#too shy to actually reply/quote the post

[bi-demon-ium]

who is this guy and why does he kinda look like my babygirl

[netesecretlover]

HEYHEYHEYYY SAW UR REQ POST AND THIUGHT ABOUT ASKING !!!

SOOO I WAS THINKING ABOUT SOME LOAK X HUMAN!FEM READER DRABBLE !! Just a random idea but I'd love to see some cute fluffy fuc about loak taking a liking to reader and has spent some time with her, and eventually his feelings grew but he doenst know how to confess without being a fumbling mess so he does that one scene from Love, Actually with the cards and all that with a hint of reader accepting it and saying right after "I kinda always knew" and Lo'ak js passes out HAHAHAHHA

You can do whatever you want and add some of your ideas too! XOXO

★ Starry Sky

Lo'ak Sully x humain!fem!reader

丨Words: 3k

丨Summary: Growing up on Pandora with the Sully family, you share a routine of daily adventures. Lo'ak, secretly in love with you, struggles to express his feelings. Encouraged by his family, Lo'ak decides to finally confess his love under Pandora's stars. The outcome remains uncertain, but the enchanting atmosphere sets the stage for a heartfelt revelation.

丨Warning : pure fluff, some Arabic love quotes (only two), Lo'ak is so whipped for reader, first fic <3 Not proof read too

丨Notes : Anonym request ! I hope you'll like it, I started writing and I couldn't stop haha. I'm sorry if it wasn't what you asked for.

!!ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!!

After the Sky People were sent back to Earth, some humans were allowed to stay on Pandora alongside the Na'vi. Among them were your parents, two scientists who had always advocated for the Na'vi alongside Grace, Norm, and Jake. A few years later, you were born. Thanks to the connections your parents had with Neytiri and Jake, you spent your youth alongside the Sully family. You had established a small routine at a very young age. In the morning, you would wake up and have a quick breakfast with your parents. Then, grabbing your little pouch and bidding your parents farewell, you would hurry to join your friends. Every day on Pandora was an adventure for you.

Walking on the cool forest floor toward the village, upon arrival, everyone was already up. Some Na'vi went foraging, while others went hunting. Children sat around an elder of the village, listening to a story. You smiled gently and made your way up to the Sully family house.

As you approached the entrance, suddenly, Tuk appeared, running. She screamed with joy before Neteyam caught her and tossed her into the air. You chuckled slightly, catching Neteyam's attention.

"Oh, hey Y/N," Neteyam said with a smile. He held Tuk in his arms, and she also greeted you with a big smile. "Lo'ak! Your sweetheart Y/N is here!" Neteyam called to his brother.

Your face turned a shade of violet, and Neteyam burst into laughter. Sounds could be heard from inside the house—footsteps���and finally, Lo'ak emerged.

"Hi Y/N…" Lo'ak said with a shy smile. "I didn't know you were coming to the house today, not that I don't want to see you! I like seeing you; you're pretty, I mean, not that you weren't before! Yes—" Lo'ak stammered and spoke very quickly; you didn't quite catch the end.

"Kiri invited me to gather pearls together." You replied, smiling.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down for Lo'ak, his eyes lingering on every detail of your face. He seemed captivated, as if simply hearing your voice or seeing you smile brought him indescribable joy.

"Pearls, huh?" he repeated, searching for his words. "That's great. I mean, you'll surely look beautiful with pearl bracelets. Well, you already are, you know… beautiful, I mean."

A slight blush tinted Lo'ak's cheeks as he tried to compose himself, continuing to smile mischievously. His words seemed to jumble in his head, perhaps reflecting the confusion of his feelings.

You chuckled at the scene. He was cute, you thought. Neteyam and Tuk had stepped back a bit to give you some space. Neteyam sighed, looking at his younger brother; he had a long way to go, he thought.

At the same time, Kiri came out of the house with a handcrafted pouch around her waist. You gave one last smile to Lo'ak and greeted everyone before heading, with Kiri, towards the village's exit.

"Pearls, huh? That's great. I mean, you'll surely look beautiful with pearl bracelets. Well, you already are, you know… beautiful," Neteyam said, mockingly mimicking his brother. "You could have at least told her to be careful in the forest; you really have things to learn."

Lo'ak remained there, watching you walk away with Kiri, his persistent smile and dreamy gaze. Neteyam shook his head, looking at his brother with a mischievous smile.

"You are truly hopeless, Lo'ak. You look like a hopelessly in love teenager every time she's around," teased Neteyam.

Lo'ak rolled his eyes but couldn't help but laugh slightly. "Oh, leave me alone, Neteyam. You don't understand."

Neteyam raised an eyebrow, teasing. "Really? And what don't I understand?"

Lo'ak hesitated for a moment, then opened up. "It's just… it's been a long time, you know. Since we were kids. I can't quite remember exactly when it happened, but there's something about her that has always… captured my heart. Since our childhood, Neteyam."

His older brother looked at him with a knowing smile.

Lo'ak's smile softened. "Everything about her appeals to me. The fact that she's smaller than me makes me want to protect her, even though she can defend herself without me. She's so good with the clan's little ones, teaching them English and games from her world. There isn't a memory where she isn't present. It's like she's always been there, an integral part of my life. And today, seeing her, I realize that it hasn't changed. My heart still beats faster when she's around. It's… it's more than just an attraction, Neteyam. I think I'm really in love with her."

Neteyam looked at his brother with sudden understanding, his teasing demeanor giving way to genuine respect. "Well, little brother, maybe it's time to tell her. You'll never know if she feels the same unless you try."

Lo'ak sighed, knowing that Neteyam was right. "Maybe, but it's scary,

you know? What if she doesn't feel the same? She's human, and I'm… I'm just me." Lo'ak looked at his hands. "I'm nothing special; she'd probably prefer to be with another human, even if there aren't really any her age, or someone skilled in something."

His brother placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Lo'ak, don't talk about yourself like that. You know, she has admired you since she was little. The biggest regret you could have is never trying. Life is too short not to pursue what you really want. And who knows, maybe the love you've felt for so long is reciprocated. Have you ever noticed how she looks at you when you're not paying attention? It's like she's waiting for you to make the first move."

Lo'ak watched you disappear into the forest, a mix of apprehension and determination in his gaze. Perhaps it was time to let his heart speak, to share his feelings with the one who had held a special place in his life for so long.

The golden rays of the sun filtered through the dense canopy of Pandora's forest, creating a mosaic of light and shadow dancing on the emerald-covered ground. Towering trees with twisted trunks and bioluminescent leaves stood majestically above the two friends, creating a mystical and enchanting atmosphere.

The gentle murmur of the breeze blended with the songs of exotic birds, forming a natural symphony that seemed to envelop each of your steps and those of Kiri. Vibrantly colored flowers blossomed along the path, attracting butterflies with shimmering wings. The endless shades of green in the vegetation ranged from the soft foliage of plants to the darker tones of lush shrubs.

As you walked, Kiri broke the silence with a teasing question. "So, Y/N, how's it going with Lo'ak?"

You smiled, reminiscing about Lo'ak's earlier awkward moments. "Oh, you know, the usual stammering and slightly awkward compliments. Nothing new."

Kiri joyfully chuckled. "He's so cute when he tries, isn't he? But seriously, between you and him, how is it really going?"

You pretended to ponder, picking up a few pearls along the way. "Well, we've been friends forever. But recently, it's different. Well, maybe it's me starting to notice something different in him…"

Kiri arched an eyebrow, smiling mischievously. "Different? Like what, for example?"

You blushed slightly. "I notice his awkward side, which I don't mind. He may seem immature, but when things get serious, he can be serious. He cares about the people around him, even if sometimes he acts on his own… but I don't mind that."

Kiri, instead of directly confirming Lo'ak's feelings, teased you with a mischievous smile. "Ah, love is in the air. It feels like the beginning of a grand adventure. What do you plan to do now?"

You shrugged, not quite sure what to say.

"Wait for him to make the first move, if he likes me, of course. But there are so many talented girls in the clan. Ti'avin, one of the best singers, and her sister who seems to float when she dances. I'm just human; I could never be skilled enough… I have this feeling that he likes me. Sometimes his lingering glances, how he hugs me when he's happy, and when he blushes. I really feel like he likes me, but I'm not sure."

Kiri, sensing the note of doubt in your words, shook her head firmly. "Well, listen to me, Y/N. You're amazing in your own way. Beauty isn't just in singing or dancing. It's in the way you walk through this forest, the way you smile when Lo'ak awkwardly compliments you. You are unique, and no one else can do it like you."

She gave you a friendly shoulder bump. "And don't underestimate Lo'ak. You don't need to compete with anyone. Just be yourself."

You looked at your best friend, your gaze reflecting gratitude. "You always have a way of lifting my spirits, Kiri. Thank you."

Kiri smiled. "That's what friends are supposed to do, right? Now, forget the doubts and let's quickly gather the pearls."

She pointed to a spot where a sparkling waterfall merged into a natural pool, creating an enchanting tableau. "And how about picking some of those flowers? They'll add a special touch to our pearl bracelets."

You smiled, grateful for Kiri's reassuring presence. You continued your walk through the forest, pushing away dark thoughts and letting yourself be carried away by the magical beauty surrounding you.

During the week, Lo'ak seemed to be elusive. Whenever you approached him, he found an excuse and fled. Initially, you thought he was probably busy, but after five consistent days of lies, you began to be hurt by his actions. Several times, Kiri caught your gaze, which was devoid of any joy.

Had you done something wrong?

That was the question you had posed to your best friend. You could see the disappointment in her eyes. She reassured you throughout the evening until mealtime.

During dinner, the Sully family noticed Lo'ak's absence. He was there, but his gaze was lost. He hadn't even touched his food, which worried Neytiri. Kiri stared fixedly at her brother. At the end of dinner, before he could come up with an excuse to escape once again, she took her brother by the arm and led him in front of the house. She made him sit on the edge, feet dangling.

"Lo'ak, what's wrong? You look troubled," she asked with concern.

Lo'ak sighed, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "It's Y/N. I wanted to confess my feelings to her, but every time I try, I lose my words, or worse, I feel paralyzed. So, I run away like a fool. And I can see that it hurts her, but I don't know how to go about it."

Kiri looked at him with understanding. "You know, Lo'ak, Y/N might have already noticed your feelings. She is very attentive, you know."

Lo'ak lowered his eyes, a mix of sadness and frustration on his face. "I've tried, you know. I wanted to court her seriously and give her gifts every day, in the Na'vi way, but I don't know if that's what she prefers. I feel like I'm acting like a child, and I don't know how to tell her what I really feel."

Kiri gently placed her hand on her brother's shoulder. "Lo'ak, you are sincere, that's what matters. And maybe you can ask our old father for advice."

Lo'ak nodded, appreciating his sister's advice.

Kiri left, smiling at Lo'ak, giving him some space to think. As calm returned, Jake approached and sat next to his son.

"Is everything okay?" asked Jake, noticing Lo'ak's troubled expression.

Lo'ak sighed. "It's Y/N, father. I wanted to confess my feelings to her, but every time I try, I lose my words, or I feel paralyzed. I don't want to hurt her, but I don't know how to go about it."

Jake placed a reassuring hand on Lo'ak's shoulder. "Feelings are complicated, Lo'ak. But there's something I remember from a movie I saw back on Earth, before coming here. It was a movie called 'Love Actually.' There was a scene where a boy confesses his feelings to a girl with cards. Since you can't seem to speak, maybe that could work."

Lo'ak looked up, intrigued. "Cards?"

"Yes, cards. He wrote his feelings on cards, one by one. It was a sincere declaration of love, and it was beautiful because it was honest and authentic. Maybe you could try something similar, express what you feel through carefully chosen words."

Lo'ak pondered the idea, wondering if this approach could be the key to overcoming his difficulties in expressing himself. "It might work. Thank you, father. I'll think about it."

Jake gave him an encouraging smile. "Don't forget, Lo'ak, love doesn't follow a script. Be yourself, and it will all happen as it should."

Lo'ak nodded, grateful for his father's advice.

Night fell gently on Pandora, painting the sky with shades of orange and purple. You stood at the edge of a cliff, contemplating the celestial spectacle unfolding before you. The stars shone with brilliant intensity, creating a magical tableau in the darkness.

As you lost yourself in the stars, a slight noise behind you made you turn around. It was Lo'ak, holding large cards in his hands. He seemed awkward, but his eyes sparkled with a determined light.

"Lo'ak?" you said, surprised to see him here.

Lo'ak stammered for a moment before taking a deep breath. "Y/N, there's something I've wanted to tell you for a long time. I… I don't always manage to find the words, so I thought maybe, cards could help me."

He carefully unfolded the first card, hand-written words displayed. "You are like the stars, Y/N, lighting up my life with your presence. Every time I see the starry sky, I think of you."

You read the words, Lo'ak's emotions expressed through each line. You looked up at him, and he continued, a bit more confident.

"When you're around, the world seems to slow down." You read before he changed the card. "Your smiles brighten my days, and your presence fills me with joy." Your cheeks began to warm.

"You are the most beautiful fate."

"You are the love of my soul."

These were such romantic phrases. Your heart was racing.

"I know I'm clumsy with words, but I want to tell you that…" Lo'ak lowered the card, looking at you with an intensity that reflected his deep love. "I see you with my heart, not my eyes. Oel Ngati Kameie."

You were moved by the sincerity of his words, remaining speechless for a moment.

"Lo'ak…" you finally whispered, a radiant smile lighting up your face. "It's beautiful."

Lo'ak offered you a shy but joyful smile. "I was afraid you wouldn't understand, that my words wouldn't live up to what I truly feel."

You approached him and gently took his hands. "Lo'ak, your words are perfect. And you… you are perfect."

Lo'ak stepped towards you, letting the cards fall from his hands, and embraced you. Your face was buried in his chest, and he held you a little tighter, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you.

The stars shone above you, silent witnesses to this magical moment. Then, without a word, Lo'ak wrapped his arms around your waist to lift you slightly. Your head was now at his level. His freckles glistened, and without saying a word, he captured your lips in a sweet and passionate kiss.

As you separated, you rested your head against Lo'ak's shoulder.

After a few moments in silence, you sat together on the edge of the cliff, your hands still entwined, and looked up at the starry sky.

"You know, Lo'ak, I had a feeling," you admitted softly, a teasing smile on your lips.

Lo'ak looked at you, surprised. "Really?"

You nodded. "Yes, but I wanted you to make the first move. And I'm so happy that you did."

You stayed there, marveling at the beauty of the night sky, sharing laughter, knowing glances, and silent promises for the future.

Your differences were just an insignificant detail in the infinite brilliance of the stars, a symbol of love that had finally found its way.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

New story announcement!

Because you beautiful besties did nothing but encourage me, I wrote the thing. I am four chapters into the thing, but I need to edit before I post it!

So yes, meet the new couple of the moment, Adrien Brody and his beautiful wife, Jade Burton-Brody. I wrote Jade as an OFC for a previous fandom, but she stayed with me, so I want to use her again as it dawned on me just how cute she and Adrien would be together, so yeah. Here they are! She's a musician in the metal world, who moves into acting, too. Especially with all the support she finds from her adoring husband.

A particularly long excerpt from the story, too, from a magazine interview they did together which serves as the opening of the story...

“Tell us something about your wife that people would find surprising.” 

He mulls it over for a few seconds, looking to his side at her, laughing as he takes in her raised eyebrows. “She’s actually quite introverted, unless she knows the people she’s with well. Then her volume and mischief amp up considerably,” he begins, which I must say is perhaps the last thing I expected him to reply with. “No, no. It’s completely true, she is. She’s often quiet, an extreme juxtapose for how she appears up on stage with a microphone in her hand, but yeah. The Jade you see performing live is a completely different entity to the woman she is away from it, and I found that out pretty quickly after we first met.”  

It is a stark contrast to the public persona of Jade Burton-Brody, a woman known for rarely shying away from being outspoken and controversial, whether it be her fiercely penned lyrics, or her opinions on the subject matters she holds dear. She was, after all, the woman who advised legions of young female rock fans to, and I quote, “Burn the patriarchy to the goddamned ground.” 

Before me today, though, I do see a much softer side to the screaming hurricane of a woman I familiarised myself with through the scouring of YouTube videos, a woman more than happy to let her husband lead in the questions, always looking to him to reply first. She has spoken in the past of him being her unequivocal strength and support, and I take her back to that, the moment she first met the man she would marry just six months after their first meeting.

“Jade, you’ve spoken about your first meeting a couple of times in the past, but for the record, would you care to share it again?”  

She laughs loudly at my question, leaning into her husband a little, combing her fingers through her hair as she remembers fifteen years into the past. “I screamed in his face, he liked it, and the rest is history.” 

Indeed, such a meeting did seal itself into history, the moment the iconic pair met captured by a photographer pointing his camera in the right direction at exactly the right time, immortalising the moment where the formidable first lady of metal took to the barriers at the Rock and Iron festival, grabbed the hand of the Hollywood heavyweight, and proceeded to scream like a harpy about an inch from his face. “She blew my eardrums out,” Adrien speaks of the moment, “I had never heard anything that loud in the whole of my life!”

Indeed, like it he did, the first stages of their fledgling relationship captured on film while a documentary team were following her and the band, shooting the footage for the 2010 documentary, “The Devil You Don’t Know.” As the footage shows, the actor found himself with a rare two-week break between projects, one of those weeks spent living on a tour bus with the band, unwilling to be parted from the woman he’d struck up such an immediate connection with. 

“I called my manager and told her to shift all my interviews to telephone, rearranged everything for the following week before I flew out to Hawaii to begin shooting Predators, and yeah, lived on a bus with five insane, but adorable women for seven days.” He smiles a little shyly, his eyes warm as he views her. “Didn’t want to let her go.”

When asked if it was love at first sight, he elaborates a little further. “I’ve never believed in that. Too many components have to fall into place for love to bloom, so I don’t think it can be so spontaneous as to simply view somebody and feel such a powerful emotion right off the bat. After that week I spent with her, though. Yeah. I departed from the tour knowing I’d left behind the girl I was going to marry someday.”

And for Jade? “I knew. He was my person. Still is fifteen years on, too.”  

Just viewing the natural ease the couple have around one another cements that, after battling with so much over their years together. They both freely admit they rarely saw one another for the first two years of their marriage, their relationship plagued by media scrutiny, storms of paparazzi, accusations of their romance serving purely as a manufactured PR pairing for publicity, others stating that it was to give Jade greater leverage as she further embarked upon her acting career away from the world of music. One only has to watch the woman on screen to see that she carries enough weight from her own talents to not need the bolstering of her husband’s surname to snare her hard-earned successes.  

Indeed, the pair have weathered many storms and come through them stronger, standing as one of Hollywood’s most illimitable power couples, yet the term is somewhat lost on them both. “We’re complete dorks,” Jade laughs, “we really are. We set one another off all the time being absolutely ridiculous.” 

“It’s true,” her husband confirms, beginning to chuckle right on cue. “Nobody makes me laugh like her. It’s so corny, but truly, she’s my best friend. Deciding to get on that bus fifteen years ago was one of the greatest decisions I ever made.”  

It can be witnessed quite easily, too. It takes only a few glimpses into their respective social media accounts to see the humorous ease they tease one another with, but always with incredible affection. ‘Baby love! <3 Love you too, Morticia!’ Adrien commented on a heartfelt post his wife recently shared to Instagram, a throwback picture of the pair kissing at the 2016 Oscar’s ceremony, where his beloved won best supporting actress for her role across from Robert De Niro in the 2016 blockbuster, Five Marked Men. 

“It took him about a month to get over me with black hair instead of blonde, so I was Morticia for four straight weeks instead of Jade!” she laughs, obviously taking his teasing with good humour.  

“I was so damned proud of her, even though I couldn’t get used to the black hair,” he laughs taking her hand in his. “Always have been. She’s incredible.” 

The story will chronicle their fifteen years together, from their first meet right up until present day. I said I wouldn't do this, write RPF again, but I did. Arrgh! I just have to hope my beautiful people enjoy it now, lmao!!

Also, as well as the obvious faceclaim of Angelina Jolie serving for Jade, I have a voice claim for her, too! Want to hear the scream she hit Adrien with? Here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a98LI-arNS4 And for something a little more melodic to acquaint you with her voice - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQNtGoM3FVU So yes, that's how I imagine her to sound in her chosen profession. Half angel, half demon. xD

I hope you love her as much as I do, guys! Huge thanks for my darling @jemmalynette for the beautiful picture manipulation. Her work is flawless, as always!

[chryzuree]

here today (gone tomorrow)

ALT TITLE: how many more mistakes like this?

AUTHOR’S NOTE: juno said, and i quote, “it’s good, queen”, so here’s hoping it’s actually good enough to post 🫶🏻

———

The Fate reunited with his Star centuries after he had driven her away. 

It was not by chance, this meeting of theirs. Nor was it by choice, though one would quickly assume it to be so once the first option was deemed out of the question. 

But the truth was that their convergence was out of necessity, and no matter how much they tried to brace themselves against it, the remnants of their tender, childlike insides ached with familiar unhealed pains. Never had they attempted to unknot the sparking tangle of nerves left by their childhood; instead, they’d built walls around their youth in tight, concentric circles, higher and higher, until nobody that hadn’t known them in the before could get through. 

It was deep in the night, in a familiar forest clearing aged with new growths, with naught but a few elderly Stars to observe over this pre-destined meeting. 

The Fate was not known for fidgeting. Rather, he boasted a keen self-control, hidden carefully under a veneer of careless smiles and cultivated wickedness. Any one of his past lovers would have been certain to attest to his rotted heart—if one were to dig up their graves.

And yet, as he awaited his Star, he stared into blackness with a pale, haunted countenance that looked unlike any expression seen upon him in hundreds of years. Where an apple normally rested in his hand—perhaps even tossed and spun carelessly, if he was bored enough—he instead worried over an old woven bracelet. On occasion, he lifted it to his mouth and, with furrowed brow, would shutter his eyes as though praying over a rosary. 

Then his eyes would open again and he would resume peering anxiously into the darkness. 

For hours, he remained alone, and he remained clueless of his gathering audience overhead. 

It was only when the brightest Star finally joined the onlookers that his Star—only half, in all honesty, but he’d crowned her in his mind out of his silent, personal worship of her—finally stepped into their clearing. 

The bracelet had been at his lips when he opened his eyes to see her standing there. 

With breath he did not need, he gasped into the weave of her bracelet. It soaked it into its old pattern, along with all the wishes and regrets he’d spoken into it after all those years. 

Though the moon lit not the sky, the Star-girl gleamed with her own light. Her hair glittered like the sun over snowfall, with secret iridescence. Her tentative smile shone white, her sharpened canines like a vampire’s bite. Her eyes looked like twin flames in the dark. 

She was lovelier than he remembered, and kinder still than he could’ve ever hoped. 

“Hello,” she said, almost bashfully. She swept a curl behind her ear. 

He said nothing, knowing himself incapable of it. He only stared. 

The curve of her smile twisted crookedly. The night was too dark, yet he knew intuitively—like he always did—that her freckled cheeks had flushed, just so. 

“It’s been a while,” she continued, clasping her hands in the folds of her skirt. 

She looked skyward as she spoke. 

That break of eye contact allowed his throat to loosen, and the Fate desperately replied, “I missed you.”

He could not see her expression, but for the hint of her lips. Always, always her lips. 

They still smiled, but in a less shy bend. Her white hair rippled in a gentle breeze. Her skirt did not follow suit. 

Then she lowered her gaze to him once more. 

“I missed you too,” she replied, subdued. With careful eyes, she studied the clearing, and quietly added, “Why are we here?”

He bit his lip. 

His heart thudded once, painfully, in his chest, spurred into motion by only the one that had made him with inexperienced, loving hands.

She noticed his silence with a drop of her lips. Her eyes studied him, brighter than before. He wished that she would not. His shame was on bold display, and she’d always been a quick study. 

She approached him, the hem of her skirt whispering over the forest floor when it should’ve caught on broken sticks and dead leaves. 

Rooted to the spot, he could do nothing but yearn for her and pray her away in equal, wretched measure. 

Soon, she stood in front of him, so close that, for a moment, he was sure that it must’ve been a dream. 

“You did not reach out to me of your own free will,” she said softly, and then she reached forward and cupped his cheek in her soft palm.

He stiffened at her touch. Too many years had passed; he’d since grown unaccustomed to the nettle sting of her skin meeting his. 

It took him a moment, but he allowed himself to melt into it. His eyes fluttered shut. 

“No,” he agreed. 

“No,” she repeated back at him. “I thought not. You’re much too proud for that. Not even these past centuries could have eroded that from you.”

He moved deeper into her hand. It was an unexpected balm, this knowing insight into him. How comforting, he thought, to have an entire being outside of himself know him so well, and still feel so compassionately. 

“Yes,” he said softly.

So bereft of his Star’s touch was the Fate that he wrapped his arms about her waist, only half aware of his actions. Her presence in his arms acted as a drug, irresistible, and he drew her closer to him, until her frame folded nicely against his. 

Gently, her thumb traced the curve of his cheek. To any other, the rings upon her fingers would’ve been abrasive—but to the Fate, the cold metal rasping over his cheekbone was a homecoming he’d craved for too many years to count. 

“You didn’t want this meeting to happen,” his Star murmured, “did you?”

To anyone else, he would’ve lied—and with an angelically cruel grin, complete with dimples more cutting than a dagger. 

But being near her had done away with any such pretenses. Without his express permission, all those protective walls around his boyish self crumbled to dust. 

“No,” he breathed into her skin. He pressed his eyes shut tighter, until colors sparked across the blackness. 

He wished this reunion could be only this: His Star in his arms again, and he in hers. A Fate reduced to a boy, with the touch of a Star reduced to a girl on his skin, and they could reminisce of a simpler time. 

Her hand slid to the nape of his neck, a trail of electricity ghosting behind her touch. She cradled him closer, and his breathing caught in his throat. 

“Because this is a trap,” she whispered hypnotically. 

He didn’t wish to answer. Yet—undiluted by her influence—he found himself compelled to confess his unwilling collusion in this plot. 

“Yes,” he choked out. “Yes.” He paused only to wet his lips. “You must run.”

He opened his eyes—now wet with tears much unlike the tears of blood he normally shed—to find his Star smiling at him still. 

His heart dipped low. 

“There’s no escaping for me now.” She played with his hair, calm in a way he could not fathom. 

His throat began to tighten once more. What she said was correct, to the core. But he dearly wished that was not so. 

“You can still run,” he insisted through numb lips, his voice fragile.

Her eyes were tender as she shook her head. 

“No.” Her other hand braced against his hip. She wove her fingers deeper into his hair. “I’d much rather spend these last few moments with you.”

Every part of his body ached for precisely that. He could hear his own blood—as if it had a voice, and as if in perfect unison with hers—somberly, sadly whisper, Especially since we’ve been apart for all this time. 

Another tear spilled from his eye. He tried to blink the others back. 

“I don’t want to see you captive,” he pleaded.

Yet he did not release his embrace around her. 

Humming, her eyes drifted shut. Her smile faded, just slightly. A tiny line furrowed her brow. 

“We don’t have much time, do we?” she mumbled. 

No, they did not. The Fate had done his part well already—how much time had passed now? When he tallied it all up…

Foreboding stabbed him straight through. 

“Princess—”

She opened her eyes again. 

The Fate found himself speechless. 

No matter how frequently he’d turned his memory of her over in his mind, he never could’ve kept all the details of her in his mind. He’d focused too much on the shape of her lips, or on the exact scattering of her freckles, or on the faint scar that marked across her face with a slight shimmer. But the exact shade of her eyes had always eluded him. 

And they were breathtaking, with her pale gold pupils and the matching gold ring etched around the rose hue of her irises. Silver eyelashes framed them, long and feathery. 

Tears glittered in them. 

“I will not be taken,” she whispered. “For this, know that I’m sorry. And know that we will meet again.”

Despite the centuries apart, she knew him innately. And despite the centuries spent in this lifetime, the other Star spectators knew precisely the moment to watch, as they had watched all the moments before.

The hand she’d set on his hip trailed to his leather belt, then to the small, unassuming sheath he kept there. The hilt of his dagger filled her hand with cold metal and raised jewels. 

She did not know the whole story of the Fate’s dagger. It had merely been a pretty thing he’d kept on his desk when she’d left. She didn’t know of the deaths on this dagger, nor his marriage, nor its following annulment. She didn’t know of the ruin that had buried itself into its metal. 

But she knew it would do the job. She was not like the Fate— she had never become an immortal, nor had fallen to mortality again. She had been as she always was—a young, pretty thing, and so deathly fragile.

And so, with the right angle, the dagger slid into her ribs with ease. And with great agony, it pierced her heart. 

The Star gasped out a painful breath on instinct, then grit her teeth. But she couldn’t stop the cough that rattled her body in the Fate’s arms. Blood seeped around her teeth. 

The world collapsed out from under the Fate’s feet. 

For the first time in hundreds of years, the blood in his ears roared. 

“No,” he said, his voice small. 

The Star’s knees grew weak. Only his arms kept her upright. 

She laughed wetly and winced. 

“No,” he repeated.

The dagger fell from her weakened fingers, her golden blood glinting along the blade. She sagged against the Fate.

“No.”

 The Fate sank to his knees, the Star cradled in his arms. As he did, the unnatural, sweet tang of her blood enveloped him. 

She coughed once again and cried out in pain. Blood trickled from her mouth. 

Tears spilled down his face, unchecked. 

“No,” he said again. “No, Chryseis, no.”

Her eyes grew glassy. 

“It… never stops hurting,” she choked out around the blood. Her brows pinched together. Her eyes shuttered. 

Her face paled more and more by the second, he realized with no small horror. 

“Don’t close your eyes,” the Fate begged, terrified, even though he knew she was dying anyway. A part of him pulsed with her, and grew weaker and weaker with each second. 

Her brows relaxed. A bloody grimace served as her smile. 

“Ever demanding… to the end.”

“Open them,” he demanded pointedly. 

Her hand reached clumsily, sightlessly for his face. Blood dripped from it, and it smeared across his face as she cupped it once more. The Fate could not have denied her touch, even if he’d wished for it. 

“I… can’t… I’m sorry.”

The Fate sobbed, furious, heartbroken. “What have you done?”

Her smile looked marginally more real. “Silly question.”

“Don’t joke.” He lowered his face to hears. Tears rained over her freckled cheeks. “We were supposed to have more time to talk. I wanted to know what your life had been like before. In between. After. Any of it.”

The Star’s grip loosened. Her fingertips chilled the Fate’s skin. 

She slipped further away. 

The Fate wished to scream at the injustice of it, of the trap, of what he’d done to her. 

“I wasn’t… alone,” she breathed through colorless lips. “Not then… and not now.” A thick, heavy tear of gold seeped through her silver eyelashes. “Know this… and don’t cry.”

“Please,” he sobbed. 

The Star tried to speak again, but coughed. Spittle colored with blood splashed over his shirtfront. 

He couldn’t bring himself to care. His shirt was already stained—the same stain that would forever mar his dagger. 

“Stay,” he whispered to the Star. 

But she did not answer him. 

—

The boy had been walking silently alongside the silver-haired woman, until she said those final words. 

“This is a horrible story,” the boy blurted. His small hand tightened on hers, even though he was more than a little scared of her. 

His storyteller paused. With a slight tilt of her head, she lowered her frightening, inhuman gaze to him. The silver of her eyes flashed almost white.

The boy wanted to jolt back, but he instead tensed his jaw in response, defiant. 

She laughed without a smile, and the storyteller replied, “But a true one. One that needed to be heard.”

The boy hesitated. His golden brow crumpled. 

“But why tell me?” he asked, puzzled. 

His storyteller smiled in the memory of amusement. Her poison-red lips looked gruesome. 

The boy understood now why she laughed without that curve of her lips.

She leaned her whole body down to him, her silver hair falling over his head like a show’s curtain. His heart leapt into his throat, beating much too quick.

So distracted was he by the silver flurry of her hair that he didn’t see her smile disappear. By the time his eyes had refocused, her lips were at the shell of his ear.

“So you don’t make the same mistake again,” she hissed in their tiny enclave hidden from the eyes of the other Stars. 

The boy froze. “What?”

She leaned back to peer at his pale face, his confused blue eyes. Here he was—a boy of only seven, with golden hair still messy from being awoken in the middle of the night and spirited away. 

The storyteller smiled her gruesome smile once more.

The boy blinked furiously. He tried to look away.

“Oh, no. How rarely I get to see you like this,” she cooed. She reached forward and set her sharp silver nails on the sensitive underside of the boy’s jaw, pushing his gaze up to meet hers. She felt his throat work as he swallowed anxiously. “You take much longer than the other two to become innocent again. I must enjoy it whenever I can. Don’t you agree, my little Prince of Hearts?”

The boy’s face became bloodless. “No, I’m not.” But not even he sounded convinced.

“Yes,” agreed the storyteller, her amusement growing more. “For now, you indeed are not. Now hush. We are almost there.”

Then the boy’s eyes grew heavy, though he could not say why.

And when he opened them again, it was on the stoop of a gambling den, and the silver-eyed, silver-haired storyteller was naught but a dream.

[iwrite-sinsandtragedies]

@a3hl3y Sooomething tells me you used the blue feather sticker for this one, because I'm getting absolute blue jay vibes 👀

Sorry! I replied in the post but then wanted to add more so-

Micha's sticker is the butterfly🦋actually!😂Blue butterflies specifically but butterflies non the less! I am sad that you can't change sticker colours in the game, because I really do love the blue of that feather so much, but the meaning behind the butterfly meant much more to me than the colour itself when I could just stick the colour on his person a whole bunch, like you've seen lol. So good guess!

The thing is, Michael is actually based off a very old oc of mine from.. before my highschool days even! So a lot of his little nuances have been parented down from that original character design and personality - which means I'm more adapting him to the game than actually letting the game shape him. I chose the butterfly for a lot of reasons; from it's associations with mental health, love, dreams, beauty, transformation, and rebirth to the specific exotic-ness and rareness of the blue butterfly itself. It's also why his last name ended up being Hope, actually! For the luck of blue and the promise of a joyful future.

I did go and look up blue jays though! You mentioning it made me really curious, because I do actually really love blue jays but had never considered relating them to Micha in particular. There's definitely some crossover in some themes! Specifically with Steller's Jay (which just so happen to be my favourite jay even!)

The one quote in particular that I really liked was:

“He is the message of hope in disrepair and the will to live. The jay is willing to teach you fearlessness, adaptability and survival but you must be willing to follow its lead.”

It's a very nice quote, and really fits Michael's personality, as a character that often takes the lead and doesn't shy away from a challenge, as one who is willing to learn and adapt and help others also succeed. The 'will to live' bit also really struck me, as Michael is supposed to have a chronic illness, but he's very stubborn about pushing past it and not letting it stop him from all that he wants to achieve. When I first started fleshing out Micha, I instantly knew he was a guardian type - that he was going to be protective of his sister, China, even if she was the older one!😂That quickly translated to being protective of Tamarack too💕He's a very sweet boy, even if he is kind of intimidating to people he's just met!

Anyways, I'm getting rambly! Let's just boil it down to: I might start interchanging the blue feather and the butterfly a little bit! You've convinced me of the merits to the association, so thank you!

I know Micha will always be my Beautiful Butterfly Boy, but he may also sometimes be my Brave Blue Jay Boy now too 💖

[dreamingalto]

Why can't the gayest be the best?

Alright one of the things we dont have in these notes quite yet for either side is an essay/propaganda as to why the ship should be considered "The Best RPF" Here is some quick Phan History propaganda for those stumbling upon this who are only vaguely aware of Dan and Phil and why they might qualify for the best ship. (Subjectively in my opinion, it also depends on your definition of 'Best')

So to start, Phil has had his Youtube channel since 2006. By 2009, he has a pretty decent online following on Youtube and other online platforms such as MySpace and Dailybooth.

Dan has had a Youtube account and has been online browsing forums and watching Youtube videos for years. Idk when he stumbled on Phil's videos, but he became quite a fan of Phil's videos to the point where he left comments on lots of his videos and also started tweeting at Phil after making his Twitter account around May 2009.

At somepoint, Phil replied to Dan on Twitter and sometime in summer of 2009, they started directly talking to each other. With mutual music and nerdy interests such as Final Fantasy, they hit it off pretty quickly and started interacting more and even started Skyping each other for hours at a time. As Dan quotes in Basically I'm Gay (2019), "Its so lucky to just find someone you can be that compatible with..."

Within these months of communicating online, Phil helped encourage Dan to actually create and post his first Youtube video, something he had been wanting to do for a while but just didn't. Phil supported and helped Dan kick off his channel and Youtube career publically by promoting his videos and sending his already built following over to check out Dan's videos which gave his subscriber count a bit of a boost that most people didn't have.

On October 19th, 2009, Dan and Phil met in person for the first time. This initial trip was also the trip where the two filmed the very first Phil Is Not On Fire, a video that is now sitting at just shy of 9 Million views as of today.

As to not lengthen this and going into too much of the nitty gritty, following this inital trip the two constantly made trips to visit each other after that, all the way up until Dan officially moved to Manchester (where Phil was living at the time) for University and unofficially moved in with him. In the 2022 AmazingPhil video, Dan is leaving me, they actually revealed that since they first met in person in 2009 up until Dan's solo tour in 2022, they have only spent at most two and a half weeks physically apart. Which, personal note from someone who had an almost decade long relationship that I only this year properly moved in with that started as an online relationship, honestly fuck them for that. Like yeah we get it you two couldn't stand not being in the same physical place as one another and made sure you were in the same place as one another as much as possible for like 13 years alright.

Anyways, beyond the fact that they ended up being compatible with each other and decided they wanted to be physically together as much as possible, their career together and what they have accomplished both seprately and together is groundbreaking for Youtubers/online influencers in general.

The two of them managed to get a special Christmas radio show together on BBC Radio 1 in 2011 with them proceeding to having another Christmas show in 2012 and eventually their own weekly show in 2013. Beyond that, while they were writing their first book together in 2015, they decided to also create a theatrical stage show that they could tour around the country and eventually the world with. Problem at the time of that though was that no other Youtubers had done anything like it previously. The Amazing Tour Is Not On Fire (TATINOF) was literally groundbreaking in the industry and is still noted along with their second tour, Interactive Introverts, as some of the biggest live touring events put on by Youtubers. They also did so many other things together such as create a board game, a mobile app, directed/edited the filmed versions of their tours. All this while still making Youtube videos on both of their personal channels and their joint channel, DanAndPhilGames.

Even when focusing on their solo projects and individual stuggles in life, the two are still very much intertwined in their support of one another. This is especially documented during the launch of Dan's solo book, You Will Get Through This Night, and Dan's solo tour, We're All Doomed (WAD). While Phil didn't have direct involvement in either of the projects, he still heavily promotes Dan and publically states how proud of him he is and how much he enjoys Dan's solo work. A notable example is Phil in I TRY TO GIVE DAN A HAIRCUT (capitalization is accurate to Youtube title) especially at the end where he inserts a clip to further promote Dan's book without Dan knowing. Along with that, Phil is also credited in the filmed version of WAD as "Remote Crisis Manager" implying that even while they were apart, Phil was supporting Dan and helping him however he could.

There is so much anyone can go on about Dan and Phil, like this is barely scratching the surface. But these two are the definition of commitment and dedication. They have been through thick and thin together and are still here being undenialbly themselves and undeniably supportive and grateful for one another, their career, and their lives. And if that doesn't make a Best Ship, then I don't know what makes a best ship.

I am 100% open to hearing and reading any J2 essays btw if any yall want to send them over. But I figured I should add a quick breakdown of Phan history to these notes for anyone unaware or curious.

Best RPF Ship - Round 6 Match 1

[lazypeachsoul]

"you make me question my faith" - osferth

Pairing: osferth x viking!reader

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 5 IN THIS FIC. Careful with posible spoilers if you comment. Inspired by a quote from fleabag i thought would fit the baby monk. I wavn't used any taglist bc i don't know if people still want to read my stuff🌼

Masterlist.

The breeze blowing through the river bank was enough to make a chill run down your spine, but not enough to make you walk back to the house. You knew Uhtred had posted Osferth and a few other men to guard the port today. And although the lord had told you not to bother them while they guarded the town, you also knew he would not really be mad if you went down to the river to talk to your friend.

You had known Osferth for almost your entire life. From Winchester to Cookham, you always seemed to find eachother again. When he left Winchester and the convent to run around playing warrior you thought that had been the end of your friendship with the young –and way too shy to be a real warrior– monk. But you found yourselves a year later in Cookham when you were traveling with your parents looking for a safer place to live.

And that process of finding your way back to each other continued, as if God himself had meant for the two to always stay close. And it was also the invisible string that pulled you to Rumcofa and your position at the end of the pier.

Scouting the area for your blond haired friend proved to be difficult with all the traders and merchants tying their boats and shouting about their goods. But a few steps forward you could spot him standing at the end of the wooden planks, one shoulder leaned against a pole that didn’t look stable enough to support much weight.

As silently as the creaky boards allowed you walked towards the man before you actually saw that his gaze was set on a book. Now close enough, you got onto your tiptoes to look at the text above his shoulder.

‘What would Father Beocca think if he saw you reading pagan stories.’ You exclaimed with a fake gasp of horror. ‘The heart attack you would have caused him!’

You could swear you saw the hairs at the back of his neck straighten with the fright you gave him. He tried to turn around as fast as his now developed warrior reflexes allowed him. But he stumbled and slouched towards the water dangerously, making you reach for him without even thinking twice.

With a huf he regained his footing and finally looked at you, with his cheeks getting redder by the second.

‘You! You scared me!’ He huffed, repositioning his robes and the book that miraculously was still in his grasp. ‘Why would you do that? I was distracted.’

‘Yeah, that was the entire point. You looked to be concentrating too hard on that book and not hard enough on protecting the town.’ You joked, gaining another bashful huff from Osferth. ‘But back to the point, you were reading about the pagan Gods. One would think I’m corrupting you, Osferth.’

Religion was never a problem in your friendship. You always appreciated the way your friend worshiped his God without forcing it down other people’s throats. And he seemed to tolerate that you happened to believe in a different set of deities.

He tolerated them even when you were children meeting behind the wall of the monastery – monks didn’t appreciate a pagan child running around in their sacred garden– and you threatened him with false curses and incantations.

‘You could never corrupt me, I know the path God wants me to follow.’ He replied, convinced and puffing his chest. Until a shadow crossed his face and his demeanor changed. ‘Even if it includes hurting people sometimes. I am sure he forgives me for that too.’

You smiled tightly remembering the countless nights your friend had spent fretting that he was heading to hell because of the things he did in battle. And you, in your wholy pagan belief, assured him time after time that he would absolutely forgive him, because his God was the one who set his path.

‘Of course he does, he would miss and incredible person in heaven if he didn’t’

Your last words gave way to a tense silence. In your numerous conversations on belief, the afterlife had been the hardest topic to approach. Because from a very young age you realized that if God was real, you would be going to severely different places.

But thinking about that heavy topic was not the purpose of your visit to the river bank. So you tried to lighten up the mood and bring back Osferth, who was now looking at the book with a deep frown.

‘You think I should become a christian?’ You blurted out with much second thought to the statement.

‘No.’ Osferth’s statement came quicker that you ever expected. ‘No, don’t do that.’

You could only muster a hum, trying to grasp the sharp meaning behind his words.

‘I like that you believe in a meaningless existence and fake gods…’ He carried on when no other words came from your mouth. You could hear the satire in his tone. ‘You make me question my faith.’

You swear all air left your lungs at that moment. The simple idea of Osferth questioning his faith felt weird and almost criminal. But you continued the joke anyway.

‘And?’ You asked, unable to hide your playfulness and your curiosity at the same time.

He took a big breath and looked up from the book, moving so quickly some of his hair fell on his eyes. You pushed to the back of your head his need for another silly bowl cut when you inadvertently pushed the blonde tufts of hair to the side of his forehead.

He smiled wildly, a cheeky motion he had developed the past few years probably by association with the rest of the Cookham squad. That’s when you knew you were in for a good laugh.

‘I’ve never felt closer to God.’ He replied with a solemnity that felt oh so odd at that moment.

You could not help but burst into a chuckle and even softly pushed his shoulder back. He barely budged, a testament to his now warrior-like strength but his entire frame shook with laughter. A few unsavoury expressions might have also been said at some point during the laughing fit.

Those are the moments that you lived for with Osferth, the deep hearty laughs about topics that everyone else might consider either too big or too minuscule to pay attention to. The moments that made you want to spend the rest of your life next to him.

But that conversation had also happened and he had been adamant that until the wars between danes and saxons calmed down, nothing would happen. He wouldn’t force you into a life of waiting around fearing for his life. And any try of telling him that you already did that even without a marriage, he shot them down.

You reached for the book on Danish lore in his grasp and took it from him with a fake annoyed gesture.

‘Then you don’t deserve to read about my Gods.’ You spoke vehemently before taking a few steps back and hiking your skirts up just enough to take off in a run. ‘So I might have to keep the book for myself.’

You stuck your tongue out like you did when you were children and started running for your life back to the town, book in hand.

You could hear his voice shouting and laughing from behind you, but you didn’t stop for anything. If this was all you could have until danes and saxons laid down their weapons, you would make the most of it.

[septembersghost]

Jess, honey, hey! How are you?? I'm so happy you're back!!! ❤️

Your post about Kim popped up and I'm gonna say that... yeah. Actually the longer time passes, the less right the final episodes sit with me. I mean they TRIED to give us the most hopeful possible ending, and the first time I watched it seemed really good, but now I just don't know. It truly seems like Kim became the ghost of her former self, like she is gone and I don't know if she's ever coming back. I'm happy that both her and Jimmy are alive and, who knows, maybe they have a shot at rebuilding their relationship, maybe Kim will become a lawyer once again, maybe she'll find herself and shine in her true light, but we will never know. I just want her to come back. I just want her to become brilliant and dedicated and passionate and larger than life again, she's honestly one of my two MOST beloveds female characters EVER, and thinking about her arc and how she appeared in Waterworks especially makes me sad.

Which also makes me think (I'm sorry for going off-topic here) final seasons and specifically the endings are hard, and the more we love the story, the more we love and connect with the characters, the harder those endings hit and the more difficult it is for them to be truly satisfying. I got into one show a few months back (as in podcast), and I fell in love with it so much and especially fell in love with two main characters who are also in love with each other. They became my number one favorite OTP (kid you not, even more than Kim and Jimmy, which surprised me.) I'm close to the final season and the anxiety levels I have about this and the actual finale are going through the roof. I've never actually talked about this, but I do worry. What if they destroy my boys? What if the whole thing ends up in a big tragedy and that is it? What if it's never gonna be okay? What if the final episodes are just... bad? It's been STELLAR so far but I know how shows in their final seasons can get.

Like, so far I can name only two shows whose finales really, fully satisfied me, and the others were either just plain awful, or sort of okay-ish, but I have my issues with them (BCS is the latter.)

Anyway, sorry for this rant and I would really love to hear your thoughts about Kim (that is, when your wrist is doing okay and fully healed.) Btw, you can call me Ellie!

ELLIE!!! omg it makes me so happy to be able to use your name because i have been too shy ALL these many months to ask what you like to be called?! HI! ILU!!! and i always love your long messages, rants or otherwise! my hand/wrist are healing a bit and not as painful, though i'm still trying to be careful, thank you for asking! <3

i have had many emotionally overwrought private discussions about kim and the way she was ultimately treated, and it's a couple of mutuals who have had me wanting to mull it over and work through it a bit more recently too, because they've expressed some thoughtful criticisms that have hit me hard.

it's curious, because i think we maybe had a bit of an emotionally shell-shocked reaction to the amount of things they threw at us in S6B, and while i did express some feelings of hurt/being disconcerted at the time, it has also gotten worse for me the further we've gotten from the show. they tried, but they also kind of...didn't?...and it leaves us in this odd liminal space where it feels like they 1. were painted into a corner because of brba and could not find a creative way around that; 2. they forgot the key principles that the show was built upon because they, at that last hour, prioritized plot over character; 3. they wanted to have their cake and eat it too by serving us both wrenching tragedy and some sense of hope, so ended up with a lukewarm mix of both while not entirely serving either.

i'm going to quote @boboodenkirk because she wrote such astute replies that i don't think i can phrase it better, i hope she doesn't mind (bold is mine): "as for me i guess at first i felt such need for comfort from the show, that i just tried so hard to find the good and forget the bad about 6b. i liked the ending at first because from 609 on i'd been feeling like every new ep was…painful for pain's sake. the breakup was so messy and rushed, 611 to me felt like "propaganda" trying to convince you jimmy's a monster, 612 was heartbreaking, so i guess 613 at first felt like breathing again. but then i look back at it from a "safer" distance. and i realized that there were to many things that just seemed rushed, forced and contradictory to me. and as you said, as time passes, the feeling of disappointment just gets more and more intrusive. maybe i'll try and voice them? you've got a break up that somehow doesn't sit well with me, maybe because it was too abrupt, maybe because parts of the script in 609 just seemed a bit… melodramatic. but i could accept it, i guess, if that was kim running away from herself as fast as she could…but the divorce scene? that is angst p*rn ffs. why would she stick around? why would he "become saul" so quickly? i know this is my personal taste, but still…it feels different and worse. which brings me to the characters arcs being suddenly dictated by the plot and not vice versa. after the messy and rushed breakup (followed by a divorce scene that just seemed a bit sadistic), you've got them trying and trying to paint jimmy as THE villain. don't get me wrong, saul is awful and did plenty wrong, but this universe was never about balancing morality and choices with the justice system. it was about balancing those choices with yourself those you love, and those you hurt. in my eyes, they went on a mission to demonize jimmy so you'd feel okay with him being 86 years in prison. but i don't. the rampage he goes into after kim's phonecall makes absolutely no sense to me, because that's not him. they made him worse and worse and i think it was just so that his final good deed would look "cooler". while kim? kim annihilated herself. and 612 is another perfect example of pain for pain's sake. and instead of, dunno, having her trying to figure out how much she's """responsible""" for jimmy's becoming the worst version of himself (which is something i'd have loved to see) and dealing with guilt, vince said hey!!! let's make her bf a misogynistic asshole but somehow funny!!! let's turn doubtful consensual sex into a meme!!! and, eventually, she almost felt like a means to an end. she was there so jimmy could "repent", but where was the depth of her new storyline? you can't show that level of complete and utter self loathing and sabotage and think that "yeah, but see? she's volunteering at a legal aid center now" will somehow be the right answer to all of the deep questions her annihilation raised." <- i legitimately feel like she plucked this from my brain.

one of my biggest problems was, and continues to be, the way they very quickly tore the characters apart and then tore them down, in a way that vilified one and utterly destroyed another, for...misery? to prove a point about morality? part of the strength and even genius of these shows was that they never moralized AT us, they were so brilliant and intelligent and challenged us without talking down to us in regards to the justice system, in regards to human failings, in the deep, murky gray of destructive choices and hurt/harm and the interplay of that with empathetic connection, and how those terrible actions and downfalls happened, and what the legacy left in the wake of that was. where the humanity could possibly remain. how "justice" doesn't necessarily lie in a system, and isn't equated to revenge. how certain amends can never be made, but where the decisions lie within that tragedy, and what one can do (if anything) to change, to look at those shifting sands and make something of them. it's why the end of breaking bad works so well - there is no absolution for anyone, but there is the heavy consequence and the hope of slowly building something else.

they were aiming for that in a way with bcs, but it didn't quite get there. all of us know logically that hope is absent in those 86 years, but we keep trying to convince ourselves it's there and a release is possible. we get hardly anything with kim because she is utterly stripped of her agency and her strength and she barely speaks. (as i've said, it's beyond my understanding why kim doesn't even get a flashback when she is literally the center for jimmy. we get those scenes between all the main men that verge on the cynical and yet...nothing with her to provide some realized meaning? really?) which is what makes her depressingly feel like a means to an end - they built up this incredible, empowering female character only to CRUSH her, force her to annihilate herself and run from everything she was, surrender her agency (which was the key to her character's existence), and never return any of her power to her. she's left to her silence and her paralyzed inability to decide anything and then to jimmy's whims - even though what jimmy conclusively does is for her and a kind of reclamation, she has no say in the matter, no ability to affect it. she's barely recognizable, but in a way that doesn't work for me. it just...it makes me ache a bit that such a brilliant, wonderful, complex female character was diminished in such a staggering way. that she's basically a plot device, when she was NEVER that. her existence boils down to being the catalyst, abandoning jimmy to force him into the final descent of becoming saul, and then having no power or arc of her own to lead to the ending. she deserved to be more than a ghost. she deserved to be an active participant, like she always was. and i can't get over the fact that it feels like a uniquely female punishment, to silence and make her smaller the way that they did.

It truly seems like Kim became the ghost of her former self, like she is gone and I don't know if she's ever coming back. I'm happy that both her and Jimmy are alive and, who knows, maybe they have a shot at rebuilding their relationship, maybe Kim will become a lawyer once again, maybe she'll find herself and shine in her true light, but we will never know. I just want her to come back. I just want her to become brilliant and dedicated and passionate and larger than life again, she's honestly one of my two MOST beloveds female characters EVER, and thinking about her arc and how she appeared in Waterworks especially makes me sad. <- you also could've taken this directly from my thoughts. :(

endings ARE very hard, no doubt! and i have immense respect and regard for vince and peter and these actors and this creative team, and deep, abiding love for this show, which is another thing that's made it hard to criticize. it's not a violent shock and horrific wound in the way certain other endings have been (you KNOW what i'm referring to). it's difficult to get a story to a right and fulfilling conclusion - i can think of a handful of shows that managed it and all are shining little exceptions to the rule (ironically, i still maintain brba is undoubtedly one). far more often, they're either disappointing, saddening, or utterly ruinous. it's challenging to get them just right, and maybe it's nearly impossible to satisfy everyone when our connections to stories are so subjective. sometimes we're forced to accept sort of okay-ish because at least it's better than irreconcilable pain and destruction, but i feel like we still have the right to criticize things that don't ultimately sit well with us. it's been harder for me to process with bcs because i did trust peter and vince so much and it was hard to realize how let down i felt, and because i just wanted to cling to the comfort i got from the show and the way i loved it, but the more i've stayed quiet, the more discomfited i've been and that hurt has festered a bit.

the more we love and connect with the characters, the harder those endings hit and the more difficult it is for them to be truly satisfying. agreed.

never apologize for your thoughts and rants! tbh i could talk about kim forever, and despite what happened, it doesn't take away how vitally important she is to me. i truly hope your show ends well and is satisfying and doesn't take anything away from the characters you love. let me know!!! *hugs you tight* 💙💙💙

[life-in-the-monster-haus]

Stop trying to start shit with me.

This is what I was referring to: “your opinion sucks and you should feel bad for even having it” can be paraphrased to “you’re a bad person”. That is the tone of this reply.

I even said in the original ask that you brought up good points (as well as ca cupid) but that apparently isn’t good enough for you.

You are clearly trying to start shit with me and my mutual (searching her blog for anything mentioning you) and I won’t stand for it.

Act. Grown.

You're the one who spoke about me first my dude. Don't come for me and I won't send for you.

I know exactly what you're referring too, NOTICE how that does not say "you're a bad person" Telling someone that their opinion is bad if it is, is not the same thing as saying THEY are bad.

Don't quote me if you're not actually going to quote me. Do you know how quotes work? you POSTED what I said, which was: "you're opinion is trash and you should feel bad. I know you don't but you should" that is a QUOTE, which is exactly what I said. what YOU did was paraphrase me - which is taking what I said and applying your OWN context. and the context YOU added is 1000X worse than what I said and is disingenuous. - or straight up lying in layman's terms since you don't seem to have a solid grasp on what words mean.

If I wanted to call your pal a bad person, I would have- I'm not shy about it, I have no problem telling someone when they are fucking up... @monsterhighfansite IS actually a bad person and I hope they know it. they're narrow minded, shameless & fatphobic and they have no business in the Monster High tag where kids can see and internalize their Bullshit.

Your pal was just wrong and it's okay to be wrong! we're ALL wrong about some topic at some point in our lives, no one is infallible.

I also apologized to your Pal but apparently that wasn't enough for you. I'm the first to admit when I'm wrong, I did it twice.

Your pal posts like once a day, there isn't much to search though. it's on the front page, MAYBE page 2. WHY would I start shit with your mutual? what do I gain by picking on some rando? absolutely nothing. Your pal posted some fatphobic content, I corrected her, that SHOULD have been the end of it...but then you had to say something.

You can't slander someone then be shocked when they come for you. That's internet arguments 101. If you say something expect something back.

Act like you got some sense.

[tteokggukk]

welcome to my youtube channel → kth

✳ pairing: idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

✳ genre: fluff, taehyung scenario, stranger to lovers, reader is an artist who posts art videos on youtube

✳ warnings: none!

✳ words: 2.9k

✳ a/n: hello, this is my second bts oneshot/scenario. i just like to write for fun but if you’d like to let me know if there’s anything i can improve on please do so! i’d love to know how to improve. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

You spoke in front of the camera. Sets of acrylic paint were spread out across the table next to a stand that held an 18x24 inch canvas. You were in the middle of making your seventeenth video, a highly requested one at that, and deep down you were ecstatic to start working on the painting.

Never in your life did you think you would ever start a YouTube account. You always considered yourself a very shy and private person, not one to go out of their way and broadcast themselves all over the internet. Your best friends, however, were two very well-known YouTubers and always found a way to include you in their videos and live streams. Somehow people liked seeing more of you, and so you were convinced by your best friends and the audience to start your own YouTube channel.

But you weren't very accustomed to bringing a camera everywhere with you to document and share whatever was happening in your daily life, you found it too awkward and you were still camera-shy, so you decided to create content in a way that would still keep you comfortable while doing something you loved.

An art channel.

Your channel blew up pretty fast. Requests started pouring in here and there. You became known for your very calm demeanor and artistic skills, so you took this as an opportunity to sell your works online as a way to earn some extra money for your future. Occasionally, you'd do lives to talk to your fans and you were happy at the support they showed you, which only encouraged you to keep making videos.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started," you told the camera, mentally telling yourself to insert the comments and messages you got in your DMs to paint this Adonis-like human being. The requests started coming in after you had an Instagram live where you did some quick sketches while playing some of your favorite songs in the back, and people noticed one of the songs you played was by him.

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand"," you spoke, adding air quotes, "I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

You started mixing different colors in your palette and showed everyone the picture for your reference.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

Taehyung watched as you spoke in the video, looking behind you to see a bunch of art materials. The title of the video was left ambiguously, only being named most requested video, leaving him no clue on what it was you were going to create this time.

He's been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he'd subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting.

Because of your channel, he even created an anonymous YouTube account just to leave nice comments on your videos along with a private Instagram account to be able to watch your lives.

Needless to say, he didn't miss that one live where you played the song Winter Bear. It made his whole night, making him sleep with a smile on his face.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started." 

He watched as a bunch of comments started appearing onscreen popping up one by one as they gradually got faster, eventually covering you. It took a moment before it sunk in that he was the highly requested person they wanted you to paint. He paused the video, wide-eyed, before shouting in excitement. Jimin had to come in and check what the whole commotion was about.

"Y/n's going to paint me!" Taehyung exclaimed, his mouth turning into his famous boxy smile. 

"Ah, the YouTuber you really like?" Jimin smiles before sitting down next to Taehyung who continued playing the video, "I wanna see."

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand", I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

"Wow, she seems really kind," Jimin says, while Taehyung only nods, his eyes glued to the screen.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

He felt his heart beat fast when you mentioned his name, and without realizing it his ears have gone all red. 

On screen, you began sketching, "You guys have also been sending me a lot of questions lately, which is why I decided to tweet about doing a q&a."

"What questions did you ask?" Jimin asked Taehyung.

"I asked her if being an artist is something she'd like to pursue," Taehyung told him.

"Ooooh, trying to get to know her," Jimin teases, "Our little Taehyungie has a celebrity crush."

Taehyung rolls his eyes but breaks out into a grin anyway, "I just respect her artistry."

"Right, okay," Jimin snickers, obviously not buying it.

Taehyung knew he was telling the truth, though. It was impossible to have feelings for someone who you only knew through a screen. He found you attractive for sure, but he of all people would know that almost no one is completely one-hundred percent themselves on screen. Genuine as you may be, there are still things that are best kept to yourself. He couldn’t lie though, if given the chance to get to know you, he’d never pass up on that offer.

"Someone asked why I don't use that much ready-made paint," You spoke on screen, "It's ‘cause I learn a lot from mixing my own colors, and also I just really enjoy it."

The painting was beginning to come together halfway through the video and Taehyung's question finally made its way to you. "Kimyeontan95 asks, ‘is painting a career you want to pursue? I love your work, by the way’."

"That was basically I love you," Jimin holds back a laugh, earning him a light punch in the arm from Taehyung.

"Thank you so much, kimyeontan95, and no, painting is just a hobby of mine and a way to earn some future savings. I actually really want to be a novelist."

Taehyung smiled after hearing you answer his question. Later on, the video was over and his portrait was complete. He hurriedly redirected himself to the link that was provided for the auction.

Something in him wanted to have that painting no matter what, so he set himself as the highest bidder and eventually had it mailed to his home where he put your work up in his room to cherish.

A day after your video was posted, you woke up to a thousand notifications from your phone. Hundreds of people were mentioning you in tweets and you had numerous missed calls from your best friends and some texts telling you to check your online art shop. You groggily scroll through your feed, a bit confused as to what was happening.

I wanted to buy this painting and I had it in my list, but now it's unavailable!

Y'ALL WHAT RICH KID SET THE HIGHEST BID TO A MILLION DOLLARS IM CRYING

@yourtwittername are you planning to sell a new collection?

a million dollar bid wtf swownwowksodiowl

Someone just bought all of @yourtwitterusername's paintings. I'm crying in broke eye—

but like what if taehyung set that bid? @yourtwitterusername

What?

I just woke up and my mentions are pouring. What is going on? You tweeted.

Thousands of replies began coming in leaving you feeling overwhelmed and confused on where to start. Everyone was telling you to check your site, and so you did. You felt your heart almost stop beating when you saw that every single artwork you had up for sale were sold out. Nothing was left behind. You checked your emails, and the confirmations were there.

How could this have happened overnight?

ALL MY WORKS ARE SOLD OUT?!?!?!?? WHO COULDVE DONET THIS??? You tweeted, hands shaking.

You felt your heart race, a wide grin that could go even wider if possible was plastered on your face. You tried to stop yourself from screaming in excitement but couldn't so you ended up jumping up and down and doing happy dances before calming down to assess the situation. Finally, you sat down in front of your laptop to see where all your works were being shipped to.

Replies started coming in.

CONGRATS YOU FIGURED IT OUT

WILL U RESTOCK

AHSKWJOA CONGRATS BB

I'M SO HAPPY FOR U

BUT Y/N WHO BOUGHT THEM ALL

Checking your emails, you discover that your art works were all bought by one person. Anonymous. There was no name and someone requested to have their personal information redacted. 

Anonymous? Surely this wasn't a joke?

The person kept their name anonymous. You tweeted and muted the notifications just to allow yourself to focus on finding out who it was that bought everything.

At the bottom of all the removed personal information, there was one username that you were sure you've heard or seen somewhere.

@ Kimyeontan95. 

Underneath the username was a short but sincere message.

"Your videos have always helped me wind down after a long, busy day. I can't express how much you inspire me with your talent and how I wish someday you'd teach me to be half as good as you, as I'm not very gifted in the painting department. I admire how you put your gifts into good things, and I very much idolize you in one way or another. This is just a small way of showing my support for you, but also because all your works are amazing and I'd love to have a small room filled with my favorite art works. I look forward to reading works of yours soon, future novelist.”

Feeling the heat creeping up on your cheeks, you smiled to yourself. The letter was definitely heartfelt and you wanted so badly to thank the person who sent it.

Later that afternoon, you decided to go on live to personally thank the anonymous buyer for buying your works and for sending that wonderful note. You fixed yourself up a little bit and pressed live as thousands of your followers began to tune in.

"Hello, everyone," you greeted, smiling. Replies with greetings started coming in and you couldn't help but chuckle at the eager messages your followers were sending. They truly made you happy.

As expected, several questions began pouring in.

"Right, so, I wanted to do this live because of what happened. As you may have noticed, all my works were suddenly sold out which definitely took me by surprise," you started, "Unfortunately the buyer left everything anonymous. They only left what I assume is a username and a short letter, which I will keep to myself for personal reasons."

@follower1WHAT

@follower2 will you keep selling your works?

@follower3 THATS SUCH A SWEET GESTURE THO OMG/

@follower4 am I the only one who thinks a secret admirer bought it

@follower5 check my YouTube channel I made a theory on who bought her works

@follower6 i rlly think it's taehyung

@follower7 I’'m so proud of you :(((

"If the person who bought all of my paintings is watching this, I really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate the letter as well, you've honestly made me the happiest person on Earth," you smiled.

@follower8 AWWWWW

@follower9 ANON COME OUT

@follower10 i really wanna know what the letter says

@ Kimyeontan95 I'm glad :)

Your heart stopped at one of the replies. You took your phone immediately from its fixed position with wide eyes and began scrolling up fast because of the immediate replies coming in. Wasn't that the username?

@follower11 what's going on?

@follower12 y/n are you okay?

You could no longer find the reply so you set your phone down, fixing it back in place.

"For a second I thought the person who bought it was watching my live," you sighed and smiled nervously, "So anyways— I'd really love to express my gratitude so if they're watching, please contact me. I can't say thank you en—"

Suddenly the replies were frantic. People were sending keyboard smashes here and there. Only a few of them were actual coherent comments. "What is going on?" You asked as you began scrolling through.

@follower13 Y/N CHECK VLIVE

@follower14 TaEHYUNF IS ON LIVE

@follower15 I kNEW IT THOUGH???

@follower16 Y/N CHECK TAEHYUNGS LIVE

@follower5 Y'ALL I WAS RIGHT I SAID CHECK MY YT

Keeping your live on, you grabbed your laptop as fast as you could to check out the links being sent to your live. When it finally loaded, you could've sworn you'd have a heart attack. 

"Oh, I think she's watching me," Taehyung grinned through his live, holding his phone in front of the camera. He quickly shows the viewers his phone screen, which showed your live of you watching him through your laptop. Your eyes widened and you looked back at your phone camera that was broadcasting your live, then back at his live.

Taehyung started giggling, "I guess we're just watching each other, huh?" He smiled. Behind him were packed and unpacked parcels of paintings you recognized were yours. If it was even possible, your eyes grew even wider at this, "Oh my god," you breathed out.

"I should probably introduce myself," Taehyung spoke, "Hello everyone, I'm Kim Taehyung. How are you all doing? Today I’m planning on redecorating my room after our practice. What are the packages behind me? Oh, these are paintings I recently bought."

"Are those my paintings?" You asked out loud, though you knew the answer. 

"Are those my paintings?" Your voice echoed from Taehyung's broadcast as your live was streaming from his phone. He grinned sheepishly, "Yes, these are your works, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," You smiled, "You were the buyer?" 

You mentally slapped yourself for asking such obvious questions, but you just couldn't believe everything that was happening now.

"Yes," he chuckles, "I really love your paintings." Suddenly the sound of Jimin’s voice echoed from behind and Taehyung quickly stood up to lock the door, knowing he’d get the teasing of a lifetime if Jimin came and saw him talking to you.

"Thank you so much, I—" Your voice began to crack and your eyes welled with tears that you tried to fight back, "I really appreciate it. And the letter, that was really sweet."

"No, thank you. Wait, don't cry—" Taehyung spoke nervously.

"I'm just so happy," You laughed while wiping the tears off.

The replies from both ends were coming in like crazy. On one hand, majority of everyone watching found the whole scenario cute and started pairing you two out of nowhere, though there were a few haters on the other. It didn't really bother you, you were just so happy someone you idolized noticed your work.

"I'm glad," he was watching you with a fond smile through his phone, then the sound of the Jin’s voice began coming from outside Taehyung’s room, "Sorry for this sudden grand reveal. I really can't stay on live for too long but I'd love to keep talking to you." He spoke.

"Oh no, that's okay," You spoke fast.

"Do you mind if I send you a message? Assuming you already know the username," he asks.

"No not at all, I'd love to keep talking as well," your heart was beating erratically now. You didn't have to see your face to know how red it was becoming.

"Alright, great. Um, before I end this vlive I just wanna say you're a great artist and to all my viewers watching this, please support y/n's artworks and her channel! If I see any negative comments, I'll be taking responsibility and I'll unfortunately have my agency involved in taking those out," he spoke in a commercial tone kind of voice, "And to y/n, I'll be keeping in touch.” The door from behind him suddenly bursts open and Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook rush inside.

“You were talking to her!” Jimin shouts excitedly.

“Finally!” Jungkook claps.

“Is that why you kept the door locked?” Jin teases.

“Bye, everyone!" Taehyung quickly waves goodbye to the camera and smiles before turning the broadcast off. 

You sat there stunned, almost forgetting you were also on live. You turned to your phone which was still recording you, "That was unexpected."

Suddenly, a notification in your DMs popped up. "I'll go ahead and process everything that just happened now, bye guys! See you in my next video." You ended the live with a wave and smile.

You quickly went into your direct messages and found the same username, Kimyeontan95. You opened it and found a picture of Taehyung holding one of your paintings with a peace sign on his other hand, the other members behind him posing with your other works, making you laugh.

Your heart fluttered at the message below the picture.

I hope this isn't too sudden, but would you like to go out with me sometime?

a/n: hello! if you finished it, thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it hehe. i think i’m gonna keep posting the stuff i write bc i have so many ideas for the other members as well. also this is fun hehe. if you wanna read my other work, let’s fall in love for the night, ← here’s a link! thanks again for reading and please look forward to my future writing/edits.

[random-french-girl]

Leah and Rachel for the brotp ask please

Thank you Anon! <3

What in-jokes do they have with each other?

Probably a lot of jokes around mental health, rip. They’ll randomly quote “I’M nOt FuCkInG CrAzY” at each other. Their therapists post-experiment are probably somewhat concerned.

Are they the “I’ll pay this time if you pay next time”-type friends, or the “I’ll pay for my food and you’ll pay for yours”-type friends?

Can be either, but Rachel doesn’t like improvising all that much, so they usually agree in advance re: who’s paying. 

Who’s more prone to pranking, or otherwise messing with, the other?

Leah doesn’t really do pranks. Rachel doesn’t either, except it’s really funny to mess with Leah. Her favorite pranks post-island involve her prosthesis. Somehow, Leah keeps forgetting not to ask Rachel to “give her a hand”, and really, how can Rachel resist.

How do they text/message each other? Proper punctuation and capital letters, egregious overuse of emojis, mostly in meme format…?

Proper punctuation and spelling in general, though they for sure use emojis. 

Do they exchange jokey birthday presents, or deeply thought-out and meaningful presents? Or both?

Leah’s gifts are always very intense and a tad dramatic but very thoughtful - here’s a framed picture of us sitting together at a cafe after we won the trial, here’s a mixtape of songs that remind me of you, here’s an obscure French movie I think you’d really like because of One Specific Scene. Rachel gives Leah a lot of art to decorate her dorm room/apartment, she really gets Leah’s aesthetic, even though she makes fun of it constantly. (”I don’t know why you keep calling me a hipster when half of the decorations on my walls comes from you,” Leah protests, once. “i’m an enabler,” Rachel replies, “it’s different.”)

They go on a road trip together. Who drives, who picks the music, who’s in charge of snacks?

Rachel drives at first, but Leah is a terrible co-pilot (easily distracted, very fidgety, constant chatter that grates on Rachel’s nerves), so halfway through (and after numerous fights involving missed exits) they switch. It’s a much better fit: Leah gets to focus on the task at hand, Rachel gets to give her directions. They actually listen to a podcast together - non-fiction - and get really into it. Rachel picks the snacks - a very healthy selection, but she does get Leah an extravagant Starbucks drink, so Leah doesn’t whine too much. 

What do they think of each other’s family?

They’re fine with each other’s parents, though critical of the way they handled their respective daughters’ mental health crises...  

Do they have any nicknames for each other?

Idiot (affectionate). Asshole (complimentary). Genius (derogatory... or is it?). If Rachel ever calls her “Rilke”, Leah knows she’s in trouble.

Who’d be the first to try and patch things up if they had a fight?

Leah apologizes first usually, she’s trying to be better at handling conflict, and she’s a bit afraid of pushing people away. But Rachel always reassures her that it’s not going to happen, no matter how much they fight. 

One of their phones goes off in the middle of the night. Who’s calling whom, and why?

Leah is having an existential crisis. Or a panic attack. Or both. Rachel is always happy to talk. 

What’s their favourite funny story about something that happened to the two of them?

That one time they physically fought over Jeff’s book... it’s funny now.

Would they do a joint cosplay? If so, who would they dress up as?

Not really their thing. 

Do they have any TV shows that they watch together? Are there any shows they have wildly different opinions on?

Rachel gets Leah into cartoons, and they end up binge-watching ATLA together. A rare instance in which they have the exact same opinions about everything. 

Which one is the “fight me” friend and which one is the one who tries to keep the peace and prevent their friend from punching a total stranger?

It might look like Rachel is the “fight me” friend, but it’s totally Leah. Then again, sometimes they’re BOTH the “fight me” friend, in the sense that they are fighting each other. (It’s mostly for fun, but nobody else in the bar knows this, which is how an unamused Dot and a VERY amused Fatin end up having to bail them out of the station one night.)

One of them comes up with an ill-advised but mostly harmless idea. Does the other one egg them on because they think it’ll be funny, or try and talk them out of it?

A dialogue that happens daily: Leah: I have an idea! Rachel: No. Leah: But I haven’t told you anything about it yet :( Rachel: Did I stutter? 

Who would win if they arm-wrestled?

Rachel, obviously. 

Who’s better at what type of video games, and how competitive are they when they play together?

Also Rachel, though Leah is competitive and surprisingly good at first person shooter games.

One of them ends up in hospital for something serious but not life-threatening. What does the other bring along when they visit in order to cheer them up?

Leah brings her pretty flowers and a very kind, well-written card, and absolutely no food, because she knows it still stresses Rachel out, sometimes, especially in a hospital context. She also brings a deck of cards, and sits on Rachel’s bed so they can play Go Fish, and she lets Rachel win every single time. 

How huggy are they?

They’re a bit shy with hugging at first, but they get progressively more comfortable with it. After the island, they always greet each other with a hug. 

What was the moment when they first realized that they’d become friends?

That night talk on the beach after their expedition up the mountain. Though there are plenty of ups and downs in their friendship afterwards...

[forsworned]

[✩] collegeau!anonymous admirer. {moniwa kaname x reader}

Genre: Fluff

Categories: F/M

Relationships: Moniwa Kaname/Reader

Word count: 1,412

a/n: hello dropping another oldie while i work on request, should b a student genya x reader that i got from ao3 but just a reminder that i don't do underage nsfw or anything nsfw or sexy themed cuz that's extremely weird, but if you wanna drop a request in my inbox please b sure to read my faq thanx

Every morning you'd wake up and check your tumblr to have a little message in your inbox from the seemingly same anon with a cute pick-up line. At first you thought that maybe you had reblogged something along the lines of "fill my ask", but it started to become a routine. It was never anything raunchy or lewd, just cheesy, cute one-liners that'd make you smile to yourself. Though, you had really appreciate whoever was sending them to you, you were starting to get really curious. Who could they be? Someone thousands of miles away or just around your area? It was hard to decide. You sighed as you shut down your laptop and slid it under your bed. You really shouldn't have been on your laptop at such a late hour. Finals week started tomorrow and you were beyond nervous. Sure you had studied but you always felt a bit on the edge during these five days. The thought of your anonymous admirer was the last thing on your mind before you drifted off to sleep. At least, they'll keep me positive throughout the week.

But you were wrong. It had been five days. Five days your inbox had been empty. Five days since they had last messaged you and you were actually beginning to feel a bit upset. Had something happened to them? Had you reblogged or posted something that they found offensive and possibly unfollowed you for it? You let out a groan as you spread your arms across your mattress and lay flat against your back. At least finals week was finally over and you could relax. Your phone made a small noise and you reached over your dresser to check whatever the notification you had just received. You almost jumped for joy when you had saw that you got a message on tumblr. Quickly logging on from your laptop, you clicked on your inbox, though it had a similar choice in pick-up lines it wasn't your typical anon. It was... "k-name?" You voiced aloud as your face scrunched in confusion. But then it hit you. You could finally find out who your anon admirer was! Your heart raced as you clicked on the icon and revealed the mystery person's blog. There wasn't much information, just a small quote on the bio: "Forever an Iron Wall" Hmm... That sounded a bit familiar. As you racked your brain for something that could connect to the quote, you hovered over the links and found the appearance link. Jackpot. Hurriedly, you had clicked on it but it was as if your laptop sensed your urgency and wanted to fuck with you because it was loading insanely slow. "C'mon you slow piece of shit." You muttered to yourself. A few agonizingly slow moments later, the page had finally loaded and your mouth dropped as you laid eyes on him. "Mo-moniwa Kaname?!" You exclaimed. Your face nearly burst into flames as you threw yourself back onto your bed and raked your hands through your hair, shaking your head in disbelief. No way, it just couldn't be him. You were dreaming. Getting back up again you scrolled through the many photos he had posted. Most of them with his teammates and some shots of him throwing the ball up into the air.  Moniwa had been someone you admired from afar. His spirit and gentle personality is what attracted you to him, but being the shy person you were, you never approached him. You went back to your inbox and read over the pick-up line. How was heaven when you left it? And there is was again, that overwhelming feeling in the pit of your stomach whenever you saw him or were anywhere around him. How would you even begin to reply? You fingers hesitated over your keyboard before you hastily replied. Heaven is anywhere you are You slightly cringed at how cliche that sounded, but as you tried to click on the text box to undo it your mousepad had acted a bit out of sorts and pressed on the answer privately button. Oh shit. "NO!" You exclaimed, as you slapped your face and fell onto your side. What have you done?! Now you really ruined any chance you possibly had with your crush. That night it was safe to say that you didn't get much of any sleep.

- - -

Waking up you felt as if you hadn't even fallen asleep at all. Your mind was murky as you washed up, dressed and got onto your campus shuttle. As you plopped onto the seat, you let out a small groan as your threw you head back and stared up at the ceiling of the moving train. "No sleep?" The voice resonated in your ears and you took a moment before you turned to the stranger. Though your reaction was delayed, you could barely believe who was seated right next to you at that very moment. "Mo-moniwa-san?!" You near shrieked, as you stood up straight and looked at him with ample eyes. His cheeks were tinged a rosy hue as he bit back a laugh. You turned a few grouchy college student heads due to your random outburst and you sulked a bit as you felt your cheeks warm. "I-I mean, weird seeing you here..." "Really? We've been riding the same train for the past three months." He replied. Your attention now fully on him as he looked down at the floor, expression slightly saddened. Had it upset him that you never noticed him on the same train as you?  Well, of course you idiot. Who wouldn't be upset? He laughed a bit as he looked out the train window and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. "I mean, I guess that makes sense since I'm probably overshadowed by much better looking guys." He sighed and rest his palm on his chin as he wandered through his thoughts. "That's ridiculous." You said a bit too quickly. His feline like eyes shifted towards you and you gulped a bit as you continued on. The morning sunlight shone on his form, giving him a celestial glow and your lips parted in as you gawked at him in pure awe. Your mouth moving with your mind. "Heaven is anywhere with you." His breath seized as he realized what you had spoken and you clamped your mouth shut. The train had come to a stop and you grabbed your belongings and rushed through the doors. Shit. Shit. Shit.  Had you really just fucking said that?! A far but audible, "hey!" could be heard though you didn't stop. A hand on your shoulder had given you quite a fright as your whole body tensed. Damn, you thought you had outrun him... "Hey..." He breathed out. You turned around seeing Moniwa out of breath, body slumped over as he let his arms fall to his side. "Jeez you run quick."  He straightened up with one eye squinting as he looked up at you, as the sun beat down on him.  "Aren't you part of the volleyball team?" You blurted. He chuckled. "Used to be. I'm getting out of shape. But damn, this is just ridiculous..." He mumbled the last part as he felt himself starting to regain his composure. "What you said earlier though," The blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt yourself shift uncomfortably under his gaze. "Uh, u-um--you started it with the cheesy, cute pick-up lines! And then you stopped for five days and it--damn it--was surprisingly pretty hard getting through finals week without having you send a dumb one-liner. I mean, at least I had something to look forward to."  His eyebrows raised and his mouth open ready to utter a word, though he's speechless. Had he really developed that affect on you? "But--but they were so terrible I thought I--" You nervously scratched your cheek. "Well, yeah, but I really liked them. It made sense though, why you stopped. Our finals meant a lot more than just a meaningless message a day. I'll just be going now." You finalized and began to walk toward your campus, but he caught your wrist in time and you turned to meet his gaze.  "You don't mean that." He spoke. "I don't." You replied, not bothering to hide your smile. A small pause before you spoke up again. "Let's talk about it over coffee, yeah?"

A large grin now on his face as he nodded. "I'd like that."

[jrueships]

Seeing as there’s FIVE wizards fans on this app/the whole WORLD 😭 please talk about the wizards players even tho we know nothing about any of them 😭 I just need to make sure that I’m not the only person who knows and cares about this team 🥴

THE WHOLE WORLD HELP WJDBS but YES I will be the one to feed us. Since our broke ass team DOESNT WANT TO 😭😭 but let's get right to it!!! PT 1.... I CANT FIT ANYMORE IMAGES

Robin Lopez, # 15

- if he sees a mascot, it's on sight

- insane

- is actually a softie BUT DONT TELL ANYONE!!!

- likes snow <3

- fights his own shadow

- 7 feet.

- the wizards' personal adopted deranged hobo that russ is still struggling to teach manners to

Thomas Bryant, # 13

- a giant teddy bear (he is the one dancing above ^)

- will take any opportunity to ✨ d a n c e ✨

- rui's bestie!! And OG anunoby's college bestie!

- a very positive person. Happy practically 24/7. Says dumb motivational quotes randomly. A literal motivational cat poster as a human

- interacts with his community a lot!!! Loves his college

- a little stupid but doing his best!!! Likes to make people laugh!

Isaac Bonga, #17

- from Germany. originally signed to lakers as discount Giannis but lakers too impatient to wait for him to turn into discount giannis so he is a wizard now <3

- is a lot like giannis but 6'8 and more cringe

- looks like he is 100. Acts like he is ten

- learned English by watching memes. Could only reply to things via memes for a while. Cheesy humor fits in perfect with the wizards!!

- bought a really expensive modern house. Regrets it. Calls his teammates a lot because he is lonely and his house is big and scary

- wants to be a fuckboy so bad

- unironically quotes dead memes 24/7. Wizards unironically find it funny

Ishmael (Ish) Smith, #14

- milf

- his first Twitter post is about getting hacked (is not good with technology)

- the sweetest man. Will laugh at all your jokes. Takes rookies under his wings

- gives off youth pastor trying to be hip vibes

- a nerdier, dorkier version of lou will but the unstoppable hobo he has to control is Robin Lopez instead of pat bev

- will carry all the cool rocks you found at the beach for you even tho they are smelly and sandy

- just a pleasant man overall

Daniel Gafford, #21

- was/wanted to be in marching band but was so tall that he stuck out too much and ruined the lineup aesthetic so he couldn't be in marching band LMAO

- used to be on the bulls. Bulls regret trading him (king)

- blocked zion two times!!!!

- John collins but if he was a band kid instead of a military kid

- family man! Posts pics of his dogs and his kids and his wife more than pics of himself

- a little dumb. Listens to loud people

- from Arkansas. Sounds like he is from Arkansas

Chandler Hutchison, #1 (THE 1ST IMAGE ISNT HIM. THATS CALEB. I ACCIDENTALLY CLICKED THE WRONG IMAGE IN MY GALLERY. BELOW IS HIM)

- very chill

- sees russ as a fashion model

- wants to be as fashionable as russ

- quietly wants to be cool

- a very routined kinda guy

- a big kinda texture guy with food!! Likes hot spicy puffy cheetos! Bradley gets them for him whenever he sees them because they're kinda rare

Rui Hachimura, 8

- bradley beal has made it his personal assignment to annoy this man 24/7 but rui is still unphased. Just very chill and cool

- anime lover. Reacts to all his fan art from Japan!

- afroasian, grew up as a mixed kid in Japan which was TUFF. People looked at him like he was an animal.

- but he still reps his hom! Very proud of his split heritage!!!

- loves his mom!!!!!

- one of the few actually cool people on the wizards LMAO

- brad embarrasses him everyday but rui supports him nonetheless

Deni avdija, #9

- from israel

- has a ton of supporters in israel

- they make up half the wizards comment section! It's really cute! They love him sm

- kinda quiet but actually funny

- shy

- went around to all the vets asking for advice

[shetiger]

The Emergency! Fandom Intro Meme

Rules: Not much to say here! Copy-paste this into a new post (and feel free to link back to this one if you’d like) and answer the questions as you see fit if you’d like to tell the rest of the fandom a bit more about yourself. This meme is generally tag-free and open to everyone who wants to do it (but feel free to informally tag people you’d like to know more about). You can tag your reply as “#E! intro meme” if you’d like.

How’d you find this show and the fandom? How long have you been here?  I watched it when I was a little kid, and it was my very favorite then. (I’m a year younger than the show.) About 5 years ago, I figured out it was on Netflix (boo that it’s gone now!) and realized I still absolutely loved the show. I poked my head into fandom, saw a few people, was too shy to interact much, and drifted away again. But then I noticed a few people writing my pairing, so, I’m back.

What made you stick around? I just love Johnny and Roy so much, and everyone I’ve met in fandom has been lovely!

Who’s your favorite character? Roy DeSoto. :D Don’t worry, I love Johnny to the ends of the earth, but Roy is my guy.

Are you a shipping kind of person? If yes, what are your favorite ships? Absolutely! I’m happy to read and write gen stories, but shipping is where my heart is. Johnny/Roy (and also Johnny/Roy/Joanne) is my ship, though I certainly have considered others. Different combos of Dixie, Kel, and Joe have a lot of material to work with.

Favorite moment/scene/quote? Yes, you can pick more than one. Aaaah! I could be here all day. There’s a tiny moment in Camera Bug that I’ve mentioned before, when Johnny accidentally smacks Roy with his camera, then immediately reaches out and touches Roy’s head in apology. I think it’s actually a blooper that stayed in, which makes it even sweeter to me, because it shows off Randy and Kevin’s wonderful friendship.

Do you have a favorite episode? Feel free to pick one per season if you can’t decide. Uh. There are a lot of them, but I’ll stick to The Promotion for right now. I just absolutely love the way Roy is torn between doing what he thinks is right for his family, and what he truly wants to do for himself. And on the other side of things, Johnny is trying so hard to do what he thinks is best for Roy, which is encouraging him to go for it, even though the idea of Roy leaving is completely gutting him. And then, Roy choosing to stay for Johnny (and himself) is just...ugh. Beautiful.

Most underrated character, either among the fandom or one the writers never utilized to their full potential? I do think he’s gaining traction in the fandom, but definitely Morton. As I rewatch the show I like him more and more all the time. They did a lot of really good things with him, but also some not so good things, and yes, it would have been nice if he’d had more good storylines.  And then also for myself, I hadn’t realized how much I love Captain Stanley. In a cast full of great voices, his is my very favorite. And mmm, the man is sexy when he’s in command of a scene!

One thing you’d have liked to see more (or less) of in the show? I would have liked if they’d spent more time showing us Roy and Johnny treating each other when they got hurt. They always tend to cut away to the hospital when it’s serious. Now, Roy hovering in the treatment room in Nuisance was lovely, but that was the exception, not the rule. From all of the ‘Johnny whump’ fic I’ve seen posted, I’d guess the fandom would have also liked more time spent on those moments. As far as less - less sirens. Oh, boy. Way less time spent on traveling to the scene with those sirens.

Do you have a fanwork recommendation for us? Fic, art, video, whatever? Everything by guardy and hitchcock_winter. If you're up for some gen angst, I adore Requiem by dee_ayy on AO3.

Any fanworks you’d like to see? I'd like to see the ones I've started finished. :D. Just, more Johnny/Roy in general. And some more Roy whump. Because Johnny can't have it all, can he?

Any favorite headcanons you’d like to tell us about? Johnny bought that damn house because he wanted Roy to have it. He just, you know, got caught up in things and went about it a little screwy.

Free space! Anything else you’d like to mention? I haven't tried to interact with any fandom in a really long time. Not in ten years, probably. And never on Tumblr. So I'm kind of fumbling my way through this and being super awkward. Please feel free to say hi/request fic/whatever!

Thanks @johnnys-green-pen for doing this!

[silverinia]

Writer prompt number 2? ;)

2. has a comment someone left on a fic of yours ever made you cry?

Oh, lots of times, actually. I've received the kindest, most thoughtful reviews over the years and I tend to tear up quite quickly when I'm alone. I cherish every single one of them. But there are a few that I really want to mention here because some reviews I got are just so moving to me that I find myself feeling like a toddler attempting to talk politics when I try to reply because I always doubt that I can really express my gratefulness for them. I've put them in categories because I can.

1. reviews that just make me feel like my writing might be a teeny tiny bit special

The @baranskini review is from Mark Me Yours, Maybe Forever, a smut fic that I wrote for and gifted to her after I lost a bet. A lot of my followers know that I've been her beta reader for a while now and that I obviously adore her fantastic writing, which is one of the reasons why I really value her opinion and feedback. The other reason is that she's become a dear friend of mine through the fandom. I love talking about fic ideas with her, she's so creative and quick-witted, and she and I have very similar understandings of Diane and Kurt. She's one of the most supportive and (even though she will deny it) kind people I know. She's one of those people who give you compliments that you will probably think about for the rest of your life, such as this review. I love her so much.

The review by Reader_88 is from Geborgenheit. For those who don't know, Reader_88 is one of the very, very few readers in this fandom who generally don't shy away from giving critical reviews. I personally think that their feedback is mostly constructive (though my own insecurities about posting my writing allows me to understand how other writers could take offense in their negative reviews) but say what you will about them, they ARE very honest, which is why a review like this from them pretty much feels like the highest approval I could have gotten.

The review from HSZ is from Geborgenheit, too. It's short but so meaningful that I still think about it a lot, because (1) the fact that they usually don't write reviews but felt compelled to reach out to me after they read this fic is such a big compliment, and (2)... what they said about this fic being one of the stories that mark you for life honestly left me speechless. It made me feel so proud of myself when I got it because wow, this one really stood out for them and honestly, how fucking kind.

2. reviews from people who understand my intention

I've been writing fanfiction for three years now and a lot of the stories I post are very dark. There has been negative feedback, reviewers expressing their disappointment about specific twists, people calling me cruel and my plot choices uncalled for, oblivious comments by readers who don't seem to care for the stories and keep insisting that I change a fic's outcome that I've been planning for years, tumblr anons who have been rude about a couple of subjects I write about, and others that used my angst record as an invitation to drop their very dark and triggering fanfic ideas in my ask box because they want gory and traumatizing fics.

Those things leave a mark, no matter how confident you are or how often you tell yourself that you only write for yourself and not for the approval of strangers.

But then there are reviews like the ones from Trinilynn, Billie and Britt. Reviews that remind you that this is worth it. People who show you that there's someone out there who understands your intention, who would never accuse you of exploiting the characters for a cheap shocker. You've never met these people, sometimes haven't even interacted with them online, but their reviews make you feel like you have some sort of (to quote Marissa Gold) Jedi-mind-shit connection.

Trinilynn's review is from Lilies and Gunpowder, the first fanfiction I ever wrote. I remember being so touched by this, it was the very first review that really made me feel seen, and I remember reading this over and over and just being so moved by it. It meant a lot, still does, but especially back then. I'm not joking when I say that I was ready to promise them my firstborn in that moment because I was just so grateful.

The other two are from Everything's gonna be alright, one by @billiezhang0909 and one by Britt.

Billie has become one of those people that already make my heart skip a beat the moment I get a review notification and just see her username. Every single review she writes is so thoughtful and heart-warming, obviously very carefully phrased and crafted (for real, you can see that she has a talent for drawing in the way she talks, every words is like a pencil mark, every thought like a different cross-hatch) and she is just so incredibly kind and sweet that it makes you feel like you don't even deserve that she's taking the time to talk to you. Her reviews mean the world and she's probably one of my favourite people in this fandom.

And then there's Britt's review. Britt has recently joined the fandom, read my unnecessarily sad fic and then proceeded to write a review in which she gave me a breathtaking compliment, a ton of sympathy and understanding and then finished by explaining grief in a way that would've made me cry if I hadn't already been crying. I completely adore this girl and I can't wait to read her McHart fics because if she managed to take me out like that in ten lines, Lord knows what she'll do to me with a full story.

3. personal reviews

And then there's personal reviews. I believe that personal reviews are both the rarest and the most rewarding kind of feedback you could get. They really show me that a story has moved the reviewer so much, that they were able to allow it in and let it unravel whatever pain or connection there might be. And it's one thing to be trusting enough to let it, it's a whole other thing though to have the bravery and strength to open up about it and let me know. There are reviews like this from people who know me, like @amphoraeimpetus (from EGBA) who's such a darling that the world won't ever come close to deserving her, and baranskini ([Alan Rickman voice] my love, always) (from Geborgenheit), and those from readers I don't think I've ever spoken to before, like cucumberbabie (Geborgenheit), Kunjuru (Lilies and Gunpowder) and the anonymous "ordinary reader" (also Geborgenheit). Honestly, no matter what happens to the show, the fandom, or my writing, those reviews and first and foremost, the people behind them, they really make it all worthwhile. I could never thank them enough for the way their words and support have touched me, but I hope that some of them might see this post and understand it anyway.

[neerons]

So I've re-read some of Shinonome's stories and i wondered if there was a scene where he directly told mc he loved her? If not tho, how come 😂

Not gonna lie, you really made me wonder if he ever told her “I love you” directly, at least in his MS lol. I tried looking at the Ayumu’s quotes I gathered here, and he never says it directly in these lines at least. I’m actually not very sure if there was ever one moment where he said it.

I tried to find the potential moments where he might say it in his stories too, but I didn’t find anything close to a totally direct way to tell her how he feels. If anyone remembers a moment like that where he says “I love you”, please tell me.

(My thoughts on why he doesn’t say “I love you” at all/ often under the cut)

So, as for why he doesn’t say it (in the case where we just pretend he never said it) I think Ayumu is more the type to tell his MC he loves her in a roundabout way rather than just saying the words “I love you” straight to her face. He’s actually very awkward and would definitely feel shy after saying it, so if he did say it at some point, I wouldn’t be surprised if MC didn’t hear him/ was just too shocked and replied “...What did you just say?” and he would immediately hide his awkwardness with a “Shut up, dummy.” while blushing as red as a tomato lmao. I mean, Ayumu gets shy just when he leaves hints of his feelings for her, usually it’s just after she goes crazy for him and screams “SHINONOMEEEEE” while jumping to hug him hahaha.

Also, he’s really a tsundere : he is usually mean with her, and in the rare moments where we get to see him be kind/blush/being a simp for MC, he just tries to make her forget what he said/showed her because he’s super awkward and hates being teased by her (or anyone else). He is someone who has a lot of pride I think, and prefers to look like he can manage his feelings for her perfectly, rather than show her that he is totally head over heels. To me, it feels like he doesn’t like to appear vulnerable in front of anyone.

A very good example of how he acts to hide his awkwardness (like how I explained) would be two parts of one of his stories : Part 1 — Part 2

Also, he kind of gives me the vibe where he says to other people who ask him about his relationship : “Oh you know, I’m just going out with this moronic girl with no sex appeal because she’s pitiful and wanted me so badly, this is all for charity.” when actually he thinks : “OH DAMN SHE’S CUTE”.

I’ve never seen Ayumu say something he genuinely thought without being very shy about it, he prefers acting sassy and throw some insults here and there to hide his feelings because HE’S AN ANNOYING LITTLE CUTIE— That’s why I think his PoVs are very important, because his behavior can be very misleading when we try to know if he really loves her or just thinks she’s an idiot.

Anyway, if you ever feel bad about him never telling MC “I love you”, don’t worry about it because I genuinely think that you don’t even need the words to feel his love. I’ll just put here some quotes that are already in my Some of Ayumu Shinonome’s best quotes post, to show you/ or remind you if you’ve already read most of his stories, of how sweet and smooth he can be :

What he thinks of her :

“That’s right. I do like her. I’m fond of this girl, even. So much so that I can’t bring myself to avoid her or toy with her feelings.”

“There she is. My girl. Not so much sexy as goofy. Always smiling like an idiot. My one and only.”

“Where’s my precious, irreplaceable girl...?”

“I saw my girl gazing at the screen. And I thought how pretty she looked. It was her eyes. Glittering like jewels.” (I love when he calls her his “girl”)

What he tells her :

“Silly. Why can’t you wake up, hmm? You turn me on every single day. I’m crazy about you.” (After telling her that, he said he was just joking and MC was disappointed, but we all know he’s just lying and trying to hide his awkwardness, again)

“I found a new love a long time ago.”

I plan on adding more of his quotes very soon, and thank you for the ask! Have a nice day!

Edit : Someone said that Ayumu did tell her he loved her directly once