#what were you doing in the drafts dear photo?

[gisatako]

#552

[komoboko]

𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜𝐬

ft: Gyomei Himejima, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Obanai Iguro, Giyu Tomioka, Mitsuri Kanroji, Muichiro Tokito, Kyojuro Rengoku, shinobu Kocho, Tengen Uzui

hi i forgot i have a tumblr account this was an unfinished drafts so i just decided to finish dis

# gyomei ! ☆

GYOMEI can’t really text, he can’t even read your text.. the only time he has is when muichiro came over and read the text for him. You were then hit with a very long and dragged out voice message about what he did today, how he loves you and asks you to come by and visit his estate. You appreciated it but that was the first and last time you texted gyomei.

# sanemi ! ☆

A bit of a dry texter if I had to be honest with you. Not completely that its annoying but SANEMI isn't super energetic either.. that's only if you can properly get him to text you. He's rarely on his phone and when he is he rarely ever goes out of his way to read or respond to anybody's text messages. Luckily Sanemi "waste his time" in his words and actually responds to you and on the rare occasion hits you with a "i love you" instead of calling you dumb.

# obanai ! ☆

Another very very dry texter, excepts OBANAI actually answers your text messages. Sometimes. He loves using those text reactions instead of sending a proper message, or other times he just uses "👍" instead. When he does text its always to remind you of something or asks you a question he would rather say online. There are those times where he blames kaburamaru for slithering over his keyboard when he sends you a heartfelt message.

# giyu! ☆

Is much much much worse than sanemi when it comes to not texting people. You rarely if ever get a proper text message from him, to the point you question if he even owns a phone. GIYU always tells you that he prefers to properly adress you in public (he has yet to figure out how to use facetime when he said this) and he just likes to see your expression. Though when giyu did figure out facetime exist you get a call once a night just so he can tell you he loves you and properly see your face.

# Mitsuri ! ☆

A very VERY energetic texter. MITSURI practically texts you every single second she has!! She also absolutely loves informing you on anything that happens during the day making sure she always sends you a selfie or two before the day ends. Probably one of the people on this list who texts you more than you do by a mile. She just has so much to tell you! She's also obsessed with using filters so most of her photos of herself and you have a filter on them (her favorite is the pink dog face one).

# Muichiro ! ☆

MUICHIRO gives giyu a run for his money when it comes to never texting you at all. Yet unlike giyu who just likes seeing you in person (Muichiro does too of course) Muichiro just forgets. If he doesn't see you text immediately then you'll get a response in approximately 3 days. You probably have to call him just to tell you to respond to your text. Atleast he makes it up to you by hanging out with you in person.

# Kyojuro ! ☆

You're sure his phone must be broken because you've never seen KYOJURO type in lowercase before. Another person who texts you alot but less than mitsuri. He always tries to make sure to send you morning and good night texts (he wakes up at the crack of dawn and goes to sleep at 9:30 p.m on the dot). Also somebody to send those really cringey gifs constantly. You without fail always get a "HAVE A GOOD DAY! I LOVE YOU AND I'LL SEE YOU SOON!! 🔥"

# Shinobu ! ☆

Unlike some of the people on this list she texts you on a regular but casual basis. SHINOBU always make sure to text you atleast once a day, the only problem is she texts you like she's sending a lettter in the mail. Every single message has 'Dear.. and From, Shinobu Kocho" and she has the most on point grammar you'll ever see. Her little letters would be really romantic if you actually got the physical letter instead of the text message.

# Uzui ☆ !

A wild card when it comes to texting but UZUI usually texts you frequently. Another person who is obsessed with using emojis and also uses the "✨" because he claims its the most flamboyant emoji his phone has. He takes alot more selfies of himself compared to Mitsuri and always asks you to rate them for him. His wives usually are the ones who texts you with more sense, all of you are in a groupchat (excluding tengen) that you gossip in.

[worldwide-simp]

Diary of the inferior

Scp x reader

(isn't really proof-read )

This is something I had written a few words of, stored in my drafts and didn't let it see the light of day (see what I did there hehe) for some time. But I have now finished it (kinda) and its certainly one of my longest pieces. 

(The first few entries are short and poorly written, but it becomes better after some time.)

warnings: gore, kinda pessimistic views, I hate Entry 1 with all my heart, false reality, violence, euthanasia, body horror, religious talk, death.

Scp 105 is post Omega-7, she’s 24 here.

Entry 1: New Beginnings

Dear Diary, 

Maybe I should’ve listened when people told me to never take strange job opportunities.  

I thought it was perfect, I was working in a shop on minimum wage, and I could barely afford simple life necessities.

I still had to pay off my student debt and that made life all the harder. When I saw this strange opportunity presented to me by a shady caucasian man, I believed that this would be my saving light. 

I wish I had been shot that day. A bullet mysteriously found its way into my skull. A news reported merely stated it was an accident; or running from that horrid officer only to “disappear” and never see the light of day again.

I just wish that death had claimed me as one of their countless victims before immortality and the infinite loop of time laid hands upon me.

—-

Entry 2: the flower of beloved Iris

Dear Diary, 

On my photo ID, there was my smiling face. It was a smile of pure joy. You could glance at it and call it cheeky if you dared. But I was merely innocent. Innocent as a human could be. 

After the photo had been taken, I was briefed on what I’d be doing. A rambling speech about the foundation's lack of care for qualified staff and instead people with logic and reasoning. 

That gave you a fighting chance, because how bad could this job be if you just needed a little logic?  I met a girl a few weeks later. I always wondered why she had that camera with her. Perhaps it had been a dear hobby of hers? 

I found out my presumption was wrong when she took a photograph of a flower in a vase some distance away, took the picture out and then proceeded to stick her hand in the image; giving me the flower after twirling it in her fingers. 

Iris seemed proud of making me joyful, I believed I laughed all night. I later placed the flower on my desk, and even after it wilted and its petals fragile and bleak; I still folded it into my pocket and to this day it still resides there. 

She was more on the quiet side but still gave me those sad smiles with dimples on her cheeks.  I had distinctively remembered wondering about the cause of those scars on her eyelid, jaw and hands.  — 

Entry 3: false reality

Dear Diary, 

I found out Iris was an anomaly; an Scp, if you wanted a more precise definition. This was told to me by a person higher on the foundation hierarchy for its staff. Not Iris herself. 

Was I slightly hurt? Yes. 

It had left me staring into a void, although I had seen her camera doing its magic. I must have created some false reality in my head that explained this bizarre situation. 

At the time, I was scrawling through my notebook with such vigour it was comparable to an inspired writer. I was not inspired in a awestriking way. Simply wanting to write about my trepidations concerning this topic and send the letter to me in a shitty way of making myself laugh.

(Mind you, if you too were stuck as a lab assistant watching sentient doughnuts bite people, you almost certainly develop terrible humour.)

—

Entry 4: the beginning of the end

Dear Diary, 

Something strange had occurred.

I had been assigned a mission. Naturally I was confused. Lab assistants being assigned things other than cleaning up the blood after cross-testings? It was something I found most peculiar. 

They, (foundation staff),had suited me up in some strange black equipment, handed me a gun and pushed me over to some people waiting inside a black van.

I don't even have a formal qualification to handle a gun; I had screamed. Why would this be happening? I remember saying that to myself. over and over again.

A pathetic mantra that I so feebly considered answered by the many voices in my head. I cried. Then I wiped the liquid with my hand; I had refused the notion that I was a weak, feeble creature hiding the true meaning of my nature. 

When I really was just that. 

All those other people had kept their heads down, mindlessly fidgeting with their hands or drumming their fingers nervously on the knee. I merely stared at the wall, already feeling the sensation of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. 

I didn't know them, and at this rate; I would never.

—

Entry 5: pathetic chess games

Dear diary, 

They had gotten off the van, dressed in full tactical gear and shivering with a dreadful fear. This situation felt wrong and I memorized the look of someone who knew too much. It was in a puddle of water. It was my face.

Perhaps I was seeing the foreshadows of fate that dangled right in front of my eyes. But I saw nothing, heard nothing and knew nothing. This was all one of the many cruel games the foundation played, killing people as if they were mere chess pieces. 

All just to win to the game, only for another to proceed after that.

—

Entry 6: the majority and the minority

Dear Diary, 

 Scp-001 S. D. Locke’s proposal is one of the many 001 proposals that exist: detailing the sun becoming a hostile being that eradicates human beings, converts them into sentient piles of flesh which aim to find unconverted humans and drag them into the sunlight, for them too to become those hideous masses of skin. 

The scenario occurred in my timeline, at first I didn't know what was happening, only that the other staff members had screamed about the light being good and holy before I heard the most awful noises.

It squelched, moaned and cried. I suppressed gags and muffled my mouth with a cloth. What the fuck was happening? Where had they all gone? Why do they sound not human anymore?

I had ran out from the cover of the van to shield under the safety of a building, not before looking back and laying my eyes upon a horror of flesh melting away under the rays of the hostile sun, dragging its amorphous clumps of bodies towards me. 

They had once been human like myself. I had only saved myself but not them. I should go join them to redeem myself to the judging light and have my sins cleansed. I was a wretched human not worthy of being alive. 

I kept on running, determined to never let the sun touch my skin ever again. I had slammed the door of the building. It was desolate and empty. When I’d step on the ground too hard, I could hear the echoes of the impact.

The was a distinctive waft of bleach, specifically chlorine that reminded me of swimming pools. There was a lack of furnacing; which reminisced the not-so-distant memory of my office. I took shallow breaths, slumping down to the ground and rubbing a sore ligament. 

This was a weak thing a human could do, but I sobbed. I cried and cried until I felt like everything went numb. But it cleared my mind slightly, feeling less like a suffocating cloth and more so like a haze of cloud. 

I felt around in my breast pocket, closing my fingers around a packet and tearing it off and chewed on the granola bar slowly. My mouth felt dry and my throat burned, however, despite the lack of comfort, I still ate. 

I pondered on what I could do. Could I stay here and call for backup or try to find someone who was still alive? 

I sighed, then fiddled with the packet from the granola bar. Was I at fault for my comrades being turned into those abominations of flesh? I could've saved them; told them to stay inside the van and that I’d go out and check. It would’ve resulted in my death, but wasn't appeasing the majority a more important factor than the minority? 

—

Entry 7: The silence of the lamb

Dear Diary,  

I had a radio that I had snatched last minute from the van before dashing off. I had tried reaching out to anyone I could. But there was only silence.

—

Entry 8: Nihilism

Dear Diary, 

I had successfully contacted a person without being disoriented by loud static. I heard heavy breathing, it was loud and quite alarming. There was a persistent sloshing of liquid in the background. It was quiet for a few seconds; eerily quiet. Before someone spoke. 

“You are alone. You will stay forever alone if you do not accept the beautiful light. Go outside.” 

I threw the radio to a corner of the room, and it broke into several pieces. The voice didn't sound human anymore, it was distorted with an otherworldly passion. I was so blinded by the anger that had irrationally consumed me for a second I broke my only means of communication.  

Maybe I would be truly alone if I didn't go outside.

There was nothing to live for anymore.

—

Entry 9: kiss away the gore

Dear Diary, 

If loneliness was the way I would die, perhaps it would be better to perish in the sun than of hunger and the echoing quiet. I lived in cowardliness and fear. I can be free where I belong. 

I opened the door I had blocked two days ago. Such a feeble mind, but I had found revelation.  I will cleanse my body of this impurity, harbouring sins and the devil's hands caressing my skin. 

I will burn it all away. 

This was the only way I would be accepted, then I’d find peace. 

I stepped into the sunlight and stared at the scarlet sun's beauty. I felt my skin being pulled apart, melting into a puddle of goo, bones liquefying and a boiling feeling. My human mouth shrieked, but that was insignificant. My fingers merged together before becoming a singular stump and my body was crafted new.

There was an agony I couldn't describe in words. No matter how many times I may rip out this page and rewrite it countless times, no work of poetry could ever shed light on the feeling. 

My body was crafted pristine, I now moved surprisingly fast. The puddle of goo had moulded itself into the body of my absolute nature. I sought new flesh. That I would bind myself to another pure being. 

Later, I stumbled across a facility devoid of people, there were only pools of blood on the floor. The once pure white walls had undertones of fleshy colours. If I were still human, I would've gagged at the goriness of it all.

But I didn't, instead I lurked deeper into the building. A net ensnared my body all of a sudden, and I choked out a throaty snarl. A familiar figure loomed over me, with a knife poised at my throat. 

I gnashed my fleshy teeth together, reaching out to capture this impure human and bring it to the light. But the creases under their eyes faded, tossed the knife to the side and removed the netting. 

What was this revolting human doing-

I was engulfed in an embrace, a hand of theirs resting on the small of my back and the other placed upon my throat, pushing it back. Almost as if it was endeavouring for me not to rip out their face.

“I can't believe something like this could happen to such a beautiful person like you.” They murmured, gripping my body tighter like I would dissolve into ash at any moment. My jaw snapped abruptly and they hushed me. 

I heard the shuffling of fabric. Cool metal grazed my face before I heard them speak again; “It must be painful for you, I’ll shoot you so you can rest peacefully.” 

Then they squeezed my back with such gentleness it would be hard to imagine that someone like this would shoot me. 

The last things I felt were the soft fluttering of my dead heart, a soft kiss on the lips and seeing their appearance one more time. Admiring their shortly cut blond hair, scars adorning their face and cerulean blue eyes. 

Those beloved dimples showed as they smiled so miserably at the prospect of being alone once again. But this was for your sake. 

“Wait-”

She pulled the trigger. 

And you saw nothing. 

[bloodlustngore]

Don’t show her!

Penelope shows Reid a picture of Emily from her school years and tells Emily she will show Y/n the picture, who Emily really likes, Y/n comes over at the right time.

A/n: This is just a little silly oneshot I had in my drafts from ages ago! I’m working on a longer one right now but thought I’d upload this one ;) which is probs really crap but oh well ig

Wattpad link:

When Emily had gotten into work this morning, Penelope was stood beside Spencer who was at his desk on the otherside to Emily, holding a picture. She so badly wanted to know what it was about because Spencer was questioning it while also glancing at her a few times, she was too busy drinking the rest of her coffee until Penelope had spoken up "you were too young to understand this" she chuckled.

Emily rolled her eyes at them both "alright what are you two looking at?" She asked while rolling her eyes, grabbing the picture from the blonde, she turned it around. It just so happened to be her yearbook picture from years and years ago, back when she was in highschool in, with wild hair and the goth phase.

"Okay, you edited this or something. That hair?" Emily rolled her eyes again, she knew full well that the picture wasn't edited or anything that was all her and Penelope would remind her. "Oh no pussycat that was all you" she chuckled.

"Where did you even find this anyway?" Emily questioned, she knew that was a stupid thing to ask knowing that Penelope was one of the best hackers/tech person shes ever known. "Do you really have to ask that Emily" she laughed. Emily laughed a little bit but what Penelope said next was not making her laugh.

"I wonder what Y/n would think of this?" She smirked. That was when Emily has clutched onto that photo for dear life and made sure that nobody else would see it. "Oh Pen, thats dangerous territory" Spencer chuckled. Knowing full well how Emily felt about this woman. "You wouldn't Penelope Garcia" Emily warned. But the blonde smirked at her, nodding her head.

"Oh I would, I can just send it to Y/n' phone right now" she chuckled, teasing Emily. "No seriously Pen don't show her!" Emily exclaimed but as quietly as she could considering shes at work and doesn't want to cause a scene over a silly picture of her from high school...it was just embarassing.

"Don't show me what?" Y/n over hears Emily as she approaches the brunette, smiling at her. "Um nothing" Emily tried to hide that picture so well but Y/n had already caught on the moment she saw it in Emily's hands. Y/n knew how to distract her so she could get the photo from her hands, Penelope and Spencer just watched the two women, as Y/n teased Emily, leaning over her desk in front of her with a smirk plastered on Y/n' face, and the fact her cleavage was showing a little as she leaned forward. Emily tried so hard not to look in Y/n' direction but the moment she did, the brunette couldn't help but look, despite trying to just look up at Y/n' face, Emily getting a bit flustered.

"Spence your innocent eyes, look away" Penelope joked as she laughed at his confused facial expressions "thats how you distract Prentiss, Reid. Or atleast how I do" Y/n chuckled, teasing Emily even more.

And just like that Y/n managed to get the photo from her hands, Emily was about to protest until it was too late. "Is this a picture of you from school?!" Y/n exclaimed, she didn't laugh but she did tease Emily again when she smirked at her. Emily rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed and embarassed.

"I hate you all" she sighs, but Emily didn't mean it, no matter how much she teased her she could never hate Y/n for it, she loved it...because she could get her back later for this. And Emily knew just exactly how she would do that to her.

"I think you looked pretty cool" Y/n winked. Emily didn't have to be embarrassed atleast it wasn't as bad as Y/n' high school picture that was for sure.

"And plus it doesn't look as bad as mine" Y/n chuckled. Now getting the attention of Garcia, Reid and Emily all at once, they looked at her in sync. "I have to find it" Penelope added, with a chuckle.

"No please don't! Its really bad" Y/n begged. Emily playfully punched your arm and smiled "now you've seen mine, I have to see yours".

"Shut up you" Y/n rolled her eyes at the brunette woman. Penelope practically raced over to her office, Spencer went over to Derek as he spotted him. Y/n and Emily continued their little flirty ways with each other that the whole team can even sense their behaviour with each other, but they wouldn't say a word until both Y/n and Emily finally admit it or if it gets to a point where they're sick of them playing around, which currently, they are.

“We've got a case" Hotch mentions. Y/n, speed walking to the room, Emily following behind as she grabs Y/n' wrist and manages to pry the photo of her from her hand. Both women letting out giggles, as they continued to the room to get briefed.

[i-write-boop-spoops]

How do you think Leon and Steven react to a singer s/o

No joke, somehow this ask has been in my drafts for over a year, basically done.... so sorry about this anon!

OMG anon you have given me such vivid ideas ok

Naturally, they would both be very in awe of your voice and presence on stage. They would be extremely supportive of you too, trying to attend as many performances of yours as possible.

But that’s not what I find interesting about this, instead I wanted to talk a bit about what kind of singer you are, and how that would affect the relationship.

So with Steven I can totally see you as a lounge singer, you know the sultry elegant kind, dressed in a beautiful sleek dress/suit, performing at a very exclusive club. The moment Steven first laid eyes on you, he was in love, the moment he first heard you sing, his jaw hit the floor. Now, of course, this wasn’t the first time a rich somebody had takena liking to you, your beauty and talent combined with your job often landed you in their lines of sight. But you felt he was different, genuine, quirky, sweet - maybe because your dear friend Wallace had gushed to you about how great he was.

Of course Wallace was also there that night, having invited Steven there to 1. get him to have a little fun and 2. meet you and fall in love, though obviously he didn’t mention the second part. After your performance he insisted to Steven that they both say hi to you, and very quickly he was ignored (the only time he was happy this happened btw), in favour of you and steven just instantly clicking and spending the rest of the evening chatting.

Since you do more lowkey work, despite rubbing elbows with a lot of famous and/or wealthy people, your life is pretty quiet for the most part, which suits both you and steven greatly.

He loves sitting at the front-most table with a drink in hand, smiling this proud, precious little smile that only you know the nature of, mesmerized by your voice and beauty.

And while usually quite humble, he can't help revel in the envy when you turn your admirers down. He loves the chance to swoop in and put a casual, but delicate hand on your back while someone tries to make a move on you.

Also he now supplies you with most of your jewellery. You love wearing pieces that incorporate stones and gems he’s collected for you.

With Leon, I love the idea of a celebrity couple trying to live a private life, like you’re a world-famous superstar singer and Leon’s the fucking unbeatable champion. I imagine a LOT of paparazzi photos of the two of you in the mcu-style baseball-cap-sunglasses disguise trying to grab coffee or something. You two are frequently the subject of gossip-columns and twitter-stan wars.

Wyndon stadium was being used to host one of your sold-out concerts, you arrived the day before, and were practising your choreo on the stage with your back-up dancers. Leon, finishing up at the in-stadium gym for the day, decided to come out to watch, being a fan of you. Being a fan of him too(especially in that tank-top he was wearing 👀), you gladly delighted in his presence, even taught him some of the moves. When you took a break, you got to flirting chatting and swapped numbers. You invited to come to your show the next day, and made sure he got VIP backstage access. The rest as they say, is history.

A plus of the both of you being famous, is that you're used to the spotlight, which means Leon gets to show you off at red carpets, promotional events, after-parties etc. A downside is, you're both very busy, you often tour abroad, but you always try your best to see each other and call everyday.

Not that your love songs were bad before you and Leon starting dating but they got so much more emotional, relatable and memorable after you started seeing the Galar Champ!

You've won best-dressed couple at the Poké-Met gala two years in a row (thanks to your stylist, you can't trust Lee with this kind of stuff).

[starsfic]

For the art school au

How would azure take to the news? Mean obviously he's not happy about wukong marrying someone else, but what about him also having a kid?

I was especially was interested in how Mac was going on about how similar he is to wukong.

Id think azure would want to meet MK himself eventually and of course takes to him instantly. All the while feeling a pain and anger burning in his chest because

in a better timeline where things had worked out with wukong, he could of been the one to raise this sweet kid along side him. Not some random boring ass loser guy.

Wukong and Xiaotain SHOULD be his family

Not to mention getting close and friendly to the kid gives him an in to wukong and tang

Knock knock. "Azure?" Knock knock knock. "Azure?" Knock knock. "Azure, you've been in here for a while."

Azure sat in the shower, staring at the mirror he had broken. He couldn't bring himself to say a word. What could he say? The only thing broiling in his throat was a scream.

He thought he had gotten over Wukong.

Not really. Who could get over Wukong? Azure at least could spend nights without sobbing over lost possibilities and focus on his work. He thought he was fine. He was getting over it.

Now he was back here, right when he realized Wukong was married to someone who wasn't Azure. That day, it had taken so much restraint to not do something he would regret. He had walked away from Wukong's glare and the other man's stare of confusion, got into his car, drove home-

And screamed.

Wukong had a son with that man. A son, according to Macaque, who smiled just as bright. A son who was in his twenties. A son named Qi Xiaotian.

Knock knock. "Azure, if you don't say something, we're breaking the door down."

"I'm alive," Azure croaked, pulling out his phone and tapping on the main social media he used. It had been years since he had dared to check on Wukong on it, but the name was still the same. The first photo that popped up nearly had Azure stop breathing.

It was Wukong. Wukong smiled bright at the picture, wearing a cute yellow sweater, and holding a thing of boba tea. Azure's heart gave a thump. It was like years hadn't passed and they were on a date. Wukong and him had walked to the local boba shop and gotten some tea. Tears prickled at his eyes and Azure wiped them away, scrolling down.

The next picture had an unfamiliar young man. This must be the son. Wukong had his hand around his shoulders and the two beamed at the camera. The son wore ratty clothes and was covered in paint. It was the type of picture that...if everything had gone the way Azure intended...that would sit on his desk. Azure would proudly say "That's my husband and son."

The caption under the picture was a So proud of my kid! Qi Xiaotian finishes another wonderful painting! I'm so proud of you, bud! Azure tapped the photo and scrolled to the side, revealing the painting.

It was wonderful. A beautiful landscape piece beckoned with green forest and blue sky, red birds dancing in the sunlight. Azure couldn't help a chuckle. Wukong was rightly proud of Qi Xiaotian.

He had to meet him.

Azure needed an excuse though. Some kind of reason that a stranger would want to meet a young man. He couldn't just introduce himself. Wukong probably wouldn't let him close if Xiaotian told him.

Wait. Hang on.

Azure felt a smile form as he downloaded the link to the city's calligraphy contest. The firm hadn't chosen a champion yet. Now seemed like a good time. Even if Xiaotian and whatever team he chose didn't win, Azure would have access to Wukong.

With that, he found Xiaotian's email and began to draft.

Dear Qi Xiaotian...

[theblackphoenixwritings]

-𝙒𝙝𝙮?- -𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙪𝙨 & 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚

The crackling of the fire in the fireplace had been the only company Marius had longed for during that long and busy week.A curious contrast that of the noise of the fire, almost cheerful, with the silence of the snow falling outside, enveloping everything for several days now. That isolation was born out of his loyalty to his duty. He could not regret setting it aside for, he had to admit to himself, quite some time. That time had been filled by love and tenderness, by being close again to those he loved. It had been an intense and happy few weeks, Armand remaining always by his side, proud and devoted, his eyes full of love, Daniel who like Armand, never left Marius and was always there ready to offer his support and love. Thorne who despite being at least as busy as Marius, always found time to go to Marius to spend time together. And Lestat and Avicus, dear Zenobia, and Teskhamen.Marius had finally felt at peace and though he feared even to utter, within himself that word, happy.

Now the clutter in that room was a testament to his stubbornness, there were too many matters that had been left unfinished, too many things unfinished or to be corrected, and it was his specific duty to remedy and set things right. The desk was buried with pages and pages, written in elegant handwriting, open and closed books arranged one on top of the other, there were also ancient scrolls, photos and reports, documents about the activities of the immortals, law requests and drafts to be checked and finished, even complaints and stories and testimonies collected in order to give more attention to problems that might arise among the immortals. On the majestic ruby-red carpet that reached from the foot of the desk to the large bed, were scattered sketch pads, and sheets with barely drawn drafts, others finished, pencils and brushes, oil pastels and canvas boards. There was also the design of the large mural to be finished and checked, and it had to be harmonious throughout, it had to remember their history and their protagonists and pass it on.

All those studies were important and needed to be created with care and attention and then be supportive of the final project. Marius observed that confusion and sighed, resting his face in his hands. As his thoughts followed that chaos unable to make sense of how he had managed to create such a mess, gentle but firm knocks made themselves heard at his door. After a moment Thorne's gentle face peeped out, Marius smiled happily, leaning against the back of the large carved fine wooden stool, and with a wave of his hand invited his best friend in. He was always happy to see and talk with Thorne, was glad to see that he was well after recent events, glad in a way Marius could not give words to.

He knew, however, that Thorne, more than anyone else had made Marius' words his own, and between them it was often no longer necessary to use them. They understood each other with their look at each other, their friendship had become a deep and unbreakable bond. "Are you well? Do you need anything?" asked Marius as Thorne sat down in front of him. " It's strange I had come here, just to ask you these very questions. You are greatly missed." replied Thorne, settling into the red velvet armchair.

"I know I've beennot much present lately, but all this mess, it must lead me to put things in perspective and be able to support this court in every way. I have been putting this off and now I have to put it in order. You are always in my thoughts, even if I am not there with you." Marius knew that might sound like a weak excuse, but Thorne was as devoted to that family as Marius was and knew well that some things took time and detachment. " I just wish you would remember that you are no longer alone. We're here if you need a hand. And certainly we are not senators from ancient Rome, but we are here for you, and you know how precious you are to us. What I mean is that you can lean on me as well as Daniel and Armand and all the others who love you. Remember that you can share any burden or thought with us." Thorne, wanted Marius to be ready to accept that those who loved him were ready to be his support; he was no longer alone.

" Well it seems that even these gods, in whom I do not believe, somehow blessed me. Who knows maybe it was just your Thor." said Marius, with bright eyes and a gentle smile. " Why?" asked Thorne puzzled. He did not see what the gods could have to do with his words. " Because he has given me a friend who has the heart to listen to me when I speak, to see me when I am dejected, to walk by my side when I go astray, to show me the way with his presence, for the gift of his presence and his love. For I have found a friend and a brother, for I have never had one in my immortality, not so close to my heart, not so pure and strong in his friendship toward me." It was Thorne's turn to smile and have his eyes glaze over. " Whether this is because of the gods or a higher will, it matters little, but my will to stand by your side is unchanged and ever faithful."

[lex-loudestwoman]

folklore lyrics and story: the 1

I can't even tell you how excited I am to dive into this iconic escapism album born of the early COVID lockdown days of depression, cat hair, endless TV, and maybe a little too much white wine.

the 1

I think Taylor is singing to a past version of herself in the 1. This version of herself was able to be openly out and about in NYC, going on dates with women she met on the internet (Karlie's tweet in 2013, anyone?) and maybe even decided to come out one day.

I imagine this as if Taylor was walking through her beautiful NYC neighborhood and saw someone who reminded her of her younger self, and this is the conversation she would have had with that version of herself if they had bumped into each other on the street.

In the song there is "me" (first person POV, this is the narrator) and "you" (someone else) and "we" (person one and person two).

The Taylor of Spring 2020 is "me," while the old Taylor who was allowed to live life in public with Karlie as besties back in the 1989 era is "you," and "we" is actually Taylor referring to her more comprehensive "self" - the amalgamation of all her past selves who led her to who she is today.

It's also important to look at the use of verb tenses in the song so we understand what happened when in this story. There's the present tense, talking about the here & now, and there is the past when "we" were still something.

I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit Been saying "yes" instead of "no" I thought I saw you at the bus stop, I didn't though

(Please, dear reader, I need you to know that I fully wrote these first two lyric sections THREE TIMES before they finally saved. F u tumblr drafts!! moving on...)

Taylor is catching up with this other person who she ran into maybe unexpectedly. The chat presumably starts out with pleasantries, to which Taylor responds "I'm doing good I'm on some new shit, I've been saying yes instead of no." Taylor gives the surface level, instant response of "doing good" and then expands to give the other person more information. Taylor is on some "new shit" and she's been saying yes instead of no. This new shit is probably her acknowledgement of yet another reinvention and a New Taylor. If this person knows Taylor well, they'll understand that she is regularly deciding who the newest version of her will be, always on her new shit!

Taylor describes a big change between the old and new her, which is that she is now saying yes instead of no. I think that means Taylor isn't automatically responding to everything unexpected or questioning with "no," she's not on defense anymore and isn't jumping straight to denial, deflect, defuse. Now, she's saying "yes" and allowing herself to be more open, vulnerable, and honest in her truth. She's probably trying new things that were once uncomfortable or scary for the old Taylor.

Taylor tells the person she's speaking to that she thought she saw them out one day (maybe at The Bus Stop in the West Village) and was a little let down to realize it wasn't actually them. This means that the current interaction is likely a positive, pleasant encounter.

I hit the ground running each night I hit the Sunday matinée You know the greatest films of all time were never made

Taylor hits the ground running each night. I think this line refers to Alice Merton's song Hit the Ground Running, which is ABOUT MERTON STARTING HER OWN RECORD LABEL.

Today is August 15, 2023 and when Taylor Swift launches a fucking record label I want you all to know that I called it. Just for the record.

Also there is definitely more to dig into about Alice Melton, who has a ton of similarities and connections to Taylor Swift, but that's for another day. So Taylor updates this person about whatever it is she's working on professionally right now (karma is fucking real bitches).

Taylor also hits the Sunday Matinee. I think this refers to the candid photo collection published by Brooke Smith (aka Dr. Hahn on Grey's Anatomy) which illustrates the collective misfit nature of the punk rock community in the East Village in the 1980s. Specifically, this community thrived in THE BOWERY NEIGHBORHOOD. Brooke described the punk community as a bunch of disenfranchised kids who never really fit in and then found a welcoming family in punk.

So Taylor is also telling this person about how she's building her community and documenting it in photos right now. (Maybe flagging for the Long Pond Sessions? More Polaroid imagery?) I imagine her community members are Jack Antonoff, Aaron Dessner, Zoe Kravitz, Marcus Mumford, Bon Iver, and others in her music creating community throughout folkmore.

Next Taylor shares a knowing reflection with the other person, acknowledging a shared experience here. She says "you know, the greatest films of all time are never made," kind of in a "you know how it goes" kinda way. *shrugs*

I'm not sure exactly what she is referring to with the greatest films of all time line. Lina Naktine posits that the truly great films aren't made because of fear of profit loss. Great films take risks, and great film industry executives don't want to risk their bottom line to try something experimental or bold. So, even though incredible scripts are written and submitted for funding and development, they're never made. Following this thought process, Taylor is lamenting the fact that art and expression are limited by the oversight of big studios.

This line after the last two references of authentic, self-governing community in music and music rights, profits, and ownership in music labels hits really hard. Taylor is up to something big but she's playing it really casual as she catches up with this person.

I guess you never know, never know And if you wanted me, you really should've showed And if you never bleed, you're never gonna grow And it's alright now

Okay, so this is where we finally hear from the other person. They respond to Taylor, saying, "I guess you never know, and if you wanted me you really should've showed." The other person seems to disagree with Taylor's thoughts about the greatest films of all time never being made, they posit that they might eventually be made, you never know! This person goes on to acknowledge the elephant in the room: their history with Taylor.

Here's where my theory of who "you" is referring to is important. I think "you" is the version of Taylor from 1989 Girl Squad era of Taylor's life, if she had been able to keep that identity instead of reinventing herself for Reputation. So Taylor is talking to the carefree, single life that she lived in the early days of her NYC Lifestyle.

"And if you wanted me, you really should've showed." 1989 Taylor is acknowledging that present day Taylor wishes she hadn't lost 1989 Taylor's life, and 1989 Taylor tells her that if she really had wanted this life for herself, she should've showed her true (gay) colors back when she had the chance.

"And if you never bleed you're never gonna grow." 1989 Taylor criticizes Taylor here, pointing out her pattern of protecting herself from bleeding by cutting and running and reinventing herself anytime someone gets too close and feels potentially threatening.

"And it's alright now." I think this is as if 1989 Taylor has been living out & proud for the last 10 years and she's telling present day Taylor that everything she was afraid of happening turned out alright now.

But we were something, don't you think so? Roaring 20s, tossing pennies in the pool And if my wishes came true It would've been you In my defense, I have none For never leaving well enough alone But it would've been fun If you would've been the one (Ooh)

The POV changes again, Taylor of present day is speaking now! She's reflecting on the 1989 era of her life wistfully. Taylor reflects on those years of her life, her roaring 20s, the wishes she made tossing pennies in the pool. And she tells us that if the wishes she made in her best best friends era with Karlie had come true, she would've been 1989 era Taylor forever.

Taylor goes on to say, "in my defense, I have none" which means "in my defense, I am defenseless, I am vulnerable, I have no shield." And she is defenseless against "leaving well enough alone," implying that she messed with a perfectly good situation when it was well enough, and her interference is what caused the 1989 era to end.

She goes on to underscore her belief that it would've been fun to stay 1989 Taylor, dating the love of her life in plain sight under the sweet disguise of friendship.

I have this dream you're doing cool shit Having adventures on your own You meet some woman on the internet and take her home We never painted by the numbers, baby But we were making it count You know the greatest loves of all time are over now I guess you never know, never know And it's another day waking up alone

Taylor of today is now talking about and to 1989 Taylor. Present day Taylor has a dream that the 1989 Tay is doing cool shit, having adventures on her own, maybe she'd even be on the online dating apps and meet some stranger woman and take her home! Taylor dreams of having the ability to be in a normal, low-key, low-stakes relationship at this stage in her life, compared to the complications and heartache that go with a seven year long love affair while stuck in the closet.

Taylor keeps talking about how she behaved back in the day. This is now the "we" of the song- Taylor of the present is calling herself "we" when she thinks back to what the 1989 era was like, because both she and this grown up 1989 Taylor were both there. She says that they never painted by the numbers, but they were making it count - I think this means that they broke the rules back then and did things differently than people expected them to, but she reflects that the unusual way she did things back in ~2014 worked for her then.

"You know the greatest loves of all time are over now." Taylor of today tells 1989 Taylor that the greatest love story of all time (Karlie & Taylor) is over now, which implies that this conversation happens during a Kaylor breakup. Taylor adds a little hope into the discussion, bringing 1989 Taylor's words back around - I guess you never know if the greatest love is over now, it could be alive still, or it may come back around.

"And it's another day waking up alone." Taylor updates 1989 Tay on the current state of her life - she's waking up alone, no lover beside her in her bed.

I, I, I persist and resist the temptation to ask you If one thing had been different Would everything be different today?

Taylor of today is thinking to herself now, trying to keep herself strong and not ask the question she desperately wants to know the answer to: if ONE thing had been different, would everything be different today? If she had made one different decision in her life, would everything else have changed for the better or worse? I think she's thinking about The 1975 Kissgate ~event~ of December 4, 2014, or something else related to stepping out publicly with Karlie back when things were much simpler.

We were something, don't you think so? Rosé flowing with your chosen family And it would've been sweet If it could've been me In my defense, I have none For digging up the grave another time But it would've been fun If you would've been the one (Ooh)

Taylor ends up the conversation with her past self, again reflecting on the fun they had and lamenting the loss she feels when she thinks about this potential other life she could've lived. There was rosé flowing with her chosen family (gay!), and it would've been sweet if that version of herself could've stayed around as a long-term identity and persona.

She again states that she's defenseless against digging up the grave another time, which must be why she's alone now. But she can accept that things are different, daydream about what could've been, and eventually walk away from the one.

If you made it this far, THANK YOU!! I'd love to hear your feedback, your unhinged Taylor/Kaylor theories, and please send me any tie-ins you find that support or conflict with my analysis. Let's use those AP English Lit skills and be the DEAREST of readers.

XOXO, The Loudest Woman this town has ever seen

[samustrap]

Letting go of you (that's a heartbreak)

With his brown fixed on that screen, tears overflowed from Atsumu's eyes. It was a routine at this point; get home from the Jackals practice and lock himself in that room with the only intention of admiring videos of that transe-inducing man named Sunarin- a famous singer that weirdly enough, didn't have a single candid photo of him, not even in events that were shown in his schedule.

Sunarin had the perfect olive green eyes that enchanted millions of viewers worldwide. Atsumu Miya wasn't special in that aspect.

He wasn't the only one who thought about that man when he was alone at night, craving the closeness of another human being. He wasn't the only one with the creeping feeling that Sunarin had his eyes fixated upon him throughout the many days, nights, twilights and dusks after that first video that Miya had watched while waiting for his subway to arrive.

He definitely wasn't the only one who felt his skin burning and heart skipping a beat whenever he imagined how Sunarin's touch must feel like. To be close to that man, so perfectly crafted by the careful hands of God himself, must feel like a piece of Heaven on Earth. To touch that man's arms; feel his plump, rosy colored lips on his own.

Kiyoomi had told him some times.

"Miya, you're too deep in this."

"Take some time to go out, maybe try to meet someone nice."

In the end, he never considered any of those advices, even if they came from the thoughtful mind of a dear friend. A dear friend that was able to see how those feelings were affecting Atsumu.

He didn't care. He didn't care about the shallow words that Kiyoomi said. He didn't care about his sleep schedule that was absolutely fucked up ever since his thoughts had been plagued by the overflowing thoughts about Sunarin, even in the dead of night.

Atsumu got up from his bed, without a single thought on his mind that wasn't about that man and his hauntingly divine eyes. The video was paused and consequently, the song had faded into the background, leaving the room to be completely silent and only lit up by the image of Sunarin- or perhaps God, on the giant screen of the TV that resided in this room.

The faint sound of his footsteps echoed through the walls; no one could hear them but him.

And by getting closer to the screen, his fingerprints lightly touched that image that captured his heart. After, his entire hands, thinking about taking that face on his palms, caressing Sunarin's cheeks. Kissing him. Touching him in ways that no one would imagine. Caressing his brown hair with all the gentleness that had once been given to him by another man.

Getting so close to an electronic to the point where Atsumu's lips were touching Sunarin's for a slip second didn't seem to be an unsettling experience for him. Maybe even a comforting one; finally being able to be that close to the man whom he had been... in love? No. Whom he admired a lot was one of the many things that made his poor heart flutter.

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oh wow, first time posting here looooolll, do we like this draft? i actually plan on writing a bigger fic (also based on virtual angel by artms) but who knows what might happen. anyways! english is not my first language + please accept this draft :)

[alainas-sims]

Dear Irvin,

I was curious and found one of Mom's old photo albums from when she was younger. It had many pictures from her wedding day and her and my dad when she was pregnant, and Sal when he was a toddler, and my baby picture too. She'd written some notes in there and the way she talked about my dad, I know she loved him so much. I even found a note Dad had written to Mom back right after he was drafted.

"Tell me more about Dad," I asked her.

"Where do I begin? My Héctor... He was kind, cheerful, lively, loyal, and God, so handsome. Such a beautiful soul, and a great father." I could see the wistful smile on her face. "He loved you and Sal more than the world. You know that, right? He'd be so proud of the young lady that you are, my Morning Glory."

I learned more, that he and your dad were childhood friends and served in the army together. And that he saved his friend Dirk's life back in Normandy on the battlefield. I want to know all about him. I barely knew him, he died when I was small, but I miss him dearly. I wonder what my life could've been like if I'd've had more years with him.

— Gloria

[prsk-krow]

hello!! could i request ena and mizuki (seperate) with a reader that easily gets flustered, romantic hcs if that's alright with you ^^! ty and have a good day/night!!

{Ena/Mizuki with an easily flustered reader!} [R]

Omg this has been on my drafts since the start of the year... If you, dear anon, even read this, I profusely apologize!! On the other hand, my muse has finally been peaking once again! Although I am actually going slower than I used to be bcuz most of these were half finished aha-

.‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿.

Ena Shinonome

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Ena? On the other side of the teasing?? She'll try to enjoy this feeling as much as she can, but she isn't as good as teasing as others. She won't make you blush too brightly, but the small pink tints she can cause are all she needs!

She definitely starts small, testing the waters and looking out for any comebacks that you may have! However, as she sees your adorable reactions, she can't help but want more!

Her teasing isn't too tough thanks to her being in love with you, but it is constant and you always need to watch out for her comments! They always come in different forms and places!

"Hehe, why are you so surprised? I told you to watch out when we came out, didn't I~? I can't blame you too much though, since it took a long while for my attack. You're ok, right? Didn't touch a sensitive nerve? Ok, good!"

She does watch out and tends to you afterwards though, since she isn't sure what may be too much! After all, being so sensitive to them herself, she doesn't want you to pass through the same feeling!

You eventually have to talk with her upfront and tell her everything that may get you uncomfortable, so that she doesn't worry all the time! This confused her at first, since she expected you to try and convince her to stop her teasing!

Even though she definitely starts to tease you more after the revelation, you can tell how much she's enjoying herself thanks to her laughter and the glimmer in her eyes every time she thinks of something new to tell you!

"Hehehe, I can't believe such shades of red exist! I wonder how much I'm gonna have to tease you until you get the tone I desire from you as my perfect model~? Heheh, it does suit you nicely though. Now, should I paint your current expression, or take a photo...?"

She learns some tricks and resistance from her experience with you, so that means that the pink head will have a harder time with her, which makes Ena even happier and smug... At least you can get her comfort in the aftercare?

Mizuki Akiyama

>—-—-—{*~.୨୧.~*}—-—-—<

Oh man, I'm so sorry, but this is the member that takes advantage of this trait of yours the most, and with the least mercy of them all. It's not even close, like, at all...

Mizuki is the master of teasing. Soft teasing, romantic teasing, playful, dramatic, they can do it all! And they will do it all, depending on how they're feeling the day that you come across them!

"Oh? Hey hey hey! Why are you trying to avoid me? Aren't we a couple~? What, you thought that I wouldn't come to school today? Heheh, you should know betterment than anyone that you can't predict my actions! Now, you shall pay the price~... Come back here!!"

Remember, the seamstress is already quite moody, so it's almost impossible to predict what type of teasing they'll try on you next. But does that really matter, when they can use any to make you a flustered mess?

However, they do sometimes feel bad for you. You're so vulnerable, so soft! How can they see that and only take advantage of it? So as much as they love to see you weak and flustered, they decide to maybe slow down a bit...

That's when you realize, part of their teasing comes from a slight sense of insecurity about holding a romantic relationship, so there are many times when they're not teasing you that you can spot them off guard and emotionally weak! Definitely one of her stranger mood swings.

If you approach and comfort them in this state, you'll probably figure out that they don't really know how to express their deep feelings in another way than lighthearted fun. It's a bit of an issue, but one that you can fix!

"You'll... Help me out with that? But, you don't mind that I have a secret...? I... I'm sorry... It's taking a lot of me to believe that... But, when you say it with that look in your eyes, I feel like it would be wrong of me to not give it a try."

Mizuki's teasing will go down as you teach them how to properly show signs of love! Sure, they'll tease you a lot, but once they learn about physical affection, gifts, quality time, and all that good stuff, they'll realize how to properly express the feelings that kept them afraid!

[melancholy-thots]

Literally the Best Pokemon Game, Fight Me

I have said my whole life that Pokemon snap was my favorite pokemon game. It holds such a dear spot in my heart and may be one of the only things I feel genuine nostalgia for. I spent time in college drafting up ideas and models for a fan remake. So when Pokemon announced this remake, I LOST IT.

They had to know what they were doing to my one nostalgic memory when they did this shit. Is this what people feel like when DisneyMarvelSuperCrossover shit happens? If so, it's honestly understandable.

(For context, Todd is the player character in the original Snap)

I have so many edited photos. Honestly the improvements they made are all so good. The people who made this game really get it. The joy of just taking silly little images of your favorite pokemon. And boy, do I have pictures of my favorite pokemon here. I could become an entirely bidoof blog for months if I shared all of them.

Plus being able to share your photos? I don't even care that much about other people seeing the little images I make so much as I care about seeing other people with correct opinions about the perfection of bidoof.

Obligatory Amogus while I'm sifting through looking for plot points to talk about

Oh! Not plot, but I am loving the new stages they added. Obviously on this crazy superior hardware we can do so much more, but I kind of expected new biomes like Jungle. Not weird haunted forest where you keep getting teleported around. Really was not expecting underwater. All great additions.

Literally the only picture I have of an illumina pokemon. But I really like what they're doing here. Obviously it's not the kind of mind-bending story plots that I typically love. But this isn't a narrative game either. It's a fun photo game. And they are giving us even funner pokemon to take photos of. And it's a really nice addition.

[kamyru]

Me as an OC

In the past, I mentioned that I wanted to write a fic where Ukyo Senkawa and MC go to Romania & Republic of Moldova. I still have a part of that fic in my drafts. However, lately, I thought about creating an OC from my culture and putting her in different situations. So, here's Sanji, inspired by my friends from university & me. I took my appearance as a base for her, and the explanation for why she looks so different in the two photos is that I didn't find the colors to show what exactly my hair looks like. It is blueberry black and dark red underneath. The rest of her profile will be explained lower.

Also, her purpose is to show a little bit of my culture through my writings. I will probably romance her with someone, but I'm not sure yet with whom. She is a comedic relief that will interact with all the characters I write for, even my OCs. In some cases, her behavior will be inspired by me, in others by my friends.

Here you have the links to the picrew I used: 1 & 2.

Real name: Sânziana Casperschi (I wanted to give her a Romanian first name. In many countries, there are names after flowers or hope, and we have them too. However, Sânziana is something only Romanians have. It's inspired by good fairies specific to Romanian mythology. And her surname is an allusion to my surname - the Romanised version of a Polish surname. Her surname in Polish is Kasperki. It sounds nothing like mine, but has the same background. Mine comes from a Polish president, and for years I have been trying to convince the government to change my name to its Polish version.)

Japanese name: 川崎燦士/Kawasaki Sanji (Kawasaki because it's a popular Japanese surname, as Kasperski is also a popular Polish surname. Sanji because that's how Sânzi would most probably be pronounced by a Japanese person. And I know that it's a boy's name.)

Nicknames: Sânzi (by family), Anime girl (by friends, due to her name)

Love interest: Probably someone from Irresistible Mistakes or Romance MD. 

Age: 25/26

Date of birth: January 1

Height: 176 cm/5'9

Weight: 65 kg/143 lb

Ethnicity: 1/2 Romanian, 1/4 Moldovan, 1/4 Hungarian (People from Europe, or at least the Balkans, know why she's so mixed. It's hard to find someone here who is not a little bit of Russian, a little bit of Ukrainian, a little bit of Greece, a little bit of god knows what else. Fun fact: I was born in Moldova, have a Polish surname, and my mom's nee surname is Ukrainian. From my mom, I have some German ancestry because my grand-grand parents were Germans deported to Moldova at the end of the 19th century or the beginning of the 20th. This grand-grandmother wanted to teach my mother German, but it was in the time of the Soviet Union, and they were afraid to do it. And that's why the newer generations of my family don't know German. The fact that she is Hungarian isn't random either. One of the largest ethnic groups in Romania is Hungarians.)

Nationality: Romanian

Languages known: Romanian, Russian, Hungarian, English, Japanese

Unique traits: Seven earrings, colored hair

Dominant hand: Left

Job: Clinical pharmacist in the Psychiatry Department

Hobbies: Playing piano & guitar, writing, reading, anime

Qualities: Empathy, humor, calmness, chillness

Defects: Lack of organization, lack of motivation, rudeness

Fears: Fail, heights, slimy animals (frogs, jellyfish, snails)

Special skills: Listening to others, knowing random things, not understanding when someone flirts with her

Alumni: Bachelor in Pharmacy from the University of Debrecen, Master in Pharmacy from Kyushu University (Debrecen because I have two close friends who went on an Erasmus exchange in there. Kyushu because I have another close friend who studies pharmacy and applied to get her Master's degree in clinical pharmacology at Kyushu University.)

The happiest moment in her life: When she got accepted to study in Japan.

Childhood dream: To help people. 

Goal: To be a safe place for the people dear to her.

Motto: If not me, then who?

Family: Older brother Obi (his name is a Japanese adaptation of the Latin name Ovidius, used in Romanian as Ovidiu), cat Felix

Story: She was born in a city in Transilvania, Romania, to a Moldovan father and a Hungarian mother. During her childhood, she tried every extracurricular activity available at that time. However, she decided that her goal in life was to be selfless and help as many people as possible. After high school, she moved to Hungary to study pharmacy at the University of Debrecen. Later, she applied for her Master's Degree in Japan and got accepted at Kyushu University. Now, she is working as a clinical pharmacist at the psychiatry department in a hospital in Tokyo (Probabpy in Seimei, the same one from Romance MD: Always on Call) while thinking about doing her Ph.D.

[mockingbirdshymn]

for someone who loves preston to hell and back i do not post about him as much as i should

OK dusts off jeans ITS TIME FOR PRESTON TIME (headcanons v2?)

he overthinks everything all of the time. like, all of the time. he needs things to Be Perfect, and he wont allow them to not be. he drafts and redrafts and redrafts every play he writes. this is potentially a reason his plays arent as... quality as they could be. he overthinks things and ends up with a rigid, rushed storyline, but at least it has proper grammar.

preston does most of the chores around his and gram gram's apartment, mostly because it hurts her hips/back to do them herself. she gives preston chore money in return.

preston has a photo album of his family dating back to his great grandparents. it has entries from them, their hopes for the future, and pictures of their lives. preston finds it interesting.

preston backseat drives pretty often. this is mostly due to the fact his grandmother is not the best driver out there and he often has to correct her.

preston gets very emotional over movies/games/books. especially dog movies. he loves them, but every time he rewatches them, he bursts into tears.

preston writes in mostly cursive, unless hes being rushed.

when he was a kid, gram gram knit/sewed most of his costumes for his one-man plays

preston loved english class in elementary school because of the poem projects. he always made wild interpretations of popular poems for these. most of them were wrong, but he got points for effort at least

preston would have a plant, call it his pet, end up killing the plant, then hold a funeral for it

he is very good at improv. this makes him very funny, because he easily expands upon already funny jokes.

preston's back hurt like shit after the wcc episode. you cant tell me his spine isnt severed in half or some shit

preston writes letters to himself a year in the future, asking himself questions and reminding him to do things if he hasnt already done them.

preston is very extroverted. he needs to be around at least another person or he'll get very upset

preston has a google document of blackmail (jokingly) of his friends

hes worried his gram gram is slowly getting dementia, because of her forgetting so much. he doesnt know if thats because of dementia or something else

whenever preston sends letters, he uses a wax seal. he got it from a kit off of amazon. its his favorite part of sending letters

preston has so many blankets. throw blankets, comforters (just ones in a closet, not even for his bed), fort-blankets, weighted blankets, super soft blankets, knit blankets, quilts, everything you can imagine. this makes blanket forts very fun with him

before wanting to be an actor/playwright, preston wanted to be a baker, then an artist, and then a singer. actor/playwright stays as his dream job after he gains it.

preston often sleeps in on school days by mistake. its rare he actually gets up on time. probably because he stays up incredibly late most days

preston would burn the house down in case of a spider, no doubt

preston was so upset at the dear evan hansen movie and how it turned out. he was So Angry

preston cant watch horror. if he does, he will faint

speaking of fainting, thats something he does a lot. he also has low iron. is that connected? he doesnt know

preston gets very motion sick, and he does not like rollercoasters at all

preston is very dedicated and stubborn. if you say "its nothing" in regards to something that is very much not nothing, he will find out what that something is.

[lettalady]

What if the journalist was still having her thing with the actor who led her to develop her "actor armour" in The Journalist?

[ Send me a Weekend What If ]

Oh my dear darling nonnie. Her thing that led to her actor armor ::Henners shame on you::

Let's see if I can find that. Let's see if it's even posted or also sitting in the drafts someplace. Whoops.

SO. Errrr the only thing I found was something that is in fact TJOURN prequel related but isn't the actor armor reason specifically is from the word prompt challenges: Fi-fie-fo-fum there’s an American in my bed

But if you want to know the reason why she's got actor armor it has to do with loosely dating and then having your sex life publicly joked about on television. [See this gifset from when Henner's reveals Superman's Diet Plan]

*Incidentally digging to try to find the snippets already written led me to stumble upon a few other Henners things I'd written so. ha. That was a fun surprise -- contained below the cut*

"For cardio's sake... what do you do for cardio?"

Everything would have been fine if he'd just kept that cheeky grin held in place. Simply shook his head and moved on. Ignored the question.

Your coworkers have a field day. Your friends have a field day.

"So that's what the kids are calling it these days."

"Do a lot of running when he's in town?"

"Better run on home."

Everyone is laughing because it's no secret that you let him charm you into agreeing to something less than a relationship and more than friends. He didn't want the 'messy relationship stuff' and didn't want labels. Since he's been out of the country for several months filming it's more than clear the reason why. The downside to agreeing to a lack of exclusivity in whatever it was that you were to one another is you can't really be mad that he's playing the field.

So to answer your What If the long way round. What if things with Henners had gone differently? I imagine we'd have gotten:

Eyes a little glazed over despite the shower – easy to blame the long day of surfing, swimming, and sun… not to mention the drinking – Henry’s smile seems weary, but content. The vacation isn’t quite the trip that had been planned, what with the training to keep his skills sharp that pulls him away for hours and hours. It’s a complaint, yes, but halfhearted. It’s still a trip abroad, still warm weather and sunshine and a magnificent view – not just the scenery.

And while you’re contemplating all this after having snapped a quick photo on your phone, he’s leaning closer to say something that gets lost in the noise of the beach bar. Moment in time safely stored, you refocus your attention, “Hmm? What?”

The small, exhausted smile he’d worn moments prior changes, expanding into a dimple-showing laugh. He leans closer and as he jerks his head in a small nod he flicks his fingers lazily towards your nearly empty pint glass. “Do you want another?”

“No… I’m stuffed and…” Pleasantly buzzing from the drinks that have been steadily coming to your table. Perks of being Superman, everyone wants to send him a drink. He’s fostered more than one off on you. You keep shaking your head, laughter bubbling up through your words, “too many more and I’ll have to be carried home.”

He shifts in his tiki-esque chair and tilts his head to the side, mock pain at the thought, “Ooooh no, don’t even mention lifting anything. It makes my body ache.”

“That’s a comment about all the surfing and –“ Momentarily at a loss for words you shrug and mime a karate chop, aiming at his collarbone, “stuff, not my weight, right?”

“Right. Definitely not.”

As he’s nodding with emphasis to try to make your scowl disappear the waiter appears with the check. When had Henry signaled for it? Was your waiter a mind reader as well an enabler?

It’s a short walk back to the villa that has been rented out for your stay. At least, it would be if the pair of you weren’t taking your sweet time down the sidewalk. Typically not ones to meander and hinder the flow of foot traffic, it becomes the topic of conversation.

“How many more paces, you think?” You glance aside to study him as you ask the question.

Henry’s frown seems slightly sinister when lit from the streetlight overhead. He doesn’t dare to hazard a guess knowing full well you’d take that many and not a step more. “Too many?” Nodding after laughing along with you and passing from underneath the streetlamp, he looks up at the stars just beginning to be visible overhead. “I know. I’m exhausted, too. Might just fall into bed and not move till morning.”

You sidestep to bump into him, feeling him release your hand so that he can wrap his arm around your shoulders. It’s nearly too warm out for such close contact. With just enough breeze and the proximity to the water, the temptation to pull away from him lessens. He might’ve showered before coming out to the bar with you, but that was long enough ago that the scent of his soap has wafted away along with the heat of the day. “Hmmph. Hopefully not that exhausted. You smell like a bar, Henry.” Plus there are other activities you want to pursue after falling into bed with him, most of them requiring movement.

He draws you up short so that he can lean and audibly sniff your hair, “And so do you. Your point?”

“I’m just voting no to sleeping fully clothed.” You lift your eyebrows as you reply, attempting a knowing smile.

He’s adjusting where his hand lies on your torso as he maneuvers the pair of you back into motion, the pressure of his touch trailing down. Maybe he’s getting the hint. “Oh so we’re voting on it, meaning falling into bed isn’t off the table.”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, just barely, you shake your head, “Not the falling into bed part that I was objecting to…”

“And did you harrumph me, just then?”

This time you do roll your eyes, “No. Yes. Maybe. I don’t know. Just shut up and walk, Henry. I’m starting to get sticky again.”

He does sit down and fall backward onto the bed fully clothed, but your steady glare gets him back up again – with a deep, albeit resigned, laugh that makes your skin tingle – and peeling off pieces of clothing. Finally down to his boxer briefs, your displeasure lifted, he settles again on the king sized bed. Only halfway drawing up the sheets, waiting to pull them over you as well, he emits a sigh loud enough to be heard from your position across the room. “Ahhhhh.”

He’s even got his eyes closed. If he falls asleep before you even get into the bed… “Did you brush your teeth?”

Those damned dimples appear, but he doesn’t open his eyes. “Yes.”

“Liar. You didn’t step foot in the bathroom.”

He barely moves aside from the effort taken to reply to you. “Toss me the mouthwash?”

Maximum effort. You suppress a laugh, ducking into the bathroom to snag the bottle and your own toothbrush while you’re at it. He hasn’t budged. “Are you going to catch it?”

“Yep.”

“With your eyes closed?”

“Yep.”

Hmm would he move if you beaned him with the bottle? It’s only a little travel bottle, after all. But then if he’s nursing a bruise it certainly won’t get you closer to your goal, no matter how gratifying it might be in this instance. You’re careful with your aim, the release, and then – WHUMP – the mini-bar-sized bottle lands in the sheets next to his hip. Only then does Henry eek one eye open, first noting the location of the bottle, then to squint at you and note your toothbrush salute.

Teeth and mouth pleasantly clean and unfuzzy, you reemerge from the bathroom. The mouthwash sits on the bedside table next to his watch. Oh-Exhausted-One isn’t snoring, but for all appearances he’s out cold. You twist your lip into a momentary scowl, your libido not thanking you for being nice earlier. You huff under your breath, “Maybe I should have aimed a little to the left…”

The corners of Henry’s mouth twitch into a smile. “Mm very glad you didn’t.”

Ah so not sleeping, not yet anyway. He’s just really enjoying the backs of his eyelids. Maybe if you provide him a little incentive he’ll rise to the occasion. You let the sheets fall where they may as you settle into the bed cause if you get your way they’ll get shoved out of the way anyway. Resting on your side, you nudge him, “You could show me how glad…”

Still with his eyes closed, he lifts his eyebrows. “Tomorrow? Doubt I can even lift a finger right now.”

This time the noise you make is a harrumph, though he doesn’t call you on it. You reach across him to turn off his bedside lamp – saving Mister I Can’t Lift A Finger from having to do that, too – and flop back onto your back to enjoy the darkness and try to figure out how to keep from strangling your celebrity boyfriend in his sleep.

It’s just as you’re about to drift off and enjoy sexually frustrating dreams – you’ve come to the conclusion that you can’t kill him cause (a) too many people would miss him and/or notice right off the bat, and (b) you’ve nowhere to hide the body – that you feel the mattress shift indicating He Who Is Too Exhausted To Move has finally found a reserve bit of energy, probably to go to the loo since he hadn’t done so in prep for bed or while at the bar.

Unexpected contact – his hand seeking out the bottom edge of your shirt and skirting over your hipbone and abdomen – makes you blink your eyes open in surprise, and then annoyance. “Oh! Oh, so you can lift a finger.”

“I think, maybe I can…”

Oh yes he can lift a finger. You attempt to twist and push his hand from between your legs. You succeed just as his fingertips divert towards the edge of your panties, and you feel the fabric ruffle and snap back against your skin as he allows his hand to be pulled away from its task. “Henry… Fuck!” Your loosed explicative comes out breathless as you fall back on the bed again, once again sweating and hot in more ways than one.

His chuckle vibrates the bed, “That’s the idea, honey, though that does require more than a finger.”

[laurolive]

What is toddler James McCartney trying to tell his Dad?

Ah, the possibilities…

Little James: Daaad, you’re supposed to give me all your attention every second of the day, 24/7 !!!

More:

Little James: Mommy’s trying to feed me vegetables. Quick, daddy, hide me under your shirt!

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Little James: You’ve got three seconds. Give me my pacifier or your shirt is going in my mouth.

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Little James: Daddy, it’s an emergency! My nappy’s gonna need changing soon, and I’m not even wearing one yet.

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Little James: Will somebody PLEASE finish dressing me?

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Little James: I feel a draft. Daddy, lend me your shirt.

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Little James: Don’t worry daddy, I’ll have this shirt stretched into a horse blanket in no time.

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Little James: 🎵 I’ve got a feeling 🎵 … that my nappy needs changing. [Pretend he’s wearing one.]

Little James: That reminds me, where’s my pacifier?

More:

Little James: Daddy, why do I have to give up my pacifier but you get to keep yours?

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Little James: Daddy, I know that’s not a pacifier in your mouth. I wasn’t born yesterday.

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Little James: Either give me pants or you’ll have to hold me like this all day to keep my bottom warm.

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Paul: When James said, “Daddy, I wanna get high,” I was so relieved when I realized he just wanted to be picked up.

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Paul: His first words were “fag” and “pot.” Do you think that’s a sign that I smoke too much around the kids?

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More McCartney Photo Captions

Linda, reading an excerpt of a Paul biography: Paul, you had THAT MANY girlfriends?

Paul, reading an excerpt of a Linda biography: I’m not even mentioned in here at all!

More:

Linda: I can't believe they gave us such a bad review!

Paul: I can't believe they gave us such a good review!

Linda: Are you sure this dance is the twist?

Paul: Yeah, it’s the latest one. You twist your partner into a pretzel!

Linda: I don’t get the joke.

Paul: Linda hon, my 70s facial hair IS the joke… so let’s laugh it up. 😆

More:

Linda: Ho hum, another day, another platinum record.

Paul: Yeah, we can make a platinum record anytime, but this fashion ensemble only comes around once an era.

Paul: Who needs two ears anyway?

More:

Paul: Linda said, “Hey Paul, lend me an ear,” and next thing I know, this was happening.

Paul: She’s the boss. Nothing I can do.

More:

Paul: When the argument gets to the lapel-grabbing stage, I’m just gonna say, “Yes, dear, you were right and I was wrong.”

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Paul: When she says, “Drive my car,” I say, “What time do you want me to pick you up?” I can’t help it. I’m at her command.

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Paul: When she says, “Get back,” I say, “How soon do you want me there?” I tell you, I CANNOT help myself! I have no willpower with her.

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Paul: When she says, “Carry that weight,” I say, “How many kilos? How far? Where to? When?” If you haven’t yet noticed, I CAN’T help myself!!! I am putty in her hands.

Sign Language for Rock Music Couples (L to R)

(1) Muted husband sign: Wife puts hand over husband’s mouth when he says something stupid like, “I could have had Billy Preston on keyboards.”

(2) Permission to speak sign: Muted husband raises index finger, which means, “I’m ready to apologize now.”

(3) Argument over sign: After proper apology, husband playfully nibbles on wife’s thumb, which means, “Let’s be besties again. You know it’s only fun for me when you’re part of the music.” This sign only works when you’re Paul McCartney.

Linda: Paul, if your right hand is in your pocket, and your left hand is on my back, what on earth is that on my shoulder?

Your expression during your interview for a secretarial job, when the manager asks if you can play keyboards and sing harmonies. 🤔 🫤

More:

Secretary’s face when the boss asks her to take a letter and it ends up being the lyrics for “Jet.”

Wardrobe Dept: Mr. McCartney, would you like your attire to be comfortable or flashy?

Paul: Yes.

Paul: What do you mean we HAVE TO get married?

More:

Linda: You look like the cat who swallowed the canary.

Paul: No, I’m just the groom who hid the ring in his fly.

Paul practicing his Santa Claus impression. Ho Ho Ho!

Now asking Linda’s opinion:

Paul: Linda, how do you like my Santa Claus impression? Ho Ho Ho!

Linda: It’s good, but I think you’d be the type of Santa to say, “Hi Hi Hi!”

What’s the better encore? Linda’s leaning toward “Let It Be,” but Paul’s trying to pull her to the “Hey Jude” side.

True Love: When Paul says he's got a new Beatles joke, and Linda still laughs even though she's heard it a hundred times.

More:

Paul: So, I was thinking, Let’s go on a date night. I can take you to dinner somewhere close by, then we can stroll arm-in-arm in the moonlight on the way to the theatre.

Linda: You had me at “Let’s go.” 😊

May 14, 1968. John & Paul at a press conference at the Americana Hotel in New York City to promote Apple Corps. Linda was one of the press photographers taking pictures.

But who cares about Apple Corps. This day is momentous in Beatles history because on this occasion Paul McCartney obtained Linda Eastman’s phone number‼️ 📞

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Paul is too distracted after seeing Linda

John: Paul, what have you been smoking? You look like you’re in dream land. You better let me do the talking.

Paul: Nonsense. My clear is perfectly head.

John: And I suppose you’re capable of questioning any answers.

Paul: Of course. That says without going.

John: This should be interesting…

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➡️ Crave more McCartney captions? See these posts:

Paul and Linda: Fun with Captions

Paul and Linda: More Fun with Captions

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