#this is kind of a shitty scribble but it was fun idk

[dreamdripdistance]

blond guy hours ‼️‼️‼️

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

melda tâe, pray tell: what are the ojv!style/starsev's favorite foods? <3

HELLO MELMË!!! Oooo this is such a fun ask ilysm and I love any excuse to be Incredibly Annoying abt the OrangeJuiceVerse so YEP HERE WE GO!!!

Kyle- Kyle SO has a sweet tooth!!! (I love that that’s a universal Kyle hc btw) that boy is THERE for any baked goods deadass even those shitty gas station packaged muffins (Stan is scribbling out the nutritional information (or as he calls it, Food Lore, well into their 30s)) and Kyle def consumes anything sugary. As for actual real food, he likes Italian a lot which works very well bc pasta is a general hit w everyone. Favorite fast food place is subway and he ALWAYS rearranges the sandwich components to make sure the distribution is right (he claims he doesn’t have obsessive compulsive tendencies) (he does) so this guy is THE reason the ojv is called the ojv, his favorite beverage is orange juice with seven ice cubes and a pinch of salt bc he’s picky even when he claims to not be, he’s also a red wine enjoyer

STAN!!! Oh my god he and Cartman and Kenny are bottomless pits!!! Stan is a big boi and he’s packing away everything he eats bc 1) he hates waste, and 2) he’s just hungry. BUT he’s really more of a savory guy. Veggie king, ofc, and he’s at every fast food place in town ordering any vegetarian option, ALSO!!! This man LOVES spicy food but his stomach doesn’t. He’ll get a couple crunchwraps sub refried beans and slather that shit in Diablo sauce, but there’s a pretty good chance he’s gonna be nauseous a few hours later. Also he loves Kyle’s cooking!!! Bc Ky likes to cook when he’s stressed and Stan likes Kyle, and Kyle makes this really kickass homemade bread (jalapeño cheese bread oh my god I really want some now) Stan is also SO bad at drinking water but he is in fact a soda enjoyer. Miller Lite and the cheapest vodka known to man (before he stopped drinking) are a staple, also he frequents the local smoothie king and gets a chocolate hulk. For most of their life style has been ordering an olive and pineapple pizza. Stan always dips it in extra marinara.

Tweek- he is seriously just a snacker. Like Girl Dinner has nothing on Tweek Dinner. His meals look like a Charlie Brown thanksgiving. If he even remembers food is a thing. But like Craig will come home and be like “what do u want for dinner” and Tweek’s like “oh I ate a whole jar of pickles” the amount of half eaten granola bars in that house smh. BUT he can decimate so much garlic bread. A very big lemonade fan.

Craig! He’ll eat whatever, nonchalant KING unless!!!! He’s having a bad day and is already on the cusp of a meltdown. If he’s overstimulated it’s a sprite and an uncrustable. A grape uncrustable. Also I just feel like he likes seafood? I cannot explain why, but he does. Also he’s really good about hydration, he likes routine and he has one of those bottles w the time markers lmao. And he’s weirdly pretentious abt craft beers like when he and Kyle take their lil excursions to their spot he’s drinking an ipa that’s lowkey gross but then he’s just shrugging at Kyle and being all “idk the citrus hits in the aftertaste” like an asshole.

KENNY ok Kenny is also not picky in the slightest, how could he be with how he grew up, but I feel like he’s especially fond of easy meals like casseroles, frozen pizza, that kind of stuff. When he starts actually making a stable living off his art he hits up ALL the local food trucks and small businesses and broadens his food knowledge, and he’s keeping the smaller struggling businesses going just by his support. He is another example of ojv losers not drinking enough water, thinks Mountain Dew counts, literally he would’ve developed scurvy in college if left to his own devices. SMH ily kenneth also he and Stan have both thrown up bc they tried to one up each other doing shots of hot sauce

Marj my queen! She, like Kyle, likes sugar, if the homies are going to a diner she’s getting pancakes, and she takes her coffee ALL dressed up. Also kenny is the grillmaster and Marj is making the BEST sides for the bbq!!! Omg she loves her some pasta salad and a lil shrimp shishkabab moment like put this girl on the cover of a southern living magazine with her sweet iced tea (she makes the best sweet tea) marj my goddess pls quit causing problems on the internet and just use ur hospitality degree to run a b&b and make the best biscuits and gravy ever

Cartman. Bruh. Eric Cartman. He has THE most expensive taste known to man when he’s older but until he gets into the Rich People scene he doesn’t really care about what he’s eating or if it’s of good quality. In college he dragged the m5 to some shitty steakhouse bc he heard it was a good deal, and also bc he was mad at Stan for belting As Long As You’re Mine from Wicked and he knew Stan wouldn’t have any food options there lmfao that asshole (he did have to put a dollar in the Fuckwad Jar). He will also eat the weirdest combination of things. Who is putting whipped cream and chocolate syrup on fried chicken? This man. He is a Diet Coke enjoyer lmfao also he drinks martinis with olives bc “it makes me look sexy and kewl” he doesn’t like olives btw he’s just an asshole

I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS!!! The ask is always open for ANY of my AU’s or if ur just bored or want fic recs I’m a huge loser and my sp obsession is ever ridiculous.

[tattooeddeadtreelover]

How I Annotate Books:

Here's a little tutorial that nobody asked for 🤭🤭 on how I annotate my books because it's fun and I'm obsessed!!

Firstly:

Get rid of that "books are sacred" mentality - or just learn to be okay with only the books you've annotated being a bit messy. (There are also other ways around this: like buying two copies of a book, but im too broke for that 😓.)

Annotating Materials:

You don't need an excessive amount of expensive materials to annotate: a pen or pencil would be perfectly fine!!

However, I usually use:

Black Pen - I would recommend a nice one but like I just use any shitty little pen I can find.

Highlighters - You could use any colours I would either match it to the cover art or to the different tabs I use. (ALSO USE A RULER PLEASE 🙏 🙏 IM BEGGING IT LOOKS SO MUCH BETTER)

Sticky Tab Things - Yk what I'm on about I match mine to the cover cos the neon ones make me violently ill 🤮🤮❌️❌️❌️. But anyways...I usually just use nice coloured ones to match my highlighters or the cover design.

Post It Notes - Again, I always colour match but I found this nice brown ones on amazon which like match the bookish vibe 🤭🤭 so I use them if I don't have any other option.

That's mainly what I use but you could also experiment with colourful pens and gel pens or pencils!! Do whatever you want, but I do advise that it looks best if there is some kind of colour coordination.

Annotating:

Tabbing System: I'll usually have tabs for characters and analysis (dependent on how rich the book's language is) and fave quotes🥰🥰. I know that some people like to tab emotional or romantic parts but I'm not really big on that.

What I Write: Usually dependent on the book, but most of the time its just my stupid little commentary on everything. Sometimes I may actually form an eloquent analysis but that's like once in a blue moon type shit. If I'm feeling smart ig...Anyways some more examples (from my beloved..)

Some of my more stupid notes: featuring me simping over Henry Marchbanks Winter (this is a judgement-free zone!!).

In contrast, more in-depth analysis, or waffle idk?? Depends on your perspective.

^^This is the paragraph for context. 🥰🥰

What I Highlight: Any pretty quotes or prose (Donna Tartt's writing>>>), key plot points or information about characters, or just anything I want to make a note about.

I circle, underline, and draw throughout my books, again, it all really depends on the book and it's genre (A romance is more likely to have doodles and less than intelligent remarks, whereas, literary fiction may have analysis and more detailed annotations).

In summary, you can write, draw and scribble whatever you want in your book: it doesn't have to be an amazing analysis on similes and metaphors (unless you want it to be). Just do what you feel is necessary or what you think suits the book!!! And make sure you're having fun!!🥰🥰 Annotating should be an enjoyable experience not ruining the reading in itself.

Annotating on the first read VS Rereads:

Most people don't like the idea of annotating the first time you read a book because it "ruins the flow of reading" or something along those lines. I personally don't believe that to be the case, but I understand why people feel that way 😁😁 . Like most things related to annotating: it's all based on your personal preference. I like to think that annotating on the first read almost captures and records your live reaction to the book, whereas annotating on a reread gives a chance for more in-depth analysis. They both have their benefits, and it usually depends on how I feel. Just do what you think is best 🥰🥰.

This is a really long post damn....and I think that's everything??? If you have any other questions, then please feel free to ask!!

And yeah,

Have fun annotating!!!

[deeneedsaname]

While writing, I got a bunch of Thoughts tm about the Companion Support group, so short rant coming up about it. it’s all pretty messy etc, pls don’t hold any of this against me lol, it’s all just kind of random brain junk i had while writing

don’t take this too seriously these are just scribbled thoughts that came to me while writing: As much as I do think the companion support group is hilarious, it kind of feels weird to me? Like I get that after seeing all that you might need some therapy that you can’t exactly get from a regular therapist, but from the doctor's pov, that’s gotta feel pretty shitty? Especially when you consider the Doctor already feels bad about ‘endangering’ people and the necessary risk that comes with adventuring, something we got into a lot with Eleven. Like, could you imagine already feeling that way and then finding out some of your previous friends have started a support group about you?? I think Donna would be all for therapy etc, but I think that Donna especially (and some of the other companions) sort of feel more of a duty to take care of the Doctor, and would never put that kind of guilt on him, y’know? Like the companion support group feels like a ‘we were kidnapped against our will and now need therapy’ which is so different to the attitude Donna has, which is much more of ‘of course there’s risk, but look at all the amazing stuff I’m getting to do!! And he’s my best friend!’ She would never want the Doctor to feel guilty about that, and this is nicely wrapped up with her taking 14 into her home. She loves her alien - adventuring or not - and literally is there for him, for better or for worse. Like, I can’t imagine Rose going to that meeting lol. Or maybe they’d be fine with it and this is just me projecting?? Anyway, this is NOT to disparage the fam, I think they’re tons of fun, and the companion support group is genuinely pretty funny, idk this is just a lot of thoughts that came out. Note to the note: the one exception is Martha. That girl deserves all the support groups and financial compensation.

[ofmermaidstories]

wait can you, like, imagine double dates with something!reader and deku + surrender!reader and bakugou?? they’d be a certified mess— but like in the best way possible. just deku and weeds being extra nice while bakugou and scribbles just annoy each other with snide/joking comments. or like both readers imitating what their s/o’s hero persona??

also like imagine bakugou’s reaction when scribbles and weeds start getting along— he’s totally do the ohmygod she’s a bad influence until he gets used to them being besties (or like good friends idk)?? bad weeds and scribbles teasing both of them together agsjdhdh brain rot !!! I can’t wait till shouto and his y/n join the gang ?? I dunno, what’re some interactions/headcanon’s you have about the y/n’s and their boys? I’ll take an slice anything, really

there’s something so joyous and celebratory about seeing these heroes have normal home lives with normal people— like in the manga/anime we see them suffer and train and train and do very little of anything else. but your in another life fics just give them the softest epilogue and just reading and imagining them makes me so fucking happy

In my original outline for the very last chapter of something (just like this) I had like, a part in there where something!Reader/Scribbles was like, “when am I going to meet this florist of yours eh??”, like, just kind of poking fun at Bakugou, and he was going to reply with something like, “‘m not letting Weeds near you, you’re a shitty influence” but i didn’t like it so i axed it 🥹 Now in my outline they just talk about Deku (boring….)

(Scribbles and Weeds become besties anyways and Scribbles is deliberately like, “you should leave him bestie, you can do so much better, marry a nice farmer with a big farm by the sea who grows you flowers for the shop” and Weeds is just like, “????????? but i…. like my Blasty????????? 🥺 ?????? ????????” while Bakugou, who very clearly heard everything because Scribbles made eye contact while grinning, just has to grind his teeth while Deku starts prattling on whether a farmer/florist duo could turn a profit in a similar operation)

I do see Bakugou getting salty when Scribbles and Weeds become BFFs because it’ll be like… cementing that tether he and Deku have with each other LMAO. I just know Deku is imagining he and Bakugou and Shouto and the Y/Ns like, spending these big noisy Christmases together at his house with all their other friends and whatever kids come along and karaoke and food everywhere and like… tears up at the thought LMAOOOO lsdkfjsldkfjl. ahhh deku… ya nerd. all he wants is absolutely everything. 🥹 anyways, Bakugou’s also actually going to like Shouto’s Y/N a lot more, straight off the bat, because he finds them significantly less annoying (mostly because Y/N is tormenting Shouto and doesn’t even know it LMAO).

I make it sound like Bakugou and Scribbles don’t get along. Scribbles will enjoy teasing him, by the end of something—and he will take it on the chin, no matter how he barks back. The two of them are going to come to understand something very fundamental about each other in that last chapter and it’ll bond them (reluctantly) in a way that doesn’t happen for any other Reader/Hero combo.

(but i’ve promised a hundred happy endings right? so on that note, re: double dates, by the time any of them have the chance to properly do date nights it might as well be a triple date with Shouto and his Y/N—and it will be chaotic and noisy and the first one will absolutely get gate-crashed by their other friends and Bakugou will swear up and down that he’ll never do that ever, ever again—cue to them all a couple of years down the track, at one of their monthly banquet lunches at Deku’s house; it’s noisy, there’s a couple of babies underfoot—food everywhere. A tiny happily ever after, that they get to repeat, over and over again.🌷📖🌾🌊✨)

[pixcldust]

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ;

pairing | rich!kuroo tetsuro x f! reader

wordcount | 1.1k

warnings | slightly suggestive

tags | rich boy x poor reader, love confession, one night stand/fwb to something ✨more✨, no beta i never have beta lmao

a/n | i dont really know if anyone is still here but this was part of a series i planned out ages ago about a rich kids au. never fully finished the series (idk i would love to pick it up again) but it’s been collecting dust in my drafts for ages. also i miss this account 🥺 love u, pls hydrate

matutine (adj): of or relating to early morning; occuring in the early morning

When your eyes blink open, the hotel room is dark and you are alone in the big big bed. For a brief, sleepy second, you think that he has already left. You feel a tired pang of happiness when you see that he hasn’t.

There’s a warm glow from the lamp in the corner that illuminates a figure standing by the window. You can smell the smoke from his cigar; a little sweet but mostly pungent, in your opinion. He doesn’t even like to smoke -- he told you that the first time you met -- but he’s always puffing away on his Cuban cigars. The logic behind that evades you, but you can always guess why. He smokes because he’s bored. He buys and hoards more tobacco than he should because he’s bored. He stays with you because he’s bored.

The last sentence wasn’t just a guess.

You crumple the sheets a little, as you move to sit up, and he turns to look at you. Cat eyes blink, backlit by the view only the top floor of a luxury penthouse can provide - neon car lights and tiny windows all blurred into a mess of light. And above it all, a starless night sky. The view is beautiful and unreal from here.

“What time is it?” your voice is a croak, swept over by tiredness. 

“It’s 3:30 am,” he replies, putting the cigar into the ashtray. “Sorry. I know you hate this kinda stuff.”

Being the only son of the president of one of the biggest conglomerates in Japan, Kuroo Tetsuro was first in line to claim the company after his father stepped down. And yet here he was putting  out a $70 cigar early because a part-time waitress, whose closet was half-filled with thrift store clothes, didn’t like the smell. You’d be flattered if you didn’t know that $70 was almost nothing to him. He would pay over $100 for a smoke without batting an eyelid. You know that far too well.

“It’s only three thirty? I shouldn’t have woke up,” you sigh, brushing a hand over your face. “I don’t know how I’m going to go back to sleep again.”

A sly grin appears on Tetsuro’s face - it’s familiar and annoyingly sexy. How dare he look like that? You can’t help feeling a bit bitter.

“Want me to tire you out a little?”

You roll your eyes even as you smile, as he climbs back into the bed to rest both arms on the headboard. Caging you in, under his shirtless body. He smells fresh, like he’d just step out of the shower, despite the underlying scent of his cigar smoke. “Once a night is quite enough, thanks. I’ve got a morning shift tomorrow, and I’d like to retain my ability to walk.”

When you first met Tetsuro, at a shitty hole-in-the-wall bar that you never returned to after, he’d said all the right things in the right way. You didn’t even know he was one of the richest 20-something year olds in the country when he laughed at your sarcastic jokes, when the conversation somehow turned to kissing. You thought he was just another bar fling. Watching his lips quirk up into a smile, there’s a sense of relief that washes over you; you’re glad that he’s become more than that, as loathe as you are to admit your feelings to yourself.

His laughter shakes the bed beneath you. After months of this - this strange relationship where the both of you are something more than friends, but not quite lovers - you’ve learned to tell the difference between his mirthless chuckles and his genuine, albeit ridiculous, laughter. It’s nice that he’s been carrying out the latter more frequently around you.

“That should be flattering, but it doesn’t sound as kind coming from you,” he drops his arms and roll to the side, one leg draped over yours. Only the blankets keep your skin from touching his. “Want me to send you there? I’m free all day tomorrow.”

It’s sweet of him to offer, but the mental image of his red Rolls-Royce pulling up to the tiny neighbourhood diner, and a waitress in patched up jeans stepping out was too amusing. You tell him as much, while he trails a hand up your bare arm to tap your shoulder mindlessly. “I’m pretty sure it’d end up on the news: president’s son drops off minimum wage waitress at tiny diner. Your dad would probably murder you.”

He pinches your shoulder, playfully, moving his hand to your chest. “He can try, but am I really at fault for doing a favour for my favourite person?”

“Your favourite person, huh?”

“Yeah, of course,” he laughed, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His breath is warm. “Hey Y/N?”

Your hands move to comb through his unruly hair. “What?”

“Don’t freak out, but I think I love you.”

Oh. Your fingers froze. There it was.

After the first night, when you woke up to find empty sheets and a neat white business card on the bedside table, you googled him. He scribbled a little message under his name and his position as Supervisor for Kuroo Group -- one of the richest conglomerates in Japan that so happened to share his last name. You’d read the message so many times, you could recite it by heart now -- ‘Thanks for last night. Call me whenever you feel like. I had fun.’. 

The Internet told you he was a notorious playboy with a personality that endless wealth always seemed to incur: confident, detailed and bored. So so bored with his flow of gold and his shiny toys and all his different suits and ties. There are accounts, from other alleged one-night stands and business partners. They all say the same thing: that he could charm the pants of anyone and that his words dripped like honey - thick and sweet, boasting the kindness of a saint and the slyness of a sinner. 

As his dark eyes bore into yours, waiting for a response to… whatever the hell that just was, you think that maybe the Internet has lied. His words aren’t honey - they spill like expensive champagne, Dom Perignon Rose, bubbly and valuable. Something you find yourself drowning in often, although you don’t know if you could ever admit that to anyone but yourself.

“Y/N? You okay? Look, I’m really sorry if that weirded you out but I just thought that it would be unfair to act like I don’t feel anything for you.”

You don’t want to admit it but fuck, he just might be worth drowning for. 

[irene-sadler]

math time

still editing the last 3 chapters of my mf thronebreaker fanfiction in between long hours of senior level math classes. anyway in lieu of a further extended period of radio silence, a brief side trip into some quick math i did when i decided i needed to take a break from doing math (and wanted to work these details out to support a minor recurring joke in an upcoming chapter anyway):

1. problem: idk how old any canon thronebreaker char is supposed to be like it is not mentioned ever. the only specific numbers timeline-wise I recall ever coming up are

uh, when Meve claims Villem is (almost?) 16. (presumably despite being kind of a shitty parent she does know how old her sons/heirs are. like, u would think.) i rounded ‘almost’ up to ‘actually’.  

also reynard says he’s worked for the rivian royal family for 18 years in total. (not sure if he means ‘18 years after i almost got hanged for being a dumb idiot’ but u know, i just assumed he does.)

if theres any others mentioned they weren’t all that important and i forgot about them. 

2. anyway i decided it was easiest to consider the 2nd number first so

The Internet claims reynard is 20 when he joins the military. this seems pretty reasonable to me, assume it is legit. further assume the time it takes him to get thru whatever training the rivian military does and then get in enough trouble to get arrested is roughly a year. 20+18+1=39 years. easy. 2nd problem turned out to be way vaguer as it always is:

the gwent card blurbs or whatever claim that meve is maybe 17(?) when she gets married (ok sure I guess so, why not.) anyway some quick numbers scribbling (17+16) indicates that if that's true, Meve cant be any younger than 33 during the game. however this relies on her getting married and having a kid in the same year which is possible but a lil unlikely. adding a couple years seemed right which would make her around 35.

(especially b/c it seems like the intention in the game is that reynard is a little bit older than meve but no way of knowing how much older. 3-4 years seems reasonable. 6-7 years seemed like a lil much. 35 it is.) 

ur welcome, pls cite this very rigorous piece of research and mathematical reasoning if u use it in a paper (jk lol it doesn't matter)

anyway thats enough fun for one week, back to trying to teach myself time series analysis b/c the actual instructor is kinda not great. tune in next week for maybe some more fiction that is not just vaguely coherent rambling and addition. also im almost done making a new gasket for the projector ft some more math.

ps. i did not even attempt to nail down a concrete age for gascon. he is obviously older than 8. he does not appear to be as old as meve. my headcanon is he’s round about 24 or 25 since he’s gotta be old enough to have enough life experience that a large group of cutthroats would willingly follow him around and do what he says but he can’t be so old that him becoming an orphan is not too much of a tragic struggle for him. 24-8=16, assume his sad backstory event didn’t happen the same year the king dies so - approx. 5 more years would make him around 11 at the time. 

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Sweet Pea//Lucky

Request: Sweets with a female reader that has adhd and like idk something fluffy maybe reader getting annoyed about not being able to get anything done or idk something cute and fluffy

Today has been an off day. 

Not your worst, but pretty bad. 

You’d been unable to focus in class, each time a teacher had given you a task, you seemed to get distracted by something else, which would make them mad, which would make you mad and end up with you being sent out of class. 

And when you did focus, you ended up just fucking up your work, meaning it had been scribbled out more times that actually written on. 

Yep...today had been a bad day. 

But now Betty Cooper was about to make it ten times worse. 

You thought as soon as the bell rang you would be able to run far away from this school and back to your room, where you could take a moment for yourself to calm down. 

But no. 

You had been so close to the front doors of Riverdale High. You were so close to freedom, when an arm wrapped around your shoulders turning you around. 

“Where are you going?” She’d asked and you stared at her annoyed. 

“Home.” You’d replied angrily and she took her arm away, letting it drop by her side. 

“Did you forget?” She asked while laughing slightly. 

“Probably, yeah.” You deadpanned and she quickly stopped laughing. 

“We all agreed to study in the library today, as a group.” 

“That was today.” You groaned and she nodded. 

Yep, today had just gotten a whole lot worse. 

Sighing, you blew a piece of hair from your face before storming after her. 

As soon as you walk into the library you feel overwhelmed. The stuffy librarian is at the front desk and she’s watching you like a hawk as soon as you walk it. You make one person spit water from their nose over an old book and you’re marked for life. 

One thing that does make you feel better is your boyfriend, sat right on the end of the table laughing quietly at something Fangs has said. A soft smile appears on your lips and you momentarily forget about your shitty day. 

You also laugh softly when you look at the table. Its the biggest one in the library and all your friends are spread out across it, but even though the divide between the Southside and Northside is long gone, there’s still a physical divide. All Southsiders are on one side, while all Northsiders are on the other. 

“Hey!” You throw yourself in the seat beside your boyfriend and his face lights up at the sight of you. He presses a quick kiss to your lips before going back to his conversation with Fangs. 

While he’s busy and everyone else is talking, you take your books from your bag and drop them on the table with a rather loud bang. 

“Oops.” You mutter and look around the room apologetically. 

“You okay?” Sweet Pea asks and you shrug. 

“Just a bad day. I’ll be alright as soon as this is over.” 

“Tell me about it.” He replies with a quiet laugh making you giggle. “Come on.” He sighs. “Lets get this over with.” 

You’re five minutes into studying when you start to get restless. 

The rest of your ‘study group’ is silent. All working furiously on writing notes or reading chapters. Even Sweet Pea has his nose buried in a book. But you can’t seem to focus. Everything is too quiet. Too still. And you have a need to fidget. 

First you tap your pencil against the table, hoping it will help you study. But when that doesn’t work, you decided to tap your fingers. And then your making a little beat (a good one at that) and then the librarian as well as Betty is staring at you, causing you to stop. 

You take a deep breath. Deciding that this time you’re really going to try and focus. You’re not going to let this get the better of you. If everyone else can do it, so can you. 

Deciding that writing notes might be the best option for you, you grab your book, flipping it to the right page. And so far its going well. Each line is sort of different. But then you feel your mind drifting away.

You’re trying to decide what to have for dinner tonight, and then what you’ll wear for school tomorrow. And why the sky is blue and not pink and-

“Y/n?” Your boyfriends hand is on yours shaking you from your thoughts and you blink at him. 

“Yeah?” 

“We’re taking a small break.” 

“Why?” You laugh. “We only just started.” 

“We’ve been doing this for almost 45 minutes.” Veronica tells you and your jaw drops. How long were you thinking. 

“Jesus Christ.” You mutter before groaning. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Sweet Pea asks. You think about lying. But whats the point. They all know something is wrong and there is no way you’re going to be able to sit here for another hour and a bit.

“No.” You shake your head before quickly standing up and walking away. 

Your friends call after you but you just walk quicker. 

Why did you have to have this? It makes everything 1000 times more difficult, plus it makes you feel left out.

“Y/n!” Sweet Pea shouts behind you but you walk faster. However you hear his footsteps get closer until he’s right behind you. “Whats wrong?” He grabs your arm, stopping you from walking any further. The bookshelves are tall and dusty back here and you can tell that the only people that come here, are doing it to make out. “Y/n?” 

“Shit.” You curse loudly and his eyes widen. “I can’t even focus on you when you ask a simple question.” 

“Talk to me.” He says, sitting down. You sit beside him and lean your head against his shoulder. 

“I can’t get anything done.” You reply annoyed. 

“What?” 

“Because of this stupid thing?” You throw your hands up in defeat.

“What thing?” 

“You know, my ADHD. It makes it difficult to focus on anything and I was already having a bad day today but this has just made it worse. And while all of you are studying I’m thinking about why the sky is blue and not pink. Or why the ocean is blue and its just frustrating.” You sigh loudly. 

“The ocean is blue because of the sky.” He replies and you stare at him. 

“What?” 

“The ocean. Its blue because water absorbs colors in the red part of the light spectrum. It kind of filters it, leaving behind colors in the blue part of the light spectrum for us to see.” 

“What?” You repeat and he laughs. “How do you know that?” 

“I googled it a while ago.” 

“Oh.” 

“Anyway. Its okay that you’re having a bad day. And just because you keep getting distracted today, doesn’t mean you’ll be distracted tomorrow. And even if you do, its not the end of the world. Plus, whatever you don’t get done, I’ll help you with. Doesn’t matter what it is, even if its for a class that I don’t have. I’ll help. You’re not alone.” He tells you before kissing you softly. 

“I love you.” You whisper against his lips. 

“I love you too.” He replies. “Do you wanna ditch this ‘study group’ and do something fun?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You smile as he helps you up. 

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“Sweet Pea.” You groan. “You said we wouldn’t have to do this again...unless we’re here to make out.” You add on to the end and you hear him chuckle softly behind you. 

The day after your small meltdown, you were just about to make it out the doors again, when someone wrapped their arm around your shoulder...again. 

This time the arm belonged to your boyfriend so you didn’t mind that much, but you were still pissed. 

However the cheeky smile on his face made all your annoyance disappear, as it was replaced with suspicion. You’d asked what he wanted and he just guided you through the school before stopping outside of the library and covering your eyes with his hands. He slowly walks you through the library, occasionally bumping the two of you into tables before finally you stopped. 

“Okay. Ta-da!” He says, pulling his hands away. 

“Ta-da?” You ask, raising an eyebrow and he shrugs. 

“Just look.” He shoves you softly and you laugh before looking around. 

He’s set up a table in the smaller, quieter place in the library, right at the back. Its secluded and quiet and you don’t see a lot of distractions which is good. 

“Thank you.” 

“This isn’t it though.” He says, placing his finger in front of your face before digging through his bag. “I’ve been doing some research and it said that making lists and reminders can help you. So I looked at all your classes, talked to your teachers and in my free period, I made you a study guide.” He says, handing you the very large, very colourful chart. 

“Thank you.” You laugh as you look at what he made. It is very detailed and he definitely did his research. “Its perfect...thank you. 

“I told you I’d help you.” He nudges you softly. “Plus, I have some ideas for what we can do when we take breaks. I brought your favourite snacks. Bought a shit ton of fidget toys from Amazon, I don’t know if they help you but the internet said they did. Its up to you.” 

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world.” You look at him in awe. Nobody has ever done anything like this for you. “How did I get so lucky?”

Plus, we are in make-out corner...so if you get bored of all the food and fidget toys, there is definitely something else we can do.” He winks at you and you roll your eyes. 

“Okay...maybe not that lucky.” You tease and he rolls his eyes at you. 

You definitely were.

[intervital]

#100BrightMoments On April 7th, I'm going to start #The100DayProject where you do something creative daily for 100 days. Mine will revolve around bright moments where each creation must benefit at least one individual, and they can be my(future)self. Maybe a kind letter, a favorable review, portrait, etc. Something that can brighten someone's day. It doesn't necessarily have to be finished in a single day, but much progress must be done. Me and my future self can't be the recipient more than ten times.

Here are some ideas, and I'd like to do at least 30/42. For fun, each icon is based on the previous task. I really enjoyed doodline hehe:

💡 Fan mail

💌 Zine review

(Stapler) origami

(Book corner origami on a page) mail art [small scale artwork sent via post]

(Stamp) message of hope [mail a positive art work to be hung in the store windows of The Imaginarium of L. Delaney in New Orleans]

(Hung up sign of a butterfly) bookmark

🔖 Ode

(Scribbled lines then by Eileen) junk journal [handbound notebooks composed of junk ephemera like security envelopes, flyers, receipts, greeting cards, stationery, packaging, etc]

✂️ Care package

📦 Legacy The Sketchbook Project [original & tiny sized sketchbook projects for my future children]

(Lil & big ones) Art-o-mat® - Don't Go 'Round Artless! prototype [a hand-crafted small art object sold in converted cigarette machines across the nation. Maybe tiny junk journals?]

(Wooden block with a 💜) video for future ei [message for 5 years from now, when I'm 40, after giving birth, first time I fall in love]

📽️ Prayer

🕯️Time capsule [doesn't have to be buried, but should be sealed and has a written to open date]

(Shovel) @abandonedb2dbc on instagram (my guerilla art project where I abandon (loosely) connected books, lit mags, inspired written works & small gifts. Not sure how it'll work during Covid-19, but maybe I can catch up with the blog & story I didn't do for the last one.]

(Park bench has a ribbon wrapped book with gifts and a 🌼 beside it) The World Needs More Love Letters [a global project where each month you send letters to struggling recipients who could use some light]

(A stack of 📃✉️) book review

(Five ⭐s surrounding a 📗) meal

🍽️ The Wander Society

(⭕ with a ⚡ inside) printable [I'm not a graphic design whiz but maybe I can write up some quotes in ornate boxes? Idk lol]

(Sheet with different shapes) stickers

[My 2 in 1 sprocket printing out a sticker photo] flower arrangement

💐 Journal w/ me [video of me creating journal spread]

💻 Creative prompt

(Try with scribbled lines) underrated TV show review

📺 Sci-fi short film screenplay [an outline or a few pages]

(Potted Venus flytrap) guerilla art [artwork in public, so chalk quotes, zines outside, surprise bouquets, seed bombs. can't go outside unless absolutely necessary so maybe craft some stuff for when I can]

(🗑️ Next to a 📮 with a 🌟 sticker) cairn [artful stack of rocks, usually found in parks or hikes]

(Rocks on top of each other) #messagestoc [100 different messages in a 100 places, think I'm only on 4 lol. I'll just make one and save it for later]

(📖 With a postcard inserted) portrait [can be a photo]

📸 Book dedication [pick a book I wanna gift and write something sweet on the inside front cover]

(Dear --- I love you. Eileen) Rowan Hisayao Buchanan's # tinyisolations [she gives a weekly flash fiction/small art prompt. Randomly selected winners get sent money and also choose another person or charity that could use the help]

(☁️S surrounding a hot air balloon) Spotify playlist

🎵 @thedigitalsala (Twitter & Instagram handle) contribution [virtual Filipinx lit+ festival. Maybe I can read a piece, write a recap, organize a panel, transcribe]

🛋️ Guest blog [no clue where lol but maybe it'll manifest]

{Profile pic beneath ....... Eileen Ramos is a bipolar) video of a reading [preferably of my own work. But it would be fun to read a favorite poem or passage of an underrated author]

▶️ Handlettering [my handwriting is shitty but I think it'd be fun to try to do a quote. I could use the practice lol]

(📝 With a ✒️) Kleroteria [was chosen to write an email to be sent to 10k inboxes awhile ago. I have an idea but need more info & add other stuff. At most 3k characters, no pictures, links are ok, no ads]

📬 verse.press poetry playlist [website where you can create a themed list of poems]

(V icon) column [working on a pitch for a lit website; need to streamline & narrow it down]

(Greek column) FOUND Magazine entry [found magazine collects contributions of found notes. I have something to submit but idk where I placed them. Hopefully I'll come across it]

(Found mag logo) learningtoloveyoumore.com task [70 assignments by Miranda July & Harrell Fletcher which can be take a picture of your parents kissing, write the phone call you when you could have, recreate a poster you had as a teenager, photograph a significant outfit, write down a recent argument]

[crappywords]

Celestial Love idk

So here’s a thing I had for the longest time and I don’t really like it but I hope someone does! It’s about a celestial god like creature cursed to live amongst us. 

He sat down slowly, placing his journal on the seat next to him. He sighed, cursing his ever-kindling candle of life.

He wished his luck was like the other celestials, placing him not here, in this grim self-destructive world.He wanted to be a part of a prosperous civilization, he deserved it, he knew he did, but his father did not grant wishes to those like himself.

"Class, I hope you did a bit of backup reading like I told you to because this will be difficult to understand."

He cursed. His hair was all over the place as he rummaged through his satchel to search for his book. What was he doing yesterday that was so important, it made him forget his philosophy reading assignment? He could not get drunk and he did not have any friends. The lord forbid that ever happens. It was not like he wanted any "friends" anyways. He was alone yes, but he was not lonely, another person in his life would be a burden and a weakness. He was well aware of the phylosophies of mankind, he knows each and every single one by heart, but he was quite forgetful you see, for his father was not one to make life easier of the likes of him.

He forgets a alot. Unlike his other fellow celstials, who seem to be all-knowing.

He knew more than all of them did. Far more.

He was quiet forgetful.

Perhaps his father does not like him.

He groaned internally and stared at the person in front of him, surely he must know something. This boy looks well-dressed and even wears spectacles.

That is a sign of intellegence in this race, is it not? He thought as he focused to look inside the boy's head.

That bastard dragged me down with him, why the hell am I so stupid? I should've stayed and read what was assigned to us but no- god forbid you do something on time. Edward Cross you are a dumb fuck and you will not pass. All I wanted was one stupid beer, one. Ah fuck it, I'll ask if he'll give me extra credit work later. I just-

Why did I assume you know anything? Thought the celestial.

The boy jerked and let out a yell. Heads turned, eager for a distraction from the terribly agonizing lecture.

"Mr. Cross, do you have anything to share?" Asked Professor Denson. "I assume you yelled out because you have an answer to my question?"

"I am sorry sir, and uh... no, I can't answer the question, I'm sorry..." he trailed off before looking down.

Stupid waste of life. A literal excuse for idiocy to exist on this planet. Thought the celestial. And I remember a time where your civilization asked and begged for immortaily. He scoffed. Now imagine if I granted that to the likes of your ancestors, ca-ta-stro-phe.

"Don't waste my time then boy." The professor turned to the rest of the class and the attention was turned back to him.

The celestial turned away to look at the professor and tried to rummage in his brain, he smirked to himself, obtaining what he needed. He knew he was forgetful so he skimmed through his journal for an empty page and started scribbling down all the information he obtained.

By the end of the class, the he had the questions to next week's exam. Now all he had to do was answer those questions and spend the rest of his day at his room, alone, marvelling at the small entertainment miracle of a light box, his laptop.

As he slowly walked down the stairs of the lecture hall, something- or rather someone- caught his attention. It was that boy, Cross, humming and walking at snail speed. He did not like it when they did that, hum, sing, try to forget sorrow by making animal like sounds. Music they called it.

The celestial smirked and focused on the back of the boy's head, fastening his pace to get closer. He was going to mess around with this little animal.

Boo.

The boy gasped, his feet gave in and he tripped. The celestial chuckled, and with a swift move, grabbed the boy's shirt.

"Careful." He said, letting go of the boy's shirt once he felt like the latter's balance was regained.

The boy looked at him, his face was still in shock. The celestial almost felt sorry for the sad excuse of a creation.

"Th-Thanks." He muttered, avoiding his gaze almost instantly. "Well that makes my shitty day even shittier." He muttered slowly , expressing greatly his hate to whatever was happening to him.

"I am Edward." He stopped to meet the taller man's eyes, but for some reason he couldn't look into them directly.

"My name is Valiant."

"Cool."

"Cool indeed."

Edward watched Valiant walk away. Weird. Something jolted his brain suddenly and he remembered the fraternity. Shit. Shit. The hazing. Why do they host weekly hazings? He sprinted, reminding himself of why he was doing this.

Legacy.

............

The celestial sighed as he stepped out of the classroom, finally. That little homo sapien was fun to mess around with and he was going to make sure he repeats today's little mischeif next class.

He started picking up his slow pace, eager to get to his room and wither away in front of the light box.

Something caught his eye, the coffee place. He has never liked coffee, in fact he has found it to be one of the most atrocious human discoveries. So bitter, he felt his stomach twist at the thought of that demonic liquid.

Evil celestial liquids are much more delightful, comparing this to their drinks would make them very angry. And that was not something he wanted to do.

He suddenly felt his brain jolt and a memory trigged, he remembered why coffee was not very appealing to him. Lord of the skies above, why do my past lives haunt me like this? I must go on and pretend that it did not matter, I will not let them get in my head.

He pushed the door and went into the coffee shop anyways, trying not to gag at the smell. He wanted human junk food and human junk food was what he was going to get. Human junk food was comforting. He stood in front of the shelves and his eyes lit up at the sight of the attractive packages.

"You shall come with me." He whispered softly grabbing seven bags of gummy bears before continuing to stare at the rest of the merchandise with an awe. His eyes trailed over to the crisps.

The sight of the packages made him smile.

The tall celestial dropped the packets he had on the cashier desk, and heard a soft gasp coming from the woman. He looked at her and like most of them, they avoided his gaze for reasons only he knew of.

"That would be seventy eight dollars sir."

He paid for the food, shoving all of it into his satchel.

All set. He smiled to himself.

He had a date you see, with a certain light box.

*

*

*

He liked to listen to the mortals' thoughts. It was fun. His inhibition would always be directed towards those movie or show fanatics he would overhear in the corridors. They always gave him a name to something new he should watch. He sometimes wished he could talk to them, but friends were nothing but a burden. He could not bring this pain upon himself. He knew his father is watching him, he knew that his father did not want him to feel joy.

He had one before, a friend. This friend meant everything to him, his friend was so gullible and naïve, so innocent. Long ago, the celestial loved nothing more. His friend was important to him and he resulted in his own love's murder. He was the cause of his friend's pain and suffering. That was when he decided.

No more.

No more pain for those who did not deserve it.

He was responsible for all what all these mortals were going through. He decided that he will no longer seek comfort between their kind, for his comfort will bring nothing more that suffering upon them.

He planned on avoiding relationships for the rest of this Earth's life.

Sighing, he grabbed his food and turned the light box on. It was a smart light box. He pressed the a small button, and chose "Netflix". The girl he overheard yesterday spoke about something called "Anne".

"Ah, there it is. Anne of green gables. What is this? When did they start celebrating the orange heads?"

I thought they hated the orange heads. How peculiar. These mortals change their standards so often, I need to keep up. I've always found orange heads beautiful.

The celestial started laughing as soon as he remembered how awful his perception of time was. He felt something poke at his heart when he thought about time. Time. He acted like time did not matter to him, but it did. The immortal one just wanted to not remember- he wanted to forget how fast time flies by. To pretend it did not exist.

And that's what he did the next 10 hours, he sat still, consuming one sweet thing after the next. The orange head turned out to be quite the charming character. He stared at the light box as the last episode ended.

THAT WAS IT? WHERE IS THE REST OF THIS? HOW STUPID CAN LITTLE ANNE BE? SHE LET A THIEF INTO HER HOUSE. AWFUL. AWFUL MORTALS.

He huffed and stood up, he needed a walk after this trash ending.

It was eleven, he sighed tying his hair back and puffing out the air in an aggravated way. He kneeled down to pick up his shoes, slightly losing balance. He put them on and slammed the door on his way out.

He steadied himself as he walked down the stairs, trying to shut away his brain.

This was going to be a long night. A long, long, night. He hoped the night would not be inviting strangers, innocent strangers, to speak to him, but he was wrong, oh so wrong.

[welovekpopscenarios]

Secret Admirer (Wonho x Reader)

Admin: Candi Request: “Hi there!! May I request for a MX Wonho scenario where his secret admirer sends him cute love notes attach with candies or ramen and finally discovers that it's his own crush too? Please and thanks!! ^^ - vickyxmelonlove” Fandom: Monsta X Member/reader: Wonho x Reader Genre/warning(s): college au (I guess), fluff Words: 2k Authors note: It felt so weird writing fluff for Wonho. I know I said to send Wonho fluff so Mimi could write it but you guys are real mvp’s and you sent a good few fluffy Wonho requests so I took one off her so she wouldn’t be over loaded with fics (she agreed to it, it wasn’t against her own will I promise).

You look so cool every day in class Wonho,

I know this might seem creepy and weird but I don’t have the guts to tell you I like you

So, little notes will have to do for now,

I’m sorry if this weirds you out,

But at least I attached some ramen to this!

Hope it makes it less weird x

-Secret Admirer

           That was the first note you ever sent to Wonho, the beginning of countless notes that you sent him every day in hopes of making his day a little brighter. You became an expert on sneaking notes into his bag and his locker, you were sure you could pull off robbing a bank without getting caught at this stage. You’d wait around for him to find the note just to see his reaction, at first when he started receiving them he was quite confused but after a couple of tries he started smiling and laughing at them.

           You and Wonho were friends, not extremely close but you would hang out sometimes if your groups of friends came together and you always seemed to have so much fun together, you instantly clicked when you met each other. In college, you would help each other with certain subjects and you’d text once or twice a week, so you could say you were friends, just not very close and you wanted to change that. You had a crush on him ever since you first spoke to him – Your and Wonhos group of friends decided to go bowling together and that’s where you met, you were hopeless at bowling and he helped you with the position of your hand and stuff you completely missed because you were too busy thinking about how cute he is.

           Over time, you noticed little things about him, the way his eyes fall in the middle of class because he was getting distracted with his scribbles, how his arms tensed whenever he was finding something difficult, his lazy smiles in your direction when he’s not interested in the class whatsoever. All those things just made you fall for him more and eventually it became a bit too much for you to keep bottled up so, notes seemed like a good idea.

           Wonho looked so dismal today, he looked pale and uninterested in being in class. You were surprised to see him come in when he was feeling the way he was. You weren’t going to send him a note today but you thought it might make him feel better. During a break between classes, you went to the vending machine and picked out a few candies and put them in a little bag.

You don’t look so good today

I hope everything is okay

There are a few candies in the bag just to cheer you up

I’m sorry if you’re feeling down

Everything will work out x

-Secret Admirer

           You wrote and stapled the little bag onto the note. At lunch, your eyes searched the canteen for him, once you finally got a glimpse of where he was sitting you left your own table for a minute and as you were walking past him you dropped the note into his bag, you did it as smoothly as ever with no one noticing, making it look like you were walking over to buy some food.

           “Hey!” You heard the manly voice behind you. You froze instantly thinking he might have seen you drop it into his bag, you prepared yourself mentally for embarrassment.

           “Hey Wonho.” You turn around and you looked paler than usual.

           “How’re you today?” He asks.

           “I’m good, good, everything is good.” You’re such an idiot, you sound so nervous but you can’t help but think that he saw you drop the note into his bag.

           “We were thinking about going out today after college. Want to come along and bring your friends?”

           “Sounds like fun but I’m not really the going out type.” Your voice less shaky now after realizing he didn’t notice you.

           “Oh, that’s okay. So, what do you do for fun?”

           “Uhm, I’m really boring, I enjoy spending my nights in and watching some movies with food, I dunno.” You scratched the back of your head and played with your fingers, you felt lame, Wonho was very outgoing and his friends always went out to have fun but you honestly preferred staying in. Sure, you loved going out from time to time but you didn’t go out as much as Wonho.

           “You’re not boring.” He laughs. “I love staying in and watching movies, I really only go out because they make me. Maybe we can have a movie night some time?” Your heart races at his suggestion.    

           “Sure! I have to go get some food, I’ll see you in class.” You quickly walk away and try to calm yourself. Did he really just ask if you’d like a movie night with him?

           Back in class, you noticed he was eating your candies. He offered you some but you kindly refused, you were just happy to see he was feeling a bit better.

Your phone buzzed.

Bestie: Everyone is going out tonight, are you coming?

Y/N: No, I’m not really up for it, the weather is meant to be shitty tonight and I don’t feel like getting soaked.

Bestie: Your call.

           The rest of the day was pretty boring, the classes seemed to drag and you just wanted to go home and cuddle up in your blanket. You were contemplating leaving early today to catch up on some sleep but you enjoyed college simply for Wonho, being able to chit chat with him made your days better. After a while of thinking you decided to bail, you only had three classes left so it didn’t matter that much, you weren’t going to focus anyway.

*buzz*

Wonho: Where are you? It’s not like you to miss class.

Y/N: I don’t know, I just wasn’t feeling the best. I’m pretty distracted today so there’s no point trying to listen to the lecturers.

Wonho: Are you okay?

Y/N: Yeah, I’m fine, just distracted. That being said, I’ll stop distracting you haha, have fun tonight. I’ll see you Monday.

Wonho: I don’t think I’m going to go.

Y/N: Oh really? Why?

Wonho: Not feeling it and your plan of staying in seems much better.

Y/N: You’d probably have more fun going out.

Wonho: I doubt it. Maybe you wanna come over and we can have that movie night tonight?

 Your stomach twisted. How were you going to get out of this? The small contact between you was enough to make you fall for him, you couldn’t let yourself become completely absorbed by him. You didn’t open the message, instead you stuffed your phone in your pocket and pretended that never happened. If he brought this up to you, you’d find a way of explaining yourself.

Later that night you were in your bedroom checking your social media and you noticed people putting up photos of their night out, everyone was loud, obnoxious and extremely drunk. For a second, you regretted not going out but the feeling quickly passed as you heard the ding of your microwave signaling that your noodles were done. You carefully took them out and sat on your couch cuddled up in your blanket. Your moment of enjoyment was interrupted by the buzz of your phone, again.

 Wonho: Don’t ignore me :(

             Fuck.

 Y/N: I’m sorry Wonho, I’d love to hang out with you and have a movie night but I just felt kind of nervous, idk.

Wonho: I don’t bite.

Y/N: I know, I know. I’m sorry I just

             (REALLY FUCKING LIKE YOU)

 Wonho: That’s okay! I understand, don’t worry about it! We’ll have it some other time.

Y/N: Thanks for understanding. I’m gonna head to bed, I’m pretty wrecked. Goodnight :)

Wonho: Sweet dreams :)

            That was a lie, you were going to spend more time in front of the TV, thinking about your stupid crush on Wonho.

I hope you had a good weekend,

I heard everyone was going out so you probably went out too,

The hangover probably got you bad,

Have a good week x

-Secret Admirer

            You prepared the note on Monday morning to slip into his locker. You played dumb in the note just so he wouldn’t catch on to the fact that it was you, nice save. You walked out your door and made your way to college. Once you got there everyone was talking about how good the night out was and how much you missed out on but quite frankly, you didn’t care. You dismissed their comments and hurried to Wonhos locker to drop the note in before you had to go to class. You carefully looked around the corridor to make sure no one was around, most importantly – Wonho. You took the note out of your pocket and slipped it in between the cracks.

           “What are you doing?” A voice way too familiar for you to not recognize. You scrunch your nose and close your eyes as hard as you can and slowly turn around. You opened up one eye in hopes it wouldn’t be who you think it was but unfortunately it was Wonho.

           “Oh God.” You don’t know what to say, you were going to have to own up to the fact that you’re the secret admirer.

           “Wait...” Wonhos eyes widened at the realization that you’re the one who has been sending the notes. All those times you were around when he read the notes suddenly hit him, you were always there whenever he read them, whether it was right next to him or peeking at him from a distance. He felt stupid for not catching on faster, it was quite obvious as the thinks about it. You both stay quiet for a while and both of you can hear your heartbeat, you were getting ready to be made fun of, preparing to have your heart broken. Tears started to form in your eyes against your own will, you rolled your eyes to try to get rid of them, you felt like an idiot but didn’t want to look like one as well in front of him.

           The silence lasted way longer than you’d like it to but none of you could find anything to say, you were waiting for him to say something and he was too stunned to say anything.

           “Welp, uhh, so I’m the secret admirer.” Your voice was shaky and your chin was quivering, you were ready to burst into tears, you felt pathetic. Wonho smiled at you and hugged you tightly, you didn’t know whether it was a pity hug or a ‘thank you friend’ hug. You patted his back and took deep breaths.

           “Y/N why do you think I invited you over? I’m crazy about you! Ever since we met at the bowling alley I’ve been so into you, I just never had the balls to tell you.” He finally said something and it couldn’t have been more perfect, your emotions let loose and your tears fell involuntarily. You hugged back into him and rubbed your eyes on his shoulder.

           “Really?” You sob.

           “Yes, really!” He reassures you, his thumb wiping away your tears. He put your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead. You finally calmed down and quickly fixed yourself in the reflection of your phone.

           “You okay?” He tries to catch your eyes with his but you felt too shy to look at him.

           “I just didn’t think you liked me, I was getting ready to get laughed at and have my heart broken.” You laughed and he smiled at you.

           “Well, I’m crazy about you and I’m so glad you feel the same way about me. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”            

           “Don’t apologise, I could have said something too.”

           “Now that that’s cleared up, how about that movie night?”

           “Sounds perfect.” You smiled at him and he put his arm around you, both of you made your way to the class and as you walked through the corridor all you could hear was; “About time.” From both of your friends.

[magic-magpie]

Forever Yours, Prompto

Sheesh, I haven’t been on in a while. I just haven’t had the motivation to write or anything, and so I kinda stopped going on Tumblr ‘cause then I’d feel bad for not writing. Not that I need to write, but I want to. But I’ve finally written something! I’ve gotten hella into FFXV, and Promptis has become my favourite ship of the series (I guess that was to be expected... the character dynamics are strikingly similar to my OTP of all time). I just love they way they interact and the brilliant, wholesome friendship they share! And yes, I do wish they’d be more than friends. Idk, I just feel like they’d be a really awesome couple. I’m not past Chapter Eight yet, though. But anyway, have this little Promptis fanfic I wrote! It’s an idea I’ve wanted to do for so long, but I’ve only just now been able to execute it. First time writing for FFXV, so my characterisation’s probably not perfect. Prompto’s incredibly similar to America from Hetalia though, and I write America frequently enough, so hopefully the characterisation works! Words - 1,883 Also, imagine the strikethrough stuff to be like actual scribble-outs.

Dear Noctis To Noctis Hey Noctis Hey Noct,

Okay, so, um, I’m writing this in the dead of the night outside of the tent using my torch ‘cause why not, eh? I mean, I don’t WANT to write out here (it’s cold and dark and SHIT I THINK A SPIDER CRAWLED ONTO MY ROCK FUCKING SHIT I JUST MOVED TO A TREE STUMP HOLY SHIT IF I WOKE ANY OF YOU GUYS UP I’M SORRY OKAY NOW WHERE WAS I) but writing out here where none of you know I’m writing is kinda safer, don’t ya think? (haha that transition tho) If I was writing some poetry or story or whatever I wouldn’t have to hide it so much, but it’s... not that. D’ya remember when we DID do that kinda stuff, back in high school? We’d make up lame-ass stories on the rooftop at lunchtime, trying to make weirder and weirder ones. I remember, my favourite was the one about the boy named Alaric Wrye who was actually a wolf in disguise and would sneak out every full moon to howl at the night but then his parents found out and so he was sent to the Wolf Institution to become a fully-fledged wolf and had to take a whole load of wolf tests and shit and then when he finally became a wolf he was crowned King of the Wolves and everyone had to bow down to him and – 

I kinda just realised how WEIRD that story is.

I think your favourite was the one about the small ant who wanted to be a super-duper famous singer so he made a rock band and started playing in gardens and stuff but then he grew enough of a following to start doing world tours and basically this small ant band was like hella famous in the human world but because none of the humans could see him properly ‘cause he’s tiny he took drugs to make himself massive but the drugs kinda killed him so he died as a massive-ass ant.

Yeah, that’s pretty weird too.

...Why am I talking about stories again? I’m not even WRITING a story. I’m writing a letter. To you. You’re not ever going to see it, but it’s for you.

Man, this is weird.

Well, I guess you’re wondering why I’m writing this, huh? Well, you WOULD be, if I gave it to you. But I’m not going to. I guess Ignis would call this a waste of his paper, but it’s only one sheet!

Okay, maybe it’s a little more. But STILL.

...Am I EVER going to start on why I’m writing this? I SHOULD, but, like... even the thought of WRITING it makes me nervous. Writing it would be like... making it definite. Absolute. Certain. That kind of thing. Currently, I can still pretend it’s not happening. I can still pretend I’m not thinking these thoughts, I’m not feeling these feelings. The thought of putting it down, of writing it in stone (or, well, paper) makes my stomach go all weird. Y’know how people talk about getting butterflies in your stomach? Yeah, I’ve got a whole KALEIDOSCOPE (yup, the word for a group of butterflies actually is ‘kaleidoscope’! I found that out, uh... two minutes ago).  

Having a kaleidoscope of butterflies inside your stomach is a WEIRD sensation, lemme tell ya. Like, imagine if EVERY time I hugged you the kaleidoscope started fluttering wildly and made you feel the things those protagonists of bad dating sims feel (although it’s impossible to be as cheesy and awful as that ‘Namco High’ dating sim. God, that was HILARIOUS. And terrible. But funny. I can’t believe we stayed up all night playing that shitty-ass game. We could’ve played King’s Knight or Mario Kart, but nope, we play shitty dating sims.).

...I just gave it away, didn’t I.

Anyway, as I guess you’ve guessed (or WOULD guess if you were actually gonna read this), I... love you like you think you’re hot want to date you want to kiss you want to just do stupid romantic stuff with you

Ah, fuck.

Okay, now I’m ACTUALLY going to say it. Just... gimme a minute.

Well, I just walked around the haven about twelve times and scrunched up the paper and threw it and then ran to get it back and almost got into a fight with some daemons but here we are.

I’m gonna say it. I’m gonna say it. I’m gonna say it.

Look, Noct. You’re my best friend, and the best person I know (don’t tell Ignis and Gladio). You’re funny (sometimes unintentionally), nice, fun to be with, and have really great hair. I guess it was only natural that I... started to like you.

Not like as in friend-like (although I still like you like a friend too), but like as in... like-like. As in, I want to go on stupid dates and randomly kiss you and cuddle when we have to share a bed and stroke your hair and give you flowers and wear each other’s clothes and touch our foreheads together and do those nose bump things and just do everything I’ve wanted to do for years now.

There. I said it.

...Why don’t I feel better? Why do I just feel WORSE? That wasn’t supposed to happen! I was supposed to confess everything into this letter and then I’d feel unburdened and I’d be able to finally let go of these goddamn feelings for you!

Oh. Right. It’s because I’ve liked you for years and my stupid heart’s become too attached to you.

I looked up stuff on how to get over your best friend, but it was all pretty unhelpful. They were all telling me to distance myself for a while! Um, no thanks. First of all, I don’t WANT to distance myself. Like I said, you’re the best person I know. Why would I want to spend any less time with my favourite person?! That would just be... boring. And second of all, I can’t distance myself, even if I wanted to. We share a TENT.

So... yeah. I like you. I like you too much, and I KNOW I shouldn’t, but I can’t help it! I’m really sorry, but I... just can’t.

I want to tell you upfront, I really do. But I don’t know whether you like me back. Sometimes I get these little feelings that you do. I dunno, sometimes I just catch you looking at me with this odd little smile on your face and then you’ll suddenly look away... or sometimes you’ll be a bit more touchy-feely than you need to be... and you tend to gravitate towards me whilst we’re walking... and you always seem to be closer to me than friends should be in a tent. But then, well, I’m probably misinterpreting all that because I so desperately want you to like me too. It’s confusing, isn’t it?

And then, well, if you don’t like me back, confessing to you would just be a dick move.

YOU wouldn’t class it as a dick move. Hell, you’d be pretty chill about it. But... I would. You’ve got so much on your shoulders right now. King Regis was murdered, Insomnia fell, Jared was killed, you’re going to get married, we’ve got to take back Insomnia, you’re pretty much the King... the list goes on. I know you, Noct. You’d feel guilty over rejecting me, and it’d weigh on your mind more than you care to admit.

Especially because, well... ‘cause you’re getting married.

I don’t know if you love Lady Luna, I don’t know if you love me, I don’t know if you love anyone at all. But I do know that you’re getting married to Lady Luna, not me. And if I ruined your special day with a stupid confession, I’d hate myself for it. It’s your special day where people are celebrating your marriage. That’s a day that’s supposed to make you happy, and it will, even if you’re not in love with Lady Luna (and if you are, then you’ll be on Cloud Nine!). She’s your friend, and you’ll be happy with her. I don’t want you to look at me on your wedding day with pity, I don’t want you to look at me and remember that I’m not enjoying the day as much as I should be.

So I’m not going to tell you how I feel. I’m just going to... just going to bottle it up and act like I always do!

Although, I get the feeling that my normal actions don’t cover it up well. I mean, I don’t think YOU’VE guessed (you’re kinda as emotionally-perceptive as a rock), but I feel like Ignis has, and maybe even Gladio. They haven’t said anything, but, like, I dunno, they just give me these... looks, sometimes. Like, I’ll just be leaning on you whilst playing King’s Knight and Ignis will just kind of... smile? It’s a small, tiny thing, but he still does it, I swear on the Six. And then I’m SURE that both of them just sorta... glance at me whenever we start talking about your wedding. I might be imagining things, but... I swear I’m not. So, like, I try to remove suspicion. Whaddaya think all that stuff with Cindy is? Yeah, she’s cool and nice and pretty hot and would probably be fun to date, but it wouldn’t be half as awesome as dating you would be. I just gush over her so that you’ll actually believe I’m head over heels for her instead of, well, you.

Come ON, we’d be so awesome together! We could go on dates to the arcade and order pizza at three in the morning and stay up watching shitty movies and I know we already do that but we could do it as boyfriends instead of best friends and I just 

...Sorry. Haha, I’ve gotta work on keeping my fantasies in check, huh?

...I wish I was the one getting married to you.

Okay, right! I guess that’s, er, my confession done then! I’ve written my feelings in a letter addressed to you which you’re never ever going to read, and so I should stop wanting you so badly!

...I’m never going to stop, am I?

But... even if I’m never going to stop liking you, I’m still going to be your best friend. I’m still going to do stupid stuff with you and take funny pictures and loudly sing terrible songs at one in the morning. I’m never going to be the one who you kiss, but dammit, I’m going to be the greatest best friend ever! And on your wedding, I’ll be the best best man Eos has ever seen.

Because loving you means accepting that I’ll never be anything more than a best friend. But it also means finding happiness and enjoying the special bond we do have.

Well, that’s that. I was going to throw this away into the lake, but... I think I’ll keep it. Just, don’t wear my jacket, yeah? And ESPECIALLY don’t check my front pocket. I’m warning you, Noct!

Love From Yours sincerely Best wishes Forever yours,

Prompto ✌ 

P.S. Sorry about the wet patches. They’re... not rain.

[yumenosakiacademy]

metr0con 2019 thursday diary

Cosplayed: tsuka-sa suou, summer uniform, w my burger king crown n my leo sign. Breakfast: ramen. Snack: none, but i did bring a package of poptarts.

This is for future me, so i’d prefer if ya didnt read but i mean. w/e.

Okay so.. I had a crappy morning and I only slept for 2 hours BUT! Con tiiiime! I got there and arrived at the hetalia panel a few minutes late but that's okay, it wasn't by many. I remembered I asked sealand during truth or dare n he said dare n I asked him to reenact his favorite fortunate dance n he was like "oh I've been waiting for this" or smth and later, I asked him how his gamer youtube channel was doing n america was like “oh dude i was ur 5th subscriber!!” n sealand was like “subscribe to me plss” n america was like “dont forget to like n subscribe. n receive notifications.” n someone dared canada to b as loud as america n she yelled when they said “be as loud as you were when u lost to russia in hockey”. at another part, someone asked america if she would rather never eat fast food again or save sealand from falling into a volcano n she hugged sealand n said “my lil bro!”. someone dared america to speak in proper english and she was all “oh pip pip cheerio” and mocking england haha

at the end of the panel, a girl came up to me n she said she liked my costume n i was like “!! r u into ES??” and they said “almost” or like. kinda or smth but they took my picture n i felt so happy gjhns

OKAY then i tried to go to the adventure t!me sing-along n q+a panel but they only did truth or dare for a few minutes n im not big into AT anyway so i wasnt rly having fun then they decided to start the singalong when they got the wifi working via someone turning on their hotspot but i had a bad throat so i just left the panel and then had abt 4 hrs to walk around! aw jeez, right?

while on my walk i saw a riku n got their pic n i was like “male idols unite hell yea” n we talked for a bit n they were talkin abt a boy idol series they had heard abt called dank!ra n i mentioned i had also heard abt that! i also came across someone who said they liked my costume or knew who i was (someone in a red beret) n we were talking abt ES n i was like “best boys go” n they said shu and i think keito n i was like “chiaki n mika.. theyre baby” n they were like “ryuse!ta! n rabitz r the most baby in ES” n i was like “oh dude those r my fav units.....” at some point, i saw kuro again!! i saw them but was too shy then later they spotted me as i walked past them n went “tsukasa!!” n i turned around n i was like “erin!!!” n i hugged them n the beret person was there too bc they were their friend apparently and kuro said they were just gonna b kuro for thursday (they were cosplaying summer uniform!kuro like they did in a previous yr) n they just wore it cuz they were hot n went “summer uniform solidarity” (bc i was summer uniform!tsukasa) n we fist bumped and i was digging around my shirt pocket to show them my souma keychain n they were like “oh dude u reaching into ur pocket reminded me i need to get smth from my pocket. i hav Fangs” n they put on costume fangs! eventually they started looking at jojo figures at the stall we were next to n we eventually parted.

at some point, the person running the itabag booth (theyre an ES fan, i kno. their site has ens-tars itabags in the examples gallery n they cosplayed ES last yr) saw me n went “ousama!” bc of my sign n i went over n they were like “guess what ia ctually got to meet arashis va last week” n i was like “RLY??” n they were showing me their arashi itabag n they were like “yea i got to shake his hand n everything aaa. n during his talk/panel (?) i kept showing off my arashi stuff as if to say “I LOVE ARASHI” n i was like “arashi is best knights member.. ara-nee............”

at some point my crown fell off while i was on the escalator? i tried to go back for it but it was gone in the Minute it took me to ride te up escalator? i assumed someone took it to wear but kenyan said someone mightve thrown it away..

i went to metro night live n it wasnt all that funny?? idk what to talk abt from it. they did a “luigi being a gamer” video series n one of them was him playing hotl!ne miami (not knowing it was violent) n he was like “ive never been to florida but i guess this is a game to simulate it!” n it said “proloogue: the metro” n he was like “oh like the convention!” n when the mask selection came up he was like “oh look we can even cosplay!” n he went thru the door n saw one of the mafia members n went “look! a congoer! hello- oh” n accidentaly shoved one of the guys down n he was like “can i help you up-” but then the character (jacket) smashed the guys head in w the button press n luigi went “....o-oh. uh-” and some of the other games were fortnite n he played a violent game n he was like “THERE IS NO GOD HERE NOW” or w/e. they also had an “Edgelords anonymous” skit in which reaper was a new member of the group but it ended w ruby r0se describing brutal ways to kill people (while listing em cheerily) n the others being disturbed n alucard ending the session.

at 7 i had nothing so i walked around. then when 8 hit, i was gonna go to Whose Line Is It Anime but apparently its time had been changed to 7 pm?? the 8 in “8:00-9:00 pm” was scribbled out in sharpie on the schedule board in front of the room n it said 7 pm but now that i think abt it.. i think they meant 7-9 pm. ....shit. oh god damn it. anyway i got sad n left then since it was kinda empty/slow bc it was nighttime, i sat down on a wall thing to open up my sougo plush keychain n some guy next to me started talking to me abt my nails and we got ot talking n apparently he had wanted to go to the dealers room but didnt kno they closed @ 8 n he was here w friend n only had a single day pass bc he had work the other days (his name was spencer) so he was just lounging and i suggested he tell his friends what he wanted n they get it for him if they hav weekend passes n asked if he knew abt the game room n he said no so i invited him to go play smash w me so we went but couldnt figure out how things worked bc there were many consoles n screens w games, but mosst had no controllers but it turns out u borrow the contollers w ur con pass! kenyan was there running the controller borrower table. he said “psst” bc he saw me n i ws like “kenyan!!!” n hugged him n he was like “hows ur weekend going dear” n i said not that great but only bc it was thursday! also my throat hurt” n he was like “did u drink?” n i was like “well.. i have water but..” n he was like “drink juice. it’ll help. that’s what ur dad wwould say” (he woukdnt) anyway we got our controllrs and started playg smash n i went, in order: joker, robin, chrom, bayonetta, greninja n he was teaching me how to play w the gamecube controller (im used to a wiimote) n he beat me every time but i had fun!

after that i was GONNA go to the v-ld panel but i looked inside while walking by n there werent many ppl so i said “okay lets go to the BB panel then. take a look” so i went in there n there were a TON of ppl anyway it was kind of boring bc im not big on murder mysteries n stuff but apparently someone solved it by saying ciel slipped n fell, no one murdered him. then they did the raffle n i didnt win but thats okay! most ppl left after the raffle ended n q+a started n i couldnt hear many ppls’ questions anyway so i was bored n thought of goint to the vl-d panel but ended up not but w/e! oh! also everyone received candy at the beginning of the panel n i ahd a mystery lollipop n it turned out to b birthday cake flavor! id never had that before. it was Good.

after that i was just wandering around n i called dad to startdriving there but the ciel i asked for a picture of, them n their friends were gawking at my nails ns tuff n one of the teens’ dads was like “how do ya pick ur nose w it??” but after that, as i was wandering around, the gundam id sen earlier that day saw me n waved n i said oh hi n went over n they (it was them n an izuru) were like “wanna hang out w us for a while?” so i was like “oh. shoot. id luv too but im waiting for my dad to pick me up” n theyw ere like “it’s okay we can just hang out til then, then, if ya’d like” so i hung out w them n the gundam was talking abt how earlier, a mukuro complimented them on their outfit n they returned the compliment n went to leave n the mukuro was like “uumm arent u gonna hang out w me? we’re from the same series n all” n they were like “not w that f***in attitude” n i was like “did ya rly say that?” n they were like “yea. ppl dont expect me ta hav attitude” n we also talked abt piercings n how i said they seemed cool n goth (the gundam had a nose ring n the izuru had a piercing near their mouth) but how it must hurt n they said it just feels like a pinch. at some point i roled over my bag so my sougo wouldnt get dirty n the izuru saw my rei button n mentioned smth abt only findin one rei button at the idol table n i was like “UR INTO ES???” n they were like “i just kno undead n a few other characters. like [points @ my leo sign] i kno him” n i went “he’s dumbass supreme” n the gundam was talking abt getting the rythm game n i was like “jut read the stories on the wiki the game is boring imo” n the izuru backed me up by saying it wasnt a rhythm game n a lil while later, i showed them the 2 cool rei cgs n i was like “big sexe” n they agreed but the izuru had said theyd seen the croassroads one i showed em (the first of the 2) n the gundam said they wnted to cosplay bloody banquet rei (the other cg i showed em) n the izuru said they wanted to cosplay them All gjhnsm i showed them ryu-seitai too n showed them undead n gundam showed an interest in adonis! we also talked abt k!n stuff n all that! im not gonna go into detail on that (esp bc it’s so late rn as im typing!) but gundam was like “i dont trust junko k!n. like, evreyone else, yea, but junko? no. or like, any other character that’s just so irredeemably shitty”. oh they also talked abt this one messy, ugly, tangly junko wig they found for $300 which shouldnt have been that much n it was just a mess of tangles. anyway t’s getting late oh gosh. anyway they said they’d b on the lookout for me tomorrow so we can say hi again! 

random fun fact: SO many ppl complimented my nails today gjhnsm

[ariel-the-rebellious]

Ariel and Dash

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop?

Dash rocks the Ferris Wheel. Ariel flips out and screeches even though she’s smiling because she likes the adrenaline rush of fear. 

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time?

Oh my lord. Uh. I MEAN- Ariel??? IDK

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time?

Assuming Dash knows about Ariel’s mermaid-ness, I’d say Ariel would probably be the one that suggests they take baths. And she tries to make it all romantic but before it can be anything her tail always pops because of all that water, man. #awkward

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on?

I can see Dash walking around in just boxers. I can also see Ariel walking around in just a t-shirt and underwear. Neither of them would probably care.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight?

Dash lmao

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep?

Oh, Ariel. Definitely Ariel would. She’d wake up before him and stare at him all adoringly and shit too. How gross.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”?

I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Ariel was the correct answer for both of these. (but dASH I LOVE U get it like “but daddy i love him!” i’m clever)

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts?

Ariel obviously takes a lot of Dash’s t-shirts and hoodies, yep. But I can see her trying to fit him into one of her’s lmao

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after?

I could see either one of them waking each other up to talk about cool dreams, tbh. Ariel more likely wakes Dash up for her nightmares BUT if Dash has nightmares Ariel would definitely sing him back to sleep.

10) Who is more likely to cheat?

I would hope neither, bc they’re so precious. But honestly, I would have to say Ariel would be more likely out of the two. :/

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship?

I feel like either doing so would just create an endless back and forth. “You had a crush on meee,” “You had a crush on me too!” 

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen?

Both of them, simultaneously. 

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer?

I mean, without a doubt Ariel is obviously both of these.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops?

Ariel starts the hand holding. She would probably grab Dash’s butt too in a joking, pinching, teasing kind of way. Dash slides his arm around her waist, and Ariel likes to grip on his belt loops yep.

15) Who likes writes the others name on their wrist?

I don’t know about the wrist, but I’m sure Ariel has Dash’s name scribbled inside little hearts in her notebooks and her diary. (Yes, she has a diary.)

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed?

Ariel tries to be seductive. Key word being tries. Aaaand Ariel is also probably loudest yep.

17) Who is more protective?

I feel like it’d be pretty equal. Ariel is protective of everyone she loves, but I’m sure Dash is protective too. Case in point: prom.

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping?

Ariel would no doubt whisper little secrets into the dark between them while he sleeps.

19) Who drives and who has the window seat?

Dash drives, Ariel rests her head against the open window frame to feel the air.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed?

Ariel falls asleep in Dash’s lap constantly, Dash constantly carries her to bed. It’s cute.

21) Who cuts the others hair?

Ariel tries cutting Dash’s hair one time. It doesn’t go so well. 

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day?

I feel like Dash would be bad at sexting just because boys are SO BAD AT IT lmao. I can see him sending her cute encouraging texts even right now as Ariel works on the play. Cutie.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?

I’m sure Ariel has her doubts sometimes, with all the secrets she has to keep. She’s already scared of losing him. As for the last question, I feel like it would be a mix of both? For like, little nothing mistakes anyway.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them?

Ariel is all about starting random dancing, but I can see Dash doing it too. And, of course, Dash would be the one to lift Ariel up and swing her around for a kiss. 

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush?

Dash. Totally Dash.

26) Who kissed first?

I DON’T KNOW IT HAS HAPPENED YET- But I mean Ariel will make a move if Dash takes too long lmao. (Well, that or she’ll feel like he’s not interested and get #sad. We shall see.)

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark?

Dash. If he goes by The Flash biology, he’s gotta consume a lot of calories and is always hungry. Ariel would be the one to wake him up to go get water though, definitely.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them?

Ariel writes little song snippets but keeps them hIDDEN omg. And then one day Dash finds them and he’s like all grinning and “Are these about me??” And she’s like nO and it’s cute she ends up singing them and Dash is just like “man this girl is great.”

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires?

Dash. Definitely Dash. She would tell him it was really cute even though he broke something or whatever, though. And then she’d make sure afterwards he knows he’s impressive enough to her already.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute?

I don’t think either of them will ever have a need for glasses, but probably Ariel if she ever had to.

[songofmysnark]

“Don’t” by Ed Sheeran, Part 1

For those who are unacquainted with the most catchy-yet-annoying Top 40 monstrosity that my car radio subjected me to last week, “Don’t” is a song by Ed Sheeran.  The basic storyline is “Ed the ginger hobbit meets a woman but he calls her a girl, they kind of see each other a bunch of times but the logistics are difficult for anyone to really figure out, she hooks up with another dude, and Ed is a sad, sad ginger hobbit.”

We need to discuss how utterly awful this song is.  Let’s break down this particular snippet of WTF: “But me and her we make money the same way Four cities, two planes the same day” Darling Ed.  You are British, and I understand that you blokes across the pond have an elaborate and intricate class system, and I am the first to advocate for slack being given for the sake of artistic license, regional dialect, and the evolution of the language.  You hail from the heritage of Shakespeare, and if the stark difference between the bard’s couplets and the general acceptance of your absurd lyrics by the general public isn’t ample evidence of the evolution of language over time, I don’t know what is.  That’s no excuse for the way you’ve just brutalized the English language. My sweet redheaded nugget of manchild, I think you meant to say “She and I.”  As in “But she and I make money the same way.” 

See, “I make money” sounds fine, right?   And “She makes money” sounds okay, correct?  But “Me make money” and “Her make money” sound awful, right?  Right.  And that’s what you just wrote.

“Her make money” makes you sound like a confused Russian bot trolling a presidential candidate on twitter circa October 2016, and “Me make money” makes you sound like fucking cookie monster.  So let’s get our objects and subjects straightened out and move on to the next line so we don’t sound like muppets who live in the Kremlin.  

I’ve been confused by this line for a while.  Four cities and two planes the same day.  First of all, this is definitely possible, it just sounds like poor logistical planning.  I live in the San Francisco bay area and I regularly drive through 4 different cities while commuting and I only live 12 miles from my office.  (For the record: Oakland, Emeryville, San Francisco, and Berkeley if I want to pick up something from Berkeley Bowl for dinner.)  So yeah, I do four cities in a day, too.  Not sure why this is somehow a major feat?  Cities can be close together. I guess it’s the two planes, Ed.  What in the world are you DOING if you have to take two separate planes in a day?  Are we talking about having a layover?  Lord knows I’ve spend a decent amount of time in the Detroit airport having never spent any other time in the great state of Michigan.  I wouldn’t count that as being in a city, that’s sitting in a Chilis-To-Go and hoping my gate doesn’t change, but I doubt your travel plans involve a chain restaurant’s shitty off post in Terminal C. I’m just confused, man.  You’re a singer/songwriter/performer/hobbit and you definitely have a staff, so I’m not sure what the hell you are doing taking two separate plane trips in a day.  Who is doing your booking?  Why are you just dropping into a city via plane and then getting back into the plane and leaving?  I surely hope you’re using a private plane because your poor, tiny, little ginger body is going to certainly glow an even more unnatural shade if you’re exposed to that much TSA screening radiation that often.  

But let’s say you wake up in one city, fly to another, do something there (?), fly somewhere else, and then... IDK, hit two cities by car?  It seems like the problem is whoever’s scheduling you, SURELY it could be more efficient.  But it sort of sounds like you want to whine and make it sound like “I travel a lot for work” is some deeply rare thing, my dude.  Which it is not.  Many adults do it. 

But really, who the hell is doing your booking?  How is this person so inefficient that you can be “between the sheets” until the “late AM,” and yet have other days where you make money by traveling on two planes and visiting four cities.  Ed, something is wrong with whoever is doing your booking and scheduling.  Maybe that’s a bigger problem than this issue with the lady banging someone who isn’t you in a hotel. Putting aside the logistics of the mismanagement of your current tour, I’d like to talk about your most egregious offense -- and one that is almost your hallmark, Ed.  It’s “I’m going to use particular words and phrases to make a completely boring and typical situation sound incredibly deep and meaningful.”  You do it all the time, and so does that dude from the band Fun, who will be addressed in a separate post.  (I’m coming for you, Fun.)  Here’s the offending line:

“I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on a couch.” A film, Ed?  Really?  Are you going to wear a black turtleneck and discuss the evolution of Francis Ford Coppola’s use of lighting as a sort of informal career retrospective of the filmmaker as an artist?  Are you going to watch deep, brooding documentaries about genocide?  No.  You’re going to watch “Ocean’s 11″ under a soft blankie, and that is totally fine.  Just don’t make it sound like you’re doing a deep analysis of thematic patterns in the cinematography of Jean-Luc Godard.  You sound like an ass. Let’s break down this particularly terrible snippet:

I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on a couch But we should get on a plane Or we'll be missing it now Wish I'd have written it down The way that things played out When she was kissing him How I was confused about Now she should figure it out while I'm sat here singing Ah lahmlahlah

Good God, my ginger muppet.  What the fuck is this and who let you sing this in public?  This is nonsensical bullshit, friend-o, and it is not cute.  You know when you catch someone in a lie and their story gets really complicated and incoherent?  And they’re like “yes and she was there but also the lamp is blue and I didn’t kill the Professor in the drawing room with the candlestick!”  That’s what you sound like.  You wish you’d written it down?  Why?  So you’d remember?  You’re writing a song about this, how the fuck are you not remembering the basic plot points of how you were wronged by a woman (who technically did nothing wrong by your own admission) and now feel entitled and butt-hurt?  Kinda seems like at this point in the song, you know that neither of you really did anything wrong, but you’re having a lot of feelings about rejection, monogamy, and asking for what you need and want out of a relationship.  That’s fine!  And that’s what therapy is for, babycakes.  That is not what I want to hear on Top 40 radio while I drive to my office for a day of soul-sucking litigation.  If I have to read hundreds of pages of people lying in deposition, I certainly don’t want any part of that day to also involve trying to decipher exactly what happened to make you feel like this probably lovely biddy owed you unilateral monogamy.  Maybe if you weren’t flitting around with a shitty travel itinerary, you’d be able to figure out WTF happened with your not-boo.

Ah lahmlahlah.

You are a songwriter, man.  Why are you and this lady singing “Ah lahmlahlah” all the time?  What is that?  It’s not nearly as catchy as other nonsense words in music (I’m looking at you, Earth Wind and Fire, “ba-de-ya” is a fucking excellent addition to “September,” and I love it and will sing along with it every time I play it in the car).  It’s just... lalalala?  Cool, man.  Way to be.

I don’t know, Ed.  Perhaps get your story straight and come back and explain it to us when you can form words.  It would be a much more compelling case for you, and would make for a better song.  Who on your staff is a massive enabler?  Who is letting your first-draft scribbles get into your discography.  I’m worried, Ed.  You need to think about your hiring decisions.  I don’t know, though.  I’m not the songwriter.  Lahmlahmlahlah.

Why is this lady coming on the plane with you?  No, seriously.  She makes money the same way (see terrible lyric above), so why is she going with you?  Is she on your staff?  Again, Ed, I’m having a LOT of feelings about you as an employer.  Work on this.  

Don't fuck with my love That heart is so cold All over my home I don't wanna know that babe Ah lahmlahlah Don't fuck with my love I told her she knows Take aim and reload I don't wanna know that babe Ah lahmlahlah

This is angstier than Linkin Park nugget wrapped up in Good Charlotte blanket wrapped in a Joni Mitchell “Blue” burrito for good measure.  It’s the turducken of angst.

But digging further, why is your heart cold and all over your home?  Did your heart explode, Ed?  ED.  PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS.  This sounds like a major cardiac event, I don’t even know. This is some Jack the Ripper stuff and I am deeply concerned.  Also, you’re telling her to take aim and reload but that you don’t want to know?  You’re sending mixed messages, and I’m very concerned about the way you’re invoking the imagery of a firing squad.  We’re talking about a hookup gone wrong.

I know that sometimes it hurts to see Hermione go out with that hot Quiddich player and yes, she did look really lovely at the Yule Ball... but you need to get it together, man.  Would it raise your spirits if we gave 10 points to Gryffindor?