#they thought I was lying about my whole timezone and everything

[patchiko]

comic!jason todd x m!indie rock singer/guitarist reader

cold weather - glass beach

1:08 ──⚬──── 2:18

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🪐⁠☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ warnings ; sfw (none)

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🪐⁠☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ contents ; hc’s totally not based off glass beach lyrics haha thats so cheesy whaat lololo…

I love the way you make me feel when I’m staring at my screen.

At 4AM, trying not to fall asleep

And you hit me up just to see if I’m OK

JASON TODD CODED SOOO BAAADD

literally how the crushes form for both sides

jason has like an inner psyche where he just fuckin knows when youre awake

if you ask him he’ll probably say something stupid like ‘i can hear your (guitar)/(voice)’ and he’s nowhere around you

and his heart throbs whenever you two stay texting for waayy tooooo loonggg, starts cheesing and shit

NEERRRDD

average jason todd text

When I keep you up sending Mamegoma Lines

You know it's shit like that that makes me wanna be alive

JASON TODD CODED LINE. CANON CANON.

he responds through his helmet while he’s kicking ass

it gets so common to a point where he ends up having a full blown convo w/ you using those stupid fuckin stickers

bug him late at night !!

he’ll tell you to gts but he’d be lying if he says it doesn’t make his heart melt when u send him these little fucks.

So I'll call in sick again just to spend the day with you

100% he’ll call a day off to hang with you

whether its showing up to your show then hitting a bar, 100%,

i need jason todd in a relationship where he just drops everything for his s/o,

fuck the mission!! he wants to listen to those fucking vocals for an hour or you shredding ur guitar!!

he’s fucking around in an arcade with you till 11pm

hes a little ass at mario kart, better with motorcycle games,

BRING HIM TO ANY SHOOTER ONES WHERE U HOLD THE GUN AND UR GETTING WAAAASHHHEDD.

he has the most fun with the halo ones or the walking dead ones

weirdly good at the multiplayer pacman games

AMAZING AT GALAXIA ILL DIE ON THIS HILLL

Wanna say I think it's so gay that we really both feel the same way

That I feel like we're more than just friends

It took too long to realize

I didn't miss the cold weather, I just missed you

Jason was never homophobic and or totally against the idea of him being gay

i dont think he was ever in a gay relationship b4 you two

bc most of the vigilante guys he met were trying to fight him or absolute dick heads,

n’ most of the male figures in his life weren’t the absolute best.

so there wasn’t tooo much room for crushing on a guy too easily

if you’d ask him abt his sexuality its smthn like ‘i think im straight but i dunno what if im not.’

heres how i think it starts ;)

you’re preforming at a bar, n’ ofc jason todd can admit when a guys cute/attractive, any guy could do that

and maybe its ur guitar or your vocals but he cant stop watching (he convinces himself its your talent which is reasonably not gay)

maybe one coincidence leads to another and you two chat and go out at times, he pulls up to your shows more.

and the whole time he thinks he’s just acknowledging that your a very attractive person,

notthin crazy to admit ya homie has mad kisssble lips after starin at them for a sec too long. lol. haha. hm.

and i think the thought really hits him when he’s out of gotham for a mission. and he’s craving your presence

he texts you but you dont respond, fuck right you have a show and the timezone difference—

n he gets fuckin, ANTSY and SAD.

he tries to smoke a cig to fuck off

but he cant stop thinking about that one night where he brings you to his favorite rooftop view of the city,

how those sly stupid jokes slip from your mouth like honey,

the way you glance at him and the moonlight on your skin

how he got that random need to just lean into your lips

and— (GAY REALIZATION PANICC) <- link

'Cause I don't need the cold weather like I need you

And I don't need the sweater weather I just need you

Na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na

Na na na na na na na

Fuck! Hahahaha

hes unlabeled your honor.

[xxsycamore]

𝐉𝐄 𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐒 . . . CHEVALIER X READER

► The stroke of midnight is soon to mark the arrival of your birthday, and all you can think about is Chevalier. He's yet to return home.

• rating: G • wordcount: 1,045 • masterlist • title taken from a namesake song by patrick watson, "I'll leave you words"

a/n: This fic is a gift for a dear friend of mine who has a birthday today (perhaps in a couple more hours in her timezone, but shhh...), @aquagirl1978 . Dear Aqua, you deserve the world, all my best wishes wouldn't be enough...thank you for being here, for all that you do for us. I'm not lying when I say that it's because of you that this place feels like home, I'm glad to have met you. I hope you can have many more wonderful moments of enjoying your favorite things, many moments of inspiration for your lovely works, many moments of laughter and many, many smiles. For starters, have a great day today, and I hope this little fic can add to the good mood! 🎉🎉🎉❤❤❤

Night has fallen over Rhodolite, draping it in its deep royal blue, a cloak of the richest kings for the town to slumber calmly underneath. It appears that this king has allowed an act of carelessness - all the gold coins from his pouch have spilled onto the sea of dark blue, rolling down far, so far that they've become miniature to the eye. Come morning, he'd send for them to be collected; right now, they're yours to admire.

The veil of clouds is thick yet you've spotted that little gap from where the tiny starts are twinkling down at you, and your gaze stays glued there as you wander off in thoughts.

You breathe in the scent of the closing page of today, and it bites back from within your lungs; the air is cold, of course it is, it's winter out there and you're wandering off into the cruel weather underdressed. This innocent little tip-toeing to the terrace is not without a reason, though admiring the night sky is more of an afterthought. You simply here with the idea that the chilly air would help awaken you a little.

Chevalier is still not back, and the clock is close to hitting midnight. You've purposely kept yourself busy until now, not wishing to go to bed without waiting for him first.

It's not that you put some sense of grandiosity to the occasion; you're not the one to demand such things, much less from your lover who has enough on his mind already. He might have forgotten even, and still you won't blame him for it - after all, you are getting something out of it. A negligible amount of selfishness, wanting for him to be the first you see on your birthday. A kiss, afterwards. You needn't even tell him, at least until the morning, when he's rested from yesterday's hardships and you can embed the thought of you in some distant corner of his refreshed mind to do with as he sees fit. You don't need lavish celebrations or all of Rhodolite's roses at your feet. A kiss after midnight will do.

You fail to suppress an yawn, despite priding yourself in having mastered that field under the stern eye of Sariel. The puff of warm air that comes with it is another waste of precious body warmth and you start missing the big and comfy bed for a whole another reason besides sleep. In record time the terrace is behind you, the dress discarded somewhere with the last remains of the coldness clinging to it - because you're already in your nightgown, all snuggled up in bed.

You hug what you call the "Chevie pillow" because of its yellow-beige tassels reminding you of his blonde hair. Having just come from outside, it's not too hard to imagine it sharing some kind of warmth with you - everything is warmer than your body right now, after all.

But with warmth comes sleepiness. As your last resort, some stubborn simpleton you are, you feel around on your nightstand for the book you've been reading. It's not some breath-hitching story able to keep you up all night as you were familiar with those, and thus you didn't pick it up sooner, but now… if you were to fall asleep, it wouldn’t be too bad to do it in the company of good book.

A distant sound of a bell comes to your ears, the stroke of midnight as you're used to hearing it. It takes a second or two even for you to realize.

You cuddle the Chevie pillow closer to your chest, imagination fast at work to paint a picture where Chevalier were able to return on time. Maybe it would've slipped from your mouth by now, you're not too good at keeping secrets. Maybe he would've given you that rare wide-eyed gaze enough to get lost in the irises of icy blue. Maybe, right after, a kiss.

It's not a sad thought, no, no, no! Now that the hands of the clock have aligned, the tension has dissipated, it seems. Now or in another hour, Chevalier is returning home, he is returning to you, he's slipping under the covers of your shared bed, and joining you in your dreams. Given that you would be dreaming by then.

Right, the book. You curl your toes under the comforter, feeling silly about the fact that you tried everything yet it was some daydreaming about your lover that finally lifted the slumber from your heavy eyelids somewhat. Taking a comfortable reading position, you open your book at the page where your bookmark faithfully waits for you.

Only, it's not the bookmark that you find there.

You take the note that was cleverly disguised as the familiar item and take a careful look at it under the light. Unfolding it, the breath refuses to come out of your lungs until you've made sure.

It's Chevalier's writing.

To the simpleton reading this well into the night,

Happy Birthday.

These two words on paper fail as a means to congratulate you, as I'd much rather be holding you in my arms right now. Even if I can tell they're most likely enough to make you smile this very moment.

Instead of waiting for me, I suggest you get some sleep. It would be best if you're well-rested for tomorrow.

Chevalier.

Tears fill the corners of your eyes, and you know the Chevie pillow will get to shine again as a replacement for the real thing, catching your tears as you bury your face in it. Instead of a coherent string of thoughts revolving around the fact that he remembered and moreover thought of such a clever way to surprise you, or the promises of the coming day, you make some kind of noise into the pillow that you're for once glad Chevalier is not around to hear and comment on. You stand like that for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe, think, anything.

You haphazardly shut the book with a thud and shove it somewhere in the nightstand, extinguishing the light and curling up onto your side clutching into your beige-colored loyal companion.

There is just one thing now.

How are you supposed to fall asleep?!

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[daisiesonafield-blog]

Your trusty Venice anon here! Just walked out of the first screening so there will be some spoilers ahead. Let me start by saying that applause was very tepid, and what I found odd is that it started several seconds after the title card, like someone remembered that we were supposed to applaud. Not a great sign.

Outside, what I mostly heard was confusion. People asking each other what the ending was and just going over some plot points that were confusing. I saw one girl vehemently go after Olivia and calling her a fake feminist, and one guy commented “the normies are going to love it” which I found very funny. Also lots of people commenting on Harry’s accent and him being British in the film, and mocking how that is explained in the story.

Now, my two cents on the film. It LOOKS great, starts out sleek and compelling, but then it folds onto itself and the last act is just very weak in my opinion. Lots of plot holes and things that aren’t really explained properly. Also Alice’s descent into madness is kind of repetitive and the pacing is off in the middle half. Poor Florence carries the whole damn thing and it pains me to say that one of the weakest things about the film is Harry. He is not bad per say but just somehow blank? I don’t know how to explain it but it’s like his alien charm doesn’t translate well? It’s like he’s out of focus (not literally of course) and his character is just sort of blank when it really should be the center of it all. Also, his look for the “real life” scenes is really something, the internet is going to go nuts. In general, i feel like his star power is much less than what anyone anticipated, and is completely wiped out by Florence’s. Just one last thing even though I might think of more stuff later on, those notorious sex scenes are among the least sexy I’ve seen. Not sure if it’s because that is clearly the first time that man has had his head or his hands between a woman’s legs or because their chemistry is a bit off, but they feel rushed and performative, like they were put there just to be able to say they are. Come to think of it, the whole film kind of feels like that.

Dear lovely Venice anon!

Thank you for coming back! Apologies for taking so long to post these, timezones and all.

Honestly, what Olivia has been trying to portray this movie as, and what this movie is actually like are entirely different things. I think she is so full of herself, and so obsessed with sex, making everything "sexy", and pushing that dated "edgy" 2000s over sexualization of women, that she is unable to actually go beyond it to explain her own movie. Her narrative for promotion is entirely disconnected from what she is actually promoting.

About the alleged sex scene she was denied to include in the trailer: I think she was lying. Again, to continue her disconnected sex campaign. Everyone who saw the test screenings of the movie said that the only 2 sex scenes are the ones that *are* in the trailer. There is no additional sex scene that didn't get to be in the trailer. She lied in order to push her sex campaign and be edgy. That was her whole point in that interview. Saying that society are puritans and don't want to see female pleasure or women enjoying sex. And she proved her point by bringing up this non-existent sex scene that's not even in the final cut of the movie. All of this, again, has nothing to do with the movie. It's just the only thing her brain thinks of at all times.

I'm sad that Harry may be getting the worst of it in reviews. I hope critics and the public can see the poor direction he got from Olivia, and how that translated into this "blank" performance next to Florence's.

Also, Olivia was there? I thought she would only be at the later screening? Who called her a fake feminist? A fan, a journalist or rando person?

Thank you so much for coming back and telling us your experience! If you have more details, please do let us know!

[s4ijoh]

meet me halfway (across the globe). suna rintarou

SUNA RINTAROU X GN! READER

GENRE: slice of life; facetime call; fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.4k+

WARNINGS: established relationship; mentions of stress

in which suna is somewhere far away…

[10:22] rin: “you up?”

[10:23] rin: “big game tomorrow morning.”

[10:23] rin: “cant’ sleep. need to see u.”

the phone buzzing on the bedside table startles you out of your morning somnolence. the empty spot in bed next to you feels a weird type of unfamiliar. you drowsily stretch your arms out, reaching for the ringing device while dragging out a loud yawn.

you are taken aback by surprise once you take a look at the numbers displayed on your phones lock screen: 10:25am. its already past midnight in his timezone. he shouldn’t be up this late.

swiping through your phone's screen, you waste no time in dialling his number once you come across the green facetime icon and luckily, it is only a brief moment until he is picking up and oh boy are you met with a sight to behold. if it werent for your concern, you could’ve just stayed there, marvelling in awe at your boyfriend, sitting shirtless against the headboard in all his glory. his pale skin is gleaming a beautiful shade of orange under the dim light of the table lamp thus reminiscing a statue made of gold; his tousled, black feathery hair sticking in all different directions yet with just a few loose strands cascading down the sides of his temple and framing his face in such way that made him look effortlessly handsome.

he looked as beautiful as ever. however, despite the apparent picture perfect scenario, you would be a fool not to notice the clear signs of restlessness showcased on his features nonetheless.

“sorry, did i wake you?” suna apologizes tenderly with a doting frown on his face once he notices your lids still heavy with vestiges of somnolence just barely peeking from the bottom of the screen. your phone is propped up on your chest, the lower half of your face hidden away from him as you refuse to get up from your comfortable position laying under the warm blankets.

“dont worry about it, baby.” you hurriedly push his apologies aside whilst rubbing the sleep off your eyes to try and not make him feel too bad about it “you know you can call me anytime. im always waiting for you on the other end whenever you need me”

he offers you a subtle smile, although its odd — its weak, not sincere. it is not the usual signature smirk with a teasing remark on the side you earn whenever you say something cheesy. it is also hard to miss the darkening spots growing under his tired eyes, his usual sparkly green orbs now nearing dull, heavy with underlying frustration. it made it all crystal clear.

rintarou is not an outwardly emotional person and definitely not one to voice his concerns. his pleas for help were often left unspoken and it takes a sharp eye to see through his unwavering surface. for the most part, the blank expression he's seen wearing most of the time did a pretty good job at shielding his feelings yet his eyes often betrayed him.

he had taken off a couple days ago to somewhere foreign for an important match. you know how sometimes, before a decisive match takes place, he lets pressure get to that pretty head of his and relies on you to keep him grounded and soothe his racing mind. for the longest time, he had been capable of keeping his emotions at bay and deal with his troubles on his own but ever since you came around, rintarou found himself growing selfish and craving your comfort, finding solace in your reassuring words and warm embrace.

you miss the old days when your lover was just at an arm's length and all it took was for him to say the word for you to drop everything and come running to his house, to hold him in your arms and make it all feel better. you remember people in highschool claiming suna was bound to fade into the background given his lazy tendencies and lack of enthusiasm. (what a waste of potential, they would say) suna would shrug. he never payed any mind to it — you praised him on his unshakable nature. it should be a major ego boost for rintarou to know that, not that many years later and against the spiteful tongues of some of your classmates, he made a name for himself as a first division professional volleyball player, thus proving them wrong.

however, he still has quite a few demons to tame inside his head. one of which was self-doubt.

you let your eyes roam his tired features for a moment. “you need to get out of your head, rin”

suna knew you could read him like an open book. you made him feel vulnerable under your scrutinizing gaze. he felt exposed. to have you stare directly into his naked soul was intimidating, more so than to have you stare at his nude body, like you have done dozens of times before. but just like you did with his body, you had taken your time to get to know every corner of his soul. you knew him like the palm of your hand — both mind and body.

“i know.” he tears his gaze away from yours, looking down while running a hand through his disheveled hair and down to scratch his neck in frustration. “tell me how have your days been?”

the silence of his hotel room was eating him whole and he needed you to distract him. most of the time, suna was fond of the silence. after a rough day he found comfort in laying down in his bed and basking in the quiet. he found peace in it. sometimes it was in the quietness of his own little world that he found the solution to his problems. but upon your arrival to that mysterious world of his, your voice soon became his favorite sound. he craved you to fill in the silence that he once treasured.

and so he listens. suna listens as you talk throughout the night (who would’ve guessed you had just woken up), rambling on about your days as other trivial things — namely how you could never get used to starting the day without his morning cuddles. he found it endearing how you seemed to speak enough for the two of you. he was a man of few words so he was lucky to have found someone to fill in the silence for him. and so he listens until his eyes start progressively feeling heavy, your voice lulling him to sleep.

“hey, baby” he calls in a barely audible raspy voice. suna lays down on his side under the cold unwelcoming bed sheets, holding his phone next to his face on the pillow “put your pretty face on the phone”

a soft smile crawls its way up to your flushed face at his sugar coated words, his voice although drowsy sounding sweeter than saccharin. you were so lost in the lovely image of him that you failed to notice that your face was barely on the frame, just your eyes peeking shyly from the bottom of the screen.

you shuffle in bed, turning on your side to mirror his position. its almost as if you’re not a hundred miles apart and he's lying right next to you, if you squint hard enough.

“there you are” he mumbles weakly under his breath, a loving smile on his pillowy rosy lips that you miss dearly.

his eyes appear weary through the screen yet he never fails to look at you with the utmost love. dumbfounded, you wordlessly stare at each other as you fall into a comfortable silence that is however, filled with a hundred unspoken words.

his love is quiet, hesitant at times but never shallow. he felt deeply and feared he wasn't the best to put it into words so sometimes, his love, it hides beyond lingering stares and shy touches. it remained unuttered most of the time but words are futile when he has shown his devotion to you countless times before.

“hey rin. you think you can go to sleep, now?” you notice him fighting the urge to let his eyes close shut, battling to stay awake for a little longer to try and memorize your face for later so he can dream of you tonight.

he simply nods with his eyes shut, too sleepy to pronounce a single word.

“call me tomorrow after the game, alright?” he nods yet again, noticeably starting to drift away at last but not before muttering a quiet i love you before the last hint of consciousness leaves his body, eliciting a tender smile from you.

“i love you, rin. ill meet you in your dreams tonight.”

[a/n]: so! writing this fic made me realize that im undeniably in love with suna and he now owns a 51% share of my heart. (oikawa. ill never forget you. its not you its me (suna) maybe its time i move on. 🤒 jk jk ill have both pls and ty 🥰)

anyways ye i guess im back from my mini hiatus (as a full suna whore) :))

this is honestly a word dump, initially this was supposed to be like... what.. 500 words long? i just thought of the prompt “put your pretty face on the phone” and the rest is just me pouring my love for him into words ah-ha. (you probably noticed how it is unnecessarily cheesy 🙄)

just for the record!! i havent finished season 4 just yet 🐸 lmao. i took inspiration off of nooras (@/inarzki) characterization of suna because she was the one who made me fall in love with him in the first place.

[dameronology]

tea and whiskey {jack daniels x reader} - 6

summary: despite his best efforts, it appears as though you're completely slipping through jack's fingers. it appears as though he has no choice but to put everything out on the table in a last ditch attempt to keep you by his side. {series masterlist}

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, mentions of death

this one's a bit of a rollercoaster, but i promise it's fun <3

- jazz xx

You'd told Jack that things between you were fine.

They didn't feel as much.

You had meant it when you'd said it - it was just that the more you thought about it and the more you pondered on your concerns, the more worried you became. Did you even know Jack Daniels at all? His mysteriousness had been attractive at first but the closer you got to him, the more you found yourself wanting to hold him at an arm's length until you had your answers. When the situation between you had been a co-workers-with-benefits affair, it hadn't mattered so much. But now, you'd agreed it was something more intense, something more meaningful. Was it unfair to think that you deserved to know a little more? To get a more substance than just it's fine, trust me?

Whilst you hadn't wanted it to get in the ways of things, you couldn't help it. It hadn't changed anything the first few days after your conversation about where you stood, or about his seeming vendetta against Ginger, but the more you thought about it, the more it got to you. It had been almost 2 weeks since then, and you'd spent most of the second one lying to him. Telling him you had to call Eggsy, or your mum, or that you had to work late to get some paperwork done for Merlin.

Tonight had been no different - it was a Friday, the last six of which you had spent at Jack's. You'd given him some ridiculous waffle about timezones and reporting to the Kingsman. He had seemed to believe it; if he didn't, he'd chosen not to comment on it.

You were sat in your shared office, heels kicked to one side and feet propped up on the table. There was a glass of wine in one hand and your phone in the other (you were exchanging memes with Eggsy), and an episode of the The Crown playing on your computer. It was a nice way of getting your mind off of the situation with Jack, and the fact that you had a mountain of Calahan-related paperwork.

"So, this is the important meeting that you ditched me for?"

You froze at the sound of Jack's voice. He was leant against the doorway, arms folded over his chest and a look on his face that didn't seem too far off of pissed. Your first instinct was to lie, but the urge quickly faded. What was the point? He'd already caught you in one. Might as well just rip it off like a band-aid.

"I lied."

"That's clear as fucking day." Jack shot back. "Am I boring you all of a sudden?"

"Jack." You sighed. "I just needed some space to think."

"I thought we were good?" His brown eyes fell to the floor. "What's with all the lying? I admire your brutal honesty."

"I was only brutally honest with people I didn't mind hurting." You paused your laptop, pulling your feet down from the desk. "I care about you and I don't want to hurt you-"

"- I have pretty thick skin." He cut you off. "Be honest - you have my blessing."

"I thought I was okay with how intense things were getting," you began. "But the more, I think about it, the more I'm not sure."

Jack's face fell. "That's why you've suddenly been distant these past two weeks, huh?"

"Yeah." You nodded.

"What brought this on?"

You were silent.

"I know." Jack sighed. "It's the thing with Ginger, isn't it?"

"Not just that." You said. "You asked me to trust you and I agreed to, but I'm not sure I do."

"What have I ever done to make you not trust me?"

"Nothing, but that's my problem." You replied. "This is all on me."

"It sure as hell is." He sniffed. "If you want space, I'll give you space. Just don't count on me to be here when you get back."

--

The tension in Champ's office the following morning was almost fucking suffocating.

The poor man had no idea what had gone down between the two of you. Heck, even you were struggling to understand it. You'd got yourself into situations before with your tendency to overthink, but this one might have taken the cake. Relationships - or whatever the hell you and Jack had going on - had never been your area of expertise, and you had no idea how to navigate your situation. It had seemed like a good idea to act on your doubt and be honest with him, but now you were just worried that you'd ruined it.

"You two are making excellent progress with your mission to get Calahan." Champ said.

"Thank you, sir." Jack nodded.

"We need to discuss the matter of when you catch him."

"I appreciate your faith in us, but if we catch him, rather than when we catch him might be a little more realistic." You replied.

"I'm not certain of many things, but I am absolutely sure that you and Jack have this in the bag." Champ shot back. "And when you do, I'm afraid there is only room for one name on the arrest forms."

You sat up in your seat. "What do you mean?"

"I know that you two have made a completely join effort in this matter." He began. "But as far as Interpol, and every international agency has seen it, only one person's name can be on the paperwork."

"But we can both take credit, right?" You urged. "Surely, they can recognise us both for our work."

"I'm afraid not, Percy." Champ sighed. "The paperwork can only be processed under one name-"

"- why?" Jack cut him off. "I mean, why, sir?"

"Traditionally, only one agent would go into the field, to keep the casualties as low as possible." He explained. "Things have changed in practice but on paper, things still stand."

"So what are we meant to do?" You asked.

"You'll have to decide between yourselves who gets that recognition." He replied.

"Right." You murmured and stood up. "Thank you, sir."

Champ gave you a nod. "And you, agent. I'm sorry it has to be this way."

Me too, you thought.

You stalked out of Champ's office, Jack hot on your heels. If things had been a little tense before, they were going to be strangling now. The cowboy was already hurt by your revelation from the night before, and now, that was only going to get worst, because there was no way in hell that you were about to give the reins over to him. You'd make it clear from day one that your job came first, so that shouldn't have been a surprise to anyone.

Heels clicking loudly against the floor, you sped up slightly in an attempt to lose him. It had been foolish, though, because before you could sprint into the ladies' room, Jack grabbed you by the arm and pulled you to the side.

"Lying to me and running away from me?" He asked. "You're breaking my fucking heart, baby."

You swatted his hand away and puffed out your chest. "I'm taking credit for Calahan."

Jack thinned his eyes at you. "We should talk about this."

"There's nothing to talk about." You said. "I chased his ass all the across the Atlanic and I've been working on this project longer than you. Personal feelings aside, it makes sense."

"It sounds like you're saying you've done most the work."

"That is what I'm saying."

"I've done most the physical work." He shot back. "The chasing, the jumping over walls, the field work."

"None of which you could have done without me."

"Is this because of what I said last night? Are you mad?" He asked.

"No, I'm mad because you know how much this means to me!" You shoved him. "A win like this is all I've ever wanted. You know that!"

"It means a lot to me too!"

"I am putting my name on those papers." You snapped. "I've spent my whole life living in the fucking shadows at Kingsman and I'm tired of it. This is my win."

"With an attitude like that, I don't blame the damn redcoats for wanting to keep you in the shadows."

Your mouth fell open. If that had come from anyone else, you could have dealt with it. But Jack? The man who had always encouraged and loved your fire? The man you'd opened up to about how suffocated you felt at Kingsman? It was though he'd thrown your trust right back in your face.

"Wait, I didn't mean that-"

"- fuck you, Jack."

--

Drinking was, essentially, the thing that had gotten you into this whole situation in the first place. It was this very bar, in fact.

It was beyond you why you'd gone to Jack's favourite cowboy bar to simmer; probably because it was the closest thing you could get to actually being in his presence right now. Which was quite funny, because if you were in his presence, you no doubt would have decked him right there and then. His stupid fucking words were playing on a loop in your head, and it felt like a punch to your gut every time they circled back around your pre-fontal cortex.

You could have called Eggsy and vented to him, but that would involve recounting the whole story to him. He'd want to whoop Jack's ass for going near you in the first place, and eject him into outer space entirely for his petty jab. God, you missed your best friend.

Despite your anger, you hadn't even drank that much. Maybe a beer, or three - way below the amount you needed to even get tipsy. Drunken rage barely did you favours at the best of times, and right now was definitely the worst of times. It was just that sitting in a bar was a much better alternative to wallowing in your pity, alone in your larger-than-life apartment.

You sighed and took another sip of your drink, glancing over at your phone. There were three texts from Jack; a please call me, a I'll explain everything and a I fucked up, I know. You couldn't help but snort - what reason did he even have for talking to you that way?

With a twenty tossed on the bar and an empty glass, you shrugged your jacket on and began the walk back to your apartment. The air was cold and everyone was rushing around you to get back to their own respective homes. You had never wanted more in your life to go back to yours - your home in London. The one filled with pictures of you and your family, with memories of dumb sleepovers with Eggsy and late nights with your favourite films.

"So you're stalking me now?"

You could't muster up any other words when you saw Jack waiting by your door. Apparently his ignored texts and calls hadn't been a big enough sign.

"I didn't know where you were." Jack murmured.

"I was out." You shoved your way past him. "You can go now."

"We need to talk."

"Not right now." You groaned. "I'm tired, no thanks to you."

"I don't like when things are like this." He continued, following you inside as you unlocked the door. "I can't stand the idea of you being mad at me."

"So why do you do shit that makes me mad?" You shot back.

Jack sighed, leaning against your kitchen earlier. "I shouldn't have said what I did earlier. I was hurt-"

"- you were hurt?!" You snorted in disbelief.

"It fucking killed me when you said that you didn't trust me, sugar." He admitted. "I get why. I've been holding a lot of stuff back from you and I...I don't think it'll excuse my behaviour, but it might at least give you a reason."

"Okay." You murmured.

"I've barely told anyone this, but I trust you." He reached out and took your hands in his. "It's a lot."

"Jack, you don't have to-"

"- I used to be married." He cut you off. You froze at his words. "Her name was Georgia, and we'd been in love since high-school."

"I..." you trailed off. "Used to be?"

"She was killed in a shoot-out during a robbery." Jack's voice wavered slightly. "She was pregnant at the time. I lost two people that day."

"Shit." You murmured. "I'm sorry, Jack."

"It's fine." He replied. "Not your fault, sweetheart."

"Who else knows?"

"Ginger." He said. "She was a friend of mine, long before we were at Statesman. Georgia's best friend, too."

"You're trying to protect her, aren't you?" You glanced up, eyes meeting. "By keeping her out the field?"

"It's a shitty excuse." He half-heartedly shrugged. "She's all I have left of Georgia. The only person who really shares my pain."

Jack was right -- it hadn't been an excuse, but it was an explanation. You couldn't even begin to get your head around the kind of pain he must have felt then, or even the kind he felt now. You'd had weeks worth of deep conversations and late-night talks but he had never, ever even remotely mentioned Georgia, or his unborn child. You couldn't blame him for that. Not in the slightest.

You were struggling to find the words, really. A thousand new layers had just been added to a man you were already struggling to understand.

"That must be a real weight on your shoulders."

"It is." Jack nodded. "But it lifts slightly when I'm with you."

"Really?" You asked quietly.

"Completely." He countered. "That's all I've wanted my entire life -- to feel again, and I do with you."

"That's deep." You tried to crack a joke, to lighten the mood.

"Even if this ends when you go back to London, I'm still grateful." He continued. "You gave me that, so I should give you what you've always wanted."

"A real-life Batmobile?"

Jack snorted, despite the emotional atmosphere. "Your name will have to go on those papers. It should never have even been a question."

"Jack, I-"

"- that's all there is to say." He shook his head. "There'll be other arrests and missions, but I'll never find someone like you."

Without anything to say, you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him into a kiss. That in itself said everything you needed to- thank you, I'm sorry, maybe you don't suck that much, etc. The entire conversation marked a definitive shift in your relationship, and even though it was one that neither of you could quite work out, that didn't matter. You'd thrown yourself back into the deep end, even though you'd been so hell-bent on breaking to the surface just hours earlier.

There was no doubt that it would only complicated the whole let's not fall in love promise you'd made -- but that was something to worry about later, right?

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homesickness for reesker from the bthb? <3

There’s a box under the bed that Ava hardly ever opens. It’s roughly the size of a shoebox and filled with memories. Something she’d bought over with her from South Africa when she made the move to Chicago now over two years ago. She had chosen to travel light, mostly, but that box contained most everything she didn’t want to part with. That she didn’t want to forget. The small things and moments that made up the pieces of her.

That afternoon, though, she wasn’t even looking for it. In fact, she had almost completely forgotten its existence until she went hunting for her running shoes, which had turned out to be under the bed, but were now lying forgotten beside her, in favour of The Box.

Ava opens it up carefully, and really, it’s a wonder the lid ever went on in the first place. It’s packed to the brim, full of photos and scraps of paper and postcards and other memorabilia from her life before America. One where the weather was warm and the sun kissed her skin and she hardly ever had need for a coat, completely unlike Chicago where it seemed you were bundled up for the most part of the year.

Sat cross-legged on the floor, Ava picks up the first photograph that had fallen out when she’d lifted the lid off the box. It’s of a house. A house with light coloured walls and a pale blue door. One where the large, fiery red crocosmia peeked out from over the wall and a chestnut tree could be seen, its branches extensive, spanning wide across the front garden. That was the tree she had broken her arm falling out of when she was eight, Ava remembers, smiling at the memory (though she hadn’t been smiling much at the time, she recalls). She traces a finger across the photo. This was the house she had grown up in, her and her sister Hilde.

Hilde. And that’s who the next photo is of. It’s the two of them sat at the kitchen table, Hilde in front of a large iced cake with seven multicoloured candles, a tiara on her head and dressed in a pink fairy costume. Ava remembers that day well: it had been Hilde’s seventh birthday, and her mother had been crying moments before they had bought Hilde into the kitchen because it had almost been a year since Hilde had been given the all-clear from the oncologist and there was a time when it was hard to believe she’d pull through to make it this far. But she had. She was a fighter.

Ava misses Hilde, wonders what she’s doing right now in that moment, halfway across the world, all those miles separating them as she puts the photo carefully aside and picking up a stack from the box. Next come photos of her childhood bedroom, of her school friends, of trips to Sea Point and down to the beaches. Her parents on their twentieth wedding anniversary. Seashells. Her fifth birthday candle. An assortment of other small objects that send the waves of memories rolling over her, like the tides did down at Long Beach. Letters and birthday cards and ticket stubs. Her mother’s face smiling up at her from grainy photographs. Moments perfectly frozen in time, ones that Ava can almost hear.

She doesn’t even realise she’s started crying until the tears fall onto the photograph she’s holding. It’s one of her with her friends, just after high school had finished. She remembers that one well. And it all just hurts. She doesn’t mean that particular photograph. It’s all of them. All the memories. The time and distance separating her from them, from being back there in her mother’s kitchen, from driving down those familiar roads, from her father’s laugh, from Hilde being just across the hallway from her.

It leaves a deep ache inside of her, which was why she never really opened that box. She didn’t want to get swept up by the past. Because even though she’d chosen to leave, it doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Especially with all that she had left behind, and how, since leaving, she hadn’t been back. Not once. Sure, there had been phone calls and video chats but it wasn’t the same. It’s strange to think of the place, with all the people she’d known and loved and grown up with still existing, carrying on, without her there.

The bedroom light flickers on and Ava looks up, blinking at the sudden light, to see Sarah standing there in the doorway. She hadn’t realised she had been sitting there for so long that it had already gotten so dark. She hadn’t even heard Sarah come home, so engrossed as she’d been.

“Avey? Are you alright?” Sarah asks, concern filling her voice as she notices the tear tracks on Ava’s cheeks, coming to sit beside her there on the floor, leaning against the bed, the pile of photos and memories littered around the two of them. Sarah doesn’t remember ever having seen the box or its contents before.

Ava just shrugs noncommittally, watching as Sarah comes to sit beside her there on the floor, leaning back against the side of the bed. She wasn’t quite sure how she was supposed to answer that, to put it all into words.

“It’s silly,” Ava finally begins, filling up the silence, “but I just miss it,” she reveals, gesturing to the photographs strewn about as she leans back against the wall, bringing her knees up and burying her face in them, not wanting to look at Sarah right now.

Sarah takes the opportunity to take a look at the photos Ava had gestured to. There’s one of two girls, one older, with the same eyes, the younger with decidedly curlier hair, both grinning up at whoever had been taking the photo.

“Hilde,” Ava says, by way of explanation when she sees Sarah looking, and Sarah nods in understanding. Ava had told her so much about her sister Hilde, and Sarah could only imagine how hard it must be for Ava to be apart from her, timezones and oceans separating them.

“You both look so happy here,” Sarah smiles, holding the photo carefully in her hands, a window into the past.

“We spent almost the entire day at the beach that day,” Ava says, remembering the day fondly. “Neither of us wanted to go home and we begged and begged to be allowed to stay. And then Hilde fell asleep on the sand under a pile of towels and mum freaked out because she thought we’d lost her.”

Sarah smiles at that, and inches her way closer to Ava, so that they’re both sitting side by side, backs leaning against the wall.

“The sunsets are amazing, Ava tells Sarah, showing her a photo. “The camera doesn’t do it justice. “I’ll have to take you there, one day,” she promises.

“I’d like that.”

“I guess it’s just, even though home is here now, with you in Chicago, it’s hard to see it that way sometimes, when almost all the memories are attached to another city on another continent.”

“You don’t have to justify yourself, Avey,” Sarah assures her. “And it’s not silly. Not at all. Of course you miss the place you grew up, where you spent most of your life. Where your family are. It’s only natural. But, we could go visit, if you like?” Sarah says carefully, posing it as a question, eyes trained on Ava who snaps her head up at that.

“Really?”

“Sure,” Sarah affirms. “Of course, we’d both have to get time off agreed, but I don’t think that would be a problem. I’d love to see where you grew up, and I’m sure it would do you a whole lot of good to see everyone you miss. And anyway, I’d love to meet your sister. Trade embarrassing stories. All that stuff.”

“Oh no, I am making sure you two are never alone together,” Ava decides firmly.

“Relax, I won’t tell her about the time you practically blew up the toaster and short circuited the house because you dropped tin foil in there.”

“You’d better not, Sarah Reese,” warns Ava. “And I thought we agreed to never bring that up again. It was late and I was hungry,” but she’s smiling now.

“Alright, alright,” hushes Sarah, putting an arm around Ava and pulling her close.

“You smell like hospital,” Ava informs her after a little while.

“Well I did just get back from a twelve hour shift,” retorts Sarah. “Not all of us were lucky enough to get a day off today.”

“Take that up with Connor. We traded shifts because he wanted to take Will to some stupid sports game, but, I did get the day off, so who am I to complain? Not when it ends like this,” she smiles into the crook of Sarah’s neck, twisting a coil of Sarah’s hair around one finger.

“Aves, not that I don’t love this and all, but my leg’s gone dead. Mind if we take this somewhere more comfortable?”

“I was comfortable,” Ava grumbles, helping Sarah up.

“Well, if it helps persuade you, I got doughnuts on my way back.”

“You did? From that place on Ellis?”

“That’s the one.”

“Well, let’s go, then,” Ava says eagerly, practically dragging Sarah from the room.

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count down | hwang hyunjin

warnings: mild cursing

genre: angst

member: skz hwang hyunjin

words: 2k+

a/n: 

i do accept requests and asks, if you have one, please send them. thank you! :) also, this one is a reposted. i had to make some minor edits and my app, well, let’s just it’s not working well lately. 

summary: if there’s a way to fix it, you’d do it in a heartbeat. but, you’ve always known that it’ll be like this, you just hoped it wouldn’t hurt because you expected it.

you knew it was bound to fall apart at some point. your friends always considered you as a pessimist, personally, you’d like to convince yourself that you are a realist. but, this one, you knew. you just knew it in your heart that it’s bound to end at some point, and you knew it would hurt like hell.

it’s been a few weeks since you last saw hyunjin. both of you were busy doing your own thing. your boss did nothing but make your work space miserable recently. everybody was on edge, you can already feel the tension as soon as you walk into the office. hyunjin, on the other hand, has been busy travelling to different countries, he has been teaching countless dance classes all over the world.

after another tiring day at work, you trudged into your apartment feeling heavy with fatigue. these days, you barely get enough sleep. sometimes, you end up taking your work to your home just to finish it, decreasing your hours of sleep. but, the pay is good, so you try to stick by it and besides, this heavy workload are only seasonal. there are seasons when you don’t have to struggle as much as you do this time. it’s only because the year is about to end that makes the work pile up like a mountain in your desk.

you threw yourself on your bed, fully-clothed, too tired to even change at this point. you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax your muscles and your mind from the long day you just had. however, you quickly opened your eyes in panic, sat and began digging through your purse for your phone. looking at the clock, you knew you’re late for the ‘video call date’ you have with your boyfriend.

“fuck, why did i forget? no” you muttered to yourself, as you open your phone.

but, apparently, there are no missed video calls. hyunjin haven’t called. you eyed the time, you’re only a few minutes late.

“did he forget? again?” you asked yourself.

after pondering for a while, you decided to call him. the phone rang for a while before he finally answered, “hi” he answered in a raspy voice.

hyunjin was asleep and woke up when you called. seeing him through your phone screen, you marveled at his beauty as his eyes squints from the sunlight, his hair a mess.

“hi,” you replied, smiling slightly at the image of him looking too adorable being half-asleep. the two of you has been dating for about five years now, and yet you still get struck by his beauty every single time.

“i’m sorry for waking you up”

“no, it’s okay” he answered, noncommittally. you shrugged it off, thinking it’s because he just woke up. you can hear a rustle on his end as he sat up on his bed.

“how are you doing?” you asked him, genuinely intrigued, as it has been awhile since you talked to him.

“nothing much, i have a few classes today tho, so i’ll be off in a while,” you have yet to see him smile at you.

“oh, i se-”

he cut you off, “hey, uh, listen, i have to go now. i have to get ready for the class.”

you sighed in disappointment, “oh, okay then. have a great day, and take care of yourself, alright? don’t forget to eat meals and drink water. i love you” you smiled at him and finally, you see him smile at you through the screen, it was small, but that was enough for you.

“yeah, i will, love you too.” he replied before ending the call.

putting your phone down, you sighed.

you can’t remember when it all started falling apart. but, a few weeks ago, your time with hyunjin has grown less and less. maybe it’s his job, but you knew deep down that even before he started touring for classes, he was able to keep in tabs with you. these days, you can’t even have a proper conversation how your lives and days went.

you met hyunjin when the both of you are in your third year of college. he was a dance major while you’re on creative writing. you only had one class together but that one class for the whole semester was enough to hit it off. the both of you were an odd pair, him always dressed up so stylishly while you prefer wearing your hoodies to the campus. however, you’re humor and character clicked and you found it easy to get along with him. you became friends with him, and over the summer, he asked you to be his girlfriend.

it was a rough start, you had no idea how relationship worked. your past relationship was either too short or too immature to be even considered as one.  you warned hyunjin about it. however, he was insistent and assured you that it doesn’t matter.

“we’ll figure it out together,” he said.

hyunjin is the sweetest boyfriend, he would visit you at your dorms after his practices and you would go to his practice rooms to bring him food and watch him practice. he knew you hated extravagant dates so the both of you opted for spontaneous walk in the nearby parks, a long drive over the long weekend, and eating out on a fast food chain. your dates are simple, but it was enough for the both of you.

after the graduation, you struggled for a while, trying to find a job, an apartment to live, trying to pay the bills. it’s physically, mentally and emotionally taxing but hyunjin was there to help you through it. on nights that you can’t sleep, he would be there to cuddle you as he runs his fingers to your hair to help you calm down. when he was offered to tour in different countries, he presented every single excuse he had so he can stay beside you, but you knew this is part of his dream, and you knew down, that he wanted to do it. that night, the both of you ended up cuddled on the bed with his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his silky hair. you reassured him that it’ll be alright. after everything, you knew the both of you will be alright. after all, you love each other, don’t you?

suddenly, you weren’t so sure anymore.

the next few months with hyunjin went back and forth, as he traveled around for his job. you established the ‘video call dates’, it felt like nothing has changed except you can’t physically feel his hugs or his kisses. but, his eyes still shined and his lips still curl into the biggest smile whenever the call connected and he can finally see your face after a tiring day.  

however, towards the end of year, you both grew cold with each other. the calls grew less frequent, and while you wish you could fix it, you’re not sure how… or if it’s even something that you could fix. suddenly, his eyes doesn’t hold the same glint as it used to and you tried to pretend that it’s just the tiredness.

weeks following that shift and the relationship felt strained. communication became stilted. sometimes, your schedules wouldn’t add up, and even though the both of you tried to set up these kind of dates — something that can be done through the screen, just to see each other even if you’re from different sides of the world, you felt how the distance affected the relationship. it’s the truth that’s been right there, all along, waiting for the both of you to acknowledge.

you love hyunjin, you adored that boy more than you ever lent on. you adored how his eyes would crinkle whenever he smiles or laugh, or how he would clap his hands while doing so. he is a dork and you love him for it. you love how passionate he is at dancing, at his insistence to be better, to learn more. he’s hardworking and he’s incredible sensitive to the people around him. he would know when you’re in a bad place, he would sense whenever you needed your space or when you need him to just wrap his arms around so you’ll know he’s there whenever you need him.

but, you knew deep down that this is bound to end at some point. somehow, you knew it in your gut that the bubble you two are in is bound to fall apart someday.

unfortunately for you, i guess that day is now.

it’s the new year’s eve, hyunjin’s still overseas. but, you’re on the same timezone so the both of you decided to basically celebrate the new year with each other via video call.

you’re lying if you tell yourself that this whole thing doesn’t hurt, because it does. it tears you apart knowing that the person you planned to spend your whole life with, is slowly falling out of love with you. but, it is what is. you can’t force him to stay in love with you.

looking down at your phone, you know you have at least 10 minutes before the count down. you pulled up hyunjin’s contacts, and pressing on the video call button. he answered quickly and it left you fumbling for composure.

“hey,” he breathed. he’s dressed up for a party. he’s probably at one of his colleague’s party, you thought.

“hi, you look great,” you smiled at him.

he chuckles, “well, you look great too. you’re at jisung’s party?”

you nodded through your phone, “i am, it’s new year in a while.”

an awkward silence filled the air, “it is… how are you?” he asked softly.

at this point, you’re tearing up, knowing this is how it’ll end. your heart clenched for what’s about to come.

“jinnie, i want your honest answer, alright?” as tears begin filling your eyes, you tried to smile at him to assure that everything’s alright.

a loud chatter can be heard behind, he gulped in confusion and the building tension that he can feel through his phone, “sure, what is it?”

“do you still love me?”

hyunjin felt like the wind was knocked off his lungs, he suspected that you can feel how the relationship is slowly falling apart. but, he didn’t expect you to ask him so straightforwardly, “i-i,” he stuttered.

giving up, you can see how his shoulders fall, “i did. i still do…” his tongue swiped over his lips, his eyes darting everywhere but your face.

still, you continued to smile, “but, it’s different now, right?”

he sighed, his eyes brimming with tears, his heart clenches as he watch you keep yourself together through the screen. your beautiful smile, your lips slightly quivering, your teary eyes, he hated himself for putting you in this situation. you are a lovely girl, you were always considerate of his time and priorities. you were very understanding whenever he can’t be there due to practices or even when he got a job to be a choreographer and teacher.you would bring him food whenever he gets too passionate at his craft and ended up overworking himself.

eventually, he nodded before looking down, he breathed deeply before looking up and straight into your eyes, his dark orbs reflecting the pain in them, “i love you. you are a lovely person, y/n. you truly are. i don’t know when it started to change, but i want you to know that you are the loveliest girl i have ever met and i’ll never, ever, regret meeting you,” he said softly but with conviction, hoping that his words get through you, because it’s the truth.

you bit your lip, trying to keep your sobs in.

“there are no other people involved, i want you to know that. it’s just that… things started to change,” he continued.

a sob escaped from your throat and suddenly tears began falling and you looked down so he can’t see it, “i know… we did change. i think it’s us that changed.”

looking at tears falling down your cheeks, hyunjin can’t help but to cry too. the both of you tried to reign your emotions just to make this whole situation easier for each other, but the heart break is too much. it feels like it’s ripping you apart.

in the background the countdown has begun,

10

9

8

“i’m sorry,” he sobbed.

7

“you don’t have to be,” you smiled through your own tears.

6

5

“i love you, hyunjin. you are the best. you are a great boyfriend and you’re an ever greater person, you’re lovely, in your own way.”

4

silence filled the both of your ends, you just stared at each other through the screen, drinking in each other as if it’ll be the last time you’ll see the other person.

3

he smiled at you.

2

you smiled back at him and closed your eyes, breathing in deeply.

1

the fireworks started to paint the sky in wonderful colors. the noise filling the air. the loud cheers can be heard, everyone screamed their greetings, kissing their significant others, their wishes for a good year.

and, here you are, breaking up with your boyfriend.

“happy new year, hyunjin. i wish you all the best in life, take care of yourself. have a good night. i love you. thank you for those wonderful years i spent with you, here’s to the years we’ll spend without each other in our lives,”

his heart stopped beating as you uttered those words, this it then, he thought.

sending a gentle smile at you, he replied, “happy new year, y/n. i hope you have a lovely year. take care of yourself too. and, i love you. cheers and goodbye. goodnight, y/n,” his voice fading into a soft whisper towards the end of his reply. 

you nodded at him and stared at each other for a few seconds before pressing the end call button.

as the rest of the world cheered for the new year, two hearts weep over a love that ended.

[bondsmagii]

i hate how us centric ppl are on here. the 'support blm because without a black trans woman we wouldn't have pride' posts especially annoy be bc a) i would support blm and black trans people even if that wasn't true, this isn't a transaction, and 2) that's how pride started in the US, not everywhere! ppl from the us have never even thought to look up pride/how it started elsewhere in the world yet you're ignorant if you don't know the us history when you're not from there ..

yeah, there’s definitely a difference between the amount of news on here being predominantly American (most users on here are after all American) and the website being American-centric, because yes, most users are American but the fact that they forget that other people might not be? it does my head in. it’s something you see across the whole internet, too -- the amount of times someone’s got smart with me because I spelled something “wrong”, even ridiculing me for it, and then I’ve had to say that I’m not American and that’s how we spell it here, where the language originated... honestly. 

you’re right though, it’s so frustrating that they forget that every country has its own unique history. pride is different everywhere, the history of its LGBT people is different in every country, not all countries have the same rights and challenges within the LGBT community, etc. I think you said it well when you said “it’s not a transaction” -- America is the most rabidly capitalist country on earth; I’ve often said that if the USSR is a good example of communism getting corrupted and going off the shits, the USA is the equivalent for capitalism. even the most well-meaning American has grown up in this hyper-capitalist society and it’s affected the way they see the world down to the deepest level. I think most Americans mean it harmlessly, but there is an expectation that in America, if you do something you get something for it. if you want to do something, there’s an expectation that there’s something personal in it for you, because America is a highly individualistic society.

that’s not true of every single American, of course, but I do often see this transaction attitude. “you must support [movement] because without it you wouldn’t have [thing]” is kind of ridiculous when the real reason you should be supporting it is because you know, black people shouldn’t be getting indiscriminately killed by police. naturally most people realise this, but the fact that this attitude is even seen as a viable tactic for gaining supporters is very unnerving. it’s probably also used as a guilt trip (”you can’t pretend you have nothing to do with this because [demographic] gave you [thing]!”), which is another transaction attitude -- you received something, so you have to pay something back. whereas most other cultures recognise this as a favour, Americans often see it as a binding transaction. 

anyway, social culture speculation aside, it is very annoying how everyone else in the world is expected to know everything about American issues and translate everything into temperatures and measurements that they’ll understand, but good luck using colour or mentioning it was 35 degrees Celsius without a bunch of identical unfunny comments. I’ve even been accused of lying about stories because “why are you saying this just happened at 3am? it’s only 10pm...” like. who the fuck forgets about timezones?

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took me a bit longer then I wanted, but I managed to finish before his birthday was over in my timezone. happy birthday blasty, glad you got to spend it with your greenbean

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edit: in my rush to post before it hit midnight in my timezone, I forgot to tag @third-winchester-second-potter and thank them for the photo album idea

Three months nine days and approximately eighteen hours, that's how long Izuku had been planning this. This, the best damn birthday ever, as to be proclaimed by his boyfriend Katsuki, as soon as it’s over. After nearly two decades of knowing each other, and three years together, properly, it had been hard to track down every picture of them, but he was sure now that he had found most of them at least. Between what he got from his mom, Katsuki’s parents, and their old classmates from UA, he now had a photo album thicker than most of the books they had to lug around in their third year of high school. But the real surprise, that wouldn’t be till the end, not till after dinner, not till Katsuki got to the last page of the book. That’s the part Izuku had really put the most work into.

Tracking down all the photos, reserving a nice table at Katsuki’s favorite restaurant, making sure no press would be around to disturb the high ranking duo, and worst of all, making sure Katsuki had a nice looking suit to wear, it was all a breeze compared to putting together the last page of the photo album. He had poured his heart and soul into it, and keeping his boyfriend from finding the rough drafts had been hell. He’d take the entire League of Villains any day over trying to hide shit from a pro hero ever again.

    Fixing his tie in the mirror he knew it would all be worth it though. He had made sure tonight was going to be perfect, the best birthday Katsuki would ever have. Taking a moment to take one last look at himself, he nodded. “Alright, go time. This may be a sensitive mission, but I’ve planned out everything. Well, almost everything, but I can’t make a plan for the impossible. That’s just impractical.” Grabbing the nicely wrapped package of the foot of their bed and tucking it under his arm he stepped out of the bedroom, and right into his boyfriend's chest.

    “Damn Deku, took you long enough to get ready,” Katsuki chuckled, grabbing Izuku’s arms so he wouldn’t topple over. “Weren't you the one in a hurry earlier?”

    Smoothing out his boyfriend’s suit, and then his own, Izuku nodded. “We are in a hurry.” Taking Katsuki’s hand he made his way towards the front of their house. “I took the appropriate amount of time to get ready. You’re the one who took twenty minutes to put on that tie, Kacchan.” 

    A sigh, a very dramatic sigh in Izuku’s opinion. “I hate these damn things Deku, is it really necessary? Where are we even going?” Katsuki closed and locked the door behind them, before following Izuku to the car.

    “If I told you,” Izuku leaned into the backseat, placing the present down there, “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?” Standing back up, he noticed his boyfriend still standing on the drivers side. “You can’t drive Kacchan, I’m the one who knows where we’re going.”

    “Nah, wasn’t planning on it.” He grinned. “Just enjoying the view.”

    Now it was izuku’s turn to sigh. “Get in the car Kacchan. You can enjoy the view all you want after dinner.” Getting into the driver's seat, Izuku heard a chuckle, and simply rolled his eyes as he waited for Katsuki to be ready to go.

The ride to the restaurant was mostly uneventful, filled with the sounds of the radio, and Katsuki insisting to know where they were headed, as Izuku took a less than direct route there. Both for the sake of surprising his boyfriend, and to make sure no one was following them. Even with the indirect route Katsuki still managed to guess about a block away from the restaurant, leaving Izuku grumbling about a blindfold.

Once there Katsuki ordered, predictably, the spiciest thing on the menu. The two ate and talked, and as it got later watched as the restaurant cleared out. Twenty minutes to midnight Izuku finally gave his boyfriend the present. “Oh can I open this now? And here I was starting to think it was just an empty box you wrapped up to look pretty, Deku.”

Izuku rolled his eyes, laughing. “Don’t worry Kacchan, that's not till next year's gift.” He was fidgeting a bit now, picking at his hands and unable to sit still. Luckily, Katsuki was too invested in unwrapping the book. “Anyways, I think you’ll like this a bit more than an empty box.”

Laughing as he tossed the wrapping paper at his boyfriend, Katsuki looked up at him. “Only a bit more? Damn deku, and here I thought you’d put a bit more thought into my present then that. Or was all the dramatics over the suit and restaurant a ruse?”

“That’s it. You’ve caught me.” He tucked the crumpled up paper under the table for the time being. “All of this was just a cunning ruse.” Katsuki was looking down at the photo album now. “All I got you was a book you’ll probably only look at this once.”

Izuku had feared that Katsuki would simply open it, leaf through the pages, then close it again, but was able to sigh in relief as he slowly made his way through the pages. Izuku kept moving in his chair as Katsuki took the time to stop and look at all the pictures. He frowned, a worrying sight, until Izuku noticed where he was. A little less than halfway is a gap in the pictures, as a startling jump from seven year old Izuku and Katsuki to nearly sixteen year old Izuku and Katsuki was made. A nearly ten year gap in age, that Izuku knew Katsuki regretted. He sighed in relief as his boyfriend kept going, and his expression softened. Three quarters of the way through he looked up. “How long did this take you.?”

“Long enough that Kirishima was a real pal for letting me keep it at his place when I wasn’t working on it. Putting them all in the right order was still only the second hardest part of it all.” He smiled, urging Katsuki to keep going.

With a nod, Katsuki went back to the pictures. “That explains why you two kept making excuses to hang out the last couple of months.” Izuku blushed, a bit embarrassed at having been caught, and Katsuki chukled. “Relax, if it had been anyone but you two I might have been worried, but I have it on good authority that Kirishima’s planning something for you know who, so I assumed he was getting your help on that too.”

Izuku chuckled now. “So you heard that too, huh. Well, yea, we were both helping each other out with our projects.”

“Well now, that sounds ominous Deku. What have you been planning?” Katsuki looked up and grinned, just as he turned to the last page.

With an eye roll Izuku nodded to the book. “Why don’t you finish the last page first. I put a lot of work into that, you know.” Katsuki threw his hands up in defeat, looking down to the last page.On the left page was a photo taken after their last big mission, the two of them standing side by side, hands clasped and in the air above them. And on the right page was a letter. 

“If I told the little green boy, in the beginning of this book, where he would be at twenty two he would think it was a dream come true. If i told that same boy during the empty page where he would be, he’d think I was lying to him. And if I told him just five years ago, he’d think it was impossible. But it’s not. It took a lot of work, on both our parts, but it was possible, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I know you mourn for the time we missed out in middle school, and I do too, sometimes, but our relationship is so much stronger now for it. We’ve moved past that, and worked for a friendship. For a relationship. Built on talking, and understanding, and most importantly, sharing. That little quirkless boy has become the hero he always dreamed to be, and he’s done it with the partner he always wanted standing beside him. Some days I still have to pinch myself, just to reassure myself that this is real, because you make me so happy, even when we’ve both had a bad day at work, and I could never ask for anything more. We’ve known each other our whole lives, and I want to be able to say that, for the rest of mine. Whether I live till ninety nine, or just till next week. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and that’s why, Kacchan, I need you to finish reading this, and look back to me again.”

As Katsuki read Izuku grabbed the much smaller box he had hidden in his suit’s inner pocket, and quietly got down on his knee, waiting for his boyfriend to finish reading. By the time he did look at Izuku, Katsuki’s eyes were red around the edges, and even in the low lighting of the restaurant Izuku could tell they were shiny with the beginnings of unshed tears. He heard Katsuki whisper his name, but ignored him as he opened the box. “I’ve been thinking about how to do this for a very long time, and at some point I realised, I was never going to be able to make it perfect, because no matter what I tried to plan, I always thought of something better three days later. So I decided, why bother with perfect, when I could do something, us, instead. That’s what we’ve done our whole lives after all.” As he was talking Katsuki got down on the floor with him, so they were kneeling in front of each other, both properly crying now. “It seems silly, to ask you to make me the happiest man alive on your birthday, but what can I say, I’ve always taken a shot at what I want.” They both chuckled at that. “So Kacchan, will you marry me?”

It was silent for fifteen, agonizing seconds, before Katsuki pulled him into a hug, laughing his ass off. “Of course I will.” He kissed Izuku once before pulling back to look at him. “You’re a dumbass though, you know that? Not perfect my ass. We could have gotten takeout at home, and you could have shoved it in my face and said ‘let's do it’ and it would have been perfect. You always overthink everything. And I love you.”

Izuku wiped some of the tears away from his own face, laughing a bit. “I love you too Kacchan. Thank you.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m the one who should be thanking you right now Deku. For the best damn birthday ever.” Katsuki smiled, pulling his fiance in for another kiss, longer this time, and full of promises.

[imbellarosa]

The Larry Song by Van McMann

Or, that one time you accidentally wrote your best friend and bandmate a love song about being on tour without him and he tweets about it confirming it. This review is especially dedicated to @dalek-in-heels​ because she had to hear me talking about how I’ve been listening to this song FOR DAYS and wanted to talk about it. Oooh oooh and also to @belgianreader2​ because we actually are 7 hours apart and although I’m not writing her love songs just yet, this song always makes me laugh bc I think of her. It is, as always, all under the cut because i have A LOT of words and don’t want to clog anyone’s timeline. 

SIDE NOTE: I’ll be back to political content in the morning, I just need to post something for myself right now. If you’re looking for a way to get involved tonight, The Rolling Stone actually compiled a great list here. If you match my donation from earlier today or a donation that I made last week, let me know and I will write a prompt for you, if you’d like it. 

Okay, onto the song. The first thing I should clarify is that the song is not actually called Larry - it’s called 7 and its by a rock band (a british rock band? maybe?) called Catfish and the Bottlemen. I’m not actually lying when I say it’s by Van McMann, though, because that’s the lead singer, and sole writer of this song. I call it the Larry song in my head because the first line of the song is “Larry call a load of smoke in/I want to lose a couple days/I know we never struggled coping/but I never want to.”

 I know that it’s about a dude named Larry for a couple of reasons: the first is that it’s literally in the song. So. There’s that. The second is that both Van and Larry confirmed it. Larry Lau is Van McMann’s best friend and the guitar technician for the band. Van confirmed it here in an interview for Radio X in the UK, and Larry Lau tweeted on April 19th, 2016: “Ahahah funny as when your best mate puts you in a tune then it goes all over the radio #lotofshoutouts” (the tweet also had a bunch of emojis that didn’t copy paste well, but they are: a phone - you’ll see why later - a cloudy sky, an alien, and the number 7). 

The thing is - this song is called 7 because of the timezone difference. And here lies the actual story. This song is about their relationship while Van is on tour.  (I have to assume it’s their relationship because his name is the only name-drop in the whole song. The only other name-drop in the album is the song “Emily”, which seems to be about meeting up to catch up with an old flame in a pretty sweet goodbye song. Yes. I listened to the album, debated if I wanted to do a review, and decided that actually, I liked this song the best and wanted to focus on it. Sue me.). ANYWAYS. He talks about how:  And I'd beg you, but you know I'm never home/And I'd love you, but I need another year alone/And I've tried to ignore it every time you phone/But I never come close/And I don't think through things, I never get time/'Cause I don't think things through...” 

So that’s where the phone comes in haha! I also think that it’s really interesting how he talks about this relationship: just because he’s in love does not mean that he’s about to postpone his tour (his career, his life) for this relationship. And I know that some people might think that this means it’s not a good one or that it’s a sad song but...I actually think it’s very healthy? I mean, in the context of the album definitely, but we’ll go through some thematic stuff in a bit.

 However, even as a standalone song, I think this is a very healthy attitude for a dude in his 20s to have. Or even a dude at the beginning of his career, no matter their age. Like. This is your chance man, so good for you for taking that. If your relationship is meant to be, it can survive a time difference and different ambitions and everything else that you have to do to grow and find yourself. Even if you need the year alone to do so. 

On to the themes that I like in this song that are reoccurring throughout the album! The smoke thing. People speculate that “call a load of smoke in” means “let’s go smoke” (there’s also speculation that it means “throw a smoke bomb on stage, but in context of everything else, I don’t really think so?). I like the reading that “call a load of smoke in/I want to lose a couple days” means - let’s go do our thing, I want to spend the next few days doing nothing together. The smoking thing comes back in the song “Anything” - also written by Van - where he says, “ I won't smoke if you don't no more/'Cause I know you hate the taste of it/And I don't wanna picture our first born/If you've stopped discussing names with me/But if it means that we get through then you know I'm up for anything”, and in his song “Soundcheck”, he mentions that he’s rushing through rehearsal to meet up for a cigarette break (which, if that song is also about Larry, it would make sense? because they would be working together? and so they could have a smoke break together). 

Let’s discuss: I think that it would make sense that this is both an activity they do together, and a habit that they try to break, depending on how their relationship is going. For example, if they’re doing great, and they can’t stay away from each other, then it’s “call a load of smoke in” or “let’s go meet during your break” (that’s not the lyric, sorry haha). But if their relationship is going sour, then it’s “do you need me to stop smoking? what can i do?”. And I think that’s a very normal reaction for a twenty-something-year-old person to have? It smacks of obsession and insecurity and love. You want to be with them at every moment, even though you know you can’t be. You understand that you have to do your thing, but you’ll do it a bit faster if you get to have a couple of moments with them, and if things are going not so great, then, well, you start obsessively reflecting on what you think you might need to change about yourself. 

Another theme that keeps popping up in the album is thinking things through. Like, Van is clearly an impulsive person. He says here “I don’t think through things, I never get time”, and he says in the song “Twice”: “ 'Cause when you love the way you’re living/It's just hard to fret about much/Because if I got time I just regret most of it”, and then he goes on to list a bunch of mistakes he made. Hey, at least he’s self-aware, you know? I don’t really think this is significant to the story of the song other than it gives a bit of context to the person writing it. I also don’t really know anything about either of these guys personally, other than the interviews and such that I’ve found, so if i’ve just messed something up massively, please let me know haha. 

ANYWAYS - to close! This song also includes gems like “I know we (Larry and Van) never struggled sleeping/But I never want to..”. Which like, ah, yes, I too tell my completely platonic bro and bandmate that I never want to struggle sleeping with them! Of course! Happens ALL THE TIME. 

Nah, but really. It’s a great song in a pretty good album (the other songs I referenced are “Anything”, “Twice”, “Emily”, and “Soundcheck”, all of which I really enjoyed. I also liked “Postponed”, but be warned - that’s a sad song pretending to be a happy one). I searched, but I couldn’t find a relationship history for either Van or Larry, and apparently, they’ve been friends since childhood, and I think I’ve read this story once or twice. Or maybe seen the movie? So that’s what I have to say about that. 

My final thought is that I would have paid an indescribable amount of money to see the rest of the band listen to the song the first time around. Like. Imagine the glances that the rest of them shared like ... “uh... who’s going to tell him this is a love song?”. I would also LOVE to watch this song get performed live because I think that would also be remarkably telling, and also because it would make me giggle uncontrollably. 

This song comes from an album called “The Ride”, and it’s followed by an album called “The Balance”, which I haven’t finished, but is also pretty ok. Anyways I need a ship name for these two so if anyone has one I really want to hear it. Is Lan cooler or Varry? Or Vanry? or McMau if we’re doing last names. Actually, McMau seems pretty cool. 

[isabvllas]

         ♡ . *  (   jennie  kim,  cis  female,  she  /  her   )   have  you  heard   ?   it  seems  like  the  heir  of  the  MUN  dynasty  was  very  close  to  liam  yu  too.  they  go  by  ISABELLA  and  they  were  liam’s  FAMILY  FRIEND.  their  networth  is  of  82M  and  they’re  only  TWENTY-THREE  …  what  a  burden  it  must  be.  i  heard  they  can  be  very  COQUETTISH  and  VIVACIOUS.  but  these  last  few  months,  their  DISINGENUOUS  and  VAIN  personality  has  been  showing  more.  the  media  is  sure  having  a  field  day  with  them   !   i  hope  this  road  trip  with  friends  will  help  them.  did  you  know  that  CHEWING  BUBBLEGUM  AFTER  LUNCH,  WHISPERING  SECRETS  TO  A  LOVER,  CANDY  HEARTS  and  PILLOWS  STAINED  WITH  TEARS  really  show  their  true  persona   ?    maybe  liam  was  the  only  one  who  knew  that  ...   

         hi  everyone,  i’m  so  happy  to  be  here   !!!   my  name  is  diana,  i’m  twenty,  go  by  she  /  her  pronouns,  and  reside  in  the  est  timezone.  some  quick  facts  abt  me:  i’m  a  libra  and  girl  group  stan   !!   below  u  can  read  a  bit  abt  my  muse  isabella  hehe  if  u  like  this  post  i’ll  hit  u  up  for  plots   !!!   my  discord  is   missing blackpink hours#5522  if  u  wanna  message  me  there,  but  if  not,  im’s  work  just  fine  <3

♡ . *    𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒔    !

full  name :  isabella  grace  mun

nickname(s)  :  bella,  isa  (  by  liam  only  )

age  :  twenty-three

zodiac  :  libra  sun,  scorpio  moon   (  click  )

sexuality  :  bisexual

alignment  :  chaotic  neutral

pinterest  :  click

♡ . *    𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅    !   (   drug  tw   )

keeping  up  appearances  has  always  been  the  mun  family’s  main  focus.  everything  they  do  is  an  attempt  to  better  their  public  image.  her  parents  marriage  was  merely  another  business  agreement  between  two  powerful  families

her  father’s  side  works  in  finance  and  investments,  while  her  mother’s  side  owns  one  of  the  wealthiest  PR  firms  in  the  world

her  parents  got  married  because  there  was  nothing  the  public  loved  more  than  family.  you  could  get  away  with  almost  anything  with  the  illusion  strong  family  values  under  your  belt.  isabella’s  conception  was  just  part  of  the  arrangement

her  mother  was  not  particularly  maternal.  her  husband  was  a  few  years  to  her  senior,  so  she  was  still  fairly  young  when  she  got  pregnant.  however,  they  had  already  been  married  for  two  years  and  a  baby  was  part  of  the  deal

isabella  was  passed  along  through  a  string  of  nannies.  none  of  them  stuck  around  long  enough  to  give  her  the  emotional  support  she  so  desperately  desired.  she  clung  to  adult  figures  throughout  the  majority  of  her  childhood,  from  boarding  school  teachers  to  private  tutors

as  she  grew  older,  however,  she  began  to  understand  the  way  of  things.  she  barely  spent  any  time  with  her  parents,  but  the  one  thing  she  learned  from  her  father  was  how  to  look  out  for  herself.  no  one  else  was  going  to  do  it  for  her

throughout  secondary  school,  she  perfected  the  art  of  getting  what  she  wants.  she’d  put  on  a  sweet,  helpless  act  to  manipulate  those  around  her.  she  became  fluent  in  lying,  and  it  always  worked  to  her  advantage  that  she  had  a  face  people  could  trust

she  spent  her  teen  years  growing  a  social  media  following,  becoming  a  beauty  influencer.  she  was  seen  as  an  it  girl,  credited  for  starting  various  fashion  trends

without  anyone  looking  after  her,  isabella  was  able  to  do  whatever  she  wanted.  however,  she  also  learned  from  her  parents  the  importance  of  maintaining  a  pristine  image.  so,  she  partied  and  had  her  fun  out  of  the  public  eye,  or  so  she  thought

at  seventeen,  isabella  had  her  first  coke  scandal  after  pictures  of  her  were  leaked  to  the  tabloids.  it  was  like  a  rich  kids  right  of  passage.  her  parents  were  furious  with  her.  for  a  moment,  isabella  felt  hopeful.  they  were  furious  because  they  cared,  right  ?  unfortunately  for  her,  it  wasn’t  because  of  what  she  was  doing.  they  were  only  angry  she  was  stupid  enough  to  get  caught

isabella’s  mother  took  care  of  cleaning  up  her  image.  after  all,  damage  control  is  what  she  knew  how  to  do  best.  isabella  was  forced  to  take  a  break  from  social  media.  according  to  the  statement  her  family  put  out,  she  was  under  a  lot  of  stress  from  running  a  social  media  empire  at  such  a  young  age.  as  per  her  mother’s  instructions,  her  social  media  blackout  lasted  a  year.  by  the  time  she  was  back  in  the  public  eye,  she  had  graduated  high  school  and  was  started  the  next  chapter  of  her  life

however,  the  year  she  took  away  from  social  media  was  the  most  time  she  had  ever  spent  with  her  parents.  she  was  forced  to  stay  with  them  so  they  could  keep  her  from  further  tarnishing  the  perfect  image  they  had  created  for  themselves.  during  this  time,  she  found  out  she  hated  her  parents.  they  were  cold,  and  completely  emotionless

she  felt  alone  most  of  the  time.  her  friends  were  almost  always  fake,  and  so  was  she.  she  was  always  putting  on  a  mask  too,  so  it’d  be  unfair  to  even  judge.  but  the  only  person  she  could  ever  trust  was  herself.  except  liam  was  different

she  knew  liam  her  whole  life  through  familial  connections,  but  she  only  got  closer  to  him  over  recent  years.  he  seemed  to  be  the  only  person  who  could  understand  her.  she  started  to  confide  in  him  with  a  lot  of  things.  he  made  her  feel  less  alone,  a  true  friend.  it  was  unlike  anything  she  had  ever  experienced  before  and  she  wasn’t  used  to  anyone  genuinely  caring.  he  would  let  her  sleepover  whenever  she  was  going  through  something

his  loss  hit  her  hard.  even  though  she  tries  to  appear  like  she’s  grieving  his  loss  healthily,  she  isn’t.  isabella  has  convinced  herself  she’s  cursed,  like  his  loss  was  her  fault  just  because  he  was  associated  to  her.  like  everything  she  touches  falls  apart.  she  kinda  started  using  drugs  again  more  heavily  because  of  everything,  where  before  she  mainly  only  used  in  social  settings

♡ . *    𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚    !

isabella  appears  to  be  an  extrovert  on  the  surface.  even  though  most  of  it  is  an  act,  she  has  a  lively  presence.  she  likes  to  be  the  life  of  the  party  and  the  center  of  attention,  but  when  it  comes  down  to  it,  it’s  just  part  of  the  persona  she  puts  on  for  others

she’s  playfully  flirty  with  almost  everyone.  it  started  as  a  way  to  manipulate  people,  but  she  also  finds  amusement  in  it  now.  to  her,  everything  life  is  a  game  and  she  wants  to  win

she  is  always  trying  to  manipulate  people  for  her  own  selfish  gain,  however,  she’s  extremely  careful  to  be  lowkey  about  it  so  no  one  really  knows.  she  appears  to  be  very  sincere  and  considerate  of  others.  most  people  view  her  as  harmless,  which  is  exactly  what  she  wants.  she  wants  people  to  underestimate  her

isabella  can  be  quite  full  of  herself.  she  obsesses  over  her  appearance  like  24/7  partially  due  to  her  social  media  presence.  she  won’t  leave  the  house  without  looking presentable  because  she  refuses  to  be  spotted  looking  bad

but  aside  from  obsessing  over  her  looks,  she  also  has  a  superiority  complex.  she  thinks  she’s  better  and  smarter  than  most  people,  but  she  doesn’t  show  this  side  of  herself  too  often

she  loves  to  go  out  and  be  in  the  presence  of  strangers.  she  feels  closer  to  them  than  to  the  people  she  actually  knows.  but  it’s  one  of  the  reasons  she  loves  parties  so  much.  asksjhkjsh  like  that  part  in  great  gatsby  where  that  girl  was  like  large  parties  are  much  more  intimate  !!!  that’s  bella 

her  life  is  ultimately  unfulfilling  tho,  because  the  way  she  masquerades  around  pretending  to  be  one  way  just  to  use  people  for  her  own  benefit  has  left  her  completely  alone.  she  seeks  real  friendships  and  relationships  deep  down,  but  she  does  everything  in  her  power  to  bury  this  side  of  herself.  she  also  seeks  validation  but  doesnt  care  enough  about  anyone’s  opinions  to  ever  receive  it

♡ . *    𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔    !

partner  in  crime  -  someone  who  she  can  scheme  with,  someone  who  will  play  these  little  games  with  her,  someone  she  has  fun  with

ex-lover  -  there  could  b  more  than  one  of  these   !!!    they  could  have  ended  on  bad  terms  or  good  terms,  still  have  lingering  feels  or  tension  maybe  they’re  friends  or  maybe  they  just  try  to  stay  away  from  each  other 

unrequited  crush  -  ur  muse  could  have  a  crush  on  her  and  maybe  she’s  oblivious  or  maybe  she  uses  it  to  her  advantage.  OR  we’d  have  to  plot  this  out  well  but  maybe  she  has  genuine  feelings  for  your  muse  and  doesn’t  know  what  to  do  about  it  because  this  never  really  happens

requited  feelings  -  speaks  for  itself,  but  our  muses  have  feelings  for  each  other.  ik  isabella  would  make  things  complicated  just  because  it  would  be  hard  for  her  to  accept  that  she  actually  cares  about  someone  that  isn’t  herself

will they,  won’t  they  -  there’s  tension  between  them,  but  nothing  has  ever  come  out  of  it  yet.  maybe  something  has  almost  happened,  maybe  they’ve  kissed  once,  but  either  way  the  tension  lingers  in  the  air  whenever  they’re  together

flirtationship  -  they  flirt  with  each  other  constantly,  but  nothing  has  ever  come  from  their  flirting.  maybe  they  have  good  chemistry,  but  haven't  done  anything  about  it  and  maybe  they  don’t  want  to.  maybe  they  don’t  want  to  ruin  a  good  thing 

current fling/friends  w  benefits -  someone  she  is  currently  seeing.  it’s  most  likely  no  strings  attached,  but  maybe  it’s  someone  she  genuinely  cares  about  as  a friend

enemies  w  benefits  -  imagine  the  tension   !!!   they  started  out  hating  each  other  but  ended  up  hooking  up.  maybe  it  was  a  one  time  thing,  or  maybe  they  can’t  stop  going  back  to  each  other.  maybe  they  keep  it  a  secret  and  don’t  want  anyone  else  to  know.  this  could  develop  in  soooo  many  ways  pls  this  is  so  sexy  !!!!

party  buddies  -  they  always  go  to  parties  together.  maybe  they  don’t  see  each  other  outside  of  parties,  maybe  they  met  at  a  party  and  started  hanging  out  more  afterwards

drug  /  alcohol  buddies  -  someone  she  gets  fucked  up  with.  maybe  they’re  not  that  close  when  they’re  sober,  but  are  way  closer  when  under  the  influence

ex-friends  -  someone  she  used  to  consider  a  close  friend,  but  they  had  a  falling  out  for  whatever  reason  n  maybe  they  strongly  dislike  each  other  now,  which  means  isabella  is  probably  trying  to  plot  their  down  fall

sibling-like friendship  -  someone  she  sees  like  a  sibling.  since  she’s  an  only  child,  i’d  love  a  friendship  that  feels  like  family

unlikely  friends  -  a  pair  you  wouldn't  imagine  would  be  friends,  but  for  whatever  reason,  they  get  along  well

cousins  -  they  could  get  along  well,  or  maybe  there’s  family  drama  that  makes  them  hate  each  other

take  care  -  someone  who  looks  after  her  when  she  drinks  to  much   !!!   someone  who  keeps  her  out  of  trouble  when  she’s  under  the  influence.  she  would  probably  feel  extremely  weird  like  when  she’s  sober  bc  someone  taking  care  of  her  ???  feels  fake  2  her

confidant  -  someone  who  confides  in  her  or  someone  she  confides  in,  or  they  confide  in  each  other.  they  don’t  necessarily  have  to  be  the  closest  friends  ever,  but  they  get  along  and  maybe  they  talk  more  in  private

rivals  -  they  don’t  like  each  other  for  whatever  reason,  which  we  can  plot. maybe  it’s  jealousy  or  their  personalities  just  clash,  but  for  whatever  reason  they  do  not  get  along

frenemies  -  they’re  great  friends  to  each  other’s  faces,  but  when  they’re  not  around  each  other,  they  act  questionably

bad  influence  -  someone  she  is  a  bad  influence  on.  maybe  she’s  manipulating  them,  or  just  encourages  them  to  do  bad  things  and  they  listen  to  her  for  whatever  reason

that’s  everything  !!!  i’m  soooo  sorry  this  got  a  lil  lengthy,  it  wasn’t  my  intention  but  also  idk  how  2  shut  up  AJKDSHDJH  anyway  i’m  so  excited  to  plot  with  u  all  and  start  interacting,  so  hit  me  up  on  discord  or  im’s  or  i’ll  come  to  u  <3

[cuethetommo]

LOUPOCOLYPSE DIGITAL STRATEGY BREAKDOWN: DAY 9 (04 Sep 2019)

Digital Happenings (All times are Los Angeles = UTC -7):

3:05 am - @ Louis_Tomlinson: Sooooo excited for tomorrow! (Twitter)

4:20 am - @ LTHQofficial: Not long now Team! Let us know where you’ll be listening from 🎧 #KillMyMind (with graphic of simultaneous release times) (Instagram)

4:20 am - @ LTHQofficial: Not long now Team! Let us know where you'll be listening from 🎧#KillMyMind (with graphic of simultaneous release times) (Twitter) (RT by @ Louis_Tomlinson)

8:13 am - @ Louis_Tomlinson: Right then. I’ve got a challenge for you... https://smarturl.it/LT-KMMChallenge #KillMyMind 🌎(Twitter) (RT by @ LTHQofficial) (Also posted to YouTube Community)

8:13 am - @ LouisT91: Right then. I’ve got a challenge for you... #KillMyMind 🌎(Instagram)

9:41 am - @ LTHQofficial added snippets of the song that were found on  (Instagram Stories)

~ 9:45 am - Email to Subscribers with a video from Louis about the song (Email)

9:52 am - @ LTHQofficial added a countdown to Kill My Mind with the in-studio picture of Louis (Instagram Stories)

10:52 am - @ Louis_Tomlinson: Smashed it!! That was proper quick! Also massive well done to everyone who put it together! Hope you’re all excited! (responding to fan video of snippets together) (Twitter)

11:18 am - @ LTHQofficial: Well that was quick... Well done @LouisT91Media  Who's excited for #KillMyMind tomorrow? 3PM BST! https://smarturl.it/LT-KillMyMind with compiled snippets (Twitter)

12:25 am - @ Louis_Tomlinson: Added Kill My Mind countdown over main face graphic (Instagram Stories)

12:28 pm - @ Louis_Tomlinson: Well done on solving the challenge... here's a little something as a reward #KillMyMind http://smarturl.it/LT-KillMyMind (Twitter) <-- snippet of lyric video (RT @ LTHQ Official)

12:28 pm - @ LouisT91: Well done on solving the challenge... here's a little something as a reward #KillMyMind (Instagram) 

My Opinion:

I said I was expecting a lot today and the team did not disappoint. We’ve got the reminder that Louis has a global fanbase since the whole thing kicked off at 3:05 am here in LA. I know I’m not the only one who had their heart stop in their chest thinking that the 2nd tweet was about tour dates rather than a simultaneous release. Simultaneous release is a super smart move for building immediate global hype. They seem to be looking for maximum impact at once, and I believe they’ll get it.

I posted earlier about the timing, and I still believe that the timing is meant to maximize particularly US iTunes charting with a secondary focus on Europe. But it is also one of the few times of the day where there is daylight in a lot (not all) of the timezones that Louis has toured in.

This fandom loves a challenge. To be honest, I thought we were going to have to go places again. But this works too. In typical fashion, it took us almost no time. Pull it together. But that accomplishment was acknowledged by both LTHQ and Louis which is great. THEN we got a snippet of the ACTUAL lyric video! Yes to this. 

To summarize we got Release Time, a Challenge, Louis talking about the song, a Reward, and Countdowns. Check check check. All of that is really really solid and meant to keep us engaged. And lord almighty is it working. Personally, I cannot wait for tomorrow.

Spotify Stats: 2,441,492 followers / 5,529,593 monthly listeners (5:30 pm UTC - 7)

My goal is to chart this over time, so there will for sure be mistakes. But if you want to see the rest of the series LOUPOCALPSE DIGITAL BREAKDOWN is the tag. (For folks uncomfortable with stunt mentions, I will tag stunt mention. I’m not willing to pretend they don’t happen.)

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Bias Disclaimer: I don’t believe in objectivity. I don’t think that’s something that humans are capable of and certainly not me. So, all I can do is be straight forward about what my biases are (as I know them). I’ve been involved in digital marking since the beginning of Twitter in both small and large capacities. There are certainly folks here who know more than I do, but I know a reasonable amount. I am also a recklessly optimistic person, and I’d be lying if I said that doesn’t color how I see just about everything.

[solange-lol]

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

SolangeloWeek Day 1 - Sun/Moon

Words: 1729

Read on Ao3

Long distance was hard. Harder than Nico imagined, and for all the wrong reasons too.

He expected the emptiness; the off feeling in his stomach. He knew what it was like to miss someone. (He’s been missing someone since he was ten years old, after all). The way his heart felt heavy in his chest when he had to watch Will’s face light up through a screen rather than right next to him. He knew how to deal with those ones.

What he didn’t expect was the doubt. There was a dark shadow that fell over him the moment he found he was going to study abroad in Italy for a semester; it only settled in as the thrill wore off and the date crept closer. Before he knew it, he was gone for six months with no Will. Instantly, there was a voice in the back of his head telling him, yeah, six months isn’t long but is it too long? They had only been dating for six months, and it already felt like a lifetime together.

Was this the universe’s way of telling them that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be?

Nico was so caught up in the program and trying his best to make friends for the short time he was there that he never found time to come home until Thanksgiving. Sure, Will tried to visit Nico, but being a broke college student didn’t make that too easy.

The worst part was the timezones. By the time Nico was awake, Will would just be falling asleep.  Multiple nights in a row, Nico found himself staying up until the early hours of the morning just so he could try and satisfy the neverending craving in his heart. He’d walk into class that day, coffee in hand and yawning every other minute. The small group of friends he made there would just nod in understanding. Many of them were also exchange students in situations much like him, and that would talk it out over lunch. Other’s, who had lived there their whole life, just gave him a sympathetic look and offered to listen. Nico never really talked too much to those kids.

It got to a point where his grades started to slip, and he was nearly kicked out of the program. The fight he had with Will that night left them in tears and out of touch for nearly a week. He was still trying to block that one out.

That was a while ago, though, and things were better now. The only downside of focusing on his own life was not feeding into that craving, fueled by communication with Will. Sure, they theoretically had their whole lives to spend together, and Nico knew that rationally this was when he was supposed to focus on his future.

Really though, the only thing he knew for sure about his future is that he wanted Will in it.

That’s what he had to remind himself every time breaking up with Will crossed his mind. And it seemed to be happening more as the weeks pass by. That isn’t what he wants though, right?

Nico felt like banging his head against the wall a few hundred times. Maybe that would clear it. Instead, he resorted to lying down on the desk with his head in his arms.

Not only a second later did he feel a sharp jab in his side.

He turned his head, glaring at the culprit. “Are you ever going to cut those things?”

His friend, and current enemy, Reyna, just grinned wickedly. “Nope,” she said, wriggling perfectly manicured nails, which resembles more of claws at the moment. (How she gets anything done with them, Nico still didn’t understand.) “I need a weapon of defense.” (Also untrue, she had a pocket knife hidden somewhere in her bag, as well as a glare hard enough it scared him).

“Not even when you visit your girlfriend next week? That would be, like, the wrong kind of scissoring.”

Reyna smacked him. Hard. He had it coming, to be honest.

“First of all, Thalia’s ace. Second of all, don’t get jealous. You act like an asshole when you do.”

“Not jealous of anything,” Nico mumbles, slumping back in his seat.

Reyna pus down the pen she was previously fiddling with. “You’ve been acting weird about it ever since I told you I was leaving. What’s wrong?”

“Missing Will. Nothing new.”

As if on cue, like he could detect Nico’s sour mood, his phone buzzed with a text from Will.

[12:11] From: Will ♥: just had to read this prom for engish. made me think of you. maybe you know it?

Attached was a link to “i carry your heart” by E.E. Cummings. Nico did know it. In fact, he did an entire presentation in high school analyzing it, which is why he couldn't help but chuckle quietly to himself as he typed his response.

[12:11] To: Will ♥: you know that poem is about pregnancy, right?

[12:12] To: Will ♥: unless you have something you want to tell me

Will’s response was quick, and Nico had to cover his mouth in order not to burst out giggling in the middle of class.

[12:13] From: Will ♥: what???!!! but i watched a video adaptation and it was a long distance couple! and the authors a guy!!!

[12:13] To: Will ♥: think about it: in what situation would you be carrying another heart in your own body

[12:13] From: Will ♥: heart transplant???????

This time, Nico wasn’t ready for the laugh that bubbled out of him. He quickly clamped a hand over his mouth as Reyna and half of his classmates turned to look at him.

[12:15] To: Will ♥: irrelevant

[12:15] From: Will ♥: future surgeon here telling you that actually heart transplants are VERY relevant

[12:16] To: Will ♥: for you, maybe. go back to class there, doctor, or you’ll never learn how to do one

After a few minutes without a response, Nico concluded that his boyfriend decided to listen to him. He put his phone down on the desk, chest aching.

A minute later, there was another sharp jab in his side.

“Ow!” Nico whisper-yelled at Reyna. “You have got to stop doing that.”

“Sorry,” she whispered back, looking not very sorry at all. “But I came up with a plan.”

***

Will had been calling Nico every night for weeks ever since he “gave” him a plane ticket to visit him in Italy as an early Christmas gift. In any other circumstance, Will would have refused, but it had been five months after all. He did his best to keep up the act and talk in the same excited tone while swamped in the massive piles of work he had to do in order for the plan to work.

Nico felt for a second like he should be guilty that he didn’t really give him anything at all until he reminded himself that what Will was really getting was much better.

It was an agonizing near-11 hour flight, especially considering how much Nico hated planes. Almost made him wish that he did just buy a ticket for Will.

Stop that, he told himself. It’s the last time you’ll be taking one, anyway.

The moment he stepped off the plane and into the airport, his phone rang.

“I just got to the airport,” Will breathed, and Nico could practically hear him smiling. “I’m so excited I don’t even care that it’ll be another 12 hours until I see you.”

“I know,” Nico said, and his own smile grew knowing it wouldn’t be that long until he really saw Will. He quickened his pace, hoping he could catch Will before he saw him. He walked through a set of doors and immediately spotted a familiar head of curly blonde hair talking on the phone with the biggest smile. Nico felt like his heart was exploding. Bingo.

“Speaking of which, you still need to text me the plane ticket,” Will reminded him, and Nico wanted to laugh, laugh as loud as he possibly could because he could see, actually see, the playful sternness in Will’s face now and oh God, he missed him so much.

Instead, he quietly crept behind him. Luckily, Will seemed so wrapped up in their conversation he didn’t seem to notice him. “I know, I know.”

Will laughed. “I swear, your voice just became so clear. Maybe I just have my ears trained to only hear you, even in a crowded airport.”

“Will.” Nico lowered his phone, speaking as loud as he could without yelling. “Turn around.”

(He set a mental reminder to thank Reyna for this plan because the look on Will’s face was one he hoped to never forget).

It was like a moment out of a movie. Will turned, disbelief in his face turning into pure joy the minute he spotted his boyfriend.

“Nico!” he yelled, before running forward without hesitation right into Nico’s waiting arms.

Nico wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. Apparently, he doesn’t have to decide, because he finds himself doing both as he whispers “Hey.” There was nothing to describe the emotion in being able to hug Will again, to just hold him in his arms without the knowledge that at some point, he’s going to let go.

He’s not letting go. Not this time.

“I thought you weren’t coming home until you were done with school there?” Will finally pulls away, still holding onto Nico’s hands.

“I am done with school.”

Suddenly, Will’s face falls. “What? You didn’t drop out, did you?”

“No, no, of course not. I went to my teachers and requested that I get ahead of work so I can leave a month early. It’s not that uncommon, actually,” he grins, breathless by the moment. “I’m done. Officially.”

Will’s smiling again, and they’re both crying still. Nico can’t believe he ever considered breaking up with him. It was so, so worth it in the end.

“You're here? Like, here to stay?” Will chokes out.

Nico nods. “Here to stay.”

And suddenly Will is kissing him. He just about drops everything in his hands so they’re free to tangle amongst his curls.

He doesn’t even care that they’re in the middle of an airport.

It feels so right. He’s home for good.

~~~

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[homenum-revelio-hq]

Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix, Tori!

You have been accepted for the role of HESTIA JONES! We really enjoyed the balance and realism you brought not just to Hestia’s flaws, but to the flawed world in which she (and everyone else!) lives, and we’re looking forward to all the tension this lovely little firecracker will add to the Order! We are so excited to have you as part of this roleplay!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Tori

AGE: 24

TIMEZONE: EST

ACTIVITY LEVEL: Well, due to classes and my internship being online now, I have lots of free time. I’ll definitely be able to check and reply throughout the week. Weekends I will be able to as well, but I  spend those days with my spouse, so I may not reply as frequently.

ANYTHING ELSE: Rape/non-con/dub-con is definitely something that needs to be tagged for me. I’m okay with most other things.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Hestia Jones

AGE: 18

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cisgender female, she/her. Hestia is currently a bit…confused, is how I’ll put it, about her sexuality. Those types of things were taught and not mentioned a whole lot, so her attraction to women makes her feel a bit uncomfortable. And scared. But she’s interested in them.

BLOOD STATUS: Half-blood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Ravenclaw

ANY CHANGES: Nope! I love Lana as the FC!

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Hestia is very good at thinking outside the box. Whether it comes to her ideas at her internship or fashion or even at the Order, she doesn’t do well with just sticking with the status quo. At the internship, this was easy. There were so many laws to be changed and there were all right and legal channels to go through. Her supervisors even encouraged her to keep digging! In the Order, she tries to speak up, but because she’s a low-level member, her ideas fall short. It’s frustrating. But she keeps going back to the drawing board to come up with something new. She’s not one to back down from a fight or to give up so easily.

She’s also very independent, even from a young age she liked doing things herself. She hates asking for help and admitting defeat. Her supervisors always write “Shows great initiative!” on all her reports. She’s not afraid to tell people how she feels or what she thinks should be done. She’s not afraid to get ahead of the curve, to get ahead of the trends.

Although, because she’s so full of ideas of what to do next, Hestia isn’t the best listener. It’s like she zones out the minute someone tells her what’s actually going to be done. Or what she could be doing better. At 18, Hestia thinks she’s an adult and that her ideas are just as good as anyone else’s. And sometimes that means everyone else is wrong in her eyes.

She also has a bit of internalized-homophobia and internalized-misogyny as well. It’s the early 80s and no one really talks about gay people, about those who may not be straight. At least not in a positive way. And with dealing with her own feelings of same-gender attraction, she’s trying to repress it. She has a mean jealous streak and it shows when she sees anyone who is out talking about it. How dare they feel so comfortable when she doesn’t? She’s trying to deny her own feelings and Hestia isn’t the greatest at dealing with that. It’s given her a big compulsive streak as well. She’ll go out drinking with other interns and black out, as if that’s going to help with anything. But at least it means she doesn’t have to think about her own feelings too much.

With the internalized-misogyny it’s a bit more difficult. Hestia hates the “I’m not like other girls”. The ones who think they’re better just because they’re not into fashion or doing their nails, because they’re too busy reading and being introverts. And she does kind of look down on women who aren’t as feminine.

Despite those things, she is rather welcoming and definitely is still in the fight against the oppression of muggleborns, halfbreeds and the others. She would never look down on someone because of blood or even species.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Hestia grew up an only child to a muggle father, Alexander, and witch, Natalie, surrounded by all the love she could ask for. Or, at least, that’s the way she saw it. Her parents were always supportive of her aspirations and her goals. Even if her father didn’t quite understand everything that she talked about. Her parents also both worked a lot and had very well-established careers. Hestia never went without anything. But her parents made sure that their daughter didn’t grow up too spoiled. They taught her to work hard and to never stop being curious.

Hestia did grow up seeing some of the racism that her parents, and herself at times, faced. And it made her even more empathetic to the cause of fighting oppression. The fact that her parents changed their names to something more “normal” made her angry. The fact that they couldn’t truly be themselves. While her parents didn’t instill this fight in her, she has it because of them indirectly.

OCCUPATION:

She is still a law intern in the Department of Magical Law. It becomes a struggle to go in each and every morning, knowing that she’s lying to everyone there on what she’s doing. On who she is. But currently it’s the most moral way to change the laws. The Order certainly isn’t holding any protests or petitioning the Minster, that’s for sure. Still, she hates holding this secret in and sooner or later she’s afraid she might just spill the beans.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

She’s a low-level member and quite frankly, she’s tired of not being heard. Of being looked down upon because she’s not in the inner-circle. As if cliques at Hogwarts weren’t annoying enough. She knows she’s smart and more than capable with a wand, so why won’t they listen to her? Would it be so terrible to listen to the low-level, and quite young, members?

She also just has a lot of complicated thoughts, because she’s still working for the Ministry. If they found out what she was a part of they’d…well, Hestia doesn’t want to think about that. Going to meetings and headquarters gives her so much anxiety that she’s hardly able to sleep at night. Is this the right thing to do? She’s never been one to follow what people tell her to do, to behave how people want her to, but this? This is something else entirely. And it feels like no traction is being made. Voldemort and the Death Eaters just seem to be getting stronger and more powerful. Hestia joined to make a difference, but all she’s doing is getting ignored.

Hestia also sees the wear and tear it has on members like Fabian, who rushes head first into danger. Who looks like he’s dead behind his eyes. If this organization is doing so much good (supposedly!) then why is Fabian on the edge of suicide?

SURVIVAL:

Hestia’s safety net is her internship, is the Ministry. As much as the Order hates them, she needs them to stay alive. If she doesn’t have that, then she’s not sure what she’ll have. Where she’ll go. If something happens to the Order, she’ll keep her internship and hopefully get a job at the Department of Magical Law. Having a secret life isn’t ideal, but she’s glad her more public life is the one with the Ministry. Hestia is 18 and thinks that maybe she can still change laws and the Ministry from the inside.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Hestia is very busy between the internship and the Order, but she tries to spend time with her friends. To go out to the pubs with them (and maybe drinks far too much). She’s not interested in a full-fledged long-term relationship at the moment, but she wouldn’t mind some company. A friends-with-benefits situation. Hestia has no idea how her friendships are staying above water with everyone so stressed and worn-out all the time. Maybe it’s because alcohol hides that for a moment, or maybe they’re all just very good at pretending.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: I ship chemistry above all else. I don’t really have any anti-ships besides no chemistry.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

I like to think that since Hestia comes from a fairly well-to-do family, she doesn’t really get poverty. She doesn’t understand that some people can’t just shop all the time or get their nails or hair done. Obviously, she’s around some Weasley members, but she just doesn’t get why they don’t just work harder. Like her parents.

I mentioned above her internalized-homophobia, so there’s that as well.

Part of her has a hard time looking at the bad parts of the Ministry, because she works there and Amelia is so supportive. She’d rather just keep her head in the sand when it comes to the not-so morally upright things they do. I think of the line from Rogue One where Jyn says it’s not a problem if you don’t look up [and see the Imperial flag]. That’s Hestia about the Ministry most of the time.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

Getting to explore her emotions and feelings about working for both the Order and the Ministry. How complicated that is, how it compromises her at times. It’s a very interesting dynamic.

PLOT DROP IDEAS (OPTIONAL):

This might be something the Amelia mun and I work out, but I absolutely want Amelia to find out at some point. And to explore how that changes their relationship. Or even if someone else finds out Hestia is part of the Order.

ANYTHING ELSE? That’s all!

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Can I have a request where the male V3 cast’s fem!s/o went to vacation to America and then two days later, police come to their door come to question them and it was later discovered that someone killed her. 4 months later when it was her funeral she just s h o w s u p . And so she later had to explain her wacky adventure that went from the mafia to curses. Bonus points if she just yells: “OI! I thought I told you not to eat my cake... or did I?”

Sorry but this time I won't fight for bonus points

V3 boys whose fem!s/o went to America for sometime and then days later it was  discovered that someone killed her when it was her funeral she just shows up

Ryoma Hoshi

He didn't mind you going there alone. Like why should he stop you? Ryoma trusted you and knew that you were smart enough to not get yourself in trouble.

But few days later he was informed that someone killed you and he couldn't belive it... Why did world want to take everything from him so badly? He should have come with you... Or at least stop you... But it's too late now... He needs to face reality.

For first week he tried to get over it alone and didn't told any of your friends about it but your family members did knew.

All that time you weren't around he felt empty and didn't smile at all. But can anyone blame him really?

Ryoma didn't move any of your belongings he knew that sooner or later he had to do it but he just didn't not even when your funeral was next week.

When the funeral took place it was quite awkward since your body wasn't found but the killer turned themselves in immediately after committing their crime.

Some people found it wierd since why hold this event without the body? It was more likely to be just a sad party where all your loved ones mourn your death.

That is untill you suddenly walked in. Everyone was surprised and Ryoma didn't knew what to think at that moment.

While everyone gathered into large group hug you were quite confused and when they let you go you asked Ryoma what happened.

So he told you whole story. But to be honest he thought that everything in front of him wasn't real and it was all a dream... Thank God he was wrong he was so wrong and he can't be more happy to be wrong.

When you came home Ryoma asked you what actually happened and where were you entire time? You saw no point in lying to him so you told him what happened.

Gonta Gokuhara

He understood why you were going there without him and of course he will miss you but he doesn't want to hold you back.

So he tried to plan something on your arrival. But other than that he did pretty much what he usually did when you weren't around.

However about 2 days after the police informed him about the incident... And he couldn't belive it...

He felt like his legs were giving up on him and started crying. You were so kind! Why whould anyone do this to you!?

It led him to this point where he didn't knew what to do. Should he tell anyone? What is he going to do without you for good!?

It broke his heart when he thought that he won't ever see your smile again... Won't hear your voice... Nothing will ever be the same...

He decided to distract himself from this brutal reality for a bit and spent some time taking care of his bug friends. But it wasn't enough to cure his broken heart. No matter what he did he couldn't stop crying...

After some time had passed Gonta started thinking more about memories he made with you instead of the fact that he won't be able to build any new.

And when it came to your funeral he was calm. Still extremely sad but calm. All of your friends and family members were there and he talked to them entire event.

That is untill everyone saw a familiar face... It was you!? Gonta was super happy and confused but mainly happy!

He gave you the warmest hug and didn't question what happened for the time being. Gonta told you how much he missed you and you just couldn't help but smile.

Later on you told him about your adventure and he was impressed since what you did was so brave!!!

K1B0

Keebo fully understood why he shouldn't come with you so he didn't question it.

So he often contacted you and accidentally forgot about the timezones- so he did call you while you were sleeping. He didn't do it intentionally tho-

He started worrying when you didn't show any signs of being alive but he thought that you were just having a good time and he should stop worrying.

But when he was informed about your death he could not believe it... It must have been a joke right?

After some time though he believed it and felt like he was about to cry... Right he can't cry...

He wanted to be alone for a while so he ignored every call he received and didn't let anyone inside.

'a while' lasted for about 2 weeks- then he ansvered to all the messages he got but he still was extremely sad.

There wasn't anything specific he did before your funeral. He was doing everything he did before but... You just weren't there...

When everyone gathered he thought about how much he loves you and wished you were alive... Then he felt someone touch his shoulder.

As he turned around he saw you and shouted your name catching all attention. Keebo was extremely glad that you were alive.

He didn't care about people around and asked you what happened.

Kaito Momota

When you told him about going there he let you go on one condition. You HAVE to call him every day.

So when he didn't got a call one day he was getting worried since you didn't ansver his calls either... Maybe you went to sleep early? Maybe your phone battery was dead?

Another day passed and he still didn't hear from you... But he did hear from the police that you were dead.

Kaito couldn't belive it. At first he doubted it but sooner or later he had to acknowledge it...

He tried not to think about it but he couldn't stop no matter how hard he tried.

Entire time between your death and funeral he tried to spend with his friends so he could calm down. But he just couldn't stop thinking about you.

When it was time he didn't understood why there whould be a funeral if there was no body. To be honest he still felt like something was wrong and you were still alive. At least that's what he hoped for.

That's when he looked around and saw you. There was no mistaking it definitely you. At first he was freaking out since he realized you might be a ghost but- it's you.

When you noticed him you ran towards him catching everyone's attention as they didn't knew what to say...

After all you were supposed to be dead! But not like anyone is complaining about the fact that you are alive.

He asked you thousands of questions from what happened to you to where you have been this entire time.

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi didn't stop you from going there and didn't even thought about it.

When you were gone he missed you but you talked from time to time so it wasn't that bad.

It was bad when he was told that you died though. He became a shut-in and didn't go outside for quite a while untill some of his friends payed him a visit.

They managed to put him together but it didn't change fact that he was constantly thinking about you. In the good way though.

He slowly got over your death but didn't try to forget you. Heck it was last thing he wanted.

After few months he was at your funeral trying not to cry. He needs to stay strong.

But in reality what made him cry wasn't the fact that you were dead it was the fact that you were alive.

Seeing you made him feel much better. And then you explained everything to him.

Rantaro Amami

Rantaro whould love to come there with you but he couldn't. It was mostly around his sisters but he told you to go by yourself.

Every day you made sure to at least text him so he started worrying after you didn't contact him for 3 days...

Then information about your death wasn't a secret. He felt like he was going crazy. Denying it he thought that it was just a nightmare but it wasn't.

He tried to hide all of the despair from his siblings and tried to act like nothing happened. But he abandoned sleep. He couldn't sleep knowing that he won't ever see you again.

And everything was like that until it was your funeral.

But during it he just felt empty... Still he wanted to live for your sake.

However all his thoughts were disturbed when he saw you making grand entrance on your own funeral.

He immediately stood up and ran towards you he hugged you close and didn't let you go for very long time.

Kokichi Ouma

He wanted to go too so he tried to change your mind about going alone. But you couldn't take him and he knew why.

So your plans stayed the same. Still Kokichi often called you in the middle of the night on purpose. It was a little revange but two can play this game.

Either way you stopped responding. He thought you were just annoyed by this so he didn't worry.

That is untill he was informed about your death... He didn't wanted to believe it but it was the truth. But he didn't cry. Instead Kokichi was lost in thought mainly thinking about what you went through together.

Around others Kokichi acted like he usually did to their surprise. But only you could tell it was a lie. Still you weren't there so this doesn't matter.

When months passed it was your funeral already. And everyone was surprised to see your there ALIVE!?

When Kokichi saw you he couldn't tell how he felt but those emotions sure were positive. He asked you what happened and that's when you told him entire story but not in detail.

Korekiyo Shinguji

When you were going on your vacation Korekiyo had planned to do his anthropology work and he focused on his research only- if not the fact that he whould wait for you to contact him and see how were you doing.

However one day he got message from your killer and his heart literally stopped when he saw that message.

He calmed down thinking it was a joke (even though you never joked like this) but then the photo was sent and he didn't knew what to do at this point.

The police took care of it but your body wasn't there when they went to investigate. Still there was your blood on the crime scene.

Korekiyo thought about preforming a seance and that's exactly what he did. There was something odd though... It didn't work. Maybe it was because he was way too far from place of your death? Or maybe there was no death to begin with.

Either way Korekiyo didn't thought that you actually died because there was just too many odds.

But he showed up at your funeral either way. Still he didn't believe that it was happening.

All his thoughts were confirmed when you showed up. He wasn't as surprised as rest of your loved ones. But he was first one to hug you. It was very tight and loving hug even though he thought that you weren't dead part of him thought that he was desperately denying truth.

~Mod Chiaki

[outerspaceisbetterthannothing]

Hi my sweet baby k! You deserve ALL THE FOLLOWERS! Congrats on the milestone! Heres to many many more! 💜😍🌻 2nd list. #21, 63, 98 with Ashton I LOVE YOU

Skyler, thank you so much, my sunflower! 🌻 Hope you like this! I love you more! 💖💖💖

Touring with the band wasn’t easy. You knew that before you agreed on that crazy idea popped out of your best friend one night.

You’ve known Ashton for long, an eternity it seems sometimes. You even went so far couple of times to say you knew him your entire life. And that wasn’t an exaggeration of any kind, you knew well enough you’ve lived an entirely different life since you met him. So you’ve seen one too many times how drained of all strength he was coming home from tours. And promo radio tours were even worse, as he had no chance to get the energy and drive from playing his music live to people, being doomed to numerous interviews and events.

So when one night he suggested you going with him to that european promo thing, you knew it wouldn’t be as easy and fun as Ash was saying. You’ve spent not one sleepless night considering his offer, which he repeated the very next morning, wishing to show he wasn’t acting on alcohol or anything and really wanted you to go. Still you weren’t sure. Not sure to refusing him eventually, but he, knowing well what your answer would be, used his secret weapon. You were stubborn, yes, but never stubborn enough for his puppy eyes. Damn, he knew you had hard times resisting his eyes and was shameless enough to use it against you.

So you agreed. And you haven’t regretted it for a bit. But it was exactly as hard as you thought it would be. New city every day, changing of timezones and languages wasn’t easy in the first place. And the fact that you’ve seen your best friend only early in the morning before his interviews or late in the night after, tired and practically sleeping with open eyes, wasn’t adding to your fun. Sure there were couple days off you two spent together, but it was much less than you wanted. And much less than he needed.

Despite that you loved every day of the tour and cherished every moment spent with Ashton. Even half an hour you spent earlier today under the pouring rain in Berlin, trying to find the way to your hotel. That was actually the best part of the tour so far. You both got soaked in no time and soon were shaking from the wind, but you couldn’t help laughing. You just felt so free and so happy. Ashton had a tendency to bring up those feelings in you since the day. And even though you never let yourself bask in them for long (knowing there was no point in growing up a crush on your own best friend), you let yourself feel absolutely happy under that rain. Especially when Ashton put a strain of wet hair off your face and under some impulse hugged you so hard he almost crashed your ribs. You didn’t say a word, though. You were just standing there under the rain, hugging each other, and nothing in the world was better than this moment. And when it ended he didn’t say a word. You were also keeping silent. You just smiled to each other and kept going through the streets of an unknown city, your hand in his big warm hand.

You tried not to put great store on it. It was nothing, you knew, just a friendly episode. But you knew it was the best moment of your life so far. You knew you’d probably pay for it with the heartache later. You were already paying, you knew, as you felt restless lying here in your bed for several hours, feeling cold and hot at the same time. You knew you wouldn’t sleep that night. At least not here and alone. So you got out of your bed and went to the only place where you could get help.

Ashton was a deep sleeper and there was no point in knocking at his door at the middle of the night. You tried to call him couple times while you were still in your room, but there was no answer. Fortunately, you had a spare key to his room. “For the emergency,” he said, handing it to you. And tonight you had an emergency, didn’t you? So you exited your room, made sure no one was there in the hall to see you sneaking in one certain drummer’s room and entered his suite. You tiptoed to his bed and shook his shoulder.

“Fuck off,” he mumbled and turned his head the other side, trying to bury it deeper in the pillows.

You shook harder.

“Cal, go away, do the morning stuff without me,” he mumbled again, his words hardly audible.

“Ash?” you called quitely.

He sat up abruptly and looked at you. Even in the darkness of the room you could see how agitated and worried he looked.

“What happened? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m-” you started as he stretched his hand out and picked up his phone from the night stand.

“Why are you up at 4 am?” he asked, his voice even more worried.

“I couldn’t sleep, so I thought we could cuddle,” you said, feeling suddenly guilty as hell for waking him up and even more so for making him worry about you. He was the one who needed to go through the whole day of promo tomorrow, not you. Why haven’t you thought about it before you woke him up?

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4 am to cuddle?” he asks, his voice raspy from the sleep.

“I’m-” you stumbled. You were sure you’ve never felt so stupid in your entire life. “You’re right, it’s- I don’t know what I was thinking about. I’m sorry, just go back to sleep, I’m- um- I’m sorry, Ash-”

“Shut up and get in,” he interrupted your mumbling and moved over to make some space on the bed for you.

“No, I’ll go,” you said stubbornly, “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Get your ass here,” he said, holding up the covers for you. “You woke me up at 4 am, you owe me cuddles.”

You smiled shyly and got in his warm bed. Ashton put the covers over you, his arms enveloping you tightly. You inhaled the familiar smell and felt your whole body relax.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” he asked softly, his breath moving your hair.

“Dunno, been feeling off,” you answered and yawned. Ashton laughed at your answer and tightened his arms around you. You made a cute squeezing sound as he kissed your forehead. And then he froze. You literally felt his muscles getting stone hard.

“You’re hot,” he said, same worried notes back in his voice.

“Is it socially acceptable to tell one’s best friend that they are hot?” you tried to joke that out, finding yourself not ready to that kind of talk at four in the morning.

Ashton sighed. “You know I love your dumb ass, so don’t get me wrong. I didn’t mean it that way,” you felt him looking at you through the pitched darkness. “Even though you’re hot which I’m usually trying not to think about,” he sighed again. “What I was saying is your temperature is high. You’re burning up.”

“No way!” you huffed.

“Yes way,” he said, his arms letting go of you gently.

“It’s just hot here, is all,” you tried to argue, thinking how high was the possibility of you catching a cold after that rain. “You’re warm, so it’s hot here. Where are you going?” you finally whined, seeing him getting out of bed and looking for a shirt.

“To the reception, maybe they have some meds or know the closest pharmacy that works at night,”  he explained.

You heard by his voice how grumpy and irritated he was getting with every other minute. You sat up in bed looking at him, trying to find his boots in the dark. You felt even more stupid and guilty than before. You not only woke him up at the middle of the night, but also made him get out of bed feeling responsible of you. You were on the verge of crying so angry with yourself you were.

“Ashton, please, go back to bed,” you asked him in a quiet voice, pushing the tears back.

“No, you need some meds,” he replied and picked up the first shoe from the floor.

“I need cuddles. And you need sleep,” you said in a pleading tone. “Please, Ashton! You’ll have a full day of promo tomorrow. I’m sorry I didn’t think about this earlier and I’m sorry I woke you up, but-”

“The hell are you apologizing for?” Ashton asked, his voice now more confused than angry. He stood in the middle of the room, one shoe in his hand, his eyes at you. “You got in that rain because of me. You got wet and then cold, and now you’re sick. And this is my fucking fault.”

“Ash, it was the rain. You can’t control the weather,” you snorted. “It’s not your fault and I’ll be fine by the morning, promise. Come here and let’s sleep.”

“You don’t get it, right?”

“I don’t get wh-”

“I had one responsibility only, taking care of you,” he said, his word bitter. “And I screwed up. After everything, after you came here with me, despite how you didn’t want, and I know you didn’t want, don’t argue, after all the days in hotel rooms, after all my stupid plans for us two and all the words I never had the guts to say, and after you still being here for me, I had one task only. And I failed.”

“Ashton,” you said softly, moving forward on the bed, not getting the half of what he was talking about. But it didn’t matter right now. You’ll ask him tomorrow, or next week. Now you needed him back in the bed.

“No,” he shook his head stubbornly. “You need meds. I’ll find you some meds.”

“I need you,” you smiled softly at him. You knew he was stubborn, just like you. But he also could never say no to your puppy eyes. “ You said you had to take care of me, then take care of me.” You heard his heavy sigh, you knew you were winning this battle. “Please don’t go.”

He sighed again, even heavier this time, dropped the shoe and crawled back on the bed.

“If you’re still hot in the morning, we’re taking you to the doctor’s,” he hummed, displease in his voice.

“Didn’t you say yourself I was hot?” you mocked him.

Ashton got under the covers and opened his arms for you. You didn’t need to be asked twice.

“I mean it, we’re going to the hospital in the morning,” he repeated trying to stay serious.

Fortunately, you had an ace up your sleeve to get him out of his grumpy mood.

“Yes, daddy,” you said, sugar venom in your voice.

You heard his breathing got off the beat, he almost choke on your answer. You remembered the night you two got so wasted that you ended up discussing the turns on. Ashton sweared after that night he’d never gonna drink with you again. But you knew he wouldn’t be able to keep that promise. And also, what was said was already said and there was no way to change it, drinking or no drinking.

“You must think you’re so funny,” he huffed.

“I know I am,” you informed him boldly. “And you know it too,” you kept a pause before finishing, “daddy.”

He sighed. Again.

“Sleep,” he ordered and kissed your forehead.

You wanted to say something else, tease the hell out of him. But he never detached his lips off your forehead, the feeling of them making you suddenly numb and obeying. You promised yourself to get better in the morning. After all, you needed all you strength to ask him about those things he said before. But that would be tomorrow. and now you just closed your eyes and drifted to sleep listening to his steady breathing, all your world focused in one spot on your skin where his lips were touching you.