yeonwoo just pouts at her and he crosses his arms and he's just so adorable as he tells Kang Haesol he saw someone getting too close for comfort to her and it rubbed him the wrong way. To him going on and on and on about how people getting that close to her made him feel and how he doesn't like it when that happens and Haesol is just looking at him like he's the most beautiful thing in the world.

Safe to say Haesol also loves jealous Yeonwoo.

I need to write this!!!

Oh my God I talked so much with this one! Hehee

[lilianvanrouge]

Mr. Freeze x Daughter Reader

You were around five to six years old when your father became Mr. Freeze. He will always remember the day you were born. You were an exact miniature copy of his Nora, which makes his thoughts about losing you even worse. He will always remember how warm your tiny little hand was when you wrapped it around his index finger.

He began crying tears of joy, he wanted you so badly and was very impatient for your birth. He hugged you and your mother tightly crying tears of joy. Your mother gave you your name which made it all the more valuable and irreplaceable to your father.

When you took your first steps you fell into your fathers arms as he lifted you up as both your parents cheered. Your first words were also Daddy, which tugged at his heart strings. When your parents disappeared your mother’s sister took you in.

You were currently in the middle of a school play. You were in a fake tower playing Rapunzel when all of a sudden the doors to the auditorium burst open. A bunch of men with guns came out shooting at the ceiling. One more man came out wearing a strange suit.

“Where is (Y/N) Fries?!” asked the man.

You had no idea that the man in the strange suit was your father. He then shot the ceiling with his weird gun and it froze that part of the ceiling and it collapse.

“I repeat! Where is (Y/N) Fries?!” demanded your father.

You quietly snuck out of the tower and out the back exit. It was super dark outside, but lights from the baseball field shined down on you as you ran behind the school. All of a sudden a wall of ice formed in front of you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” asked an angry man.

You turned around and saw it was the strange man in the suit.

“It’s you. . .” said your father in unbelief.

You screamed and ran another direction, but he trapped you with another ice wall.

“(Y/N) it’s me, your father,” said your father softly.

“No! You’re not! My daddy doesn’t look anything like you!” you said.

You tried to run around him, but he grabbed your wrist and lifted you off your feet. You screamed and started struggling in his grip.

“(Y/N), it is me! Whenever you had a nightmare you slept with me and your mother! Your mother and I took you to that movie you wanted to see three months ago! You named the toy bunny I gave you the day you were born Mr. _____!” your father listed.

You immediately stopped squirming and began crying. Your father let you down and you hugged each other.

“Where have you been all this time?!!” you sobbed.

“I’m sorry I left you alone for so long. There’s no need to worry now. I’m taking you home,” he said.

You had no idea that your father froze everyone in the auditorium that night trying to find you. He only found you because he spotted you through a window. He thought that you were a random child going to call the police and was about to kill you.

Weeks passed and you haven’t been back to school or seen your aunt since. During that time you learned the horrible truth that your mother was dead. Your father tried his best to make time for you and sooth your pain, but he was busy getting some things.

You woke up in the middle of the night hearing a loud noise. You walked out of your room and to your father’s lab.

“Daddy?” you said.

“(Y/N)?! You should be asleep. It’s way passed your bedtime,” said your father.

“Couldn’t sleep. Your machine was making too much noise,” you said.

Your father frowned and apologized to you. He said he would work on his machine in the morning. He then picked you up and you both went to sleep in the same bed. The next morning when your father straight to work on his machine.

When you woke up you saw that the fridge was empty. Your father gave you some money the other day and you decided to go to the store. When you were walking over to the grocery store a truck wasn’t paying attention to the cross walk. The truck driver didn’t see you until it was too late! You screamed thinking you were dead until someone snatched you out of the way. You looked up and saw it was Batman.

“Batman?” you said confused.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” you muttered.

“Where are your parents? What’s your name?” he asked.

“(Y/N) Fries, and I’m by myself going to the store. Bye,” you said.

Back at your father’s hideout your father took notice to how quiet it was. You’re usually watching TV at this time or atleast entered his lab once. He finished his machine and came out of his lab.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N)?!” shouted your father, getting worried.

Your father then went to both his and your room to see that you weren’t there.

“(Y/N)!! (Y/N)!! Where are you?!!” shouted your father, tossing things out of his away looking for you.

He then turned towards his henchmen and demanded to know where you were. When they said they didn’t know your father started to threaten them with his gun.

“I will give you one last chance! Where is my daughter?!” said your father.

“I’m back!” you said, entering the hideout.

Your father attention snapped immediately snapped to you. He ran up to you and hugged you tightly.

“(Y/N), where have you been young lady?!” he scolded.

“I went to the store because there was no food,” you explained.

Your father then apologized for his lack of care and picked you up. You were now sat on his lap asleep while he watched the news.

“Humanity. Compassion. Charity. Where were those pretty words when she needed to hear them?” asked your father, as he just destroyed the TV with his freeze gun.

“Daddy, why did you break the TV?” you asked.

“Nothing to worry about, Darling, just go back to sleep,” he said.

When you woke up your father and his men were leaving.

“(Y/N), don’t leave this place under any circumstances do you understand me?” asked your father.

“But I-” you began.

“Promise me!!” your father said, putting both hands on your shoulders.

“I promise,” you said, sadly.

Your father wanted to kiss, but couldn’t with his helmet. Your father and his men then left, leaving you all alone. Your father was now encasing the building that Ferris Boyle was in with ice. Your father’s machine was now growing unstable and ice was going everywhere. The Batman tried to stop the machine, but your father stopped him. Your father then went into the frozen building to finish off Boyle once and for all.

When your father was halfway complete with freezing Boyle the Batman came back for one last fight.

“The advanced circuitry of my suit also triples my strength. Sooner or later all who stand in my way will feel the icy touch of death. Any last words Batman?” your father asked.

He was holding Batman by his neck.

“Don’t do this Fries. . . You’re about to lose something absolutely valuable to you. Priceless. . .” choked Batman.

“Lies! I do not have anything to lose! Boyle already stole my wife and my humanity! There’s nothing else that can be taken from me!” said your father.

“Behind you. . .” choked Batman.

Your father gave a quick glance behind him and gasped dropping Batman. You were on the roof of the next building over which was freezing over because of your father’s machine and was about to tip over.

“My baby!!!” your father said shocked.

Your father ran to the window and broke it, but there was no way he could make it to you in time. You then slipped off the roof screaming.

“No!!!” your father shouted.

He then aimed his ice gun where you were about to fall and created a thick blanket of snow. He also added some ice pillars to support the building. You fell into the snow pile safe and unharmed as your father used a bridge of ice to run over to you. When he finally made it to you; he hugged you tightly while you cried.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?!! I told you to stay home, young lady!!” scolded your father.

You cried harder while squeezing his suit.

“I already lost, Mommy. Don’t make me lose you too, Daddy,” you choked out.

Your father’s expression soften.

“(Y/N), I’m-” before your father could finish his sentence, Batman broke his glass helmet.

Your father fell on the ground not able to breathe. You ran up to Batman and started hitting him.

“No!! Stay away from him!!” you shouted.

Batman hit you at the back of your neck knocking you out cold.

“(Y/N). . .” said your father.

You were now back at your aunt’s while your father is in Arkham.

“I’ve failed you and (Y/N). I wish there was another way for me to say it. I can not. I can only beg your forgiveness. And pray you hear me somehow, someplace. Someplace where a warm hand waits for mine,” said your father to the snow globe of your mother.

Days passed and the guards at Arkham wouldn’t allow you to visit or bring anything to your father. Your aunt also didn’t want you visiting him, so you always had to go alone. And there’s no way the guards will let a child visit a criminal by themself.

That was until a nice prison guard lady let you see your father out of pity. She knocked on the door notifying your father that he had a visitor.

“I do not want to see anyone right now,” said your father.

The guard still opened the door and you ran inside wearing a parka.

“Daddy!!” you shouted.

“(Y/N)?!” said your father.

He hugged you tightly and you both began crying tears of joy. The guard then left you to give you some privacy. You began telling your father everything that’s been going on in your life.

You’ve been visiting him as often as you could, and if you couldn’t you would give him letters. As months began to pass your aunt found out you’ve been visiting your father without her permission. That’s when she dropped the news on you that you were moving. You had no idea how to break this to your father.

You instead wrote this as a letter to your father. Once he read this letter he crushed it in his hands.

You were now in your aunt’s car as you just left her old home. While she was driving she was telling you how amazing your new home will be. All of sudden the car began sliding down the road before crashing upside down.

“Where do you think you’re going with my daughter?!” said your father angry.

Your aunt unbuckled you and herself from the car. She then put you behind her to try and shield you from him while still inside the car.

“I’m taking her to a place where she’ll be safe!” said your aunt.

“You mean taking her to a place far away from me!!” shouted your father.

“Yes!! Where I know she’ll be safe!!” shouted your aunt.

Your father then pointed his gun at your aunt and was about to shoot her. But he immediately stopped seeing you crawling in front of your aunt.

“(Y/N). Come,” said your father.

You began to crawl out of the car, but your aunt grabbed your shoulder. She begged you not to go, but you both knew you had no choice. Otherwise, your father would have taken you by force.

You crawled out the car and walked up to your father. He took your hand and began leading you away from the crash.

“Daddy, where are you taking me?” you asked.

“Somewhere where no one will ever take you away from me again, my treasure,” he said.

[causenessus]

hi loveliness ! (get it, lovely-ness and you’re loveliness) (oh my god i’m so smart) i hope you’ve eaten today !! how’s your day been? MAKE SURE U EAT i’m so so so sorry for sending this so late in the day i had SUCH a day today and also i realize my asks are getting longer and longer each time like im yapping way too much so ill try to keep this short !

TODAY i hate breakfast then i went to an aquarium with my friend! it was so nice we saw sea lions and SEA OTTERS (otters are my favourite animal) AND IT WAS SO FUN! we saw the sea lions do tricks and the otters were so cute holding the rocks and it was so so so cute overload omg then i went to go have hotpot with my family and my uncle! it was nice to catch up and the food was so yummy we had flan after

ALSO I WAS GIGGLING SO MUCH AT YOUR WORK STORY LIKE i wasn’t laughing that you got yelled at bcuz that was uncool and uncalled for but the way it was formatted with the dialogue was so funny i was like giggling in bed reading it LOL but i will literally hunt down that family because you’re just a girl doing your job like !! lay off !! but i hope you’re okay love you didn’t deserve that and like genuinely some people need to learn how to be decent human beings sometimes because that’s actually CRAZY

BUT I LOVE UR STORY TIMES !!! SO YAP ALL U WANT I WILL READ IT ALL THOROUGHLY !! and once i get back home and back to work i will 100% yap because retail makes my head THROB genuinely throb

also tell me more about your knee omg?? what happened I HOPE YOURE OKAY AND make sure you don’t overwork yourself on your new smaus!! take breaks and always prioritize yourself over anything, i hope work was better than yesterday !! if not i will PERSONALLY fly over to your state and be like your guard dog at work (LOL THATS CRAZY SORRY) but i genuinely hope today went better! i hope you ate too and took care of yourself, always always take care of yourself i will say it infinity times to make sure it’s engraved into your head xoxoxo

LOVELINESS :( i will literally cry THAT IS SO CUTE AND YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!! HELLO MY LOVE <3

PLEASE NEVER WORRY ABOUT YOUR ASKS BEING LONG!!! DO NOT SHORTEN YOURSELF PLEASE YAP AS MUCH AS YOU WANT <3 (i'm going to start putting my answers under cuts so people don't have to fight trying to scroll past my yapping 😭 BUT DW!! TALK AS MUCH AS YOU WANT <3 AND THANK YOU FOR YOUR OTHER ASK TOO!!)

AND ALSO DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR SENDING THIS LATE IN THE DAY!! and i was so unmotivated when i got home from work today to make something for dinner 😭 bc i needed to shower AND i had school earlier in the day and it was 9:30 so i'd be eating a meal at like 10 pm BUT I DID JUST FOR U <33 (and i MEAN THAT!! I AM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL YOUR REMINDERS TO EAT :( YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH IT REALLY MEANS TO ME <3 AND THANK YOU AGAIN FOR YOUR OTHER ASK AND FOR SENDING ONE IN DESPITE YOUR BUSY DAY WITH THE REMINDER TO EAT <3 I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO SO SO MUCH) last night my dinner was literally a bagel with almond butter 💀 which I FEEL LIKE wasn't the worst "meal" but definitely not the best <3

AAAAAAAAAA THE AQUARIUM!!!!!!!!!! THAT SOUNDS SO CUTE AND FUN OMG I LOVE SEA LIONS TOO AND THEM BEING YOUR FAV ANIMAL LITERALLY MAKES THEM 10000X CUTER :(((( I HOPE YOU HAD TONS OF FUN!! AND OMG HOTPOT please i want hotpot so bad hold on thank you for reminding me that hot pot exists the MOMENT WE HAVE WEATHER IN THE 60S I'M GETTING HOT POT and i'm glad you could catch up with your family!! that's always fun <3 and FLAN!!!! YOU'RE LIVING THE DREAM AS ALWAYS AND I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

and i'm glad you enjoyed my story time LMAOOO I READ IT BACK JUST NOW AND THERE WERE SO MANY GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES MB IT'S ALMOST MIDNIGHT RN SO I'M SURE MY ENGLISH IS NOT SUPER HOT RN EITHER 😭 today i worked again and i literally only got ONE thing done 😭 but it's bc it was a really big order and i lowkey drilled into my finger but it's okay!!!!! 🤠 KNOWING YOU WORK IN RETAIL AGAIN AND WORK THOSE GRUELING OPENING SHIFTS AND DOUBLES ALWAYS GIVES ME THE STRENGTH TO KEEP GOING (but i was soo sleepy today too i was genuinely going to walk up to my coworker and be like "bro. can i please just nap on the floor." BUT WE POWERED THROUGH!!) AND I LOVE YOUR STORY TIMES TOO!! PLEASE SHARE ALL YOU WANT I WILL ALWAYS READ THROUGH IT TOO <3

IF YOU WERE MY GUARD DOG AT WORK I'D CRY /POS <3 I'D FEEL SO SAFE AND HAPPY!! (maybe u should fly here anyway!!! xxx) but DW MY KNEES ARE OKAY LMAO basically i got sent to clean a loft with some people today and because i'm literally a monkey from my tech days i climbed like an entire shelf??? 😭 because we were like reorganizing EVERYTHING (that entire group is so neurodivergent including me like we were told to clean the front but none of us have the power to JUST do the front so this will now be like a month long project pls pray for us it is so hot and dusty in there) and so after we ran out of time i had to jump down from the shelf but like my two guys were BOTH waiting for me (v. weird. one of them makes me slightly uncomfortable BC HE'S VERY NICE BUT TOO NICE AND I'M JUST SCARED OF MEN LIKE HE'S GENUINELY NICE BUT I HAVE ATTACHMENT ISSUES AND I DON'T LIKE OTHER PEOPLE LIKING ME IF THAT MAKES SENSE) so like i was literally rushing it and was like "yeah i can probably just drop down" but the fall was a lot farther than i initially thought 😭 so i dropped to the ground and my knees gave out because of the impact so i fell backwards into a table BUT IT'S OKAY besides the fact i made a giant fool of myself i don't want to talk about it </3 (b/c the OTHER guy i was with OMNFHEJRFKWLNDJJERHOUHJVFEKW i used to like him. ik. very small world i am still around people ik. BUT ANYWAY used to like him -> got the ick bc attachment issues -> hated him but he's still a good friend -> our mutual OLDER friend tried to get us to go to prom together one year -> SO MUCH MORE WE HAVE SUCH A WEIRD DYNAMIC IDEK WHAT HE THINKS OF ME) BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS STORY TIME AS WELL!! LOTS OF NESS LORE DROPS HERE <3 I LOVE SHARING ALL MY DRAMA LMAOAOAO

BUT PLEASE MAKE SURE TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO!!! KEEP EATING THE COOLEST THINGS EVER AND LIVING YOUR BEST LIFE <3 (NO PRESSURE) AND DRINK LOTS OF WATER!!!

[dollsonmain]

I'm going to start staying in bed in the mornings so That Guy can't use morning time as Captive Audience Lecture time.

That's why I don't eat with him anymore, and why I don't talk to him at all in the car.

It's different than "There is a problem and we need to discuss it." because I'm not allowed to speak and any point I manage to interject with is disregarded or talked over.

A cut, though, because this is going on main instead of my whining side blog because it's about me, and it'll be long.

Last night I was thinking about how useless I am. I'm saying it that way just to get the point across as quickly as possible, I'm not being self-deprecating.

To elaborate, I was thinking about the jobs I've done in the past and my ability to function in general. Life in general seems unreasonably too hard.

-

My first job was bussing tables and that was fine but I got fired because my manager played favorites and scolded me for crying because my bandaged wrist hurt, which made me cry harder while bussing tables.

-

Then I was in the military and I was very bad at it. Physically, for now-obvious reasons, and mentally. I could never memorize the ranks, for example, or the weird little rules like "If you're the first to see Smadge in the morning, you call at ease as loud as you can to welcome him to the office" or the "Address superiors by their rank, don't talk to them like companions" and that kind of thing.

I did fine doing the mail.

I struggled in the office where I was the personnel database manager. There wasn't enough work to do and I could never make myself look busy. When I first took over the database I rewrote it all so that it was accessible to each of the companies in my unit to add and adjust things and then I wasn't needed anymore. I was there for two years with nothing to do.

At one point I started leaving to do the mail as early as possible with the excuse that I was taking other unit's mail clerks with me (true), and then after mail time was over, I'd just leave and go back to my room.

No one really noticed or cared because I wasn't providing anything to the office anyway.

My First Sargent griped about it one time, but I kept leaving anyway and no one bothered me about it.

-

Then I worked at Walmart behind the jewelry counter and that was fine. I liked it enough. Being a smaller department there never was anything like having to pull palettes around and the stuff on the shelves didn't change too much. There was a lot of time standing behind the counter doing nothing.

-

Then Wegman's selling cheese and that was fine, too. I got up, put on my uniform, went to work, did what I was told, and went home. Annetta made the mistake of asking me to redesign the cheese display once and I was like "Um.... I can't.... do that, sorry." After I left (I was impregnated by That Guy when he ejaculated inside me without permission, then he moved me away from my job or I'd probably still be there), she said she'd asked some of the younger boys in the department to take over and they were doing very well with it.

My managers at Wegman's gave me a lot of opportunities for advancement and to learn new skills and I had to decline because my brain couldn't do anything more than the lowest base-line work in the department. I mean, I tried. I did what was asked, and then I wasn't asked to do those things again.

-

Since then it's been house-mom.

I'm very bad at that.

I don't clean enough, I don't cook at all, I don't do That Guy's laundry so he can't blame me when something goes wrong with it (he blames me anyway because if HE ruins his laundry it's because I refused to do it), I'm not super involved with my Son.

If I'm not specifically told "Do this." I don't think to do it. It's not by choice. I can't.

Son struggles with hygiene. I've mentioned that before. I've come here and asked for help. I've asked the IEP team at school for help.

Lately, Son stinks.

This morning That Guy had me captive audience for a lecture and said that he got a lot of answers out of Son about his hygiene last night which he waited to even ask until I'd gone to bed because he knows that if he starts being an un-constructive asshole about it I'll put a stop to it.

He said Son isn't changing his underwear and was like "I KNOW I've talked to him about this AND YOU..... You have to constantly be on him about it."

When I tried to say "I don't even think about his underwear because I never see them. He comes downstairs dressed every morning." he said "You have to struggle against that compulsion."

How, after 20 years, does he still not understand that my entire day every day is struggling against that kind of thing and always has been?

There are times I want to take the whole world, hold their faces between my hands, put my face right up in theirs and say

"You don't understand.

It's not that I don't want to.

I would give almost anything to function. I don't like to be like this. I don't like to be trapped here needing someone else to keep me alive.

I.

Can't."

That Guy still doesn't understand that I can't. He thinks I choose not to. He thinks I don't care enough.

I never could think of like, that extra little something that would make something better or whatever it is that makes some people really good at aesthetics, or anything outside of what I've been told to do.

When I say "I don't exist" I can't put into words what I really mean.

I am nothing more than a worker ant.

I really do often think I should have been let to die in infancy when I couldn't keep milk down. That should have been in indicator that I wasn't fit for survival. I've been consistently miserable my whole life because of this.

[a-moth-to-the-light]

Songs of the Summer, 2023: Intro & Rules

check out #my fave songs for my (admittedly inconsistent) past best-of lists! consistency is NOT my strength, but i have so much fun writing these & i want to practice finishing what i start, so i hope you'll have fun along with me :)

Intro: A Summer-y (haha)

My listening this summer has been embarrassingly chill. It’s not that I normally dislike really soft tracks—I’m a BOL4 fan, after all—but I definitely wasn’t expecting this many of them on my favorites list, and certainly not in the top spots. I like melodrama; I like shimmery, glitzy things; I like to dance. But this list’s color palette is beige, like a day where the sun is so bright, the heat so heavy, that it just kind of washes everything out. Even most of the dance tracks here are pretty toned-down—the kind you can leave on repeat while studying. 

So, I don’t know, it just feels kind of weird. It’s not that there weren’t any big, exciting statement-songs this summer: Stray Kids and Ateez and Itzy had big, noisy releases, and I just… I don’t know, I couldn’t make myself care about them? My favorite song from the Itzy album isn’t even the cool, fast-paced rock track, which is what I usually like from them—it’s the muted, simple, repetitive “None of My Business”.  And Dreamcatcher’s album, which I think is absolutely stellar, didn’t consume my listening nearly as much as it should have this summer. Instead, I found myself drawn to sleepy indie and end-of-album ballads. Do you see why it’s kind of embarrassing?

And I don’t think it’s that I didn’t have any fun this summer. This summer was actually pretty great, especially considering my how past few summers went. Comparatively, oh my GOD this summer was absolute heaven. Hell, maybe that’s why this list is less angsty. Maybe I’m sick of the angst, and I just wanted a nice, sleepy summer to balance out the others.

Or maybe it’s NewJeans fever. I still can’t stand “Attention” (I'm SORRY), but their laid-back style did finally get to me with “Ditto”, and so my obsession with barely-there, TikTok-ready music this summer might just be a reflection of the NewJeans trend hitting me a bit late. And anyway, strange as my list turned out, I like the songs I chose a whole lot, so I do stand by it!

There was another defining trend of this summer’s music for me: Barbie movie anthems. And not just songs from the Barbie soundtrack—the movie’s super-popular, super-iconic advertising seemed to kick off a trend of unapologetically mean-girl music, arrogantly teenage in a way that I find quite fun (& good for my confidence, too, as an obnoxious, girly teenage being-thing). I loved these releases, from Aespa’s “Spicy” in the spring, to G-IDLE’s “Queencard”, to Kiss of Life’s “Shhh” (though none of these are on the list, the mean-girl vibes will definitely show up). I’ve always loved when Flo Milli took on this kind of aesthetic, so it’s really fun to see 2023 become the year of hot pink, both inside and outside of kpop. Still haven’t seen the movie, but thanks, Barbie! 

Rules

Songs on this list are from singles or albums released between May 12, my last day of spring semester, and August 21, my first day of fall semester. I hope to work in education for the rest of my life, so I figure it makes sense to let the school year determine my list! Though, because it takes so long for songs to grow on me, I’m willing to fudge the rules a bit to encompass some songs that, despite being released a bit before ‘summer’ started, were truly my Songs of the Summer anyway. 

In keeping with my tradition, I’m allowing myself 14 list entries this year (plus some honorable mentions), one for every year of school I’ve completed since kindergarten! 

Blame it on the creative writing class I’m taking this semester, but I decided to, alongside my usual description of why each entry made my list, write a little poem-thing trying to capture what each song feels like to me—not similarity in subject, but instead in atmosphere and sound, was what I was going for. So hopefully you’ll enjoy those as much as I enjoyed writing them, and hopefully they’ll be a good intro to the songs you haven’t heard of before! 

[grem-archive]

So I don't know if you'd have the time to read a specific text or not, but with the isolationism post going around now it seems like this is the most relevant time to ask? If you can't rn that's fine, I'm just curious to hear other people's thoughts on it, especially people who know more about American history than I do, because I studied Japanese history in college, and obviously compared to the isolation of Tokugawa Japan, America has never really come close to anything like that so I might be biased

Anyway, the essay I'm talking about is The Myth of American Isolationism by Bear Braumoeller, the pdf is available for free from Harvard (or it was when I checked earlier today). Nothing on his website gave me the impression he's crazy biased or super nationalistic and therefore unreliable, but I'll admit I didn't read any of his other work or anything to check

I guess what Braumoeller says just makes a lot of sense to me? I went through public school in America and had never even heard that we sent people to represent us at League of Nations meetings, especially not after we decided not to join, until I read this essay. I just remember being told we tried to cut ourselves off as much and as often as possible, but the foreign policy of the US in the 20s and 30s that Braumoeller points to and what I know of our foreign policy after that makes me feel like the US has never actually been as extreme about isolation as people make it sound?

Idk, I'm curious to hear other people's thoughts about his claims who have better knowledge of American history than I do, cause obviously my public high school didn't bother telling me that many details, and I know you gotta be careful reading about history from individual authors cause so many of them have a specific narrative they want to spin

Sorry this was so long

Apologies in advance for the length of this answer & if it's disjointed/repetitive. I've been really tired lately, but I hope it's still insightful. Take the following with a grain of salt yet an open mind.

Also to anyone with a better understanding of American foreign affairs and policy, I implore you to add to this post. Your knowledge would be greatly appreciated.

Alrighty, so I've been sitting on this one for a while. Mostly for the fact that foreign policy and international affairs are not what I study, even though often it's hand-in-hand with history. My primary study is also more geared toward archaeological conservation, field methods, and museum curation. I had to consult a friend for this who is more interested in this type of question. I would also say there are people within the fandom with a much better understanding of this than I do, and I would greatly appreciate their input on this.

It also took me a while to read the paper, which I could thankfully get through my university. No one's fault but mine. I'm easily unfocused.

I would personally argue that the United States has never been truly isolationist. Sure, we've had periods of fluctuating isolationist sentiment - something that Braumoeller even points out - but as he also rightly points out that this is relative, saying 'American isolationism' is most often challenged by the historian sect, "who tend to define isolationism by security policy," when it could be an ideology in more than one sphere of policy. It's not a cut-and-dry definition. One section of policy could ring with an isolationist leaning (no military action), but then a country stays involved in another manner (economic). One facet of public opinion could sound isolationist ("I want the US to mind its own business."), while another shows we'd rather stay involved ("But I don't want us to stop having an influence.").

In fact, I very much enjoy how Braumoeller phrases the American ability of the 1920s on the third page of the PDF: "...thanks to America's overwhelming strength, it could rely on banks rather than tanks:". Our security was economic rather than militaristic, in simpler terms. He goes on later in the paper to demonstrate how this strategy was used on more than one occasion. So, I would describe this behavior of the first half of the 20th century as non-intervention rather than isolationism.

Never have we cut our ties with the rest of the world completely nor necessarily tried to keep the world away, not even during periods often seen as isolationist. To look at a period of American history that I'm slightly more familiar with, we will use the Revolution and its aftermath as an example. I've seen it said by a fellow student that "post-colonial" America was in a state of isolation. This is untrue. Once again, this is a better described by non-intervention.

Let's look at the Barbary captives, three American merchant ships captured by "pirates" off the North African coast in 1784-1785. The Kingdom of Morocco became the first country to recognize US independence in 1777, reaching contact with us in 1778 via Ambassador Benjamin Franklin, staying in France. Sultan Mohammed ben Abdallah also secured for the Americans security of trade, saying any ship flying the American flag might be welcomed in their ports. A later treaty, the Treaty of Friendship, was signed in 1786, then ratified in 1787, both as a promise between the two states and to afford further protection to American merchants. Of course, it wasn't foolproof, as American ships were still at risk of capture by non-participant states, but this showed an American desire to still be involved with the world. This also showed a world open to this brand-new country seeking entry. The Treaty of Friendship was our first treaty with a non-European power.

Past that, we still desired to trade with other (colonial) powers, such as selling to Saint Domingue (Haiti), which only ended with the start of the Haitian Revolution in 1791. 1784 also sees the beginnings of ties with China as an independent state, with the merchant ship Empress of China returning to Massachusetts shores after a 15-month voyage. Our influx of imports and news from Britain even rose back to comparable pre-Revolution levels by the mid-1780s, especially as British merchants began to demand American customers pay their debts. I realize I'm citing trade, but trade can be political and also is a form of economic involvement.

We often quote George Washington as warning us to stay out of European affairs; yes, this is true that he warned against this. But I would look at his words from the angle of not becoming militarily involved. Looking for more companionable relations rather than flirting with gunpowder and bayonets, or even inserting ourselves politically in many ways. America still very much entertained ties to the rest of the world after the Revolution and into the next century, but we did very little to be physically involved in their sphere.

I realize I've sort of sidetracked the question, but this was the best way I could figure to answer it. So, to compare US "isolationism" to the hard isolation of Tokugawa Japan would be incorrect; the brand of "isolationism" we tend to hear about here wouldn't even be close, in my opinion. We wanted to be left alone but did not want to give up on having an influence if that makes sense. Hell, there were times when we flirted with being involved, but didn't actually do so until later or until prompted by some interest. A necessitated carrot-on-a-stick type nation, I suppose.

Also man...I guess maybe my school was the odd one out in teaching that we still sent delegates to League discussions despite not formally being a part of it. You are not the first person I've heard say this.

[artisticbunny]

(Tiredsleepytiredsleepyboredtiredsleepyboredsleepy—)

Right HELLO! I been out for a few days haha sorry ya missed me! Saturday’s my off day and I went to an art museum yesterday to see my works! (And the many others) Also been working on my hair a lot this weekend and stuff to get it done and out the way for the next month, so sorry I’m late! But I’m here now!

So! In regards to your ✨wonderful✨ tale of Whispering Willow, how about some Corey lore?! (I know I’m going for like all most abstract guys lol I was gonna make a joke in regards to fractions but later—) Half dead, ALSO BETRAYED BY HIS TEAM! Big brain enough to have a potion on hand tho! Ôwô

Was it in cold blood this time!? It sure smells like cold blood bro. No way that was fraud or frame or lies!! HIS TEAM LEFT HIM FOR DEAD!! AHHHHHHHHHH I CANT!

(But gosh dang I hope I’m wrong at the same time lol. Also writers block utterly terminated! Yeah! Random Bonus question too tho: anything ur working on currently? Just school or something more? If it’s a secret that’s cool of course, but if it’s shareable I’d like to know! :D Oki I’ll buzz off now lol I need to finish an essay before I get marked down ^^” keep being awesome as always! Love ya Bun! <333)

Sorry for how long it took to answer this!!! I’ve been busy too >w<

Tw for gore, because Corey DEFINITELY didn’t get away unscathed!!!

Cory’s story isn’t super complex, they mostly just wanted to provide for their family!

Corey was an adventurer for hire, in simplest terms. He would go and join other adventuring teams for short quests. They never really stuck with a single group for longer than one or two quests, always on the move, and only taking a fairly small cut of the reward as compensation. Corey’s mentality is that others have families they need to feed too, he doesn’t need as much for his small family than others may need for theirs. His family consists of his mother and his little sister. he loves them dearly. Corey knows the work they do is dangerous, but he genuinely enjoys what he does, and is the main breadwinner of his family.

When Corey was betrayed and left for dead in Dread Caverns, everyone thought they died. His mother and sister were distraught. They tried to murder him so they could have just that little bit more of the money. It was their greed that pushed them to commit murder. Obviously, they told the guild it was an accident in the cave that lead to his death.

Though nobody knew, Corey WAS still alive, technically. He tried for months to find a way to get out, but with his limited range of movement, it proved too difficult to climb out of the caves on his own. Though there was ONE good outcome from his being betrayed: now having no heartbeat, he was basically invisible to the beasts that roamed the cave system. The same beasts that feed off of the fear of their prey. The first person to find him came soon after they realized this. Some random adventurer, trying to collect minerals and resources from the cave in order to study it’s properties. Corey tried approaching this person to ask for help, but as soon as he stepped closer, they freaked out. Corey is, quite literally, walking death. He has his head smashed in, cuts all over him, his lip split in half, dried blood running down his face, and even the limping walk of a zombie. To be completely fair, seeing him come at you in a dark cave like that, I don’t really blame the guy for practically pissing his pants! It doesn’t really help that Corey is partially mute, only really able to get out short sentences at a time, so on top of it all, he was completely silent walking forward XD

The adventurer practically bolted out of the cave after that, and told the guild. Thus birthed the rumor of the “King of Fear”, believed to be behind the properties of Dread Caverns.

Many would come over the next few years, none of them willing to listen to reason. They tried to kill Corey. Out of self defense, Corey ended up killing them.

He would rack up quite the kill count before Brook came along. Corey hates what he’s had to do, and hates that he’s begun to kind of like it in a twisted weird way. They hate themself because of this. They feel evil. They think they’ve started going insane. Being isolated in the dark for years with only the occasional battle, it was akin to torture.

Brook, even while terrified out of her mind, was the first one to actually stop and listen to him. She helped him to escape and finally see the light of day after years underground.

Here’s the boy!!!

To answer your last question, yeah I’m mostly working on schoolwork right now haha! But I’m also working on a new profile picture since the one I have currently was originally made for Halloween XD I’ll finish it soon and post it for you guys to see when it’s done!

[boebluewrites555]

Hey Xenites. I am posting this chapter today and super excited about where things go from here. I am so sorry it’s been such a long time coming, I’ve just been going through a lot lately but I’m excited to update again soon, hopefully tonight. I hope that you enjoy this and thank you so much for all of your support!! Anyways let me know if you are still enjoying this! I really love to see your comments, they truly make my day! <3

“Gabrielle, it’s going to be ok. I promise. How about you stay with me for a while, that way if he even so much as dares to come near you, we’ll kick him where it hurts together?” Xena asked as she rubbed soothing circles on the dancers back.

Gabrielle looked up at her with tears in her eyes. “A-are you sure that’s ok Xena? I wouldn’t want to impose…”

But Xena gently wiped Gabrielle’s tear stained cheeks. “Of course it’s ok, your always welcome in my home Gabrielle.”

Gabrielle tried to hold back a blush at that, but soon realised that red would colour her cheeks and ears no matter weather she wanted it too or not around Xena.

When they got back to Xena’s place they ordered take out and watched some movies to try take Gabrielles mind off of the call. After she had fallen asleep quite late, Xena had carried her to her bed and tucked her in, opting to sleep close by on her couch so as not to push her into anything she hadn’t asked for yet, but when Gabrielle had stirred at 1 am, asking for Xena, she had gladly obliged as she put an arm around her and snuggled into the woman she loved.

The next morning Xena had woken up to find Gabrielle had made her breakfast in bed to thank her for allowing her to stay over.

Xena had grinned at the special treatment and said that she was welcome always, and when Gabrielle had insisted that she needed to go to work despite everything, she had made sure to drop her off and had offered as well to pick her up after work.

The whole time Xena was out on her patrol she couldn’t help but to feel worried about Gabrielle. What if Lila’s partner knew where she worked? What if he kidnapped her or worse? Xena should be there to make sure that didn’t happen.

But at the same time she wanted to respect Gabrielles wishes and she knew that she shouldn’t smother her. Not to mention the fact that she was clearly able to take care of herself. But Xena was in love with her, so not being worried, was simply not a possibility right now.

When Xena had gotten back from her patrol and had made the coffee she so desperately needed, Cyrene had noticed her mood and came up to speak to her.

“What’s up my warrior girl?” She asked, and Xena felt a little spaced out at the comment, as if the word warrior had somehow meant something to her that she couldn’t quite place.

“Just worried about Gabrielle. She’s going through a lot right now and I wish I could just do something about it. But I have to respect her wishes.”

Cyrene nodded and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“It’s always tough being a cop and knowing that you could fix a situation, but also not wanting to overstep with the people you love. I hear you sweetie, but I’m sure everything will workout for the best and if anything does happen, I’m positive you’ll be able to help.”

Xena tried to manage a smile, she knew that Cyrene was probably right, but she still couldn’t help being concerned.

It made her wish that she was in a different time, where being a, as Cyrene had called it, warrior was the Norm and she could just go find this douche bag and make him back off.

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Gabrielle had been super busy that day, as was normal for the school holiday rush, but she had of course welcomed the work that took her mind off of Drake’s call.

However when it had come time to head home… we’ll back to Xena’s place, Gabrielle stiffened as she picked up her phone when it once again rang, hoping that it was just Xena.

But it wasn’t Xena. It was Drake.

“Hi there little mouse. I have a message for you and I’m pretty sure you will want to hear it. I have the one you love so much and I don’t plan on letting her go without you doing something for me first.”

Gabrielles heart sped up it’s pace in her chest as she tried to control her breathing.

“Drake if you hurst a hair on Xena’s head I swear I’ll-“

But the man just laughed.

“Now now little mouse, I won’t her your love, just as long as you come to meet me and do whatever I want you to. Than you have my word that I will let her go.”

Gabrielle tensed at that but tried to hold her resolve. She would do anything to save Xena, even if that meant that she would be harmed herself.

“Ok, just tell me where to go and I’ll be there.”

Drake laughed again as he gave her the address and Gabrielle made hast.

When her bud had arrived at the correct street, there was at least a five minute walk before she would get to her destination.

She frantically looked around, hoping that she would find something to help her in the fight she knew was coming, and when she saw a long piece of branch that had fallen from a tree, she quickly picked it up hoping that her apparent skill with a staff would kick in when she needed it.

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As soon as Xena had finished up her day shift, she made her way straight to Gabrielles studio to pick her up from work. But when she found the studio all locked up she panicked.

‘It’s probably fine. She probably just finished early and went home or to my place first.’ Xena tried to calm her racing thoughts as she jumped back in her car and drive to Gabrielles apartment.

She wasn’t there.

Now Xena was getting really concerned and when she got to her own flat and realised that Gabrielle wasn’t there either she really began to panic.

Where would she go? What if she was being hurt or worse by Lila’s partner?!!

Xena began to drive around the town hopelessly looking for her love but she didn’t know where to look. If she was right about her hunch and Drake had gotten to her, she had no idea where he would have gone.

Just as Xena parked on the side of the ride and punched her wheel in frustration, causing the vehicle to beep and pedestrians to quickly shuffle away in fear, she heard her phone ding.

Of course she had tried calling Gabrielle, but she hadn’t been able to get through, but now as she opened up her phone with bated breath, she only needed to read the text once to know exactly what she needed to do.

‘Help east docks.’ Is all it said.

Xena put her sirens on and sped as fast as she could in the direction of Gabrielle.

[studestael]

Hello! ❄️

No worries that you didn't have time to reply, it's all fine! And I'm sorry I took a bit to reply now, the past few days just got kinda busy!

Ooh, that is quite the coincidence! But then you know now exactly what I mean ☺️ I'm on the Swedish westcoast, so closer to Denmark. I've actually never been to Norway! Always been going south 😅 Did you enjoy Oslo? Was it your first time there?

I'm not gonna "cheat" and translate the word I'm unsure of so I hope I answer your question correctly (and correct me if I'm wrong, hehe). I studied French in school, step 1 and 2 from grade 6-9 and then step 3 and 4 in the gymnasium. After that I haven't used it much so I've forgotten a bit, but then I started to work as a substitute teacher and get to fill in for French teachers from time to time (actually had to take over the classes at a school for a whole semester once too!) so I've brushed up my skills a bit! But of course it's only now and then - I need to find a way to practice regularly if I'm gonna get better. I keep meaning to, but it's hard to get the routine in! My best friend in Lyon is fluent in french (she's doing her doctorate in it, dear god) but we only talk about once a month and tend to have a lot to talk about then so we stick to Swedish. (I'm trying to think of something to write in french now but can't think of anything relevant that I could form a sentence on right now...). Do you have any TV series or films in french that you'd recommend?

Oh, "I Want You" is definitely another favourite of mine! Abbey Road is so good, definitely my favourite album alongside Sgt. Pepper! I love when you manage to turn a friend on to something you love, it feels extra rewarding <3

Oh, that's so awesome! For how long have you been playing and singing? Do you do it professionally? Play in a band? Ah, multi-artist - what kind of stories do you write? I was told growing up that I was good at drawing (and both my parents are rather good), but for some reason I just never had much interest in it, I'm not sure why. These days I sometimes wish I had practiced more, cause I have so many images and scenes in my head that I want to get out but don't always have the patience to write out, and I envy those who can just pick up a pencil and make it appear on the paper! What kind of motives do you like to draw?

I write too, from time to time (these days mainly fanfic). I've been dancing since I was little, and acting as well. I love music but have never got to study it at a deeper level or learning an instrument (only the basics of piano and guitar), but I've decided it's not too late and so took a uni course in music theory during the summer. I want to take a course in piano in the spring but don't know if I'll have time. My problem is that I'm interested in so many things and have a hard time focussing on the one or two 😅 I have a bachelor in film studies but have done some practical filmmaking/media production too (I LOVE editing) and have a diploma in film acting. But the good part about diving into so many different things is that you soon notice they're all connected, and knowing many subjects on at least a basic level gives you a deeper understanding of them all! It's just annoying that you can't go super deep into AAAALL of them xD

Haha I get you, I absolutely hate typing on my phone x) I hope you have had a great trip! (Or are having, if you're still travelling!) What other places did you visit?

hiiiii no worries to you too :) i've never been to norway before! i went to finland some years ago, but never sweden though! oslo was great! especially a little further north of the city, where there are mountains and snow!! we stayed there for only a few days, i got back home this tuesday. it wasn't a relaxing trip so this week was very tiring and i'm SO relieved to finally be in weekend.

dear god, as you say ahahah. i'm aware french is a very very difficult language to learn and i'm glad i didn't get to "learn" it as foreigners have to. i take my hat off to you all who are learning french, really! as for my swedish, i only know "god dag min vän" ahah

i mainly watch american series actually but there's a short black and white cartoon series called "samuel" that's very sweet and i recommend it! i know i liked "au service de la france" that talks about secret services in france during the 50s, it's a series with a very french humor. and also the series "drôle" that talks about parisian comedy clubs and stand-up comedians, it's very well written and nice to watch. unfortunately the two last series i recommended have never been finished...

as for french movies, of course if you haven't watched "amelie" ("le fabuleux destin d'amélie poulain" in french), you should! it's sweet and fun :) it romantcizes paris a lot but it's indeed a pretty city every now and then so here you go! i also recommend the movie "les choristes", it's really nice and touching

please recommend swedish movies/series/bands to me!! i have a spotify playlist with "international" songs (it means to me songs that are in other languages than french, english, spanish and portuguese which are the more common languagues in the songs i tend to listen) and i have a few swedish songs but i want more :^)

i feel like we have so much in common ahahah! i've been playing the piano since i'm 6 and singing approximately since i'm 12. the last 4 years, i've studied jazz in a conservatory because i wanted to professionalize but i gave up cause it asked to much work and i'm too lazy i guess haha i also used to do theatre and i acted in 2 or 3 plays but not anymore. i mainly write stupid comic stories, and also i like to write in roleplay communities! yeah, same, i'm not THAT good at drawing, i like to draw but i always have to have references with me, i struggle to draw by memory or so. i worked on a project with a friend of mine and i redrew 4 album covers, including rubber soul among others :^)

who/what are your fanfictions about? if you're willing to talk about it :)

bye snowflake, see you soon!

[nobodysdaydreams]

@lemondropletters YES. Thank you Ember! This made my whole evening.

And because I don't know when to quit...

There is a musical episode. It could play into the Theater kid Nathaniel Benedict angle, but instead it grinds the plot to a halt and you just know whatever musical they’re parodying is full of adult themes that make it so uncomfortable to watch when you remember the kids are suppose to be middle school/high schoolers.

After Curtain's redemption arc, the writers don't know what to do with his character. So they just make him a villain again. And he apologizes again. And then he's a villain again. Rinse repeat. (Again, it's been a long time, but recall that happening with Rumpelstiltskin in OUAT for a while). Over time, it makes Curtain less forgivable and likeable, and it makes the other characters look really stupid for trusting him.

As mentioned, the ten men are all corrupt cops on the police force getting paid off by Curtain not to bust his drug operation.

In addition to what I mentioned about Sticky earlier and his "growing up handsome" phase, I'm going to ruin the character further (sorry Sophie). After he "glows up and grows handsome", he makes a point to meanly reject and/or cheat on Jillson, Kate, and Martina, because if any of them wanted a healthy relationship with him, they should have given him a chance when he was a "nice guy" instead of doing other things like...being his friend, being in middle school or just not wanting a relationship at the time. Too late now ladies, you missed out. They had their chance and they blew it. The writers do this to try to make Sticky's character look super cool. He becomes the biggest jerk in the show.

Reynie's angsty monologues get blander and worse every episode. Here's some dialogue for his character: "There we were again. Another year in Stonetown. Just like any other and yet different in so many ways. Sticky, my best friend, had somehow become Mr. Popular and Dewey's biggest competition on the football field. Constance and Auguste were going steady and got internships working in Dr. Garrison's lab so that took up most of their time. As for me and Kate, after our fifth breakup she left Stonetown to go back to the circus. But that suits me just fine. I'm a lone wolf. I always have been. I always will be. It's how I like it. It's who I'm meant to be. Whoever said "no man is an island" clearly never met me. I was born to roam this earth alone."

SQ does the thing where they can't get the actor back for a season and he comes back being like "My dad sent me to boarding school for a whole year, but jokes on him because I met some guys there, and long story short? I'm running a rival drug dealing business". Instead of using this as an opportunity for proper angst that's deserved (Curtain freaking out and feeling remorse because his crimes have led his son to the dangerous world of drug dealing and criminal activity), Curtain finds out and yells at SQ for trying to destroy him and ruin his business and the main focus is their rival drug rings, with zero concern being given to the fact that SQ is now doing drugs.

The adults have so many ridiculous plotlines that make them look irresponsible and immature. The adults in MBS are quirky sure, but that's not the same thing as being immature. Garrison and Curtain have full scream fights in front of SQ and all around the Institute even though they just get back together every time. Nicholas puts insane amounts of pressure on the children to create more drama to the point where he's completely unlikeable. Jeffers encourages his team to take performance enhancing drugs.

I apologize for nothing :)

There should be, like, evil fic exchanges.

Where you take a list of things that bug someone (Not something that scares them!! Nothing triggering!!! Just mildly irritating) and then try and write the most annoying fic you can, designed specifically for that person