#truth is im tired tbh

[ganondoodle]

just after i crawled my way out of that 'art-low' and i got myself excited to work on the rough draft for chapter2- i suddendly just crash and burn again bc i cant get the thought out of my head that im not a good writer either actually and my ideas are comically boring

do i really have to fight my own brain over and over again for the rest of my life (ㆆ_ㆆ)

[artheresy]

I am so tired, deleting the post about the situation just bc it was written in such a way of anger and I don’t want to keep that with me

I’m still very mad not only for the lore but about everything else that has been progressively revealed about this guy

Atp, I am considering doing a funny lil full rewrite of the Xianzhou arc and just pretending that they’re all my ocs since I don’t want to think about all the inconsistencies and mess ups

[cozycreaturescorner]

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[sick-as-a-dog]

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[adamsappl]

//not committing just yet but i love how his icons turned out;;;;;;;

//someone needs to stop me from making blogs i think

[beanbeebraveree]

i guess this is gonna be a drama blog now thats fine i can remake

but im so ashamed of the nevermore fandom rn tbh because its like. ok did we all just decide bullying is ok

someone had to delete a post being neutral because people read it like supporting rnf and actually bullied that person into closing the post. and then said they didnt bully but yeah you did. you did this and there are posts still up that are proving it. some got taken down which is good because maybe that means your rethinking but i bet scressnots exist somewhere.

that was seeking to harm or intimiate. and its with red too like red apologized. maybe the apology was too long but it was very clearly an apology and says that crimsin isn't on the server anymore. so as long as thats the truth im cool.

its all cool to disagree but whats the obsession with making a big deal out of it cant you just leave the fandom quietly talk about it to your friends and not try to actually hurt people. and yeah red counts as a person and so do the nice people on the post you decided had to be taken off tumblr.

im so so so so tired of going to the tag and finding this stupid kindergarten baby stuff like at least act like high schoolers i can handle that but you all make me sick. idec what your beliefs are about the situation but stop putting them in the tag and stop bullying people because it makes you look ugly

check the definition your bullying the entire fandom because you see it as vulnerable and you are seeking to intimiate everyone into belieiving the same things you do. and if they dont its ok because youll just bully them off the site. and make fun of them in your tags. and harm there mental health. and plug up the tag with your baby fighting.

so ill nicely ask please stop. and i know you wont and your gonna bully me too if you see this but if you do know that its gonna show on your face someday

[whyse7vn]

I AM NOT UR GF -

[ ot7 x reader ]

SEOKJIN -

y/n: i’ll kill you

jin: i’m into that

y/n: ur going to hell

jin: i’ll take you with me

y/n: i’m going to heaven i’m an angel

jin: my angel

y/n: gross

jin: only for you

y/n: we are not together

jin: ???

sorry i can’t read

y/n: clearly

jin: take ur clothes off

y/n: ???

jin: sorry autocorrect

y/n: why did you tell the boys we are dating?

jin: i did?

lmao yeah i did

sorry i could never lie to the loml like that

y/n: what?

jin: ur on my will

y/n: happy one day to us 🥂❤️

jin: i like being used

y/n: yk what i’m having second thoughts

jin: as long as it’s you using me

y/n: uncomfortable rn

jin: i’ll make you comfortable

y/n: ur the cause

jin: ur my cause ❤️

y/n: what does that even mean??

jin: kiss me

y/n: leave me alone i’m tired

jin: i’ll build you a bed

y/n: what

jin: i cook

y/n: ur like 62

jin: age is a construct

y/n: ur gonna get arrested with a mindset like that

jin: would go to jail 10x over for you

y/n: out of context this looks insane

jin: you make me insane

and keep me sane ❤️

y/n: what

are you drunk?

jin: a bit

y/n: yikes

jin: my hips work

y/n: i would hope so?

jin: use me

y/n: you need to be put down immediately

JIMIN -

y/n: ummmmm?????

jimin: ummmmm?????

y/n: i am not ur gf

jimin: ummmmm?????

y/n: why are you telling people i’m ur gf

jimin: ummmmm?????

y/n: ummmmm?????

jimin: i thought it was time to tell people

y/n: tell people lies???

jimin: we are always together anyways i am doing us a favour tbh

y/n: “am” so ur still actively telling people that we are together?

jimin: ur so smart this is why i love you 😘

y/n: so were you in love with me when you flirted with the waitress right in front of me when we went out YESTERDAY?

jimin: why were you jealous?? 😏

y/n: ur actually insane like clinically insane

jimin: it was a moment of weakness babe 🥺

y/n: moment of weakness??

you have like 20 of those a day

jimin: omg i’m just a natural flirt yk i can’t help it 😞

y/n: i think the word ur looking for is whore?

jimin: I AM NOT A WHORE

y/n: yeah ok

jimin: unless you want me to be a whore then i’m the biggest whore you know honestly and truly!!!!!!

y/n: ur gross

jimin: ofc i’ll marry you!

y/n: ???

jimin: wow i’m so emotional rn

i love you i’m so excited for our future

i know some people may say we’re moving to fast but idc the truth is that i’m so in love with you i can hardly breathe!!!

y/n: get actual help.

HOSEOK -

hobi: we

y/n: no

hobi: us

y/n: no

hobi: hands held

y/n: no

hobi: mouth 2 mouth

y/n: still no

hobi: i told my parents about us

y/n: ur mother is gonna beat ur ass for lying

hobi: i told the boys about us

y/n: we are not together

hobi: the company is next

y/n: you won’t live to see another day if you do

hobi: i hope our kids have ur eyes

y/n: i can report you for harassment you know?

hobi: my pretty gf

i love you ^^

y/n: blushed for a second

that’s all you’ll ever get out of me

hobi: ur soosososososo cute

σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

i’m gonna eat you

y/n: this isn’t right

hobi: this is the rightest thing ever

y/n: go outside or something

hobi: come with me

y/n: there is no hope for the kids these days 😞

JUNGKOOK -

y/n: DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING IT IS TO BE FLIRTING WITH THE KIM MINGYU AND FOR HIM TO BE LIKE “ARE YOU NOT DATING JK?”

jk: i’m going to kill myself

y/n: ARE YOU SICK IN THE HEAD IM GOING TO FIND YOU AND KILL YOU

jk: i’m already dead

y/n: GOOD

jk: i can’t believe you talk to other men

oh my god i cjant breathe rn iMmm loosing vision hhe lp mmme…

y/n: IM SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU OH MY GODODJD

jk: so like did you did you tell him we’re together or…

y/n: NO U SICKX SICK FUCK

I TOLD HIM NO IM NOT WITH FUCKING JUNGKOOK ARE YOU OUT OF UR MIND

jk: wow

in all caps like that?? a bit harsh

y/n: FUCK YOU

jk: pls stop shouting yk im a sensitive soul

y/n: WHY DID YOU TELL HIM WE ARE TOGETHER????????

jk: i didn’t tell him directly omg?

i messaged him

y/n: WTF IS UR PROBLEM????

jk: WAIT DID YOU JUST SAY YOU WERE FLIRTING WITH MINGYU?????????????????????

WHAT THE FUCKCKCKDK

y/n: i hate you

i’ve never wanted to push someone out of a building so bad until i met you

jk: that’s kinda cute

you think of me??

i love you too

y/n: you have 3 days to live

jk: as long as i’m with you nothing can take me out

y/n: shut the fuck up

yk know whose taking me out tho?

mingyu 🥰

jk: what

y/n: ?

jk: i have dispatch on the phone rn

y/n: tell them

being mingyu’s gf publicly? a dream come true tbh 😍

jk: when ur new bf is kicked out his group becomes broke and is living on the streets i’m sure ur dream will be alive and well

y/n: oh it will

with my baby through thick and thin 🤞🏽

jk: i’m going to kill myself

y/n: idc!

jk: i love you

TAEHYUNG -

y/n: stop telling people we are dating i will block you

tae: did you know i need u girl was about you

y/n: didn’t even know you then

tae: i’ve always known you

y/n: creepy as hell

tae: to some

y/n: to all

tae: why don’t you want me

y/n: ur not mark lee

tae: i’m kim taehyung

y/n: exactly

tae: you could get jumped for saying stuff like that these days

y/n: oh well

it was worth it

tae: i wish you knew

i wish you knew i wanted you

y/n: i know

and you got the lyrics completely wrong

tae: my lyrics may be wrong but my feelings for you aren’t

y/n: are you not with jennie?

tae: stfu?

y/n: loser

tae: she’s not my type

you are 😘

y/n: wishing i was jennie hours 😞🙏🏽

tae: you’ll will literally never be happy without me

y/n: that’s so crazy cuz i’m like over the moon rn

tae: that’s because i’m messaging you

y/n: pretty sure it’s because i’m not with you but whatever helps you sleep at night

tae: you help me sleep at night

y/n: tough

tae: :(

YOONGI -

y/n: i’m ur girlfriend now?

yoongi: what?

y/n: you’re telling people i’m your girlfriend?

yoongi: might be true might be false

y/n: kinda crazy

yoongi: do you not want to me my girlfriend?

y/n: no?

yoongi: 😢

y/n: cry me a river

yoongi: i will

then i’ll drown myself in it

y/n: dramatic much?

yoongi: i just got my heart broken can you have someone sympathy

y/n: L

yoongi: maybe like kiss me on the lips or something and i’ll be better idk tho

y/n: is min yoongi being open and honest with me rn???

times have changed i must say

yoongi: having a gf does that to a man

y/n: really?

yoongi: yep being in love is crazy

y/n: love? so it’s pretty serious between you two then?

yoongi: yeah i’m gonna marry her

y/n: wowwww how long have you guys been together then?

yoongi: 3 years in my head but i only started telling people 3 days ago

y/n: you are not right in the head

yoongi: love is crazy

y/n: i think it’s just you fr

yoongi: 🥲

NAMJOON -

y/n: DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

namjoon: hi

y/n: shut ur mouth

namjoon: 🤐

y/n: we are NOT together

N

O

T

together

do you understand?

namjoon: 🚫❌⁉️

y/n: well start understanding

namjoon: 🙅🏻‍♂️🚫

y/n: i’m sick and tired of you

namjoon: 🙎🏽‍♀️➡️👨‍⚕️🏥

y/n: bye

namjoon: 🥺

y/n: what is with ur obsession with me???

are you that bitchless omg??

namjoon: logically speaking

y/n: you have never spoke a logical word in your life

namjoon: okay nvm

y/n: namjoon you are down ridiculously bad at first it was cute i WAS blushing and giggling now i’m just concerned

namjoon: date me

y/n: that is NOT how you ask a girl out

namjoon: help me out here

y/n: i will not help you in the slightest

namjoon: that’s just mean

y/n: ur a freak

namjoon: am not

y/n: you so are

namjoon: go on a date with me

y/n: where is the the question mark?? are you asking me or telling me??

namjoon: ur being ridiculous

go on a date with me?

there

y/n: hehehehehhehehehe

okay!!!

namjoon: FR??

y/n: no lol

namjoon: that was so mean

y/n: :p

namjoon: dating me would probably mean free food for life

y/n: probably or definitely?

namjoon: *definitely

y/n: wait i’m kinda in love with you

namjoon: lol me 2 let’s makeout rn

y/n: i lied

namjoon: ur annoying

y/n: mwah

namjoon: did you just kiss me?

are you deeply attracted to me or something?

kinda cringe kinda hot i want you

y/n: didn’t know 2:25 am were your disgustingly desperate hours

namjoon: it’s not my fault it’s 2:25 in the morning and all i can think about is you

should i write i song about you?

would you be my gf then?

y/n: pls don’t

namjoon: it’s too late

y/n: if i go on a date with you will you shut the hell up and go to sleep

namjoon: YES

YESZYSS YES YES YES YES YESH

YESSYESYSYSYYDYD

yes

i might lol

y/n: see you tomorrow

namjoon: gn

y/n: gn

namjoon: gf 🤭

we hit 200 since when omg?? anyways feeling like i should do a “i’m not ur bf” ver but idk yet thoughts? u might get it next year or never but it’s the fact that i thought about writing it that counts!!

[badger-tales]

Everywhere and Nowhere//F.W x Reader (finale)

a/n: finally the last chapter i hope people enjoyed this! also i was going to post this later but god im just so excited for this series tbh!!! so this is the end of the series super cute super fluffy!!

word count: 4.5k

request:

Hiiii! :) I was wondering if you could do a oneshot about a fred weasley x reader idea I've had for forever where the reader was a hat stall for a really long time. To the point she had to be put aside to be sorted later. Plot twist, she never gets sorted. I always wondered what would happen if the sorting hat couldn't decide what house to put someone in. I imagine she would have a room in the faculty tower or something, and because she doesn't have a house but she is a student, she would be able to figure out how to get into every common room. I'm really tired right now, so sorry if this sounds really bad, I promise it sounds better when I'm coherent. You don't have to do this if you don't want to, though 🫶

Thanks sm!!!

Returning for Fifth Year

As Y/N stepped off the Hogwarts Express at the start of her fifth year, there was an unmistakable sense of change in the air. The towering spires of the castle were the same, the familiar hum of magic whispered through the grounds, but something inside her had shifted. This year felt different—charged with a new energy she couldn’t quite place.

Waiting for her on the platform, as always, were Fred and George, both grinning like they had just pulled off something spectacular—which, knowing them, wasn’t far from the truth. The twins had become a constant presence in her life over the past two years, their friendship growing into something steady and unshakable. But lately, especially with Fred, there had been something more—an undercurrent she didn’t fully understand, but one she couldn’t ignore.

Fred spotted her first, waving her over with that familiar, wide grin. “Y/N! About time you showed up!”

George elbowed Fred with a playful smirk. “Don’t scare her off, mate.”

Y/N smiled, feeling warmth bloom in her chest at the sight of them. It was strange to think about how different her life had been before Fred and George. Hogwarts had once felt like a vast, lonely place, full of secrets that she had explored on her own. Now, with the twins by her side, it felt like home. And yet, there was something about Fred that had been quietly evolving, a connection between them that made her heart beat a little faster whenever he was near.

“You two look like you’ve already caused some trouble,” Y/N teased as she reached them, raising an eyebrow.

George grinned in mock innocence. “Trouble? Us? Never.”

Fred shot her a wink, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “We were just waiting for you to get here. Can’t have any fun without our favorite partner-in-crime.”

Y/N laughed, falling into step between them as they began the walk back to the castle. But as they chatted and caught up, she started to notice small, subtle shifts. Fred’s shoulder brushed against hers a little more often than usual, and she caught him glancing at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. The easy banter between them hadn’t changed, but there was something different in the way his presence made her feel—a flicker of warmth that went beyond friendship.

She tried to shake off the thoughts, telling herself it was her imagination playing tricks on her after a summer spent apart. But as the days passed and they slipped back into their familiar routines—planning pranks, navigating secret passageways, and sharing quiet moments in her room in the faculty tower—the feeling only grew.

Fred had always been playful, quick with a joke or a grin, but now his teasing felt softer, more personal. He’d linger when they talked, his eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that made her stomach flip. And she found herself lingering too—staying just a little closer, letting his warmth radiate through the space between them.

One evening, a few weeks into the term, the three of them were huddled in her room, planning their next big prank. George was sprawled on the floor, sketching out the details, while Fred leaned against the desk, his attention drifting more toward Y/N than the prank itself. They were laughing about something—one of George’s wild ideas, no doubt—but Y/N noticed Fred’s gaze had softened, his smile more relaxed than usual.

“You alright, Fred?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow at him as she leaned back in her chair.

He blinked, his grin widening as he met her eyes. “More than alright.”

George, catching the exchange, groaned dramatically. “Oh, Merlin’s beard. You two are unbearable.” He got to his feet, rolling up the parchment with a flourish. “I’m heading back to the common room. Try not to get too mushy while I’m gone.”

Y/N’s face flushed, and she was about to protest when George shot her a wink before making his way out of the room, closing the door behind him with an exaggerated sigh.

The room felt suddenly quiet, the air thick with unsaid things. Y/N glanced at Fred, who was still leaning against the desk, his arms crossed casually but his eyes focused entirely on her. The playful spark in his expression had softened into something warmer, something that made her heart skip a beat.

“So,” Fred said, his voice teasing but gentler than usual, “you think George is right? Are we unbearable?”

Y/N laughed softly, trying to keep the mood light even though she could feel the tension building. “Maybe just a little.”

Fred’s grin turned lopsided as he took a small step closer. “Well, if it’s just us, I think we can be as unbearable as we like.”

There was a lightness in his words, but his gaze had grown more serious, more intent. Y/N felt her breath catch, her mind racing to figure out what to say, how to handle this moment that felt both exciting and terrifying.

“I guess we could,” she said, her voice quieter than she intended, her eyes meeting his.

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The Return to Mischief

The beginning of Y/N's fifth year was a whirlwind of OWL preparations, new classes, and increasingly frequent late-night planning sessions with Fred and George. Their evenings together had become routine, a mix of creative chaos and friendship. Most nights, the three of them would gather in Y/N’s small room in the faculty tower, where they sprawled out across the floor or perched on her desk, heads bent over prank plans and new product ideas for *Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes*—the joke shop Fred and George had been dreaming of starting.

Y/N had grown more and more drawn into their world of mischief. She found herself contributing more than she had before, her voice becoming an essential part of the creative process. She offered insights on how to refine their prank ideas, how to enhance the magical effectiveness of their products, and—perhaps most importantly—how to use Hogwarts' hidden passageways to avoid detection.

One night, they sat huddled around a box of sweets that Fred had been tinkering with for weeks. The enchantment made anyone who ate one grow temporary antlers, and Fred was testing the final tweaks. He tossed one to George, who inspected it with exaggerated care before tossing it back, unimpressed.

As Fred examined the sweet, he caught Y/N’s eye and grinned, his voice dropping a little lower than usual. “You know, Y/N,” he said, leaning in a bit closer, “we couldn’t do half this stuff without you.”

Y/N felt a flutter in her chest, her heart skipping a beat at his words. She shrugged, trying to play it off as casually as possible. “You’d be fine without me. Probably just get caught more often.”

Fred chuckled, his voice warm, his eyes twinkling with that familiar playful spark. “Maybe. But it wouldn’t be nearly as fun.”

There was something different in the way he said it this time, something about the way his gaze lingered on her, not just with mischief but with a quiet intensity that made Y/N’s stomach flip. For a brief moment, the world seemed to shrink down to just the two of them, and Y/N felt herself at a loss for words. The silence that hung between them was thick with unspoken feelings she wasn’t ready to name.

Before she could find a response, George broke the moment, completely oblivious to the shift in atmosphere. “Oi, stop hogging her attention, Fred,” he grumbled playfully, holding up a sketch of a new product he’d been working on. “I need help with this one.”

Fred shot his brother a mock glare, clearly annoyed at the interruption, but the moment had passed. The charged silence dissolved into their usual banter, and though the tension faded, the warmth between Fred and Y/N lingered.

As the evening wore on, the three of them fell back into their familiar rhythm of planning and laughing, but Y/N couldn’t shake the memory of Fred’s gaze or the way her heart had reacted to his words. She had always felt close to Fred and George, but there was something new simmering just below the surface, something that had been growing steadily between her and Fred, and it was becoming harder to ignore.

And though they didn’t talk about it, Y/N knew that things between them had begun to shift in a way that might soon be impossible to ignore.

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Subtle Shifts

As the months slipped by, Y/N found herself more attuned to the subtle shifts between her and Fred. It wasn’t anything obvious, nothing that could be easily pointed out or discussed, but the signs were there—small, fleeting moments that spoke volumes. The way Fred always seemed to sit just a little closer to her during their late-night planning sessions, how his hand would brush hers when passing a note or reaching for the same prank material, or how his gaze would meet hers across the room, even in the middle of their chaotic pranks. 

Fred had always been the one to make her laugh, to bring lightness and joy into any situation, but lately, there were moments when he seemed more serious, as if there was something weighing on him that he hadn’t yet found the words for. His focus, at times, was entirely on her, and though nothing had been said, there was a quiet intensity growing between them that neither could ignore.

It wasn’t something they discussed���not yet, anyway—but the unspoken connection between them was becoming harder to deny.

One evening, after an especially brilliant prank involving enchanted fireworks that lit up an entire hallway in a spectacular display of color and sound, the three of them hurried back to Y/N’s room, breathless and giddy from the success. George, ever the master of dramatic entrances, flopped face-first onto the bed without a care, leaving Y/N and Fred to collapse onto the floor, their laughter bubbling up as they tried to catch their breath.

“That was brilliant,” Fred said, turning to Y/N with a grin that was filled with admiration. “You really outdid yourself with the timing, Y/N.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, her cheeks flushing with warmth as she smiled at him. “It was your idea, Fred,” she said, trying to deflect the compliment, though she couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at his words.

Fred shook his head, his gaze never leaving hers. “Maybe, but you’re the one who makes it all work.”

The air between them shifted, the compliment lingering, heavier than usual. Fred’s grin softened into something more, his eyes searching hers with a quiet intensity that made Y/N’s heart race. For a moment, it felt like the rest of the world fell away, leaving just the two of them in that small room. Y/N could feel the unspoken words hanging between them, the possibility that Fred might say something more, something deeper.

But before either of them could act on the moment, George snorted loudly from the bed, rolling over with a muttered, “You two are disgustingly sweet sometimes, you know that?”

Fred let out a bark of laughter, throwing a pillow at his brother with mock annoyance, breaking the tension as George dodged it with a lazy roll. Y/N laughed too, though the moment had passed, leaving behind a warmth in her chest that refused to fade. 

Even after the laughter died down and the easy banter resumed, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted between her and Fred. The unspoken connection that had been building over the months wasn’t going away—it was growing, quietly but surely, and it was only a matter of time before they would have to face it.

But for now, Y/N let herself enjoy the warmth of Fred’s lingering gaze, the quiet moments they shared amid the chaos. Whatever it was between them, it didn’t need to be rushed. It was there, and that was enough.

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Winter Holidays

Winter at Hogwarts brought with it an air of quiet enchantment. The snow-covered grounds glistened in the pale sunlight, and the Great Hall was festooned with festive decorations, making the castle feel warmer despite the cold winds that howled through the corridors. Most students had left for the holidays, but Y/N, as always, had stayed behind. She liked the stillness that came with winter at Hogwarts, when the castle was almost entirely hers. This year, though, she wasn’t alone—Fred and George had decided to stay as well, insisting they needed the time to “perfect some new ideas” for their joke shop.

It was during one of those quiet, hushed evenings, with the castle blanketed in silence, that Y/N and Fred found themselves alone together for the first time in what felt like forever. George had disappeared off to the kitchens on one of his snack raids, leaving Y/N and Fred alone in her room. The only sound was the faint crackling of the fire and the occasional creak of the castle’s ancient walls.

Fred was tinkering with one of their latest joke products, occasionally glancing up at Y/N. She sat on the floor, pretending to read one of her books, but her mind wasn’t on the words. It kept wandering back to Fred—the way he was sitting close enough that their knees brushed occasionally, the way his fingers fidgeted with the prototype, and most of all, the way his eyes kept flicking to her when he thought she wasn’t looking.

The tension that had been building between them for months seemed heavier in the stillness of the room, like something unspoken was hanging in the air, just waiting to be acknowledged. Y/N’s heart raced every time Fred moved just a little closer, and she found it increasingly hard to focus on anything other than the growing intensity between them.

Finally, Fred set his project aside with a sigh and turned to her, a soft, uncertain smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His voice was quieter than usual, hesitant in a way Y/N wasn’t used to hearing from him.

“Y/N,” he began, his eyes finding hers, “can I ask you something?”

Her heart skipped a beat, her fingers tightening around the book she hadn’t been reading. “Sure,” she said, though the word came out softer than she intended.

Fred hesitated for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure how to continue. He ran a hand through his hair, the playful, confident Fred replaced by someone more thoughtful, more vulnerable. “Do you ever think about... what it would be like if things were different? If we weren’t just—”

He stopped, his words hanging in the air, unfinished. Y/N’s breath hitched. This was it. The conversation they had been skirting around for months, the thing neither of them had dared to say out loud. Part of her didn’t know if she was ready for it, but the other part, the one that had been feeling this shift in their friendship for so long, knew it was time.

“I mean,” Fred continued, his voice a little more rushed now, as if afraid of losing his nerve, “I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. And I know we’ve been friends for a while, but... it feels like there’s more to it, doesn’t it?”

Y/N felt her pulse quicken, her stomach flipping in that familiar way it did whenever Fred’s hand brushed hers or his gaze lingered just a moment too long. Hearing him voice what she had been feeling made her heart race in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Yeah,” she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper as she met his gaze. “It does.”

For a moment, neither of them said anything, but the silence between them felt fuller, heavier with meaning. Fred’s eyes softened, his smile fading into something more serious, more sincere. Slowly, he leaned just a little closer, his hand inching toward hers on the floor. When his fingers brushed against hers, the quiet gesture felt like the beginning of something inevitable, something that had been building for longer than either of them had realized.

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest, the room suddenly feeling smaller, as if it held only the two of them and the weight of the moment they were in. Fred’s eyes never left hers, his fingers grazing hers again, lingering this time.

But before the moment could deepen, the door burst open, and George barreled in, arms overflowing with snacks from the kitchen. “You two look entirely too serious for a holiday!” he announced cheerfully, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere he had just interrupted.

Fred groaned under his breath, glancing at Y/N with a look that was both amused and frustrated. She could see in his eyes that this conversation wasn’t over—not yet. But for now, the moment had passed.

Fred shook his head at his twin, trying to mask his disappointment with humor. “You’ve got impeccable timing, George. Really.”

George, still oblivious, grinned and tossed a bag of pastries onto the floor between them. “Always a pleasure to keep things from getting too boring. Now, who wants a pumpkin pasty?”

Y/N laughed, though the tension from the moment still lingered in her chest, making her heart feel light and heavy at the same time. As Fred reached for one of the pastries, his eyes flickered back to hers, and in that glance, Y/N knew. This wasn’t over. Whatever had started between them tonight would find its way back, and when it did, she knew they would be ready for it.

For now, though, they let the moment slip away, folding back into their usual banter with George. But the warmth of Fred’s hand brushing hers, the quiet promise in his gaze, stayed with her long after the laughter had filled the room.

---

Slowly Growing Closer

After the winter holidays, the connection between Y/N and Fred continued to evolve, growing deeper in a way that felt natural, like it had always been meant to unfold this way. It wasn’t rushed, nor did it come with any grand declarations or sudden changes. Instead, it was a steady deepening of their bond, woven into the fabric of their everyday lives. They still laughed together, still plotted pranks and caused mayhem with George, but there were more quiet moments when it was just the two of them—moments where Fred’s hand would brush hers and linger, or when their eyes would meet, and something unspoken would pass between them.

Fred’s protectiveness toward Y/N became more noticeable too, though it was subtle in its execution. He would walk her to her classes, finding excuses to be near her in the hallways. He made sure she was always included in the plans he and George concocted, and when they found themselves in groups, he always seemed to gravitate toward her, his presence grounding and reassuring. It was a quiet kind of care, one that made Y/N’s heart race with an excitement she hadn’t quite known before.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day filled with OWL preparation and lessons that seemed to stretch on forever, Y/N and Fred found themselves alone once again in her room. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its gentle warmth casting a golden glow over the space. The two of them sat side by side on the floor, closer than they normally would, the room filled with a comfortable silence as they enjoyed a rare moment of peace.

Fred shifted slightly, his arm brushing against hers, and Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat. The tension between them had been building for weeks now, a quiet hum of energy that neither of them had addressed directly but both had felt. Slowly, almost as if testing the waters, Fred reached for her hand.

Y/N froze for a moment, her heart hammering in her chest as Fred’s fingers gently intertwined with hers. The simple gesture felt like the culmination of all the unspoken moments they had shared—the lingering looks, the accidental touches, the way they seemed to move in sync with each other without ever needing to speak.

Neither of them said a word. They didn’t need to. The warmth of Fred’s hand, the steady reassurance of his presence beside her, said more than words ever could. They sat there, side by side, their hands linked as the fire flickered and danced in front of them. The quiet between them wasn’t uncomfortable—it was full of meaning, a shared understanding that something had shifted between them. Something that couldn’t be ignored any longer.

Y/N felt a sense of calm wash over her, a warmth spreading through her chest that had nothing to do with the fire. For so long, she had felt like an outsider—the unsorted student who didn’t quite fit into the usual Hogwarts mold. She had wandered the castle’s halls alone, forging her own path in secret passageways and hidden rooms. But with Fred’s hand in hers, she no longer felt like she was on the outside looking in.

With him, she had found her place.

Fred didn’t say anything, but Y/N could feel the quiet affection in the way he held her hand, his thumb brushing softly against her skin. It was a small, simple gesture, but it meant everything. And as they sat there, side by side, watching the fire crackle and glow, Y/N realized that this—being with Fred, sharing these quiet, unspoken moments—was where she truly belonged.

In the silence of the room, with Fred beside her, Y/N felt like she had finally found her home.

And that home was with him.

Confessions

It was a quiet afternoon in early spring, the soft hum of Hogwarts life buzzing in the background as students moved through the castle, preparing for the last stretch of the school year. Fred and Y/N were sitting by the lake, away from the usual bustle of the courtyard. The gentle breeze stirred the leaves, and the warm sunlight reflected off the surface of the water, creating a tranquil atmosphere that wrapped around them like a cocoon.

They had been talking about nothing in particular—just catching up on the day, laughing about their latest prank on Filch. But Fred had been unusually quiet for the past few minutes, fidgeting with a small pebble in his hands, tossing it between his fingers in an absentminded rhythm. Y/N noticed his distraction but didn’t press him, sensing something was on his mind.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Fred took a deep breath and turned toward her, his usual playful grin replaced by a more serious expression. His eyes, which were usually filled with mischief, now held a vulnerability she hadn’t seen before.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice softer than usual, as though he was afraid of breaking the delicate balance between them. He cleared his throat, his hand brushing nervously through his hair. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say… for a while now.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at his tone, the air between them suddenly charged with a different kind of energy. She turned to him, her full attention on him now, waiting for him to continue.

Fred looked down at the pebble in his hands, rolling it between his fingers before finally setting it aside. When he looked up, his gaze met hers, and the intensity of it made her breath catch in her throat.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” Fred said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “About us. About you.”

He paused, his eyes searching hers for a moment before he spoke again. “You’ve been a part of my life for a while now, and… it’s hard to imagine what it would be like without you. You’re always there, Y/N—helping with our pranks, keeping us from getting caught, being part of everything we do. But it’s more than that. It’s not just about the pranks or the laughs.” He hesitated, his voice dropping slightly. “It’s about you.”

Y/N’s heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears as she listened, every word Fred said sinking into her chest.

“I’ve been trying to figure out what to say,” Fred admitted, his smile softening. “But the truth is, I really like you, Y/N. More than just as a friend. I don’t know when it happened—maybe it was the way you always seem to know what I’m thinking before I say it, or how you’ve just… become part of everything that matters to me.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat, the weight of Fred’s confession hanging in the air between them. She could see the sincerity in his eyes, the way his usual carefree nature had given way to something deeper, something vulnerable. He wasn’t hiding behind jokes or laughter now—he was being completely honest, raw in a way she had never seen before.

“I don’t want to mess this up,” Fred continued, his voice quieter now, as though he was afraid of what her response might be. “But I had to tell you. I’ve been feeling this way for a while, and I can’t keep pretending it’s just… nothing.”

Y/N stared at him for a moment, her heart racing as she processed his words. She had felt it too, the growing connection between them, the way Fred had become more than just a friend to her. But hearing him say it out loud, hearing him confess that he felt the same, made it all the more real.

A soft smile tugged at Y/N’s lips as she reached out, taking Fred’s hand in hers. The touch was simple, but it felt like an answer to the unspoken question that had been hanging between them for months.

“Fred,” she said quietly, her voice full of warmth, “I feel the same way. I’ve been thinking about you too. About us.”

Fred’s face lit up with relief, his grin returning as he squeezed her hand gently. “Yeah?”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling with emotion. “Yeah.”

For a moment, they just sat there, hands intertwined, the weight of Fred’s confession settling into something comfortable, something right.

Fred let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his grin softening into something more genuine, more sincere. “Blimey,” he said with a laugh, shaking his head. “I’ve been worrying about saying that for weeks.”

Y/N laughed, the tension between them dissolving into something lighter, more playful. “You should have just told me sooner,” she teased, nudging him gently with her shoulder.

Fred’s grin widened, the familiar spark of mischief returning to his eyes. “Well, better late than never, right?”

“Right,” Y/N agreed, her heart still racing, but now filled with a quiet joy that settled into her bones.

As they sat together by the lake, the sun beginning to set behind them, Fred squeezed her hand one more time, his thumb brushing gently against her skin.

And in that moment, Y/N knew that whatever came next, they would face it together.

Tagged: @buzzbuzzlilbee

[blossoms-phan]

I have been watching old videos in tour preparation and was staggered by how much happier and healthier Dan and Phil both look now. You can see how suffocated by the whole thing they were back for a period pre hiatus. Those years where the enjoyment and fun had gone is a tough watch.

I dipped out for a while and missed this period, and so looking back now you literally see the lights dim in Dan's eyes over a year or so, and how fed up of forcing an act he was.

The absolute chaos and fun and joy that has been post hiatus really emphasises just how tired and over hiding and lying and being yes men they must have been. It makes me appreciate this new era of content so much more. I would watch them watching grass grow, if it kept them smiling and happy and fulfilled, rather than making content for us, that made them that miserable.

oh :(( anon this really broke me and i have a lot of thoughts about this tbh.

as someone who's been lucky enough to watch them change and grow over 10 years, i think something we all know is how it's nothing compared to now, but like there was a clear shift around 2018 with tour and just the way that they presented themselves publicly. in part, they started to become a little bit more comfortable with each other and carefree about sharing certain things. again, looking back this sounds strange to say but im talking purely compared to the years before then- it was absolutely different. of course, we all know that this time was extremely difficult for dan, struggling with authenticity and "living his truth". i love ii, this is in no way dogging on it bc i think there's room to be proud of it and what they did but also the entire concept of "giving the people what they want" is almost poetic considering dan's internal turmoil during this time, like with what he said during one of those reaction videos- "c'mon dan, give the people what they want and then you can disappear forever." multiple people on here have put it like this before but there are certain points like in ii era liveshows where you can tell dan is just buzzing with this restless, frustrated energy, like he's stuck inside his own skin and can't crawl out of it.

i will say that i think just on some practical level, i like to tell myself that it wasn't all doom and gloom pre-hiatus and that there were obviously moments of happiness or comfort or things that they genuinely enjoyed doing, like travelling the world or something as small as playing a fun game. but i would be lying to myself if i denied the fact that they absolutely struggled at points, and that dan was fed up of struggling with the pain of wanting to be his true, authentic self, but being scared. again though, it's not all bad. this was the first time that dan started to accept and at least think about coming out, and all those moments where they signed pride flags and he would say things like "hopefully one day" to people who told them their stories really cements his point that the acceptance and support his audience gave helped him. the hiatus was so important for their personal growth, to heal their relationship with us, and like you pointed out they really were "yes men"- phil constantly pointing out how learning how to say no has helped a ton.

there are no words to describe this new era other than pure fun, joy, and whimsy. it's been an absolute privilege to see their personal growth, to watch them allow themselves to focus on themselves and be happy and open and watch them have the time of their lives and reassure us that they're enjoying it and not going anywhere anytime soon. i'm right there with you, i just feel so happy and appreciative of being here experiencing this new era with you all and them, and i just want them to do whatever makes them happy and fulfilled. which is what i think they're doing right now with the tour, and they knew it mere months after the comeback which they had no real long term plans for, but we showed up for them, and they know that which is why it makes the idea of our mutual "healing" and entering this new era together so exciting <3

[solar-sunnyside-up]

i just want to vent tbh

im so fucking tired of not being able to do anything really useful and i feel like i cant call myself solarpunk

you know that feeling where you want to stim or fidget so bad but you have to force yourself to stay super still but you can feel the energy spinning around inside of you starting to (metaphorically) erode your body

i feel like that but in a different lens: i feel the urge to start actively working to fix things, but i have to sit hands tied bc im a minor with conservative parents living in the middle of suburbia with no driving license

and i can feel the anger start to corrode me and im scared that ill just be a knot of festering needless rage without any hope by the time i can actually do things

Woah!! Hey! YOU. ARE SOLARPUNK. I say so!

A part of the reason I use the term "sprout" for baby solarpunks is that they are gunna constantly be growing. But we don't judge the sapling for not producing fruit do we? Do we judge the flower barely making it in the cracks of concrete? No!! We help it grow, we admire what it does despite the harsh environment. You are a sprout. You are growing and what you are today doesn't require "products" of your labor. Doesn't require "proof" your enough. You came from a seed and you are growing. That is enough.

Every person deserves safety, love, shelter, food, and access to social spaces regardless of their contributions. Even if you give me NOTHING I still owe you a better world.

Just bc you can't live your truth atm bc your being held under lock and key doesn't mean you not! Your surviving!!! Your spirit is in it but you are forced to survive!

The fact that you wanna create a better world so badly it aches is enough!

And I know one day, when you are able and safe and have those needs met you'll make something that'll knock our socks off bc you have that fire in you.

(Also I've been staring at your other ask for weeks I'm so sorry I just wanna figure out hoe ti answer it correctly. But I totally see you!)

[cursed-sonic-opinions]

didnt like sonadow prime tbh . i dont get it. very boring very bland very uncooked chicken of them to do that. i was expecting sonic and shadow and instead i got a reenactment of the same enemies to lovers fic ive seen a hundred of times before over the last 7 years..... tired!!! overdone!!! who the hell are these people masquerading as the strangest most iconic rivals of all time (←truth)?? im not looking to curb anyone's enthusiasm but man are sonadow fans easy

.

[faerishv]

hi, hello! Could I request a (romantic) Teru with a supernatural reader? Reader is a girl and has eaten the same thing that Nene did when turned into a fish (I don't know some specific English terms, sorry!).

But! Reader is in disguise as a student and is actually very smart and gentle with everyone.

Thanks if you'll do it 🥲💕 you already do sm work and I appreciate it!

!! : reader in this is a girl , but please see it as a boy or non binary person too if you'd like !! This turned out different from what i expected tbh , maybe i made Teru a little bit ooc -

" you aren't as bad as i thought ... "

You were originally one of the fishes that served the Mermaid , when she gave you the task to wander around as a human to look for other students to turn into other fishes , that's when you met Teru Minamoto ; he wasn't really known where you lived but still , everyone knew he was an exorcist you needed to avoid if you wanted to survive. You still weren't accustomed to the daily life of humans , so it was a matter of time before the exorcist noticed you. You tried everything to get as many people as possible so that you could bring them to the Mermaid , but as days , weeks passed , you came to the conclusion that human life isn't all that bad.

Classes were over and your last friend left you to head back home , it was your turn today to clean the room ; you've always been a curious fish - or human , so experimenting new things has never been tiring for you , though its been long since you've last been a fish , and to tell the truth , the marine world was a bit missing. As you were cleaning the black board you hear some voices coming from the back of the class , you laid down the cloth and went to check , and to your surprise , a few fishes that served the Mermaid with you had come to visit you

"you guys ! What are you doing here ? " you said while crouching down " we could ask you the same thing [ name ] !! Its been weeks since our adored Mermaid sent you to bring some humans down with us and i see you cleaning a classroom !? " your smile dropped as your companion continued to scold you , when suddendly a strong light came towards you , barely giving you time to dodge it. Your eyes opened wide as you saw the exorcist Teru Minamoto to the other side of the class

" i knew there was something off about you , you follow the Mermaid so i don't think you'll last long against me , just surrender already please " his expression was terrifying , it seemed like he wanted to get rid of you without even listening to what you had to say " w- wait ! Please listen to me before exorcise me , im not a bad supernatural !! " as you said those words Teru had a flashback of his little brother saying the same thing , maybe it was that the motive he stopped to hear your complaints " well then speak now , before i regret my decision " you mentally cheared " as you said im not a dangerous supernatural , i don't have a weapon with me and i never hurted everybody , i just follow instructions that other people give me ! When days passed by and i got to know more of the human life i was enchanted by it ; i just wanna live a normal life !! " he started laughing while looking down " supernaturals ... living a normal life ? That's kind of funny if you think about it , delusional even ... you should know better than everyone that ghosts , sovrannatural creatures can't have a normal life " you looked down , trying not to despair yourself in front of the exorcist " though " he continued while putting his weapon down " i will give you a second chance " your eyes wandered to his own , looking at him in surprise " but remember , s misstep and i'll exorcise you instantly " and with that , he got out of the class..

the next weeks you always felt his eyes on you , everywhere you went he always followed you in some ways , it was scary and irritating ; everytime you tried to talk with a friend of yours he always had to take you away

" [ name ] .. are you and Minamoto senpai .... a couple ? " a friend asked you " WHAT !? No we aren't , why would you think that !? " " well you guys are always seen together and when someone tries to talk to you he always takes you away … is he maybe jealous ~ ? " your cheeks were on fire , you knew Teru was good looking and being around him was something special for everyone in the school , but it wasn’t like that between you two … " i swear we aren’t together , im just … helping him with something , yeah ! " you of course lied " if you say so … "

you and Teru were walking in the halls together " why are you still with me , classes are over and there’s no one now , im not gonna do anything " you said still thinking about what your friend last said to you " you mind that much ? Do you hate me that much [ name ] ? " you looked at him dumb folded ' you were the one trying to exocise me … ' you thought for yourself " about me following you .. i came to the conclusion that you don’t seem a bad supernatural , so im not going to exorcise you .. for now " " I HEARD THAT " ; so from that day on Teru stopped following you everywhere and left you alone for some time , though you had to admit you were feeling kinda lonely without him watching over you , you ' missed ' him , maybe you did have some feelings for him , an exorcist and a supernatural .. how ironic. " If you really miss him go and tell him ! " you confessed your emotions to your friend , and now she / he was giving you every advice they had in mind " if you wait too long for him to come back to you someone might beat you and be with him before you do and you ain’t risking that are you ? "

So here you are now , in front of the door of the students council room , re - thinking about your life decisions , what if he would just laugh at you or telling you to leave him alone before he would exorcise you ..? Before you could turn your back and leaving the door opened revealing the blonde exorcist " oh [ name ] what are you doing here ? " your hands started to sweat and you couldn’t look at him in the eyes " o- oh i uhm .. uhm i just wanted to say i - … " " wait , before you speak i have something to say .. " he let you in the room with him and closed the door ' thank god ' you felt more relieved letting him speak first " i guess you probably still see me as dangerous overall everything that happened , but i do really mean it when i say that i don’t see you as a danger to the students anymore , if you’re willing to be next to me , not as a treat but as a partner , i would be the happiest guy in the school " he admitted looking at you with eyes filled with .. adoration.

You don’t remember what exactly happened after that , maybe because you felt too overwhelmed by the new emotions you felt , what you do know is that now you and Teru still pass the time together , but not as an exorcist and a supernatural , but as a couple , and you feel like you wouldn’t trade this with anything in the world

The end is kinda lame but i feel so tired so that’s all , hope you liked it !!

[destinyc1020]

Confessions:

1. The BET awards made me realize that im tired of twerking as choereography 😭 its boring and seems like a dance move when the performer cant really dance or mayb their managment doesnt beleive im them. Please bring back real choreograpjy (victoria monet is a great dancer!)

2. I hope Ayo continues to succeed! The bear is a great tv show, bt i hope she is known as a movie star too (sjes great in bottoms). Ik she got a film with Luca comign out which seems to b interestin. Bt its nice that a popular young monoracial black woman is popular and booked and busy!

3. Speaking of Luca, I like that hes one of the few directors who has WOC as the lead/colead. Z, Ayo, Taylor Russell and apparemtly kiki layne in a short film. A lot of these popular directors tend to never cast WOC in their films 🙃 and its nice that i almost always see a woc in his films.

Whew giiiiirlllll.....

You spoke some truth in this confession lol. 😅

1. I totally agree. Twerking is kind of played out as far as I'm concerned. 👀 It's fine if you want to incorporate that into your dance routine, but when it seems OVERplayed, that's when I have some issues. Another confession of mine: I'm kind of sick of women (especially woc) being hypersexualized in the music industry all the time now. 🥴 It's almost as if you're not dancing half-naked on stage or singing about your "p*ssy", the music industry just doesn't even have a need for you anymore... especially if you're a black woman! 🙄 Whatever happened to black female artists who kept their clothes on? What about the MUSIC? What about artists like Aretha Franklin? Tracy Chapman? Lauryn Hill? Alicia Keys? Let me tell you, as a little black girl who grew up listening to classical music and playing piano 🎹 myself, I looked up to artists like Alicia Keys so much! 😊 I wanted to be her lol 😆 It was great seeing a black/ biracial woman playing music like that. I saw how she played piano, wrote her own songs, etc.... she kept her clothes on. She let her MUSIC speak for itself. I loved that. Still love her music to this day! 🥰 We as black girls and women NEED to see diversity in how we are presented. 😔

2. I'm rooting for Ayo also Anon! 😁 When I saw her episode on SNL, I was like wow! She's extremely talented. I hope she goes far. 🥰👍🏾❤️ I don't mind her doing film OR TV, but if she prefers TV, then I'm fine with whatever she feels she prefers to do tbh! 😊

3. You know what Anon? You're right about Luca! 😃 I had not noticed that before, but you're right. I love that he gives black women some lead roles in his films, because goodness knows, not too many directors do. 😞 I like Kiki and I really hope she goes far!

[thatbxolivia]

senses

crying ik this is supposed to be cute and it is but im imagining anakin just knees to chest, high tailing it out to get to his baby and im just laughing tbh lmaooo

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it was gloomy today, and it matched anakin’s mood. dark clouds matched his dark demeanor as he sat in the most boring of council meetings. the truth was, anakin was tired of the order. he often found himself in important meetings, thinking of you. the life you could live if he could just get AWAY. he thought about the house you’d have, the hills it’d be on, the forest that’d be near by. the planet. the places. the people. experiencing all of it with you. that’s what he couldn’t wait for, that’s what he worked tirelessly for.

“general skywalker, any thoughts?” master windu spoke up, interrupting anakin’s thoughts, annoying him.

“no, sir,” was all anakin said. “everything is in place in the utapau system.” he finished. master windu nodded, acknowledging anakin’s answer. the rest of the council continued to speak amongst themselves, going back to ignoring anakin. he didn’t mind though. more time to indulge in fantasy, imagine the life he wanted to build with you.

you.

he felt a weird tug out of the door. down the hall. out the temple. he turned and looked behind him, seeing nothing there. he felt uneasy in his stomach, nervous. but it felt like they weren’t HIS emotions. for a brief moment, he sat dumbfounded, until he realized he was connecting with you when he heard you whining. it sounded distant, muffled, like underwater. he had an almost tunnel like vision and things began to blur. as master windu droned on, anakin nervously side eyed the door. he considered making a run for it, and truthfully just as he was about to, obiwan spoke up.

“masters, while i see the importance of this meeting, i must say it seems we’ve reached an impasse. might i suggest we take a short recess and reconvene in an hour?” he suggested gently, everyone nodding and agreeing amongst themselves. anakin silently thanked obiwan and hoped he got the message, as he didn’t stick around to find out. at the dismissal, anakin was running out of the door to you. his entire trek home was filled with thoughts of you, worrying about you, hoping you were okay.

as he got closer to home, it began down pouring. anakin could hear the thunder and see the lightning and knew this was a bad storm. no wonder you were scared!

back at the house, you sat in the small sensory tent your daddy set up for you in the corner of the bedroom. you held onto your stuffed teddy bear and sobbed at every loud crack of thunder. you couldn’t see ten feet in front of you due to the rain so you couldn’t even really look outside to see how bad the storm was. all you saw was darkness and rain, and it was barely afternoon.

another especially loud crack of thunder rang through the apartment, making you cry out. you hadn’t even heard your daddy come in but he had most definitely heard your sobs. he immediately rushed in, completely soaked from head to toe, not caring in the slightest. he just needed to get to his baby.

“baby, baby i’m here. daddy’s here.” he said, taking his cloak off so he wasn’t as wet when he went to touch you. he began rubbing your arms to try to calm you. “please open your eyes, daddy’s here.” he told you. you did just that and opened your eyes to the welcoming sight of your smiling daddy, ready to help however he could. you sighed in relief.

“daddy, i was so scared! i can handle small storms but this one is so loud!” you cried, hands over your ears. your daddy put his hands over yours, holding your face and making you look at him.

“i know, baby, this is a bad storm. it’s the rain season but even for the usual storms, you’re right, this one’s bad.” he agreed. you began to slow breathe to try to calm down. “good girl, all by yourself, i’m so proud of you.” your daddy told you, smiling. you felt much better and wiped your tears.

“daddy, you’re all wet.” you observed. he laughed and nodded.

“i ran all the way here, baby.” he said

“for me, daddy?” you asked and he smiled.

“always for you, baby. always.”

[doctoratecuddles]

recently ive been watching true crime cases, specifically medical ones and holy shit is it tragic. from negligences and malpractices which can completely change or seal a person's life, its honestly one of the most horrific things I've seen, especially considering how so many people are completely dependent on doctors to save their lives, but they cannot be sure whether or not to fully trust them. and all of this is just making me think of sparklecare and its frankly pathetic state.

i apologize for sounding morbid, but i wish barrys condition slowly became worse and worse after the negligence he suffered at the very start of the comic, and the surgery scene was the very last straw and he died. that would show how intense these malpractice cases really are.

and how about patients who believe they are in an institution which will actually help them, but as time passes they realised they're slowly being killed? patients who died and their families now have to live in grief, settling in with their loss?

this is probably one of the reasons i like the volume where the patients escape briefly so much; no matter how much they yell and scream to be heard, the public will always show deaf ears since the media is being paid to show this facade. it's such a heart-breaking and grieving moment, but i love it since it's true. it reminds me of rhe case of that one surgeon who installed plastic tubes on people saying they helped improve a rly serious condition, and the media praised him for he hid the truth, the plethora of dying and suffering people behind the scenes; but a few years later he finally got payback.

and how about hospitals' transphobia? this is more so of personal headcanons but i wish we had more characters who were trans but had internalized transphobia, like doom or cuddles, who neglected trans patients looking for healthcare.

smth I appreciate abt cometcare is how it shows how the past affected the patients' current lives. thats something ill give kudos for tbh

i just feel like sparklecare can be used to project a really powerful, dark, yet truthful message, the evils of the medical industry, which people often ignore or don't see it actually happening. and if i may add i hate how kittycorn changed the purpose of the fucking comic to rather than being a (failed) social commentary to coping/comfort comic because she was getting criticism. fuck off

anyways sorry for rambling its 2:42AM i stood up the whole night binging true crime im tired - 🐌🌴

Here's another ask where I don't even need to add anything because it's phrased so freakishly well. Snailnon I fear your writing skills and I will read any books you happen to publish in the future.

[f0point5]

the hot takes about the drivers being boring, not nice, not as naive... realistically i know that growing up in that type of environment and culture they have, it's kind of impossible to expect them to behave in a "normal" way we're used to. their lives are so far out of our reach. it's like being a celebrity. money and fame will always change people. and believe me, i've seen people personally with just the smallest amount of clout change drastically, especially with how easy it is to go viral on social media nowadays. once you integrate into that elite culture it's kind of a no brainer your view on the world is going to change if you're constantly surrounded by those types of people. it hurts my delusions but i know it's the truth. doesn't necessarily mean they're bad people, some of them yeah, but they're not as romance book coded as people want them to be for sure. if you're around hot and rich people your whole life then of course that's what you expect. like if it wasn't their job, why would someone who's making millions take the time for some random person on the street who isn't going to benefit them. i know racing is entertainment but i also know most of these guys signed up to be good at driving and not a public figure. the media part is probably just an unlucky chore they have to sit through in order to achieve their dream of driving an f1 car. as much as i want to project this ideal person onto a driver, i know that it's just my parasocial relationship talking and they're probably so incredibly different irl. honestly the patience people have in the public eye to be so kind to fans Always astounds me. bc im too moody and too much of a bitch for that. i would get cancelled for having a bad day and refusing to talk to fans.

That’s a fair take.

Tbh I think some drivers enjoy their social media fame. I’m not naming names buttt y’all know who you are.

Also, I think a few of them…ngl namely one Charles Leclerc, have spent a lot of time doing a Timmy Chalamet and playing into the romance book coded delusions.

Genuinely I do not understand how they stay so patient. But then I feel like sometimes you do see leakage when they’d just rather not. Sometimes I see videos of fans and I think Jesus this guy looks wrecked I’d never have the courage/audacity to go up to someone who looks that tired and uncomfortable like that’s a whole human being.

But I would get cancelled on day 1 lol