#this was made years ago and it shows so much TT

[bamtor1sss]

PART 1

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PROLOGUE -> Part 1

⌗ summary: they were happily in love when they first married but now over the years they fell out in love... now the two both try to fall back in love together after mutual agreement

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f!reader x husband!beomgyu

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warning: married au, little fluff, angsttt, texting au, timestamps, grammar is off a little since i edited some parts from my og fic TT

It's been a while now since you both came to an agreement to try save this dead and broken relationship and so far its honestly going rough...between the sometimes snarky replies, sharp glances and tones used it was far from easy since you both had grown accustomed to not being around each other and viewing each other nothing more than platonic roommates rather than husband and wife. but lately, something had started to shift. something odd not uncomfortable, just ... tense. like the air between you was charged in ways neither of you knew how to name. it started after a recent work event you invited beomgyu to—just for appearances. you hadn’t expected much. but when a coworker complimented how good you looked that night, oblivious to the fractures in your marriage you'd kept hidden to everyone expect huening kai, beomgyu only smiled and rested his hand gently on the small of your back. the contact was subtle, almost close enough to being natural—but it made your back arch before you could stop it, shamefully reactive, like your body remembered something your heart had forgotten. his fingers barely grazed your spine over the fabric of your shirt, but it was enough to send a quiet jolt through your chest. you stiffened, unsure whether to lean into it or pull away. it didnt meant anything it was merely just an act for others. just his hand. just skin. but after all this time—after years of brushing past each other without a second thought—it felt like too much. you didn’t look at him. didn’t say a word. but the warmth lingered long after his hand had dropped away, leaving you with a strange, uneasy awareness of him..

and to make things worse, he's actually changing...not all at once, nothing big or dramatic... but in the small, irritatingly sincere ways that are hard to ignore. softer tones when he speaks to you. asking how your day was and actually listening. putting his phone down at dinner. showing up and after spending so long building this wall, layering it brick by brick with every cold silence, every time he walked past you like a ghost in your own home. it was supposed to protect you. supposed to remind you not to expect anything from him anymore. but now, here he was, knocking gently at the door you’d locked long ago. not demanding anything. just… being there. and it’s annoying, tiring and hard because you don’t know how to let someone in again. not after all the times you’ve convinced yourself you’d learned how to be alone.

so you pull back.. in the quiet, subtle things—the things he'll clearly notice. shorter responses when he talks to you, avoiding his eyes when they linger on yours, filling the silence with something so you don’t have to acknowledge the space between you. it’s easier this way.

6:35AM

you were getting ready for work as usual, sitting at your vanity putting makeup on, this time you could feel a pair of eyes on you. You looked through the mirror only to be met with beomgyu's gaze

"Is something wrong? you've been staring at me without saying anything.." You said breaking the awkward silence with your cold cut tone "oh no- I was just thinking about something.." he said rather quickly in reply.

that same silent tension filled the air only for a little bit until he continued

"well, I was thinking maybe we could eat dinner together-? I could bring something home- that is if you don't get off of work late" he said rather timidly... weird?

"oh- tonight? I mean sure I guess..? That's fine.. I'll text you when I get off of work" ending the conversation there, clearly not wanting to continue this conversation with him, beomgyu nodding his head

"don't forget to let me know... please?" he said almost with desperate eyes, like a child pleading to their parent. You were taken aback by his persistency, but you didn't care for whatever reason he was acting this way, your eyes shifted from him back to your vanity mirror so you could continue getting ready for work.

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7:55PM

you make it home at your usual time, the sky outside dimming into that soft, blueish gray of early evening. as you unlock the door and step inside, the faint scent of something warm and unfamiliar drifts toward you, cooked food. your eyes catch on the dining table almost immediately, and for a second, you just… pause. it’s set. fully set. two plates. silverware neatly placed. glasses waiting to be filled. the food, still steaming slightly, rests in the center like it hasn’t been there long. it’s nothing extravagant, but the effort is obvious. thoughtful. at first a small surprised smile tugs at the corner of your mouth before you can let it grow, you stop it. it’s been a long time since anything felt this intentional. but the seat across from yours is empty. his car was in the driveway—you knew that before you even stepped inside—so he has to be here somewhere. you glance around, the quiet pressing in just enough to make the moment feel fragile.

"Beomgyu-?" you said walking through the quiet house, a few seconds went by and no one replied. You walked to the living room still not finding anyone you decide to look at the last place, your shared bedroom. When you walked in the lights in the room were off expect the lights to the bathroom, the figure was looking into the mirror with a towel clenched in his hand dabbing it on his face. You walked up closer not saying anything yet to see what he was doing.

his reflection looked almost dazed, like he didn’t even hear you walk in. you paused for a second before speaking. “beomgyu?” your voice cut gently through the stillness. “what are you doing? i was calling for you in the house.” he didn’t answer right away, just turned his head slightly and that’s when you saw it... the cut on his lip then another just above his brow. small, but fresh enough to stand out. your brows pulled together, the confusion sharp and immediate. “what—? are you okay?” you crossed the room without thinking, the worry slipping out too quickly, before you could guard it. he blinked, eyes soft and a little unfocused, kind of puppy-like. “ah—yeah,” he mumbled, fumbling a little with his words. “i’m okay. don’t worry.” “you’re bleeding a little,” you retorted, quieter now. your hand lifted on instinct, settling carefully against the side of his face as you examined the cuts. “what did you do to yourself?” he winced, but not from your touch. more like embarrassment.

“what did you even do to yourself?” you muttered, half exasperated, half genuinely concerned. “ugh.. this is exactly why i can’t leave you alone in the kitchen. something always happens.” your words came out sharper than intended, but underneath it all, the worry was there. undeniable and real. no matter how distant you tried to make things, he was still your husband and part of you still cared. maybe more than you really wanted to.

"i'm sorry… i didn't mean to make you worry," he said, placing his hand over yours... light, hesitant, but enough to make you pause. "but what happened to you, beomgyu?" you asked again. this time, the worry in your voice slipped through before you could stop it.

"i was… sitting at the table earlier," he said slowly, his voice unsure, like he was bracing for you to laugh. "i—i must've been more tired than i realized. i got up too fast to grab something and… i kinda… knocked my head against the cabinet door." he rubbed the back of his neck, looking down, clearly embarrassed.

it was almost enjoyable seeing him act so differently now~?

you couldn’t help but laugh when you heard how he got those cuts. “and to think you got me all worried,” you said, the words slipping out before you even realized. pretty blush appeared on his face. "you're so delicate~!" the words left your lips without thinking, and before you knew it, your hand was on his cheek, poking him lightly, the act catching your own self off guard

beomgyu let out a soft laugh, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. even though he was still a little embarrassed, he didn’t miss his chance, his gaze shifting with that unfamiliar tension like before. “well, i guess that means you’ll have to stay here and take extra.. extra care of me,” he said, his tone dripping with playful sincerity, his smile wide and teasing just enough to make it feel like an invitation.

You rolled your eyes ignoring what he said, completely dismissing him which may or may not have cause his lips to form a small pout. “please… help me put some ointment on it?” beomgyu asked, his voice a little sheepish, eyes flickering to yours with that hint of vulnerability. you hesitated for a second, then sighed, rolling your eyes but still secretly amused. “fine, fine, i’ll do it,” you said, the words coming out with an exaggerated reluctance that didn’t quite mask the way you agreed to help, as you looked through the drawers.

beomgyu currently leaning onto the counter with his hands behind his back resting on the counter, his head slightly leaning back

beomgyu didn’t say anything as you gently wiped the blood from his face, applying the ointment to the cuts with raw attention. His eyes though, never left yours. There was a stillness to his gaze.. one that seemed to settle between the two of you, that tension even as you tried to focus on the task at hand. You kept your attention on the ointment, doing your best to ignore the way his eyes burned inro you. There was something different in the way he was looking at you—like he was seeing you in a way he hadn’t in a long time. and it was true... beomgyu couldn’t help but notice how long it had been since he’d really taken in the soft slope on your nose, the softness of your expression when you were concentrated, and especially your eyes—eyes that still held that same warmth, even when you weren’t looking at him.

You notice his fingers reaching for the knot of his tie slow yet deliberate. and to make it worse he doesn’t break eye contact as he loosens it, his movements unhurried, almost teasing. Your eyes flick down to his neck, just for a second catching the slight swallow. you look back up. you dab the last bit of ointment onto his cheek, your fingers brushing against his skin, warm despite the sting. but then his hands move again. soft fabric ruffling as he undoes the top buttons of his shirt.

the room started feeling smaller. warmer. the air charged. You can feel his gaze on you — not demanding, just there, waiting. like he knows exactly what he's doing.

"What are you doing-?" You finally asked after trying to ignore his movements and gaze on you

"It's just... really, really hot in here, don't you think?" he said, voice light, like he was trying not to laugh. His face was colored with a soft pink hue — but it was his ears that gave him away. you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes slightly. he was just... off--off enough to make you pause. "are you sure you didn’t sneak a drink before this?" you asked, brushing your fingers clean, gaze steady on him. "what’s with the red face and the sudden giggles?" his dumb little smile got a little bigger, so shameless. "Is it wrong for your husband to be happy he’s around you?" your brow twitched slightly. his tone was light, but the words held something underneath. he let out a soft, almost dramatic sigh. "ah~ I can’t remember the last time you looked at me like that." you blinked once, slow. "like what?" but he didn’t answer only giving that smile that meant trouble..

and in a way beomgyu was right, when was the last time you both were this close? you couldn't even remember the last time you've looked at him with eyes "that way" according to him.

after puzzling together what was happening you start to feel a little flustered, clearing your throat. "Your cuts should get better in a day or so" you paused and then continued "t-the food is probably getting cold so we-" beomgyu stops you. wrapping his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him. pressing you closer to him

you let out a surprised sound when he did this, you could now feel the warmth from his body onto yours. as you feel his grip around your waist tighten you can already feel the blood rushing to your face, and you were right, you were blushing like crazy. Upon seeing how flustered you gotten from such simple contact beomgyu laughed "now I'm not the only one whose face is red~" he was so cocky the way he said it, it caught you off guard

“h-huh? beomgyu, what are you even talking ab—” your words caught in your throat the moment his hand slid up, fingers threading gently into your hair. he leaned in, and before you could say another word, his lips were on yours. so soft, careful, like he was afraid to push too far. your breath hitched and for some weird reason… you didn’t pull away. your eyes fluttered shut, just for a second, the warmth of the kiss settling over you like something familiar and then it was gone. your eyes opened, dazed, your heartbeat louder than it had any right to be. he was already pulling back, watching you closely, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to read the answer before you even knew the question.

Realizing what happened you were a mess inside, any thoughts you had before were completely wrecked "did he kiss me?! what's wrong with him? why is he acting like this??" every thought went through your mind, but it all stopped once he started speaking

"I should've asked if you were okay with me doing that" he said looking off into the bathroom his eyes were so puppy-like, he looked so serious yet so soft when he spoke. you were completely dumbfounded at what just happened. then adding onto your surprise he brought you impossibly closer, hugging you and resting his head on your shoulder

"So warm~" he sighed

not knowing how to react to this "are you done now-?" you sounded a little hesitant and unsure if you should even say anything at all

beomgyu lifted his head facing towards you "can't we just stay like this longer?" He pouted, he sounded like a child "pleeeeeaaaase- don't you love me?" he grabbed your shoulders and shook them lightly

"beomgyu- why are acting so childish?" you started pulling your wall back up after leaving it down for too a moment too long

"how could i not feel tempted to do things like that," he murmured, leaning in just a little, his voice dropping to a teasingly warm octave in the softest way. "especially when someone so pretty is alone with me? riling me up like this" he smiled then — slow, devilish, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. "so please, y/n... can’t i have this moment? just for now?" his eyes softened, lips pushing into the slightest pout, like he wasn’t already wrecking your already weak self-control

feeling overwhelmed, you shook your head "t-this has carried on waaay too long- a-and I want to eat so let go of me?" you said putting your hand on his chest to push away

he cut you off, his voice low, purring. "why eat dinner when I'm right here, and you're right .. in front of me?" he said, licking his lips and to make it worse his tone was calm as if it were the most natural thing in the world to say... but there was that glint in his eyes, that smile tugging at the corners of his lips, making everything feel… more than it should.

you could almost hear how fast your heart was beating and you were sure he could hear it... you moved subconsciously and somehow shuffled yourself out of his grasp

"I-I'm going to be in the dining room- eating.. actual dinner" you spoke in a hurry and quickly walked out the bathroom you, once you got out of eyesight for him you put your hand on your chest feeling your heart, trying desperately to calm yourself down from what even happened. beomgyu on the other hand smiling so much after seeing your reaction he thought it was probably the cutest things he'd seen in a while from you.

once he was out of your eyesight he put his hand on his heart to try to calm himself down from just happened, honestly he was shocked how long that played out for, he couldn't stop smiling and rethinking what happened, his face was so flushed, but he didn't even care at this point

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Few weeks later

11:36PM

After a long day of work, you finally got home, ready to get some rest, you hastily took your shower, even going out of your way to wear your favorite set of pjs. beomgyu was already sleeping so you quietly make your way into the bed avoiding any unnecessary noise. you sighed when you finally were able to rest your head on your pillow finally all the stress of the day was gone, no more hearing your coworkers' voices constantly asking you questions.

beomgyu’s expression was unguarded and soft. his lips were slightly parted, the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, as if he were dreaming of something pleasant. his hair, a bit messy from sleep, fell effortlessly across his forehead, a few stray strands brushing against his temple, adding to the overall sense of comfort he radiated in that moment. and oddly enough that comforted you enough to pull you into sleep

Peace at last ...

until ... you feel something moving around you, you unwillingly opened your eyes, chest to chest with him, clinging onto you

"Beomgyu what are you doing-?" you spoke, voice already so sleepy. you were confused and to add to your confusion he didn't reply, his grip only tightened, and you could feel his head moving only deeper into your neck, your shoulders raised but slowly fell down

"could you please relax your shoulders more it's more comfortable when there relaxed" beomgyu mumbled leaning into your neck more

"mm- beomgyu can you let go"

then he was back asleep, you could feel his breath on your neck, more consistent this time, which kind of made you shiver..

you tried moving out of his grasp, but he was hugging too tight, so you sighed and just gave up and finally relaxed... you were honestly too tired to keep on thinking about it, so you just shrugged it off and went to sleep.

after a few minutes of sleeping, you feel warmth, lips.. beomgyus to be exact. latching onto your neck, giving it a soft kiss.

you were ready to shake him off, maybe give him a scolding or two but No, he was really asleep... and who knows how or what he was dreaming about that made him do this while he was still sleeping ...? despite denying it you felt yourself leaning into him feeling coaxed by his actions...

But why care? He's your husband after all... you tried to tell yourself, but the truth was, you were trying to get back to being used to this sudden affection since you distanced yourself from this relationship..

 cutting you out of your thoughts you felt wave of tingles go up from the bottom of your ear to the base of your neck ... again? "no-no-no- I know you're not sleeping..! what are you doing?!" all you could hear was his soft laugher filling the room, he finally let go of your waist.

"y/n look-look I'm sorry!~I really couldn't resist it~" he was reaaaaaally enjoying this, and you had to admit that the feeling wasn't painful or anything it felt quite nice, but you were just too stubborn to admit it.

"ugh- don't laugh! this isn't funny!" you rolled your eyes. "oh come on? when did you get so stubborn~!" he pouted and dramatically covered his face with his arm, you could only feel pity for how he basically acting like a child, taking a deep breath. you move his arm off his face. barely straddling him, his eyes fluttered so quickly

you put your hand on either side of his face and give him a small kiss, at first and honestly you were kind of shocked by your own sudden actions.. you felt his hands move to your waist rubbing on your waist to coax you into him-your breath caught and your sudden boldness disappeared... you had to stop yourself after feeling your heart bang against your rib cage, lifting yourself off him abruptly

your eyes slowly met with his again "a-are you happy now?" you were about to continue but you felt his hand move to your head to bring you back closer and he kisses you back, you could've sworn you felt him smiling in the kiss .. he was so sly.

you broke out of it- hitting his chest with no intent of hurting him. no real struggle to get away and honestly if he pulled you back in you wouldn't have fought him

"don't- do that-" you barely held your sentence, you just turned your back over and buried your face into the blankets. Your ears were burning, and your stomach was full of butterflies

your heart was beating so fast, but you didn't know why? you tried so hard to resist those feelings, but they kept on resurfacing... beomgyu was right... why were you being so stubborn?~

You were taking a shower; you usually take your phone with you into the bathroom to play music or whatever, but you left your phone on the bed.

beomgyu came home earlier than usual. "y/n?" he walked into the bedroom, he heard the water running in the bathroom and figured you were showering so he waited for you to come out.

he saw your phone on the bed and decided to mess around and take some pictures on it, he opened your phone and went to the camera through your lock screen. and just when he was about to start taking pictures

your phone got a call. maybe it was spam calls since it was so late at night?

"Hyuka❤️"

beomgyu felt his heart stop and his eyes brows furrowed, who this person even was? why he was calling so late? why did he even have a heart by his name?

at bad timing you walk out the bathroom and see beomgyu sitting on the bed with your phone in his hand

"oh, I didn't hear you get in" you said stiffening up a bit. "Who is this?" beomgyu asked, showing you your missed call on your phone screen...

the room silent.

THIS TOOK FORVER TO EDITTT, like all dayyy- my og fic was so CRINGY AAH lmao sorry if its a little cheesy- but at least now i get to write new chapters for it in the future~ i have sm fics in the work hehe (possible hyuka fic.. yj fic maybe more?!?!!)

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please please please reblog or comment if you’re interested in this series !! also if you have any fic requests please send them my way!! ^^🖤

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This time I shall not yield! 🗡️

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[kiwisandpearls]

Bird in a Cage

Platonic Yandere! Batfamily x Gn! Adult! Reader

summary: You move back into Gotham after years of living in your own.

warnings: not entirely proofread, batfamily acting generally suspicious, reader uses they/them pronouns, implications of obsessive/stalking behavior, implications of yandere activities, let me know if I need to add more

Part 1

You sighed, staring out of the window of the vacant bus you were riding in. You were returning home, back to Gotham City; after being gone for what felt like so long yet so short of time.

You didn't have any good reason to be moving back into Gotham. There weren't any good job opportunities for you and you were living pretty ok back at your old place, but for some reason, you just wanted to return to your home city. Maybe you were feeling nostalgic, maybe you wanted to feel close to your family, maybe you wanted a change of pace; regardless of the reason, you couldn't really just turn back now. And it's not like you really wanted to.

Speaking of your family, your mind started to wander to the last time you had seen them in person. It felt like it happened so long ago yet yesterday at the same time.

After loading the last of the boxes, you were checking over everything, making sure everything was accounted for when you felt a large calloused hand on your shoulder.

"I suppose you're ready now?" A familiar gravely voice questioned behind you. You turned around to meet the blue-eyed gaze of Bruce Wayne: your adoptive father. He was never really one to show emotion but after living with him for a few years you were more easily able to pick up on what he was feeling.

“Yup, just checking to make sure I have everything,” You said, turning around to fully face your father. You gave him a soft smile before leaning forward and hugging him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your head into his chest.

“I’m gonna miss you, dad,” you whispered. You felt Bruce stiffen before awkwardly hugging you back.

“I’ll miss you too,” you heard Bruce murmur. Someone cleared their throat behind you, causing you to look up, only to meet your oldest brother’s, Dick Grayson’s, gaze. Behind him were your other siblings, Jason, Tim, Cass, Duke, and Damian.

“What? About to leave without even saying bye to your own siblings?” Dick teased. You huffed and rolled your eyes before turning around to hug him.

“Of course not,” You said. You turned your head to your other siblings, motioning for them to join in on the hug. Cass and Duke immediately joined in on the hug while Tim and Jason hesitantly followed. You looked at Damian who was awkwardly standing off to the side next to Bruce, his arms crossed.

“That means you too, Dami,” You teased. Damian stiffened before whispering a small ‘tt’ under his breath and joining in on the hug.

You were snapped out of thoughts when you felt the bus stop. This was your stop. With nothing more than a small grunt you wordlessly got out of your seat, quietly thanked the bus driver, exited the bus, and then started to make your way to what would be your new home in an apartment complex.

As you made your way to the apartment complex, the thought of getting in touch with your family and telling them that you had moved back into Gotham did not once cross your mind.

You groaned and rubbed your eyes as you sat up from your uncomfortable sleeping position on the couch one of your friends had offered to you as you were preparing to move. You looked around and noted you still had a lot of boxes you needed to empty. 

By the time you arrived at your apartment building, the only thing you could do was take all of your boxes from the moving truck and promptly go to sleep on the couch. 

As you sat on the couch, assessing where to start unpacking, your stomach rumbled. You could’ve ignored it, but you also knew it wouldn’t do you much good to unpack on an empty stomach. So with a sigh and a grunt, you got off the couch, stretched, grabbed your coat off the side of the couch, grabbed your keys, and then left your room, locking the door behind you.

You remembered spotting a small cafe on the bus ride to your apartment complex, so with no other options, you decided to go there. It didn’t seem too far, after all.

When you first entered the cafe, the smell of coffee and sweets hit you like a freight train. When it was your turn to order you didn’t order much, just a coffee and a bagel. As you sat down with your order and started to sip on your coffee, it hit you that back when you were growing up, you had never been in this section of Gotham. In fact, you never really even left the Manor. It’s not like you ever felt you needed to, you didn’t have many friends and most of what you needed was provided to you.

When you left the Manor and started living on your own, it was a struggle at first, but you actually started talking to people. Making friends and subsequently going out with those friends. It was hard times and you missed your family, but those years of living on your own outside of Gotham was something you’d never trade for anything.

“…(Y/n)? Is that you?” A very familiar voice snapped you out of your contemplation. You rose your head up to see the voice calling to you belonged to one of your very own brothers; Tim Drake. Despite the fact that it had been a few years since you were actually able to look at him in person, he didn’t actually look that different from the last time you saw him. His hair was a little longer, sure, but he was still your older brother. Still Tim Drake.

“Tim,” was all you were able to get out as you nearly bolted out of your seat. After an awkward second of silence you added, a bit more composed this time, “it’s been such a long time since I last saw you.”

Tim chuckled and gave you a quick hug before sitting down, with you following after him and sitting back down in your seat.

“Yeah, you bet,” He said. Suddenly his smile slightly faltered.

“I didn’t know you were coming back to Gotham. Did you tell any of the others about this?” Tim asked.

As you absentmindedly took a bite of your bagel you were about to say yes when it hit you that you had, in fact, not told any of your family that you’d be moving back into Gotham. Quickly swallowing your bite of the bagel, you groaned an “oh no” before pinching the bridge of your nose, your eyes shut tight. You heard Tim sigh.

“God, I’m so sorry, it completely slipped my mind to tell you guys,” You apologized before lifting up your head and placing your hand over Tim’s, “the minute I get back home I’ll text the group chat, I promise.”

Tim flashed you a weird look, but didn’t say anything, just nodded his head. You found that you were now lacking your appetite, so you wrapped what was left of your bagel in a few napkins and got up, with Tim watching but not saying a thing, an unreadable expression on his face.

“I gotta get back home, need to unpack my things and deal with some other stuff. But, we can hang out later, right?” You hopefully asked. Tim’s unreadable expression melted away and he gave you a lopsided smile.

“Got it, take care of yourself,” Tim said. You nodded your head and promptly left the cafe.

Your first few days of living in Gotham were…a bit rough. Simultaneously unpacking all your things and looking for job opportunities while living off of tap water and ramen noodle packets wasn’t exactly fun, but it wasn’t much worse than when you first moved out.

As things started to calm down and you were able to land yourself a job interview at a place nearby, you decided to head to the grocery store for things other than microwaved ramen noodles.

Pushing your cart through the aisles and aisles of foods and other items, you took a second to look down at the small shopping list you had quickly written out for yourself, making sure that you got everything, when you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around only to come face to face with your oldest brother, Dick Grayson. You fully turned around, noting that he also didn’t change that much from the last time you saw him.

“Oh, hey Dick, didn’t expect to see you around here. I thought you still lived in Blüdhaven,” you said. Dick simply chuckled before ruffling your hair, just like he used to do when you were still a kid.

“Nah, I do still live in Blüdhaven. I was just coming in to visit Bruce and the others. I actually didn’t expect to run into you, today,” Dick explained.

How would you run into me in this grocery store if you were just coming into Gotham to visit Bruce and the others…? was a question you wanted to ask, but you didn’t feel it was appropriate to ask, so you held your tongue.

“Oh, well. That’s nice,” You said, “sorry, Dick, but I really gotta hurry and pay for these. Maybe I can visit the Manor and we can—”

“How are you supposed to pay for those without your wallet?” Dick asked, innocently tilting his head. You furrowed your eyebrows at him before burying your hands into your coat pockets.

“What? No, I definitely have…” You trailed off as you realized your wallet was not in one of your pockets. You slumped your shoulders and groaned. Great. You went through all the effort to get the groceries and now you couldn’t even actually pay for them.

You heard Dick suppress a snicker before walking to stand next to you and put his hand on your shoulder.

“How about I pay for them?” Dick offered. You immediately straightened up and feverishly shook your head.

“Oh no, you don’t have to,” you tried to refuse. Dick’s smile fell and you could’ve sworn you felt his grip on your shoulder tightened a smidge.

“But I want to. You clearly can’t pay for them yourself on account of…y’know; no wallet,” Dick pressured. You pursed your lips and looked everywhere but Dick’s face before caving in and sighing.

“Ok, sure,” You mumbled. Dick’s cheery smile returned and he ruffled your hair once more before walking you to the cash register.

As you took your bagged groceries and went your separate ways, something dawned on you.

How did Dick even know you forgot your wallet if he just happened to run into you in the grocery store?

Yeah as you can see from the top of this, this is a multi chapter long fic lol. I did originally intent this to be a one-shot but with the way I was writing it it just felt kind of awkward for it to be one entire fic, so I’m splitting into chapters.

don’t expect like several more chapters after this lol, I’m probably only going to write one or two chapters after this, preferably only one

I may also upload this fic to ao3 but don’t immediately expect it to be on there

also yeah, sorry if there isn’t much actual yandere behavior, but I wanted this first chapter to be like, the build up, and I still did want to add faint little implications of the batfam’s yandere behavior but that might not have actually gone through in text so lol

[no1blacksapphirefan]

Henlooo! I’m a new anon and this is a first time request of mine. I read your Self-Aware AU of the cookies being worried that the player was gone for a day or two— but what if its far longer than that? Like, due to storage or their device got broken/lost, if you want to touch something much darker than that then its up-to you! (I’m an angsty person today, I’m sorry TvT)

I asked cause: I’m soo up to date with information from CR:K but I genuinely can’t play it because of my storage. Last time I played was about 3-5 years ago— SO LONG I KNOW so the idea that they’re self-aware made me sad that I can’t play until I get a better device for the game 💔

And, if you do write this request, I will say thank you so much! I loovveee your Black Sapphire, Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk portrayals— I sometimes even read White Lily’s but I think of those once as a sibling thing, hehe. Anywho! I hope you’re doing amazing and I hope this isn’t a big ask TT

-🐆🍊(May I take these emojis?)

Course you can take those emojis :33

I'm glad you all like my work ^^ For me as I keep leaving and coming back to CRK (mainly cuz of storage as well) it is a bit entertaining. It's even funnier cuz the reason I joined again most recently was Black Sapphire and I was gonna delete the game again once I got him. But ended up staying, kinda funny to think about how the cookies would think if I did go through and delete after getting him.

Pure Vanilla Oh? Oh! Oh my witches you're back?? It's been- actually he doesn't want to think about it. He missed you so much, you've been gone for years. He knows you don't realise but seeing you again makes him so much happy. Perhaps you've changed your looks? Or you stayed the same about, doesn't matter to him. He thinks you look just as pretty as when he first met you...well when he first learnt he was in a game and saw who has been controlling everything.

Dark Cacao He acts as if he doesn't care, he does. And it's not that he isn't relieved to see that you're okay, he just...doesn't know how to express it. He wants to show you he's so happy to see you again. He just can't right now, but the other cookies can tell he's less tense than he was when you left all those time ago. You seem fine, and that's what matters (unless you joined back when sick/injured, then he's gonna worry a lot)

HollyBerry She's planned for this day!! Yet, when she finally sees you again after all this time, the plans she had in her head to make sure your welcome back was warm and filled with delight (yet still keeping it a secret she knows, she doesn't want to freak you out and delete the game again, she just got you back!) just go missing in her brain. Forgotten almost, it truly has been a long time, and despite all the planning. Just seeing you here and okay is enough to make her forget. (She'll remember when you log off for the day and quickly make her preparations before you log in again.

Clotted Cream He didn't notice at first, I mean. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something important happened but he brushed it off. That is until Financier cookie came in and informed him. Pausing for a bit he quickly put down his things to go see you, go back to the kingdom you've created and sure enough you were there. Humming to yourself as you figured out what new things have been added since you left. As if you haven't left. He is a tiny bit salty you seem care-free, but he knows you likely had your reasons, plus you wouldn't have known how much your disappearance affected him. Besides, he doesn't know the reason why you had to leave, so he doesn't hold it against you.

Lilac Cookie He stays calm upon your arrival, even when you log off. He keeps his feelings of joy and relief inside. Truly he's happy to see you again, it doesn't matter if you likely won't use him again because, as far as he recalls, he isn't exactly the best for most things in the game currently. He doesn't mind, you could dislike him for all he cares, but he still cares about you. And seeing you (hopefully) healthy and happy makes him more calmer then he was before, he won't admit it but your disappearance made him just a tiny bit uneasy, especially if he never heard you state your reasoning. He's willing to wait, even if you leave again and come back for double the time you left previously. He'll be waiting, patiently.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Batfam playing dnd cus why not

Tim, the dm because fuck Bruce being it: I swear to God Damian, for the fifth time, no you can not be a half Demon half Angle assassin that is 20th level, we are starting at level two and just pick from the common races!

Damian, crossing his arms: than I shall play a 'teefling' and I demand to the Rouge, Drake.

Tim: Well tough shit brat, Steph already chose that, be a paladin so Bruce can't take it.

Damian: Tt I shall kill brown and take my rightful class...but for now I shall play a paladin.

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Tim: Cass, honey, darling. Sweet summer child...what?

Cass, grinning ear to ear :roll to seduce dragon?

Tim:

Cass:

Tim:

Cass, playing a bard: ;3

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Dick: okay so I hope up on the table, over this guy and then try and hit the big bandit dude?

Tim, questioning God as why he was born: Dick. Your playing a Barbarian. You have a dex bonus of 2.

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Jason: Alphandrill the wise will draw her oaken wand, it was taken from the same tree her grand father planted many centuries ago that was stuck by lighting, wielding it with determination, she points it at the bandit leader and shoots out a blast of molten flames! They glimmer with a sparkle of electricity as it strikes out against him!

Jason: does a 12 hit?

Tim, so done with this: no

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Bruce: okay so I just roll right? With the...short sword?

Tim: ur actually Batman how is dnd stumping you.

Bruce: I played second edition growing up with Harvey and Ollie, I hardly ever got past the first fight

(Que Bruce having Vietnam flashbacks to his carefully crafted characters dying in the grind stone that was Dnd 2e)

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Tim: Thanks for joining Alfred, I know that you probably don't even know how to play but it's making Bruce really happy to have everyone together

Alfred, who was an actor for so many years: worry not master Tim, I think this old dog can show you pups a few tricks~

(Alfred pulls out a pre-made mini, it's made out of bat grade materials, he knows the rules front to back)

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Duke: this...is a lot? Tim I have Dm'ed a bit if you want me to...why are you looking at me like that.

Tim, frothing at the mouth: you...you wanna take over? Does this mean...I can play?

Duke, seriously reconditioning becoming apart of the wanye family: y-yes?

Forever Dm Tim: sweet baby Batman your going to get fucked Duke, but thank you so much for this...

[bad-holmes-impression]

TELL ME EVERY TTS/VAT7K HEADCANON YOU HAVE

PLEASE NO I HAVE A FAMILY

why did i subject myself to this. i’m still gonna do it, though. (these aren’t fully dedicated to any one character, so y’all can still ask about them! just thinking of the overall shows)

-varian got down on one knee to propose to hugo. hugo laughed and said “ha, you’re even shorter now.” there was a moment of absolute silence before hugo realized what was going on. varian started to stand up. hugo frantically begged him to wait and start over.

-cassandra and eugene occasionally called off their rivalry for cass to teach eugene to play chess. cass had realized he didn’t know how (orphan, poor, thief) and said that a future king obviously had to learn. cue surprisingly cute, very gruff training.

-varian is terrified of maximus. maximus can smell the criminal on him. varian has had to hide in a tree from that horse several times.

-there was a point in hugo’s life, after vat7k, where it finally dawned on him that he was safe and happy. varian held him as he cried with too many emotions he couldn’t describe.

-hugo absolutely despises frederic and arianna. he performs elaborate, heist-like pranks on them for varian’s sake. they don’t know it’s him. they’re losing their minds.

-for a long time after his redemption, varian didn’t see anything wrong in his relationship with andrew. he just thought “well, he’s standing in for my dad.” and then he did consciously realize “he’s evil”, but he didn’t actually unpack everything that went on. i don’t think andrew did anything to him, but i think he was extremely creepy, and there’s still something so horrible about a man in a confined space with a boy who was 13 only a year ago.

-upon the separatists of saporia breaking out, andrew made sure to keep varian busy in the castle so he didn’t realize that the citizens of corona were enslaved.

-varian’s truth cookies made pete and stan confess their love.

-nuru is afraid of ruddiger at first (not a lot of wildlife in a meteor-ravaged kingdom). she finally gets over that fear just in time for varian to have to turn ruddiger into beast-ruddiger for some reason. nuru is even more emotionally scarred.

-“plus est en vous” goes differently in my mind. in my ideal reality. in my headcanon. i don’t know exactly what happened, but i do know varian, lance, and eugene play MUCH bigger roles.

-hugo is an emotional drunk. varian is a stupid drunk (while inebriated, he once invented a ship, which had already been invented at the time. ((by “ship”, i mean boat.))) rapunzel is also an emotional drunk. cass is the death-wish kind of drunk that would deliberately try to get run over by a carriage. eugene can keep an objective in mind when he drinks, like getting information out of somebody, but he will also get distracted by a really pretty swirl of wood on the table. lance is a philosophical drunk.

-the whole team, from both shows, hums their big songs to themselves when they’re bored. those things may spring out of their innermost psyches and display themselves in fits of passion, but damn if they aren’t catchy.

-angry once won an arm-wrestling match against lance. no one knows how it happened. lance swears she hypnotized him.

-eugene lets rapunzel paint on him, and she comes to him for fashion advice.

THAT’S ALL I CAN THINK OF RIGHT NOW AND THEY AREN’T EVEN CHARACTER-SPECIFIC SO OH BOY I GUESS I HAVE MORE

[fanfics4all]

Golden Soul

Request: Yes / No Hi can I request a imagine with Toni Topaz where reader is her younger brother (but near her age and goes to school with her and all) but is really like innocent, naive and sweet and like Toni is protective but sweet with her brother and just how their dynamic would be? Thank you ❤️ Anon

Don’t be shy, request things! <3 Have a nice day/night

Toni Topaz x Male!Brother!Reader 

Word count: 972

Warnings: A black eye, should be it

Y/N: Your Name 

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*Toni’s POV*

Riverdale was never a safe place, but as long as I was alive, I was going to make sure my little brother made it through unscathed. Y/N Topaz was only two years younger than me, so we went to Riverdale High together. But while I was toughed by the Southside, growing up around the Serpents and learning how to fight my own battles, Y/N was different. He was soft, sweet, and too pure for this town. He still believed in the good in people. That’s why I never let him out of my sight. 

“Hey, Toni!” Y/N called as he caught up to me in the hallway, a bright smile on his face. 

“Guss what? I helped Ms. Haggly carry her books to class today, and she gave me an extra credit point!” 

I smirked, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “Look at you, being a little teacher’s pet.” 

He pouted. “It’s called being nice.” 

“In this town? That’s called putting a target on your back.” 

Y/N rolled his eyes. “You worry too much.” 

I sighed, knowing he wouldn’t listen. He never saw the bad coming, not until it hit him square in the face. Which is exactly what happened that afternoon. 

I was standing by the lockers, chatting with Sweet Pea, when I heard a commotion in the courtyard. My stomach dropped when I heard Y/N’s voice, panicked and confused. Pushing through the crowd, I found him cornered by Reggie Mantle and his goons. 

“Come on, Topaz.” Regie sneered, gripping Y/N’s backpack. 

“You’re too soft to be Toni’s brother. What are you, the Serpents’ charity case?” 

Y/N shook his head, clearly flustered. “I’m not a Serpent.” 

“Yeah, no kidding.” Reggie laughed. “You don’t have the guts.” 

Before Y/N could respond, I shoved through the crowd, standing protectively in front of him. 

“Touch my brother again, and I’ll make sure you regret it, Mantel.” 

Reggie put his hands up, smirking. “Relax, Topaz, we were just playing around.” 

I narrowed my eyes. “Funny, I wasn’t laughing.” 

Reggie backed off, but not before shoving Y/N’s backpack at him. 

“Guess being a Serpent makes you blind to jokes. Later, Topaz.” 

As soon as he was gone, I turned to Y/N. “Are you okay?” 

Y/N sighed, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, I just… I don’t get why people have to be like that.” 

I softened. “Because they’re insecure idiots who think bullying makes them look strong.” I placed a hand on his shoulder. “But you? You don’t have to be like them. You’re better than that.” 

Y/N gave me a smile. “Thanks, TT.” 

“Always, little T.” I threw an arm around him, leading him away from the courtyard. 

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I had a bad feeling the second I heard the front door creak open. It was late- too late for Y/N to be coming home from anywhere other than school or the arcade, and both closed hours ago. I pushed off the couch, eyes narrowing as I saw his silhouette in the dimly lit living room. 

“Where the hell have you-” I stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening when he turned toward me. 

A black eye. 

My blood boiled instantly. “What the hell happened to your face?” 

Y/N flinched at my sharp tone and quickly shook his head, trying to brush past me. 

“It’s nothing, TT. Just some stupid accident.” 

I grabbed his arm before he could escape. “Bullshit.” 

“Toni-” 

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. Who did this to you?” My voice was demanding, but underneath it was pure concern. 

He sighed, hesitating for a moment before finally caving. “It wasn’t a fight, okay? Sweet Pea and Fangs were… teaching me how to fight.” 

I blinked. “What?” 

“They were helping me learn to defend myself. You know, be more like a Serpent.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. 

I crossed my arms. “And why would you need to do that?” 

Y/N sighed, avoiding my gaze. “Because… maybe I need to toughen up. Maybe being nice isn’t cutting it in this town. People are mean, Toni. And maybe if I was more like you- more like Sweet Pea and Fangs- Maybe they’d leave me alone.” 

My heart clenched. This was exactly what I never wanted for him. I placed both hands on his shoulders, making him look at me. 

“Listen to me, Y/N. You don’t have to change who you are just because this shitty town is full of assholes. You hear me?” 

“But-” 

“No, shut up and listen.” My voice softened. “You’re better than this place. You’re better than all of this Serpent and Ghoulie crap. You actually have a future, Y/N. You’re smart, you do well in school, and you have a real shot at getting out of here.” 

Y/N looked down, but I gently nudged his chin up so he had to meet my eyes. 

“That’s what’s gonna get you out of Riverdale. Not throwing punches, not proving yourself to anyone but yourself. You’re gonna go to college. You’re gonna make something of yourself. And you’re gonna do it by being you.” 

Y/N swallowed hard. “But what if I don’t want to leave you?” 

I smiled softly, squeezing his arms. “Then you’ll visit me, dumbass. But I swear Y/N, you’re not gonna end up stuck in this town like the rest of us. You deserve better.” 

He was quiet for a moment before finally sighing. “Okay… I won’t do the trials.” 

I let out a breath of relief before playfully nudging him. “Good. Now go put some ice on that eye before I let Sweet Pea and Fangs know they’re next.” Y/N chuckled, and for the first time that night, I saw a hint of my innocent little brother again. 

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[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Halloween Special🎃

Bruce was throwing his annual Halloween Costume Party, and let every year all the kids always dress up. Most of kids weren’t in the Manor as they would arrive later to join in the spooky festivities.

Alfred was overseeing the staff with last minute decorations. Fake blood, cobwebs, fake skulls, fog machine. Anything you could find at your local Spirt Halloween Alfred had gotten to first. The DJ was finishing his last few technical checks and the catering company was always done with the last few creative dishes.

Meanwhile, upstairs Damian was fidgeting in his sit,”Are we almost Sister?”

“Hold still or you makeup will get messed up.” Y/n was the only person home that could help Damian finish with his costume. After a few moments she pulled back and smiled,”All done.”

Damian flung out of his seat and into his sister’s bathroom to look at his makeup.

“Wow, you managed to make me look the skeleton from that film Grayson made me watch.”

“Jack, you look like Jack Dames.” She took a comb and finished smoothing out his hair. “What’s your costume?” He inquired taking the combing to fix his own hair.

She went into her closet and came out dressed as cowgirl Barbie from the movie with hat and boots.

“Now go put on your costume Dames Dick said he’s five minutes away with the girls.” She fixed her wig and adjusted her scarf. Damian walked to his room around the corner and changed into the costume his brother had gotten for him a few days ago.

When he emerged from his room, Dick and Y/n were laughing at a his phone and noticed Damian.

“Aww Little D, you look so frightening.”

“Tt. And what are you supposed to be Grayson.”

“Aladdin,Kori’s running late but she’s going to be Jasmine.” The three went downstairs which was now in full effect and Alfred greeted the siblings dressed as Count Dracula.

“Nice fang Alife.” Alfred smiled at the three and offered them red punch in black and purple plastic cups. “Why Thank you Master Richard, I must stay though they do take a lot to get used to.”

Barbara arrived with Cassandra, Stephanie and Duke all dressed for the party.

“Aww Dami you look so adorable.” Steph fussed taking pictures of the youngest. He huffed and walked away into the main ballroom where the music was blasting but only a few people from Wayne Enterprise and Queen Construction had arrived.

———

Y/n snapped a few pictures with Duke and Barbara aka Spider-man and Kim Possible.

Jason arrived with Tim and Bernard not far behind him. “May wanna close that vest up Dickhead your getting cold.” He teased Dick who rolled his eyes.

“IT’s October Jason.”

“My nipples aren’t sharing at everyone entering the house.”

“Jason knock it off.” Y/n huffed, Dick self consciously pulled his vested.

The group had moved to the ballroom mintues ago and more people from Wayne Enterprises and some League members had arrived. Jason stretched standing from the table,” Okay this Skywalker needs food.”

Stephanie and Cass followed dress as the Pink and Yellow Power Rangers.

Selina entered the room dressed as Marylin Monroe and waved,”Why do glum kittens,your parents go trick or treat without you?”

Fred or Tim shook his head,” They’re not here yet, it’s just boring right now.”

Bernard played with the green scarf on his Daphne shirt.

She sighed and saw a several costumed adults and looked back the way she came. “Well looks like the Calvary just arrived. Have fun.” She slipped away into the now bigger crowd.

Members or Young Justice, Titans and Birds of Prey arrived in costumes and soon the kids mingled with their friends and went away from the table only living Y/n and Damian.

“You should ask Uncle Clark why he didn’t come.” She spoke up over the Monster Mash song.

“Tt, if he cared he would have came sister.” He spat.

She stood up from the table and turned to him, “He’s your best friend and he’s been through a lot. Maybe Halloween is just a lot for him, if you tell him how much it would mean to you to show up I’m sure he’d fly here in a heartbeat.”

Damian didn’t answer his sister but did glance across the room to Clark and Lois dressed as Frankinstein and the Bride who chatted with Diana,John and Wally dressed as a Fairy, Boxer and a Race Car Driver.

Damian grab his cup and pondered as he made his way to the refreshment table. He grabbed a few pieces of cheese and felt like his wished the night was over.

The music stopped as DJ announced the arrival of the hosts Bruce and Batmom entered the room dressed as Gomez and Mortica Adams. Once they thanked everyone for coming the party once again went into full swing and Damian slipped away into the gardens.

“Damian?” A voice called to him after what felt like a short while. Bruce sat next to him.

“Are you not having fun?”

He sighed,”Yes father the party is very good.”

Bruce was silent for a few moments and then let out his own deep sigh.”Your sister told me you miss Jon. You should call him, Clark told me the only reason he didn’t come was because he figured you wouldn’t want to participate.”

Damian turned to his father,”Really?”

Bruce smiled at his son and gave his shoulder a squeeze. “He’s your best friend, just call him.” After that Bruce returned inside and Damian remained seated.

He signed before looking at the ground.”Kent,I know listening…I think—I want you come to the party. It’s rather…dull.” He spoke barley in a whisper.

For a while it was just the distance sounds of Gotham noises and the booming sounds from the music inside and then a sudden gust of wind blew a few strands of hair.

“Hi Damian.” Damian’s gaze fell ontop the floating teen before him in full costume.

A grin painted his figured,”And what are you supposed to be Kent?”

“Uh Duh, I’m Danny Phantom.”

Damian laughed and Jon rolled his eyes.

“Come on I’m starving I heard Alfred has jalapeño poppers.” Damian joined Jon as they headed inside.

Y/n elbowed her brother and Jason spilled his punched on himself. He followed his sister’s gaze and they watch from a far.

Dick beamed as he got closer to them,”Aww Little D’s not lonely anymore.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “I don’t know how he can be, you Mother Hen him to death every two seconds.”

Dick shoved Jason and the rushed of his punched spilled on his costume. Dick nervously sprinted away with Jason bolting after him.

“Imbeciles.” Y/n sighed eating a eyeball cheese.

[euroquision]

No, Iceland is not up to "dirty political tricks" and neither is Bashar Murad

Hey lovely people, spirits, souls, and ghouls of Tumblr! To those of you who don't follow me on TikTok, there's a video I made just yesterday concerning Iceland (the lil Eurovision Country that Could!), Israel, a certain Irish TikTok-er with impressively horrible media literacy, and our dearest friend Bashar Murad. If you're not on TikTok, that's wonderful and dear god you don't need to subject yourself to that app. Instead, I wanted to make a post that explains what's going on, what's being said, and why one (1) Palestinian is not responsible for the aforementioned "dirty" political tricks.

If you're following Eurovision or just Bashar Murad himself, consider giving this a read.

So let's begin! First: who's calling Bashar Murad/Iceland "dirty"? Where am I getting that word from and why is it in quotes? That's because: it IS a quote! Buck wild, I know. This is a quote from the TikTok account AllThingsAdam.ie, run by the Irish Eurovision...fan? Podcast-haver? Idk, I'm not saying "journalist" because if I wanted to have a laugh, I would just watch the Unicorn edit I made a couple months ago. Did I share that here yet? Just in case, here it is:

Never fails to make me smile. Great edit, Me! Anyway, back on topic: Adam McCallig is a person with a TikTok account that has half a million followers, he has a podcast where he's interviewed Eurovision and NF artists, so he's definitely a "known figure" to a certain point. I can't sit here and say he's some random troll, y'know? So, in a TikTok that has since been deleted from his page, he accuses Iceland of being up to "dirty political Eurovision 2024 tricks." I created a TikTok where I briefly show this video, and here's a link to that! You can watch that for my condensed version of everything I'm talking about here, but this Tumblr post is for those who like reading what I have to say in longer form. Here's that video:

Since Adam's video is now "gone," I will do my best and summarize what he stated with whatever journalistic integrity I have. First: you hear him open the video with the word "dirty." So no one can say I'm putting words in his mouth -- no no, these are lifted from the source material, honey. Next, he goes on to claim that Bashar "has no connection to Iceland whatsoever." As much as Adam wants this to be true, it just...isn't?? Like, let's ignore Bashar's longtime collaborations with HATARI. Instead, let's look at him literally performing on the Songvakeppnin stage in the 2020 NF season:

Additionally, the claim "Bashar has no connection to Iceland" rings very hollow not only when we know this claim is false, but it's not one Adam brings up about the many artists trying to represent a country other than their own in the 2024 NF season. Adam says he "knows that countries can let artists from whatever country represent them," but he hasn't made any videos about Marcus & Martinus (Norwegian) competing in Sweden's National Final. Tali (Israeli-born) is representing Luxembourg this year, and MEGARA (Spanish) are representing San Marino. "Foreign" artists representing any country in ESC is FAR from new, and if it were a punishable offense, Celine Dion would just have to settle for being Canadian.

However, as soon as Bashar Murad takes the stage and the colors of the Palestinian flag are visible, Adam is ready to take to TikTok and say "dirty political tricks" are at play -- before deleting it later, like I mentioned. In fact, not only did he delete it! Mere hours before writing this post, I used my second TT account to peep his page and he posted a video saying "One of these four songs should represent Iceland in Eurovision!" and showed snippets of four songs competing in the Icelandic NF Grand Finale, which takes place on Saturday the 2nd of March. However: there aren't four songs competing to win for Iceland. There's five. Which four did he show? The fours songs that AREN'T Bashar Murad. And yet, he's the one being dirty in all this? Adam, sweetie, the dirty call is coming from inside the dirty house.

Now, you might wonder if Adam has kept this kind of energy when talking about Israel's Eurovision participation, which at time of writing is still very much up in the air. But thing is: he doesn't. At least, not really. Adam has posted a video condemning the alleged song that Israel is trying to submit to Eurovision titled "October Rain." I won't go too deep into that -- please follow @/IsraelBreaksRules on Twitter for more details on this!! But basically, what Adam is attempting to do is play some sort of "political centrist" take on Eurovision, while simultaneously trying to say "Keep politics OUT of Eurovision!!" And at the end of his deleted video, Adam claimed that while "what happened in Gaza is terrible," Iceland is just as guilty for playing political tricks as Israel might be, and Bashar Murad's participation is just as bad.

Two things wrong with that statement, Adam. One: It's not what "happened" in Gaza. It's not past tense. It's on-going. It hasn't stopped. That's actually -- believe it or not -- WHY WE'RE STILL HERE. And two: JUST AS BAD?? REALLY??

If you watched my TikTok response that I shared the link to, you'll have seen the evidence I shared. But I wanna share them again just so you all can clearly see how the "political tricks" at play this year are not on the part of Iceland, nor would they be "just as bad." Where do we begin? Maybe we could begin with the fact that "Wild West," Bashar's song, has been spammed with negative reviews by anti-Palestinian ESC fans. This is mathematically observable when you notice "Wild West" has roughly THREE TIMES as many reviews as the other Icelandic NF songs on EurovisionWorld.com. You can check them out here and see the numbers yourself.

But it doesn't stop at bad reviews. Israeli ESC fans have begun a campaign to mass vote against Bashar, specifically for Hera Bjork, one of the four other competitors in Iceland's final on Saturday. This is really funny to me though because if Bashar doesn't win, it should totally be Sigga Ozk, right? GO TIFFANY!!! Anyway, I digress. A link to an article covering this voting campaign can be found here!

Not only is Bashar facing backlash, hate, and organized efforts AGAINST his participation, Israel is funneling money and resources into Facebook ads that look like this, claiming to shape the narrative:

...as well as filming "comedy" "sketches" like this "song" called...

*deep existential sigh* "Jews Pua" Link to that video here, if you can stand three minutes of awful propaganda containing just the right combination of shitty, easy rhymes and enough pinkwashing to put "Cops at Pride!" to shame. All of this should make it VERY clear to anyone observing this situation as a whole that the political tricks at play are NOT being done equally from everyone involved. Dare I boldly say: this shit is INCREDIBLY ONE-SIDED and we need to remind ourselves of the awful reality that is Israel's access to the money, ability, and audience of their "dirty political tricks" more so than Bashar Murad or Iceland ever could.

Lastly, let's just acknowledge the racism-shaped elephant in the room. Now, I as a white American am not here to play "Racism Police." That will never be the case. What I am about to say applies to the greater conversation, and it's not just an "Adam" problem. It's a problem we see happen when one (1) Palestinian decides to exist and write a song, and the way the world has been built around us conditions us to see that and scream "dirty political trickery afoot!!" Truly, ask yourself is this is "equal" in any way shape or form, as Adam posited. Adam and people like him will treat Iceland and Israel as equal, but that doesn't automatically make them "equal."

We are living in a world where Israel is currently being sued for genocide. That is not an exaggeration, it's just something we can all see and talk about. Israel is a country that has the money, platform, and bias of the most powerful countries of the world to not be held to the same standards of responsibility for the horrible things they're doing, nor is my own country being properly held accountable for PAYING for these things they're doing. Race is something used as a tool to identify oppressed peoples not just because it's discriminatory, but it tells people who aren't part of that group that people like Bashar Murad are simply political just by existing. Nowhere does Adam mention that Bashar and his song "Wild West" are about his journey as an artist having to leave his home and travel thousands of miles to the global "west" to even have a chance of representing Iceland (not Palestine, not Gaza, just Iceland) in Eurovision while the country responsible for the death of his people are facing MUCH less scrutiny from the Eurovision powers that be, let alone Irish TikTok accounts with re: shitty media literacy skills.

My final message to you is this: if you're someone paying attention to Eurovision and you maybe feel confused or overwhelmed by Israel, Iceland, Bashar, etc. etc. etc., here's what I want to tell you:

This is not an equal game. Iceland/Bashar are nowhere near on the same level as Israel and the money/access they have to GLOBAL levels of propaganda. Israel, in fact, verbally confirms how they want to use Eurovision to "shape the narrative" which is far dirtier, far more political than just the song "Wild West." Moreover, thinking that treating Eurovision as apolitical or that EVERYONE deserves the SAME level of EQUAL scrutiny only helps Israel at the end of the day. The things they've done, are doing, and hope to do are representative of tens of thousands of people they've killed in the last few months alone. Would you genuinely look at Bashar Murad trying to represent Iceland and say "Yep, these two things are the same"? My hope is that you wouldn't, but people like Adam clearly do.

Don't be like Adam. Don't play this weak-ass centrism card that ultimately helps no one and just makes it easier for people to shift blame, suspicion, or anger towards Bashar Murad. This is not the fight being had right now, and don't let it waste your time. Focus on what and who matters, which is obviously: the country doing genocide and wants us all to be chill with that.

PS. As a personal recommendation, "Wild West" and "Into the Atmosphere" are my two favs to win for Iceland, so def go gives those a stream. And while you're at it, let Bashar himself take you on a visual journey that might help you understand his message a bit better.

Much love you all. Thank you for being here. EuroQuision out.

[halliescomut]

Rewatching My Personal Weatherman

So...I'm depressed and still in a watching rut, so I decided to start rewatching My Personal Weatherman because someone commented on a TT I made about it over a year ago and anyway... I watched the first 2 episodes today, and it was probably the first time in a year that I've watched the show.

It's always interesting to go back and watch something after a long time. You generally can't remember every aspect of the show you watched, and your perspective will always change as you grow. So much of what I kind of connected with in my first (and second and third) watches, was being frustrated with Yoh for not speaking. We follow so much of the show from his perspective, we're privy to his thoughts, we know how he feels about Mizuki, but he won't fucking say it. And even when he says something, he doesn't say EVERYTHING, he kind of defaults it to their physical relationship. He dumps those sheets on Mizuki, basically saying I would like to have sex with you more, but holds back all of the emotional. And as the viewer I'm practically screaming "You dumb idiot, can't you tell Mizuki is head over heels for you and has been this whole fucking time?'

And that's still true. But, at the time a lot of my feelings about the show were kind of based around theoretically what I would do. I identified with Yoh more easily because I fall into the same position as him within the D/s dynamic. So in a 'if it were me situation' I would always be Yoh, not Mizuki. And there were moments of the show that truly shocked me. One being the moment in episode 5 where Yoh throws the pillow at Mizuki, which is the moment that I was reminded of making me do this rewatch. But watching the first two episodes...I'm not necessarily seeing it more from Mizuki's perspective, but I'm kind of giving more attention to him and his behavior. And I'm still as frustrated, because they are both idiots in love, but part of me feels like Mizuki is almost more to blame. Well, not necessarily to blame, but perhaps a smidge more responsible.

There's a thesis worth of threads and thoughts that lead here, but to try and condense it: by virtue of their predispositions (ie inherent dominance or submission) and the societal norm through which they were socialized, it is Mizuki's responsibility to lead. Because he's older, he sets the tone for everything, especially in their early relationship. As things progress and they fully fall into this organic dynamic, things flip into what is natural for the dynamic, meaning that Yoh as the submissive is the one truly in control. It's why Mizuki makes that dumbass rule of only fucking before a sunny day, because YOH has concerns. When you watch the two dinners in episode one, the first, because of the asinine rule, Mizuki and Yoh both know it's not going to become something, Mizuki makes no overtures. In the second, everything about Mizuki's demeanor is anticipatory. Today is a day where it's okay, he doesn't have to rein himself in. In episode two, when he comes home to find Yoh drunk, he pushes his boundaries, tests them, but at the end of it all respects what ever boundary is set, regardless of how frustrated he is.

Because Mizuki doesn't make his expectations clearly known or understood, he basically speaks in half-sentences, and so no matter how attentive and attuned Yoh is to his desires and quirks, he simply doesn't have all the information to "suss out' what Mizuki really thinks or feels. And so in the end both are dissatisfied, but neither want to 1. be the first to say it, but 2. risk voicing that dissatisfaction and have it result in the relationship ending. They're both determined to be happy with whatever they can get, when we know that both are willing to give everything.

IDK, does this ramble even make sense? Maybe not. But whatever.

[amethystfairy1]

*cracks knuckles*

these brids can fit so much trauma into them its insane. Anyway time for the Skyblings rant that i promised after the first chapter.

Let's start with Pearl. She is what I can assume to be the oldest out of the two twins, while also being the stronger one due to her just missing out on being retained. Her wings are a standard dark colour, useful for stealth missions and favoured among the colony. She has been travelling with Gem for over a year now, and in that time she opened up about preening in roughly a week if i remember correctly. Pearl appears to be more along the healing process than Grian is, however, made evident by them both denying knowing each other in the moment, there is still work to be done. However she is getting along that path to recovery. She openly admitted to Gem that Grian was her brother, even if it did result in her projectile throwing up. Another way that she still seems to struggle is in regards to her injury. She wants to help. She wants to be fighting and not to be a dead weight. She doesn't want to be injured because she probably views it as being unuseful towards Gem. And if she's unuseful she might be sold. At least thats the case in her head.

Now onto Grian. His wings are bright and colourful, not overly encouraged for fighting, especially with his short stature, and meant that he was used more as a display piece. Of course he was still forced to participate in fights, shown in the first fic of this series. He was brought by Mumbo and Scar a couple months ago, and has been slowly going along that recovery process. He does seem to be more adverse to physical contact compared to Pearl, as shown by how long it took him to allow Mumbo and Scar to preen his wings. This is mostly likely partly due to previous masters being incredibly rough with his wings, not to mention the stuff Duke Freemere did. He is more closed off than his sister appears to be, once again refer to the Duke Freemere incident and the recent relapse. However it does show how much he has grown throughout the months he's been with the swaggon based on how opened he was to talking to Mumbo in the newest chapter.

All in all, love TT, love Skyblings, Love your writing. Can't wait for the next TT fic. I am still in denial about what Scar did, so that in of itself might get a seperate rant. Please take care of yourself and make sure to eat and drink. <3

I LOVED THIS

This is so cool!? The breakdown of them both is so beautifully done and underlining why their trauma is slightly different, and you NAILED it, this is all so amazing! I adore the rants! Like seriously I do! I love them so much! So if you ever feel like ranting again by all means please please please do I would love to see them!!! Thank you for sharing!!!

[possiblylando]

Some of my HTP theories

(Mostly about future plotpoints) 1. Big D looking so young is a plot point and not just a reference to TTS. You probably get what I'm going to say so let's just do some math. We know Markus is at least 30. We'll lowball and say he's 32 since birthday remarks make it sound like it wasn't recent. We know Door is older than Markus. Boy is 11 (as of current) and if we Lowball door's age again (35, 3 year age gap which I doubt is correct) he could've had boy when he was around 24. Then if we assume D had Door in this early 20s, We'll say 20 exactly as another lowball. That would place D at bare minimum 55 years old. My actual estimate is somewhere between 60-70. Yet he has no notable greying hair (ignoring lighting highlights) and is built like a brick shithouse who's able to manhandle brock of all people. As such it makes logical sense to assume there's some fuckery going on with how D ages (or doesn't). I doubt D is a vampire- or was a vampire I saw that theory awhile ago on reddit. What I think is more likely is that he gained immortality through mage fuckery. There's a character in Dorohedoro who's an old man but he got hit by age reduction magic so he's stuck being physically like 14. I think D has something similar going on. 2. Door is going to leave the family. I was thinking of saying "Door will betray the family" but that doesn't really fit. D's biggest flaw is that he's too secretive. There's currently no evidence that he's even told the rest of the family about Kevin being alive. Markus has some inkling of it because of the cop but I doubt he's put anything together. We all of course know Kevin is genuinely on D's side now, but Kevin can't be kept a secret forever. Eventually his existence is going to come out and when it does, I can not foresee a future where Door is happy about it. Door was willing to forgive D's secrets because they were to protect the family. But if he finds out D has been keeping a vampire alive and as an ALLY no less I can see that trust crumble down. Door has of course made his opinions on vampires VERY clear. As such if he finds out about Kevin not from D but from another incident he's going to have to make a choice. -Either stick to his morals and leave the family to hunt vampires on his own (maybe taking boy with him). -Or accept that his entire worldview on vampires is flawed and some of them can be saved. 3. Grimal is the ghoul, But she won't die. This kind of ties into the previous one as well. I went over a good chunk of the evidence surrounding Grimal being the ghoul in another post. I'll quickly summarize it here; -Grimal is known to crawl through the vents -She was in the security room when Occam was attack and the only way to get into the vault is through the door or air vents. -If she has vampire magic it could explain why brock's knives all broke when he tried to use them. -She has attachments to the people at the arcanum so wouldn't want to kill them. Which is why Occam didn't die. There's of course more evidence but this is all just summary. Now my actual theory is that Grimal is going to be found out and either D, Markus, or Kitten will go up to bat for her and this is when D will reveal he has a way to deal with ghouls. We know from Kevin that being a ghoul is similar to the blood pact where you're basically completely fucked and under control of your superior. Which is why I could see them trying to help her. Now think back to Guy Chapman, he hasn't actually served much purpose in the story being a ghoul. His existence is world building. It shows that ghouls can be anyone and anywhere. He also shows that ghouls can switch masters like he switched to Kevin. The idea is that Guy is set up so that when Grimal eventually undergoes the same thing it won't be an asspull/reveal it'll be an extension of pre-established mechanics. Door will of course NOT be happy about this.

[hoonieyun]

we can't be friends...

“we can’t be friends...”

pairing: johnny suh x reader “y/n”

genre: angst/toxic relationship

plot: your relationship with johnny is complicated, if the word relationship is even a word you could call what the two of you have. maybe it’s better if you two weren't in a relationship… or even friends.

warning: profanity and mentions of sex - MDNI 

notes: haven’t written something in a while and ariana grande’s new album has me in my feels TT - parts in italics are lyrics from ariana’s song “we can’t be friends” copyright goes to her and the writers of that song

word count: 2186

these days your carpet floor is a lot more comfortable than your own bed. your bed harbored so many memories and laying in it only intensified those memories running around in your head. you constantly thought about the good times with johnny; whenever he’d show up at your apartment in the middle of the night with your favorite takeout after a boy broke your heart, or when he’d pretend to be your boyfriend whenever some asshole at the club would get touchy. the good times were good, but the bad times were… terrible. 

you don’t know how you got here. everything was so normal a few days ago but suddenly it boiled over into the mess that it is now. imagine a time where you had everything you wanted, but you still weren’t happy. you and johnny have known each other for 6 years, since college, but it never went anywhere; although you hoped it would. 

the two of you tried dating during your senior year of college but it got so stressful that after 3 months you called it quits; deciding that being friends would be a lot better. the two of you occasionally would still sleep with each other, but you strictly kept it with no strings attached. which leaves you wondering; who caught feelings first and when?

me and my truth, we sit in silence

you’ve been on the floor for a few hours now. changing your position from laying on the floor near your bed to sitting up leaned against your nightstand. your neck was starting to ache but it didn’t compare to the splitting migraine you had. you rubbed your neck to your temples when you realized your throat hurt a bit. not sure if it was because you had been crying all night or because you haven’t spoken all day. scared that if you said something it would solidify the circumstance you found yourself in; afraid that you’d never recover from this. you didn’t know who to turn to, when you grabbed your phone to find someone to call, your fingers instinctively made its way to johnny’s contact in your phone “big bear” but you couldn’t bring yourself to press call or even send a text, just staring at the last message you sent, “we can’t be friends anymore”.

a part of you wants to blame johnny, that it’s all his fault for treating you the way he did. he always confused you. he’d take you out on fancy dates, tell you to dress pretty, and surprise you with a candlelight dinner; everything a loving boyfriend would do, but then he wouldn’t talk to you for a few days then he’d show up out of nowhere, drunk and talking about the girl he just fumbled and how he was never going to find someone to spend the rest of his life with.

it wasn’t always like this. you used to be best friends, something like from a movie, but the last few days it’s felt like the two of you were complete strangers. you toss your phone after staring at his contact and release a deep sigh. deciding to get up from your spot and find something productive to do. it took so much out of you to stand up, the floor had been your safe space and leaving it meant only to relive the trauma of last night. 

you walked out of your bedroom and made your way to the living room, spotting the broken picture frame at the end of the hallway. you bent down to pick up the pieces of glass but got distracted at the photo. it was a photo of you and johnny at your sister’s wedding. he stepped up as your date when you found out your ex boyfriend wasn’t actually abroad studying medicine but was taking care of his wife and child you knew nothing about. the memory brought a smile to your face because you remember walking out of your apartment, trying to suck in all of your tears, when you saw johnny. there he stood in a suit and tie, he’d never looked so good and all you did was run into his arms and continue crying. he held you and in the moment nothing mattered or existed besides the two of you. 

you placed all of the broken shards of glass into the trash and left the photo on your coffee table. it didn’t feel real, there was a hole in your wall next to the front door, a glass of wine spilt on the carpet, and the memories of last night flooding in even harder than before. 

-last night- 

i didn’t think you’d understand me

“are you fucking kidding me, y/n?” johnny yelled from outside your front door. he had been out there for 10 minutes, trying to get you to open the door after you sent him that text message. 

“just go home johnny, it’s almost 1am!” you yelled back but all it did was make him slam his fist into the door. “go home-” you were in the middle of your sentence when he yells back “open the fucking door!”. a part of you knew that you shouldn’t, you knew that opening the door would only cause more problems, and that opening the door would be the end of everything you loved with johnny. *click* and the door swung open to a drunken johnny, leaning his head on his arm over your doorframe. he slowly looks up at you, making eye contact. “what?” he asks. you scoff at him and turn around, “all that bullshit and all you have to say is what?” he follows you into your living room, lazily shutting the front door. 

“come on, don’t be like this.” he says, almost begging. “like what?” you respond, knowing that his next words would only anger you further. “like this! emotional but never using your words! you expect too much out of me, how am i supposed to know what you want!” he yells. you stare at him, johnny’s chest rising up and down, faster with each breath as if he ran here. “you know what your problem is johnny?” you question him. “you don’t know how to take accountability for when you fuck up. and all you do is fuck up!” you start walking towards, pointing your finger up towards his face. 

“you want me to communicate better? well here! you’re an asshole! i hate when you act like you know everything, especially about me, because guess what! you don’t know shit!” your voice was now higher than it should, not a care in your mind if you wake any of your neighbors. your face is inches closer to johnny’s, close enough to feel his breath. you pressed your finger into his chest with every word, backing him up against the wall. “you don’t care about me, you care about having me around so that i’m there for you whenever you need someon-” 

“what the hell are you talking about? of course i care about you!” he cuts you off. “if i didn't care about you would i be here right now?” he questions you. “you’re only here because you know you fucked up not because you care about me. you care that i’m angry at you not because you care about my feelings but because you can’t stand to know that you’re the reason i’m upset and you don’t even know why. you never know why because you’ll do whatever it takes to change my mind, you’ll kiss me, get in my pants, buy me gifts, just so that i won’t be angry at you anymore but you never apologize and you never know what you did. so don’t ever, for a second think, that you care about me. you may have cared about me then but you don’t now. and you haven’t for a while.” tears were pouring down your face, throat sore from yelling, and all johnny could do was look at you. look down at you. 

the two of you stand in silence for a few moments before johnny grabs your face and brings you into a kiss. flipping the two of you over so that your back was against the wall. you push him off of you, johnny almost tripping over the coffee table; knocking over your glass of wine. “i don’t get it, we used to be best friends. we did everything together” johnny finally speaks. 

“how did we get here? why did you have to text me that? i thought we agreed no strings attached?” you sloppily wipe the tears off your face, mascara smearing, and after a deep breath, you respond. “you don’t treat a “friend” the way you treat me. you’ve said it yourself in the past.” and the memory of that night replays in both of your heads. 

the night of your sister’s wedding, at the reception, the two of you were outside in the garden watching the stars. “you know i could probably be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, i already treat you way better than those dickheads and i’m only your best friend” he says and it makes you question what the two of you are. you chuckle, “yeah right, we tried that and we were both too stupid to understand each other outside of our favorite alcohol and sex.” you playfully slap his chest. you were going to look into his eyes when a shooting start catches your eye, “look!” you point towards it. you slap his chest a couple more times excitedly, “make a wish!”. you close your eyes and clasp your hands closed together, like a child making a wish on their birthday before blowing out the candles. 

what you didn’t see was that before you essentially rejected his subtle offer to date again, he was looking at you instead of the stars in the sky. now he watches you fondly from behind, smiling and admiring your eagerness to make a wish on the shooting star. you begin to turn around and he quickly shuts his eyes to make it seem like he was wishing upon a star the whole time. you skip towards him and wrap your arms under his, “so what’d you wish for?” you ask. johnny scoffs, “like i’d ever tell you, then it won’t come true” he says while playfully rolling his eyes. 

it may seem like he didn’t make a wish in that short time but he wished that the two of you would end up together, spend the rest of your lives together, and grow old together. unfortunately, for johnny, he should’ve known better to wish upon a star. 

the memory of that night, under the stars, leaves you in tears again. johnny explains that he’s always wished the two of you ended up together, that even if he said jokingly, he meant it wholeheartedly, but if only you knew that. 

“i can’t do this anymore.” johnny breaks the silence. you look up at him and he’s walking towards you. “tell me now, what do you want to do? i know you love me y/n and you know i love you, but if this is going to happen between us we need to…” you cut him off. “no…” your back pressed up against the wall again, noses touching in your close proximity. “we can’t be friends… not when the two of us are like this.” you respond. you feel johnny’s warm breath leave his mouth and for a moment everything was silent and there was a ringing in your ear. only to realize johnny had punched a hole in the wall right beside your head. tears begin to spill out of your eyes, almost uncontrollably. you slide down the wall and hug yourself, at this point your bawling your eyes out. johnny releases his hand from the cavity in the wall he created. 

without saying anything… he leaves. 

you spend a few more minutes crying before you get up to continue crying in your room. you pass the framed photo of the two of you in the hallway, hastily grabbing it off the wall, sending it crashing behind you into the dark hallway. almost like saying goodbye to the idea of you two.

-present-

your eyes have become glassy, after recalling the moments of last night. you're shaken out of your thoughts when your phone rings. a short one, indicating it’s a text. dreading to know who it may be from, you make your way back to your room. reaching under your bed to grab your phone after you threw it under there. 

a text from “big bear” shines bright on your phone: i’ll wait for your love. 

if he had sent that text a day earlier he wouldn’t even have to wait for your love, you were ready to give it to him and only him. but after the events of the last few days, maybe the only person you should be giving your love to is yourself.

so for now it’s only me, and maybe that’s all i need… 

copyright 2024 - present © hoonieyun fka jjhyn all rights reserved

all writing here is fiction & not in any association with characters mentioned.

[m0nst3rf3n]

okay i'm joining the speculation party (potential spoilers for tma and tmagp btw!!) this is a long post :)

relistening to tmagp ep1, alice says "it won't let you do the next one 'til it finishes" when talking about chester, norris, and augustus

...much like jon and martin not being able to move on in s5 until jon made a statement

i know we want to believe that jonny wouldn't put us through all the emotional pain he possibly could, but girl. GIRL. bffr.

if jon and martin (and someone else btw) are trapped in this computer, making statements that the other characters literally can't help but listen to it's the perfect way to feed the eye!!

and it's also mentioned that the voices just, showed up one day. they showed up after some kind of malfunction, they weren't deliberately downloaded or anything

and they have emotion in them!! obviously, sometimes they speak like normal tts, but when they get into making statements, they sound so human, and i can't imagine that isn't intentional

and this universe is definitely not OUR tma universe (considering a fire happened in the magnus institute over 20 years ago!!) so it's entirely possible they succeeded in ending up in a different universe

i just wanted to rant about all of this supporting chester and norris actually being jon and martin :))

[yomegal]

Hihi! こんにちわ！

** Leaving a little note here just this once. This is definitely a semi if not full, blog post and kinda long. It'm my first post shared into this community so I don't know if long blog post are annoying but a lot of my shared will probably be blogging format www. Anywyas, it's on my side blog but it makes so much sense to share it here and I didn't realize until later that you can only post/reblog through main blog TT. Also, I'm not really re-reading these, so if there are typos and bad grammar..plz accept me for who I am. LOL anyways...

I can't believe this is like my first real post on here (this side blog in particular), that's insane! I haven't been able to do any makeup looks the past month or so. I got a serious eye infection from a mix of things that I'm assuming to be allergies because this did not happen during the fall/winter. I talk about it on my blogger post ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡) so check that out if you're curious.

For now, In order to maintain my fairly recent gyaru lifestyle, I've been making press ons! It's one of my main interests rn, it can take forever but it's so fun to decorate and honestly the worst part of it is the shaping other than that I really enjoy it.

I worked a job at my college for almost 4 years so I'm like a nail novice rn. I really love them though, I like how they look and I love the decorative aspect, the charm and colors. My natural nails are in (sorta kinda) bad condition so I'm working on that BUT that won't stop me from making press-ons for the future lol.

My nail stuff came in and I was so excited to try it, I made three sets in three days. I still have more stuff coming in and more stuff I want to get but this works for now! I have to get a little creative with the limited polish I have. I would include hual pics but this was kowkey a spontaneous post so I didn't take any pics.

I made a super cute pretty pinky (*^◯^*) set that honestly isn't the best as my very first attempt but still really cute for someone inexperienced and that's what I had on in the pic below.

Now, the actual main focus is this set. I tried making (what's supposed to be) a...

Tiger Set!!! 🐯

in the stiletto shape. So excited to put them on but I just took the other ones off not that long ago and my nails aren't that strong like I said before, so I'm taking breaks in between to build my nail strength.

Again, during college days (will be a year in may...) I couldn't even wear nail polish so I'm still really unused to it, even though I love love LOVE how nails look, especially longer nails. Like I can say it again and again. Once I'm able to wear them, I think I'll be an unstoppable gyaru.

Well, that's the main update, I actually wanted to just show a quick picture originally but I had to bloggggg ~

Had to put Chiikawa over the middle nail on the other one because it's so fugly. I'm not really worried about the sorta of see-through layers since it kinda blends in with the natural nail color. I do plan on trying this again because I think I can make it even better!

Also, I'm unemployed right now www, but there are designs I'm interested in trying to do so I'll get some more stuff soon! I might do some shorter ones to build my comfort with nails and slowly work my way up to some super-duper long nails, ugh can't wait for that!

This post will surely become a post on my blogger that should be updated soon. It has like three posts, but as I attempt to build and engage with the gyaru community outside of Twitter more, I want to have a cute blog that's worth looking at, haha. Anyways that really really it this time!

Okiee, じゃあまた！

** Also, I don't know how you guys are on here about it, but I want to note that my use of Japanese greetings is because I'm currently (attempting AGAIN lol) to learn so as I learn) Hopefully, I keep it up), I'll probably try including more!

[jimiminily]

🌹𝐻𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝐽𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛🌹

Enjoy your 29! 💜

13.10.2024

Happiest 29th birthday Jimin 💜🎂🎉

Where do I even beginnn??? he's really my everything omg 🥹🥹 Firstly I wanna wish him eternal happines, healthiness and love 💕 Jimin is so easy to love 🩷 I really adore him thiiiiiiiiii🌌🌌🌌♾️🌌🌌🌌iiiiiiiiiis much so precious and lovable the most beautiful stunning prettiest looking and rlly kindhearted and gentle I miss him sm 💔 and btw his second solo album 'MUSE' was released on 19th July! (Almost 3 months ago) and the way I was so happy to be in Jimin's era TT the main track 'Who'.. I was so overwhelmed of how awesome and amazing it was and im not even being biased but that really is soty and aoty woowww Jimin really is hardworking even in the military he's amazing fr 🫡🫡 I'm glad that this is the first and last birthday without Jimin and he's not spending his birthday alone since Jimin and Jungkook are together in the military 😊 speaking of them they released a travel show named 'Are You Sure?!' and it had 8 episodes and the last one ended a month ago AND I REALLY ENJOYED IT!! THEYRE SO PLAYFUL AND CUTE TOGETHER 🥹🥹 anyway!! Happiest 29th bday Jimin, can you believe it??? He was 25 when i got to know him! 🫶 the world is lucky to have you love, I love you 🥰💜

Days left until military discharge:

- Namjoon & Taehyung: 242 days left

- Jimin & Jungkook: 241 days left

- Yoongi: 251 days left

<👆 everyone wil be discharged in June 2025>

- Hoseok: 4 DAYS LEFT! 🎉🥹 (17 oct)

- Seokjin: 4 months ago discharged 🥰🎉

- His solo album 'Muse' on all streaming platforms!

- Jimin <Who> Official MV

He was active today on weverse! Here are all the links to his 7 posts with correct translation! I'm so happy 🥹💞

Post 1:

🐥 everyone im here, its been a while hehe

Post 2:

🐥 my birthdays here already... kekeke

Post 3:

🐥 i was frantically adjusting and before i knew it, its already my birthday

but it feels like time really flew by, but also it feels like its been slowly crawling by kekekekeke if i look back at it, it seems fast but if i look forward it seems slow kekekekekekekekekekekeke

Post 4:

🐥 hehehe ARMY you all~~

when will I get to stand in front of you guys and call you out guys like this

I miss you.. I miss youuuuu

um it's a long time passing by, isn't it?

what does it feel like to ARMYs? [long/short]

I wonder what kind of days you guys are spending~

Wouldn't the time that you're waiting for us become tiring~

While I worry about that, I also hope that you guys are just spending the times with just happy things

Because you guys must only (experience happiness) hehe

Post 5:

🐥 for the first time in a while, armys are making <me> happy memories once again hehe

im not saying this to make you worry!

because it isnt easy hehe

but theres also a lot of good people in the military, so we're all working hard together to receive training

im eating well and im working out really hard as well !

so dont worry about me

thank you for the birthday wish

how much luck do i have, that im receiving birthday wishing while in the military

i dont know when i can pay all of this back

once i leave, ill do anything to repay <you>

so please just wait a little bit for me

im writing something but im somewhat hesitating

so i think thats why my words are a little choppy hehe

army~~~~

i wont forget this precious today

armys, who are the most precious in the entire world,

i love you💜

Post 6:

🐥 I really love you so much

Post 7:

🐥 I'll come again

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Bighit bday posts

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🎂241013 Happy Birthday Jimin🎂

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With his talents and solo ventures, the singer, songwriter, producer, global ambassador and record-breaker has made a name for himself as one of the most prominent figures in K-Pop.

HBD to the first Korean soloist to reach #1 in the 65-year history of the Billboard Hot 100! His single Like Crazy is the longest charting song by K-Soloist on Spotify Global Daily Chart! Like Crazy is also the most streamed song in the history of Spotify South Korea. He is the First and Only Korean/K-Soloist to have multiple albums surpassing 1.2 Billion Streams on Spotify. (MUSE and FACE). Jimin is the First and Only Korean/K-Soloist to surpass 300 Million streams on Spotify USA Chart. He is also the First Korean Soloist to reach #1 on Spotify Global and also First Korean Soloist to gain 1 Billion Streams on Spotify in a single year! He holds the record of Most Streamed 2024 song and 2024 album currently (Who & MUSE)!

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And surprisingly today!:

Jimin sets a new Worldwide Record as the FIRST and ONLY person to have over 23+ related keywords and hashtags occupying Twitter's Worldwide Trends simultaneously for the FIFTH YEAR in a row!!

Jimin related terms are 26 of the top 30!

I love you so much Jimin🩷 till then, D-241 ♡

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