#whether it’s a solo unit or everyone

[hwashiningstar]

I truly feel like Piwon would do an amazing rendition of Open Arms or Blind by PrettyMuch

[darklinaforever]

It's not to say, but I'm a little tired of seeing the easy logic of the Sith applied to the Oshamir relationship.

Style ; Qimir is a Sith, he trains Osha, so she will have to kill him at some point !!!

I find this theory stupid in my opinion, because once again too simplistic and also not very thoughtful in relation to the characters and ironically the universe.

Qimir looks nothing like a Sith. Whether in appearance, but also in behavior in many aspects. He is gentle, sensitive, open, tolerant, eager for affection, etc.

He said the Jedi would call him a Sith, not that he was one himself. Overall, he seems to be in a gray area, in which he in turn guides Osha.

Not only that, but Qimir is essentially about freedom, the freedom to be and do what he wants / use his power as he wants. He says it himself !

A bit counterproductive so if he really is, once again, a supposed Sith...

And even if Pleaguis was his master of the dark side and who yes, is himself a Sith, that is not enough to make Qimir a Sith.

I remind you that Ahsoka is not a Jedi, although she received training in that direction. So one doesn't preclude the other. And yes, I know Ahsoka hadn't finished her training.

But precisely... Who tells you that Qimir finished his own training ? It is very likely not in my opinion according to my personal idea.

It is also possible that Qimir (whether Qimir has completed his training or not) wants to follow a voice different from that of his master (that would fit perfectly with everything we have seen of Qimir so far), and is in fact using the training by Pleaguis to actually learn as much as possible.

In itself, it is much more likely that the theory about Qimir / Oshamir being the originator of the founding of the Knights of Ren is true.

Particularly because of the helmet, the Kylo Ren / Ben Solo theme, and once again, Qimir's behavior are very different from a Sith, even going so far as to recall that of Kylo Ren / Ben Solo which... eh well wasn't a Sith.

Not to mention once again Qimir's desires.

You can be on the light side of the force, without being a Jedi. And you can be on the dark side without being a Sith. The force isn't necessarily just about Sith and Jedi. It is an energy that governs this entire universe.

Without forgetting that it would have been very likely that Oshamir had a child (biological or not), given the symbolism made through the 3 little creatures of the island.

Could Oshamir end tragically ? Yes.

But I doubt it would have been simply because as a Sith, Osha should have killed Qimir. No way. Because, again, they are not Sith.

And I don't see why everyone rules out the idea of ​​a more positive ending for Oshamir or both having survived Pleaguis (after all, the first time we hear of him in the films is for tell us that he has a tragic history and that he was wise...) would have gone to a corner of the galaxy to live peacefully with their child worked on the future establishment of the Knights of Ren.

Storywise, for me, the show should have ended with Oshamir, united in death, or in life. Or they die together. Or they live together far from everything.

And in both cases with a child resulting from their union and who would therefore carry the future of their legacy, which would translate to the Knights of Ren.

All this to say that I really don't understand the obsession with saying that Qimir is a Sith, that he makes Osha a Sith and therefore that she will kill him at the end of their story.

This is a reflection that is basic and simplistic...

[jkftkth]

Sabotaging taekook is not only to elevate their fav member but also to undersell them to negotiate contracts. These people think they are so smart. If bangpd wants to keep taekook under his thumb the best way would be to sabotage them differently. Hybe undersell Taehyung deliberately to make it look like he is nothing without group. And only promotes Jungkook on their conditions (AYS!). I think everyone remembers how weird it was that company didn't contact Jungkook for anything. I don't know much of that is a fact but looking at history of whatever Jungkook has achieved is either distributed with the group or attached with fanship narrative. They also elevated the third member with heavy promo to show they are not dependent on taekook and oversell to investors. On the surface it looks like one is getting everything and the other nothing. Result: constant fight wars between both of their solos. Fandom will believe they are not close and group who supports both of them (tkk) will be mocked and labeled deranged.

If taekook were any less of people or had no United front, company would have done much worse. I don't claim to know what goes inside their heads or how they negotiate but BANG PD is greedy first. While his ego is huge and he will do anything to sabotage anyone who he can't control (Tae), money matters a lot. This way even after sabotaging Tae, his pockets are filled because fans want to outdo each other.

This is a classic but cheap strategy many conglomerate adopts.

it’s a very cheap strategy i agree.

if there’s one thing any of us should take from the current report drama, is that hybe doesn’t respect their artists. they talk about them, and also other idols who are under different companies apparently, as mere products and experiments. i said this to @charjube on here, but the contents of their report reminded me of how army act in fandom wars because the wording was very similar. that in itself should tell you that the writer of this report is chronically online, and deep in our spaces, and his analysis, if we can even call it that, has no real basis.

the contents are only narratives they need to push. we should be asking ourselves why are these narratives important, and what role are we playing in spreading/accepting/challenging these narratives.

when you keep that in mind, it makes you cautious of what to believe, and i think that’s very important right now. i personally know that from this point onwards, i’m taking a step back away from army and solos’ opinions whenever something new happens, because they are biased and based around intense emotions, and those emotions are so often a product of hybe’s manipulative tactics. and i don’t want to fall for that. people who are falling for that are throwing either of t/k under the bus.

i’m seeing so much drama especially today, so i thought i’d answer your ask now, but when we want to have a conversation about mistreatment and sabotage, we need to understand that things have to be separated for us to get somewhere that’s not a fandom war. jk can have been given tools for his album that tae never got and still have been denied basic protection of his well-being and his reputation.

the tools were more about needing to portray bang pd and scooter as “success makers” (bang pd literally tried to make it out that if scooter hadn’t been involved, jk’s album would’ve been in trouble) than it was about the person’s “privilege” or himself. because if the company really cared for the person himself, jk’s schedule would have been a healthy one that didn’t prioritize promoting another member, and his rumors circulating on DC would’ve been shut down immediately regardless of whether that would bring “hate” to the member who’s fans were being malicious, and he wouldn’t have been stalked and harassed, and he wouldn’t have been stripped of his autonomy for his own success and he wouldn’t have been trash talked on blind by staff. where’s the respect here to be found?

unfortunately, a lot of tae solos think that good promotion = the company has your back. if the company had jk’s back, they wouldn’t have a vip membership to sojang.

the company has bang pd’s back. they’re out here embarrassing themselves at the national assembly just so bang pd can carry on pretending he hasn’t been summoned for questioning. bang pd is after his own career. he’s moved towards focusing on his branding in the US and so jk was used conveniently to promote hybe america, because mediaplay is all bang pd has going for himself.

moving on to tae, if there is any tkkr, jk biased or tae biased, who still believes that what he’s being put through is similar to anyone else, or even remotely on a similar level to the rest, we have a problem. he is being beaten down. his career is being toyed with. he is seen by the company as a convenient shield/experiment for later group situations. his achievements are being erased, manipulated, distorted. staff are being told to make up hate to undermine his success. smear campaign after smear campaign. no protection. but apparently heavy monitoring. sneakily swaying fandom opinion and apparently staff opinion of him to make him seem like an outsider. the list goes on.

there is no artist protection when it comes to taekook. there is no respect. there are just narratives and bang pd’s ego. because if you think, that all the discourse and reactions since solo chapter weren’t all instigated by the company, go back to putting your head in the sand.

at least k-kths and k-jjks understand.

[twopoppies]

Hi Gina!! First of all, I wanted to thank you and Daisie and everyone else here for the amazing Larry masterlist. I'm a new larrie myself, though I've been around the fandom since 2011 (tho not super closely) when WMYB MV was released. I was deep diving on receipts, and as per usual, I took it all in with a grain of salt and kept all my conclusions rational and unbiased. I just wanna add something you might consider a receipt, connecting to one of the tour receipts ones I’ve read on Daisie’s tags (I dove into both yours and Daisie’s tags lol). This isn't so big and new at all but I thought I'd add. Sorry in advance if I am too vague with this lol

A quick context: I had worked with small event productions here in my country, and had become pretty close with suppliers (tech, security, venue, etc). I got curious about an entry I read from your receipts tag which happened in an international tour here. Anyway, I am pretty close with our security supplier, and I thought I'd check if there were traces of them working with the boys. After a few google search, I saw them with Louis on a video during his tour here - confirming that at least for that show, they did work with Louis. He has been very open to me ever since we met, so when I DMed him about being involved in the show, he enthusiastically answered that they did all 1D-related ones in the country.

Anyway, bottomline, I tried to ask if it's true that Louis was here during Harry's concert because I've kind of heard it somewhere (being the receipt I read from Daisies' account). That’s when he got weirdly super silentl and left me on ‘seen’/‘read’ (which had never happened EVER before). I waited with the chat box open; he se seemed type after a few mins - and then stopped completely. When I realized he (c)wouldn't reply, I didn't push it and said he doesn't have to respond and that I respect if he’s bound by certain contracts. After that, he immediately replied, basically just saying "Thank you" (for understanding, essentially). We just chatted a bit more before ending the convo.

So I guess I'd say it somewhat solidifies that theory in my head because I personally know them, and if there's really something super big they cannot share at all, they WONT. I knew there was something because it was almost comical for me how he suddenly left me on ‘read’. So if it's not a big deal at all he would've shared because we've talked about other works they've done in the past (he was so enthusiastic and shared all the names of the shows they've done with 1D a few mins prior lol) - but when I specifically asked if Louis was with Harry here for his tour, he immediately closed off and stopped replying - and THEN thanked me when I said he didn’t have to reply lol (I didn’t ask anything else, just that exact wording, straightforwardly asking if L was there during H's show, and I didn’t phrase it in a playful or teasing way like I am implying there’s smth gossip-worthy between them I'm fishing out of him)

ANYWAY, I’m not even sure if this is worth posting but I needed someone to share it with and I thought it could be like a backup info for the future hahahaha I am trying to be vague because I do want to protect myself and my (in a way) source (?). But if you need any clarification from me - I’d be open to elaborate more in the dms (I’m rusty with tumblr so I hope I can navigate this properly lol)

Ofc, a part of me wish I could've gotten something, but I also respect them for staying quiet. And even if they did share something big, I might've had second thoughts on sharing bcs I was mainly asking it for my own sanity tbh, knowing that I knew who the security team was lol So I guess my point of sharing this with you is to basically share that the usual NDA thing with H&L, whether as a whole 1D unit before or as solos, is definitely enforced here. That the silence somewhat solidified my belief of other Larry receipts such as 1.) in relation to the Argentinian security confessions, and 2.) the receipts pointing out that those two fly together sometimes in the tours.

Idk if this is worth posting at all, but I just really needed to let it because I feel like I might be getting biased but also not (it was very fishy for me for sure lol). Thank you!

Hi, darling. No, it’s totally worth posting! I agree with you that it says something without saying anything. Are you able to tell me what year you were asking about? Or what country? I won’t post anything you don’t want public.

I’m really glad to hear that people take their NDAs seriously and even if it was from years ago they would still be professional about it.

Thank you so much for sharing this. If you think of anything else you can add, LMK. Or send me a DM. I’ll keep it private. 🩷

[solarwynd]

Behind the newly established BTS protect acc (which suspended dispatch and with his group of "true armys" went for pjms accs) is a JK solo

Namjoon's fans join jjks, kths and mygs with their "no one listens Who outside of army fandon", "Jimin is a fraud with botting farms" narrative

Mygs want everyone to boycott all Korean awards for BTS members just bc smn blurred Yg face and "we should do it because BTS is seven and a family, when 1 is shaded everyone should be in the same boat" while 5 out of 7 released at least a single in 2024 (with Golden eligible for awards was released in 2023 and Jin's album is on its way) and the only one who made nothing is Yoongi (not nothing though, he did drink and decided to have some fun on scooter)

While jjks stay pressed just because pjms dared to breathe near fastest 1B as if this record belongs to Jk only starting new wave of asslicking everyone to spread old lies about Jimin and his streams

If I am asked whether i want BTS to disband I'll say NOW please. Its unbearable. Army is a combination of solos, shippers and random ot3-6 fighting each other on a daily basis who is going to whine who more

Seeing other solos post screenshots from jjks as proof about Jimin’s supposed “fraudulence” is so funny cause they all look to them as the authoritative figure in the solo hierarchy. Like yall are all the same breed of bitter, hell bent on taking down Jimin out of envy. And then a JOON solo of all people talking about being unknown, like Megan isn’t about to give that man the peak of his solo career as a ft? lmaooo

If armys boycott the award show, that’s on them. Solos for sure will not be boycotting and I’m sure if the outcome starts looking unfavorable to what they want, they’re gonna renig on that.

Could be outright denial that has armys feeling like they’re so united in the midst of all this, but they’ve been ignoring the reality of the fandom being in the gutter for too long.

[bangtanhoneys]

GRACE TOUR DIARY: March 29th 2025 - Chicago

If the Big Hit team were honest, scheduling a pre-recorded performance for the iHeartRadio Awards right in the middle of a tour was a bit of a push especially when they had to do it in one day so Grace could get to Chicago to fulfil her priorities ahead of her concert. It started with a 4 am morning call to get her up and made up, to drive over to the Grammy Museum by 6 am to start rehearsals for two hours to the mix that had been generated the previous night. 

A last minute put together for a last minute performance. 

Of course, trying to put these things together in record time led to mistakes. Butter had been mixed with all the boys' voices, not a backing track for Grace to sing over so that had to be edited while Grace was rehearsing. Not only that, costumes for the dancers hadn’t arrived so another quick runaround of getting something to match the tour costume they had picked for this performance. 

It was becoming a long day of issues.

But by 11 pm, Grace was in the car and on the way to LAX to catch her private plane to Chicago. 

“That was a nightmare,” she sighed and laughed at the same time as the team piled onto the plane, with the dancers and staff in one area and her in the other with Sejin, her female manager and two bodyguards. “Let’s try not to do that again.”

“The rest of the team are in Chicago at least and started some rehearsals at United Center, so that’s something. There’s not much time missed but it just means tomorrow,” Sejin paused and glanced at his watch. “Sorry today, is going to be a bit of a push. There’s a couple of interviews and meeting the Chicago Mayor but you’ll be able to get to rehearsals as planned for 4 pm.”

“Great,” Grace laughed and ran a hand over her face. The flight was four hours long so she got the sleep she could get until they landed at O’Hare International Airport. The airport was quiet so it allowed for a quick walk-through to get to the car and a 20 minute drive meant she was at her hotel and in her room within record time. 

A nap, still in her clothes, meant she was awake at 6am again to get a shower and some breakfast. 

The hectic schedule over the following days meant everything was running back to back and there was a little time to start feeling homesick. She missed her parents, she missed her cat, she missed Seokjin, she missed the boys. She missed the smog in the sky over Seoul. But there was no time to think, no time to sit down and stare out the window and think. 

Everyone demanded her time - from Sejin, to costume, to make up, to dancers, to cameras, to VCR, to the stadium, to the merch, to the company, to the person who was interviewing her, to the person she was going to meet at this location, to ARMY who were trying to see her outside of her concert. 

It was the first time she sat in her suite at the Nobu Hotel and looked around the room, having been left alone for the first time since she arrived in Chicago and wondered what she was doing. Doing a solo tour, starting in Seoul to America then to Europe and then Asia and then back home when she didn’t have the amount of songs BTS or even Namjoon or Yoongi did. 

She hated doubting herself. She hated the worry that set in over whether she was good enough and whether there was going to be even a crowd to come see her. She had seen the empty seats at other kpop groups concerts and worried that was going to happen to her, even though every stadium date had been sold out and extra dates added.

With a sigh, Grace kicked off her slippers and curled up on the couch with the news on in the background. Of course it was the usual report of fans lining up outside the United Center with police around for protection, reporters doing interviews and explaining how the stadium had been lit purple for her arrival and how this was a big thing. 

For them it was a big thing. 

For Grace it was starting to feel like a big mistake.

It was 12 noon in Seoul, so she knew Seokjin would be busy with his schedules but she sent him a message either way: ‘Miss you. Wish this tour would hurry up so I can see you all the time.’

He wouldn’t read it until he had finished when she would be waking up the next day to do her Chicago stop.

With a heavy sigh and feeling like an idiot, Grace turned off the TV and made her way to the bedroom. A bubble bath, some pampering, maybe some room service and a good movie would sort her out to get her head in the game for tomorrow. 

23,000 ARMY were making their way through the United Center. Vendors were set up selling merchandise, food vendors were selling a mix of traditional Chicago food, British food and Korean food and BTS music was playing over the speakers. 

Some were dressed in costumes inspired by music videos, some were wearing BT21 merch and others had various t-shirts including one which read ‘JK - Champagne Confetti later?’ in reference to the lyrics from his Golden album. There were teenagers, elders, men, women and everything in between making their way slowly to their seats. 

There were excited whispers amongst the crowd over what BTS song Grace would be singing tonight as everyone had caught on quickly that there would be some kind of performance with a BTS song at each stop she was doing. While ARMY was clearly having an amazing time out in the stands, Sejin had come to a realisation. 

“You’ve only got two dates in New York and that’s it for the American leg,” Sejin reminded her as he helped attach the mic pack to her costume and passed over her orange microphone. 

“Really? I keep thinking I’ve got longer here but then I suppose we’ve been in America for nearly a couple of weeks now so it does feel like a long time,” she mused as the hair stylist brushed out her ponytail. 

“And then we’ve got Seoul again and then we’re in Europe, which means we’re nearly at the end of April then,” he remarked. 

It was going very quickly. It never felt like this when she was the guys, always feeling like the tour was dragging along because of the amount of travelling in between for a one night performance.  

She could hear the voices of ARMY doing the fan chant as the music started to windle down, opening up to the tour’s VCR and big welcome to her concert. They were loud, not as loud as Los Angeles, but still loud. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the dancers turn up the volume on their in-ears which made her grin. These girls who were always with her on the opening part knew by now that the first song always got the loudest reaction from the crowd. She counted down under her breath as it got to the opening beats of 7 Rings and when she finally got lifted up to the stage, the whole arena was lit up with purple and orange ARMY bombs. 

“Chicago!” Graced yelled, getting a roar of a response in return. “Welcome to the In My Head tour! Let’s see how loud you can be tonight!”

They certainly did their best.

She could see a lot of people in the stands, doing the same choreography she was doing and she could see just about everyone singing along while moving their ARMY bombs to the beat. Of course, there was the usual amount of cell phones in the air as they tried to record every moment of the tour and she could see how some people came prepared with powerbanks. 

It seemed as well that they knew what was coming as they got nearer towards the end of the concert. 

“Ah I really can’t surprise you well as I could when we were in Los Angeles. You already know what’s coming,” Grace grinned. A cheer went up in response as seven of her male dancers appeared on stage. 

There was even more noise when two silver blocks were rolled onto the stage.

“I think that gave you the biggest clue, didn’t it?” Grace asked the audience while eight silver chairs appeared as well. 

The opening notes of Dionysus began to play, much to the approval of the Chicago crowd. While many were expecting just the simple mix from the album, they hadn’t expected the same mix from the 2019 MMA to be played, with dance break included. 

Grace sat in the middle chair, laughing breathlessly as the mic hung limply in her hand as the male dancers leaned forward to catch their breath. “Now, you weren’t expecting that were you?” she finally asked, laughing as she got down from the chair and the silver block.

“Chicago, we’re at the end now. So now it’s my time to say thank you to all those who have made it tonight. Thank you for supporting me, supporting the boys, for being the biggest fandom in the world. Seeing you all tonight, I can’t wait to see you all again.”

The noise from the crowd, from the fireworks, from the instrumental track of Dangerous Woman as it played out while she descended below the stage echoed around her as the team helped move towards the changing room. 

“New York tomorrow,” Sejin called out over the voices of the staff as they began to pack away her microphone and in-ears, some reaching around to start undoing the zip of her Dangerous Woman costume.

“Day free tomorrow or is it mostly work?” Grace called back, holding onto one of the stylist's shoulders as another stylist pulled her feet out of the high heels. 

“Half and half!”

However, the next morning, contingency plans were already in motion before Grace woke up. Chicago weather and New York weather had predicted snow and storms, prompting flights to be cancelled. And while Grace’s concert in New York wouldn’t start until April 2nd, they needed her at rehearsals and her commitments in New York such as Jimmy Fallon, the United Nations and the like. 

 When she woke up, by her shoulder being shaken, at 5am Grace knew something was wrong.

“We need to leave in about an hour - flights between Chicago and New York have been cancelled because of the weather. We’re driving instead.”

[sheisaquarius-blog]

Ian day prompt if you're still accepting prompts? hehe just really want an ianthony meet cute since we don't have enough of those lol maybe ian out in public? a party? cafe or somewhere and then it's a play on this canon fact of ian not really knowing someone is flirting with him. so maybe he catches anthony's attention and every time anthony locks eyes with him he looks away and then when anthony finally tries to talk and flirt with him, Ian is completely oblivious to all his advancements and anthony thinks he's just absolutely adorable (another canon fact lol)

i have had a seriously hard time writing lately, but this is my best shot! i'm hoping to get all my other prompts completed between tonight and tomorrow, but i've been struggling with writing so much. if you have a kind thought to spare today, think of me and hopefully my fingers will start typing again.

i did my best here, i doubt it's what you had in mind but i hope you still enjoy it!

Anthony is about to get the hell out of this party that he’s been over since before he even got there, but there’s a whole barricade of people before the front door and they all know him (well, they don’t know him, which is part of why he wants to get out in the first place), which means he’ll get so much shit for leaving after only an hour. He barely slips out of view as one of his “friends” scans the room—maybe not for him, but Anthony isn’t about to take that chance, so he ducks back around the corner.

God, he hates making friends in college. It feels like some high political drama where he has to make alliances instead of actually liking people. It’s always who-knows-who? Who can get me here? Who can I trust? At every turn, and Anthony finds it so exhausting. Fucking fake.

Three and a half months into college and he’s really starting to wonder whether this was the right move. He isn’t really sure what else he’d do, but this hasn’t quite felt like the right choice yet.

He’s caught up deliberating the merits of being one of those drop out tech guys in Silicon Valley, trying to find the least crowded room, when he hears a laugh he kind of recognizes. It might be the least crowded room, but Anthony’s stomach still turns over when he sees the kitchen of this college apartment complex. Some number of people too big for Anthony to figure at a glance congregates around the island, but he figures this is his best chance to meld into a group with the least number of people. Plus, not one of the guys in his hall who dragged him here is bothering with the kitchen. It seems more like cool artsy types. Anthony leans into the corner, and then he hears that laugh again. This time, his eyes fall on a guy a couple inches shorter than himself with brown fringe hanging in his eyes. Anthony recognizes him from his film class—he talked about some Korean film Anthony never heard of during the sound design unit—Ian. Ian . . . something about dicks.

He seems cool, to be honest. Unfortunate last name though. College is a little better than high school, but still. Anthony wonders if he’s had trouble making friends too.

Ian’s eyes catch his and Anthony raises his solo cup in acknowledgement, but Ian’s eyes slide away.

That’s fine, there are a lot of people, and Ian seems . . . kinda popular, actually. Maybe he isn’t having the same troubles as Anthony. It doesn’t register until the third time Ian looks away from him that, oh. Oh! Anthony is staring. Yeah, no wonder Ian’s vibe seems weird.

Okay, that makes sense. He needs to be way less intense.

Ian’s eyes are a pretty blue, and he’s funny, so being less intense proves to be a bit of a challenge, actually. Anthony isn’t sure how long he spends at that kitchen island, but it’s easily the best time he’s had at this party or any other, and he’s hardly said a word himself.

The conversation, of course, turns to film, and Anthony feels like maybe he should excuse himself before anyone notices he doesn’t fit in here, either. Everyone’s answer is something highbrow, something foreign. Anthony knew that would be the case, but as the circle goes ‘round and gets closer to him, he feigns like he needs a new drink and slips away.

The front door is still guarded like the fucking Pentagon, so Anthony heads out back to the little lawn area. There are more little groups, but at least in the fresh air, Anthony feels like he can breathe. Plus, maybe if he finishes his punch, he’ll be fucked up enough to actually try and vault over the fence to get out.

He looks down at the drink in his hands that must be pure nail polish remover and Capri sun.

Absolutely nasty. “Cheers,” he mutters to himself, holding his breath and bringing his cup to his lips.

“Hey.” Anthony could thank god from saving him from that chug, but then he turns to see Ian and now he wishes maybe he’d had a little more booze in his system. “Hey,” Anthony says, furrowing his brow. “What are you doing out here?”

Ian shrugs. “You never said your favorite movie. I was curious.”

“Uh,” Anthony stumbles, because he absolutely cannot say his answer. “Citizen Kane?”

Ian frowns, considering. “What a film studies answer. Did you want to try it again, a little stronger, and maybe I’ll believe you this time?”

Anthony is bitten by how direct that is, how absolutely called on his bullshit he is. It makes him laugh, although he’s surprised that he doesn’t feel more uncomfortable about it. “Citizen Kane,” he repeats, in his most deadly serious tone.

“Rosebud,” Ian says, and . . .

And Anthony has absolutely nothing for that. “Huh?” he asks.

Ian shakes his head and laughs—Anthony likes that sound. Even if he isn’t sure why, he’s glad to have been the cause. “Okay, dude. Sure. What’s your real answer?”

What the hell, he’s a lost cause, might as well be honest about it. “Home Alone 2: Lost in New York.”

Ian’s eyebrows shoot up under his fringe and he blinks in surprise. “You could have said anything else.”

Anthony grins a little and shrugs. “You said you wanted the real answer.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” Ian replies, a little smile creeping over his mouth. “We’re in film class together, right?”

Anthony nods. “Yeah, that’s why I tried sneaking into your table, but I can’t exactly fake it.”

“Yeah, I hear that’s harder for guys.” It’s Anthony’s turn to laugh—this guy is stupid funny. It would be annoying if it were less funny. “You, uh, you like it? Class, I mean. Or like, all of this, I guess.” He gestures vaguely around them.

Ian considers for a moment, his eyes drifting around thoughtfully. They’re nice eyes. A kind of blue Anthony’s never seen before. “It’s alright, I guess. To be honest, I think about dropping out at least once a day, but I don’t exactly have something better to do.”

“Really?” Anthony asks. Ian seems so with it in class. He always has the answers, he can discuss things like he knows what he’s talking about—he seems perfectly cut out for this.

“I probably won’t,” Ian admits. “But it’s so . . . I dunno. It’s not easy. Not the classes, that stuff’s fine. The rest of it.” He throws a skeptical glance back inside. “I can’t be pretentious for four more years just to end up never making a goddamn movie.”

Boy, does Anthony get that. “Dude, I so get that.”

Ian’s gaze turns back to him, then away once more, but Anthony can’t help but think there’s something in it this time. “What about you?” Ian asks.

“I was thinking of leaving for San Francisco, like, seconds before I walked into the kitchen,” he says with a chuckle. “How hard can it be to be the next Bill Gates? Besides, it’s not like I’m gonna get anywhere in the film department, I just like fun movies.”

“I’ve seen Home Alone, I’ve never seen the second one, but it’s a good movie. John Williams’s score? Unbelievable.”

“I know!” Anthony says, far too excited, a huge smile on his face. “The music is so good! And Joe Pesci could make me piss myself laughing.”

“Is he in the sequel?”

Anthony feels like this is perhaps a moment. A moment for him to test the waters, to see if there’s anyone out there, if there’s a reason to stay. “You wanna watch it?”

“Yeah, for sure,” Ian says casually, taking a drink from his own cup.

Anthony can’t quite tell if Ian is turning him down or completely oblivious, so he pushes harder. “Do you wanna watch it with me?”

“Yeah, that’d be cool.”

Oh.

A little smile climbs from one end of Anthony’s lips to the other. He can work with oblivious.

“I meant, like, do you want to leave this fucking party and go watch it right now,” Anthony clarifies. “I have it in my room on DVD.”

Ian blinks at him, curious.

“With me,” Anthony adds.

Anthony seems to have taken him by surprise for the second time tonight, and there’s a little bit of satisfaction in that. Maybe he’ll have to make it three times before the night is over. “Oh—oh!” Anthony can see the realization happen in his eyes in real time. “Yeah, absolutely, let’s get the hell outta here.”

Anthony smiles. “I think you’ll like it.” Ian chuckles and jerks his head towards the complex, and Anthony doesn’t dread heading back in too much, and only a little bit of that has to do with the fact that he’ll be leaving right away. “Unless you wanna go over the fence,” Ian offers.

Anthony shakes his head. “Next time,” he says as they head in together.

[thefanficmonster]

One hell of a love story

Steve Brodt x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, Mentioned Trespassing, Referenced Paranormal Investifations

Genre: FLUFF, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: What modern love story doesn't feature a bit of crime and paranormal activity?

When two posts broke the color monotony of Steve's Instagram everyone - except Dylan, of course - was rather surprised. Not so much the sudden pop of color, but rather the content of the images.

The photos being of a beachside sunset featuring a lovey-dovey couple.

What those pictures don't reveal is the long, long story behind them, behind the relationship they display. They show the progression, but not the roots....and the tiny criminal activity they include.

So, allow me to tell you the story, for the purpose of which I will take you back to five years ago. Back before Haunted Nights was officially up and running.

A solo urban explorer and a solo paranormal investigator.

Steve knew it was a bad idea going to this warehouse when he it first came to his attention. Although it was visually in an abandoned state, it was still privately owned and under surveillance. So, despite being very used to jumping the occasional gate or fence to get into places, this one specific instance was a rather clear case of trespassing waiting to happen.

And it wouldn't have been at all like Steve to keep it waiting.

With a backpack loaded with some cheap ghost hunting equipment over his shoulder, he made his way to the warehouse, a mask covering his nose and mouth. He did a great job keeping himself incognito and below the radar as he watched each and every step he took, leaves and branches cracking beneath his feet on a few inevitable instances.

He was well aware of the risk he was taking. But it was a temptation he couldn't refuse. He'd been hearing ghost stories stemming from this very place ever since he moved to the town. He just had to live one of those said stories himself to believe it.

Little did he know he'd live a whole different genre of a story.

Three floors and an underground storage unit and nothing. Nothing concrete anyway. No activity with the motion detectors, unrelated words coming in through the Ovilus and no physical activity. Whatever energy may have been stuck between those walls wasn't intelligent or just wasn't in the mood to talk. So, to prevent his trip and taken risks to be in vain, Steve resorted to taking some pictures of the place and the surrounding area.

As creepy as it looked, it was still a beautiful location to capture a few shots of with the underlying agenda of maybe possibly catching something in the photos he couldn't spot with his naked eye.

He'd eventually figured out a way to climb up to the roof which was a pretty bad idea for several reasons. For one, that roof didn't look anywhere near safe to withstand the weight of a human, not to mention he wasn't particularly sure on how he'd get down without injury but hell, he decided he'd cross that bridge when he'd get to it.

And last, and potentially most, was the danger of being spotted by the aforementioned surveillance.

To Steve's utter dismay, that last one was the one that got him in the end.

He'd taken a seat on one of the more solid looking panels to look through the footage he'd captured when he heard the unmistakable sound of car tires over leaves and gravel. All color immediately drained from his face.

Scurrying as quietly as he could up to his feet and over to the opening he'd climbed up through, he found himself forgetting all his previous concerns regarding getting down unscathed. His decade long experience going into abandoned places came in real handy when he managed to land on his feet rather steadily from such a high drop.

He was in the middle of debating whether to make a run for it or hide until the coast was clear when he heard hurried footsteps approaching, giving him no time to pick either option before a figure rounded the corner and startled the ever-loving daylights out of him.

Except, it wasn't a cop. Something he immediately picked up on from the attire - which included a face mask much like his own and a pair of fingerless gloves - and backpack.

Steve knows an urban explorer when he sees one and this girl fit all the criteria.

He was quick to press his finger up to his lips, sliding his mask under his chin to be able to mouth "Cops" to her, eliciting a nod in response.

"We need to hide." She whispers, clearly having taken in his appearance and deemed him one of her own instead a threat she should be mindful of along with the cops that just pulled up to the site.

Fleeting was no longer an option when they heard the boom of someone's voice echoing off the walls in a shout, provoking the trespassers to show themselves.

Although his newfound companion was frozen like a deer in headlights, giving him a look of terror, Steve was luckily thinking on his feet.

With barely a couple seconds to spare, he grabbed the girl's hand, hoping to God it wouldn't earn him a slap, and whispered a quick, "Let's go..." as he tilted his head in the direction of a long hallway leading to the underground unit entrance.

He gave her a second to agree, which she thankfully did with a very accentuated nod, before the two took off down the hall, cringing at the loud thumping of their footsteps.

His heart was beating against his ribcage, blood pounding in his ears. He wouldn't be this anxious over the whole ordeal has he still been alone. The weird need to protect his companion was driving him into a faster running speed and more complex ideas.

"There..." He pointed to the gated off stairwell to the lower level, completely out of breath as he carried on to explain: "Hop the gate, I'll make a distraction."

"What if they catch you?" She whispered back, her voice further muffled by the mask she was still wearing.

Clearly, the need to protect was mutual.

Out of instinct, he gave her hand a comforting squeeze, reminding himself to drop it, "They won't." With those reassuring words, they parted ways.

He lingered around almost a second too long to make sure she got over the gate ok before he booked it to a side exit, purposefully making a ton of noise, leaves crunching beneath the soles of his shoes.

Once he was certain it'd be enough to mislead the cop(s?) that had entered the building, he made a beeline for a window he'd taken notice of earlier while he was exploring the underground unit. It was just wide enough for him to squeeze through and hop down. Just in the nick of time, as well, seeing as how there was barely five seconds of time between the sound of his feet hitting the floor and the footsteps of a cop running out to where he'd made the diversion just moments prior.

Standing stiff as a statue, he listened as the cop spoke into his radio, "I scared the fuckers off." He muffled the sigh of relief that escaped his lips with the back of his hand.

He made a point of waiting to hear the car driving off the property before going to seek out the girl. Props to her - although the space wasn't particularly large, he couldn't pin point her location even after scoping out the area for the third time.

"Hey!" He whisper-yelled, still wary of raising his voice, "The coast is clear!"

He watched in amusement, a smile tugging at his lips, as a lid of one of the empty crates was lifted, the girl emerging from within.

That's when all caution was tossed out the window as the two broke out into laughter.

"Come on, let's get you out of there." Steve said, taking the lid from her and setting it on the ground before taking a hold of her hands, helping her stay balanced as she hopped her way out of the crate.

"Damn, was it hard to breathe in there." She chuckled, finally removing her mask, flashing a bright smile at Steve in the process.

Would it be an upmost cliché to say he was enamored right off the bat? Maybe, probably. But it'd definitely not be a lie. She was indeed beautiful, he was aware of it before she even took the mask of. However now, with her full face on display there was no denying it. The tension had been lifted off her shoulders, replaced by her usual lightheartedness.

He had to recalibrate himself for a moment to regain cognitive thought and remember how to function in human interactions. He successfully managed to extend his hand for a handshake, "I'm Steve, by the way."

She captured it with hers immediately, his smile impossibly brightening, "Y/N. Nice to meet you, Steve. And thanks, I owe you big time."

He shook his head, mind racing as to how to navigate the conversation without making an ass of himself, "Nah, you owe me nothing. Us urban explorers have to look out for one another."

Her eyebrows quirked up, "Ah, so my observation was right, we're in the same boat."

"Well, actually..." Steve smiled, slinging the backpack strap off his shoulder, setting it on the ground to unzip it, "I'm more of a paranormal investigator." He explained, showing Y/N the ghost hunting gadgets inside.

The look she gave him was nothing short of amazed, much to his relief, "No way! I love that! I've always been curious but never had the balls to do it. Not on my own at least." That last bit was added as more of an afterthought but it didn't fly under his radar.

"Well, if it means anything to ya, I've been told I'm great company for ghost busting." He's never been a flirt, ever. Not a successful one anyway. Well, not that he's often put himself in situations where quick wit and a few flirty remarks would come in handy. Still, even he's aware that he handled that well. He picked up what she put down.

And if her beaming smile was anything to go by, he did so well. "Aren't I glad to hear that." She too reached inside her backpack, rummaging around for a few seconds before plucking out a pen and handing it to him, "Maybe you could show me the ropes, instruct me on how to use those thingies." She pointed at his ghost hunting equipment and offering him her arm. An action that earned her a puzzled look from him, causing her to giggle sheepishly, "I have nothing to write on, the arm will have to do. That is if you wanna give me your contact info, of course. No pressure."

All hesitation evaporated as soon as it had plagued her mind when, with the goofiest smile, Steve accepted the offered arm and jotted down his phone number.

"Thank you." She smiled, cheeks flushed.

"No, no. You'll thank me only after I've made a ghost hunter out of you." He mused back, cranking his charm up to eleven and hoping for the best.

"I'll take those words to heart."

"And I'm giving them to you as a promise."

With said that and a professional handshake to officialize it, the two made a deal. A deal that would kickstart a series of wild explorations, fun - and some slightly terrifying - memories, stories they'll be retelling their whole lives. And, of course, a company.

A company known as Haunted Nights.

That intel makes the caption under the aforementioned posts much clearer.

"It's my pleasure to introduce you to the cofounder of Haunted Nights, who also happens to be my fiancée @y/n_hn"

To top it all off, we have Dylan's comment right underneath.

@snevets_nalyd: I can't believe she said yes @y/n_hn blink twice if you need help

[ask-casino-cups-swap-au]

About the past of the islands /sobre el pasado de las islas

Advertencia: Estos no son mis ideales, solo es para profundizar en la historia y los problemas de aquellas épocas y acercarme lo más que puedo al mundo real. :")

Warning: These are not my ideals; this is only to deepen the story and the issues of those times and get as close as possible to the real world. :")

In this universe, objects, animals, and anthropomorphic beasts are widely despised across most of the world. This is because, since the beginning of time, when these races first began to appear, they were deemed products of evil. To humans, it was unnatural to see objects come to life, so they were associated with dark magic and demons.

Even in places with different religions, these beings were shunned. Over time, most belief systems established rituals or methods to "redeem" their supposed dark nature, seeking divine forgiveness. One practice that endured was the use of gloves. In ancient times, anthropomorphic objects could be born with deformities, such as having more or fewer fingers than usual. To conceal these anomalies and show respect to God, they began covering their hands, extending the custom to any other strange feature.

This form of racism or speciesism persisted in nearly every country—except for the Inkwell Islands. Long ago, these lands were not called that; in fact, they were abandoned islands, unknown to the rest of the world. The original inhabitants were divided into very distinct tribes, but due to the hardships brought by droughts, they chose to unite and explore their surroundings. Over time, this led to an alliance between all species, fostering acceptance and a greater openness to learning about each other's origins and customs.

When the ancient Lucifer discovered these islands, he was intrigued by how well their inhabitants coexisted, in stark contrast to the rest of the world. Perhaps this drew him to help the tribes prosper. He taught them the importance of independence as beings, free from the need to depend on gods. Even so, he never interfered with their rituals to honor certain aspects of nature, as he understood that these practices made them grateful for what was essential.

Lucifer learned much from them, and they, in turn, learned from him—whether in various arts, magic, or philosophy. As this society flourished, the once-separate tribes united under a single name for the collection of islands: "Aeterna." To better organize their growing civilization, they divided themselves into aquerales, administrative sections that helped maintain order and progress. The people of Aeterna came to be known as Aeternians.

However, when Lucifer was mortally wounded and imprisoned in a crystal as punishment for teaching magic to mortals, the islands suffered great devastation due to the angels' attack. To protect themselves, the Aeternians cast a powerful spell that hid the islands from God's sight and relocated them elsewhere.

Over time, the islands were rediscovered by foreign explorers, who were amazed by their rich flora and fauna. Eager to exploit these resources, they attempted to seize the fertile lands, as much of the islands remained barren and lifeless. However, after witnessing the Aeternians’ magic, they grew fearful and sought alternative ways to benefit from the land without direct conflict.

A deal was made: the Aeternians would provide natural resources in exchange for the foreigners helping to restore the islands, building larger and more livable settlements for everyone. However, as time passed, this agreement became distorted. Eventually, the self-proclaimed kings pushed the Aeternians into the protected regions while they took control of the rest of the land.

All of this happened under the rule of the reigning kings, a system of power that lasted for generations due to the islands' geographical isolation from the rest of the world.

En este universo, los objetos, animales y bestias antropomórficas son mal vistas en casi todos los lugares del mundo. Principalmente porque, desde el inicio de los tiempos, cuando estas razas comenzaron a aparecer, fueron tachadas como productos del mal. No era natural para los humanos ver cómo los objetos cobraban vida, y se consideró como resultado de la magia oscura de los demonios.

Incluso en lugares con diferentes religiones, estos seres eran rechazados. Con el tiempo, en la mayoría de las religiones se comenzaron a exigir rituales o formas de “purificación” para “recompensar” su naturaleza oscura, bajo la idea de buscar el perdón divino. Una de las prácticas que perduró fue el uso de guantes, ya que, en el caso de los objetos, podían presentar deformidades, como nacer con menos o más dedos. Por ello, cubrían sus manos con guantes para ocultar estas anomalías como un gesto de respeto hacia Dios. También se cubrían cualquier parte bestial o anómala de su cuerpo.

Este tipo de racismo o especismo prevaleció en casi todos los países, excepto en las islas Inkwell. Estas, en un principio, no se llamaban así. Eran unas islas abandonadas y desconocidas para el resto del mundo. Sus habitantes originales estaban divididos en tribus muy diferentes entre sí, pero la precariedad causada por las sequías los llevó a unirse para explorar las islas vecinas. Esto dio lugar a una alianza entre todas las especies, fomentando una mayor aceptación y apertura para entender sus orígenes y costumbres.

Cuando el antiguo Lucifer encontró estas islas, se sintió intrigado al ver cómo todos los habitantes convivían en armonía, a diferencia del resto del mundo. Tal vez por esto decidió ayudar a las tribus a prosperar. Les enseñó la importancia de su independencia como seres, de no depender de dioses. Aun así, nunca intervino en los rituales que tenían para honrar ciertos aspectos de la naturaleza, ya que estos los hacían agradecidos por lo indispensable.

Lucifer aprendió mucho de ellos, y ellos de él. Compartieron conocimientos en diversas artes, magia y filosofía. A medida que esta sociedad prosperaba, las tribus se unieron en una sola comunidad, que nombraron “Aeterna”, en honor al conjunto de islas. Para organizarse, se clasificaron en aquerales, un sistema que les permitía mantener el control de su sociedad.

Sin embargo, cuando Lucifer fue herido de muerte y encerrado en un cristal como castigo por enseñar magia a los mortales, las islas quedaron gravemente dañadas tras el ataque de los ángeles. No obstante, las islas fueron ocultadas gracias a un poderoso hechizo que las mantuvo fuera de la vista de Dios, reubicándolas en otro lugar.

Después de mucho tiempo, las islas fueron redescubiertas por exploradores extranjeros que quedaron maravillados por la fauna y flora del lugar. Estos intentaron explotar sus recursos naturales, pero solo las áreas habitadas por los Aeternitas eran fértiles, mientras que el resto de las islas estaban desoladas e infértiles. Los extranjeros intentaron tomar las tierras fértiles por la fuerza, pero se atemorizaron al descubrir la magia que poseían los Aeternitas. Así que buscaron otras alternativas: un acuerdo de paz. Según este trato, los Aeternitas proporcionarían recursos naturales, y a cambio, los extranjeros repararían las tierras infértiles, construyendo residencias más grandes y habitables para todos.

Sin embargo, con el tiempo, este acuerdo se distorsionó. Los autoproclamados reyes excluyeron a los Aeternitas de las mejores tierras, confinándolos únicamente a las áreas que protegían.

Todo esto ocurrió bajo el régimen de los reyes de aquel momento, un sistema que perduró por generaciones debido a lo aisladas que estaban las islas del resto del mundo.

[liloslittlethings]

a little bit about me & my lilo history! (for anyone who cares)

I’m natalie (she/her)! I became a solo liam stan in 2017 which quickly led to becoming a 1d and louis stan. I’m 20 so I wasn’t really on the internet during 1d and only knew their hit songs, but I spent the entirety of my teenage years combing through every piece of one direction content I could find (I owe everyone who ran 1d/lilo blogs and didn’t delete them my life). I have also been following them almost the entirety of their solo careers in real time (twt/insta/yt fan accounts you name it)

Anyway onto what’s important - from pretty much the moment I started following 1d I became obsessed with lilo as a unit, because I was a ‘hiatus’ (lol) stan I had all the eras of 1d available to me instantly. So I started with the most recent, 2015/OTRA which of course was a golden time for lilo and my attachment to them was solidified within a couple weeks. I wasn’t here when they were in 1d but I do like to think I’m pretty well versed in the history of lilo (again thank you to people who archived everything you deserve a kiss). And I was here to absolutely loose my shit every time they were together or talked about each other post 1d (oct-nov 2018 was the best time of my life)

The last 8 years I have accumulated hundreds of hours of lilo footage, and quite honestly needed somewhere to archive it so I made this blog last year (I had never made a blog in my life and had no idea what I was doing). It didn’t last very long because I was too lazy to comb through everything and had fallen out of my hyper fixation period (as I have from time to time the past 8 years). I came back after liam’s passing, it gave me a purpose to really start looking through everything and honestly just gave me something to focus on when I didn’t know what to do with myself. 

For now I’m mainly uploading the upwards of 50GB (I have a problem) of videos I have downloaded but eventually I will also probably go through the old lilo blogs I used to follow and reblog things I haven’t already posted.

Anyways I hope that if you love lilo you enjoy this blog, whether to reminisce or maybe see things you’ve never seen before (or it’s been so long you’ve forgotten). Ultimately I’m doing this more for myself than anything else but it’s nice to see other people loving lilo as much as I do <3

(Also feel free to message me or drop into my asks if you just want someone to talk about lilo to!)

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Jungkook is an incredibly precious human being. He’s bratty, and sweet, and meticulous, and charming, and calculating, and assertive, and introverted, and above all, hand-fistingly, brow-scrunchingly, high-pitched-wailing into the night, cute.

He’s so cute it almost destroys me.

The trust he has in ARMY, is something I hope we never take for granted. It’s rare, and many would argue unwise to consistently express such vulnerability to millions of people who may have their own motives. And nobody knows that more than Jungkook - a multi millionaire who has lived in the spotlight for almost a decade. And yet, with ARMY, when he feels anxious or can’t sleep or whatever, he feels comforted being with ARMY, being watched by ARMY, sharing tiny bits and pieces of himself with ARMY.

Goodness.

I hope y’all are saving up for JJK1. He’s clearly working hard at it, and he’s said since last year he’ll be releasing music after Yoongi.

And this is more or less confirmed

Edit (because someone DM’d me they can’t understand the chart. Sorry btw. Sometimes I forget Korean isn’t very accessible. So here’s a key to understand the chart.)

Stars: albums - the letters within the stars indicate whether it’s a mini, full, solo, or repackage album.

M : mini-album

J : full-album

U : unit/solo-album

R : repackage-album

日: Japan-album

Blue-shading : concert/tour

Grey shading : fanmeet

*

Personally, I’m prepared to go all out, as I have for Jimin and Yoongi’s releases, year to date. With JK’s musical output so far, I’ve resigned myself to the possibility his album could be the poppiest of the seven, and that’s not really my taste tbh. But I’ll be looking forward to it because even his pop-py, EDM-laced preferences are executed well, and it’s always possible he blindsides me and surprises me with a very different sound than what many expect of him.

Either way, he’s working hard so I trust the product will be excellent.

I hope we’re all gearing up to run this race again, this time with JK as the Bora-flagbearer. Like with Jimin’s FACE, and Yoongi’s D-DAY, it will be a race in two parts: a sprint then a marathon.

Please stay hydrated, take your vitamins, check your iron levels, take care of yourself, and prioritize the boys if they’re the reason you’re here. The competition will be fierce, solo stans will raise hell, and everyone will want a piece of him. It would be nice if the core fandom can manage to keep their heads on straight and focus on Jungkook.

Aside, JK’s sleepy Wlive reminded me of a VCR that’s haunted me for years.

This one:

Maybe it’s the same sleepy pose, and the eyes…

Actually, the whole Serendipity MV comes to mind when I remember JK’s Wlive. And Jimin is the reason.

*

Sigh, these men.

[pshbites]

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01. although i’m not a minor i don’t write smut, i can write suggestive things but not full blown smut. i also will not write member x member, a/b/o, or male reader.

02. for right now i only write/take requests for enha and nct dream. i’ll probably end up writing for more units in the future but who knows :)

03. my dni list is in my carrd but to give a rundown i don’t want anyone who’s an enha solo stan or hater on my account, a zionist, or anyone is —phobic.

04. i appreciate constructive criticism so if you do have anything to say about my work you can go ahead and tell me, just please be nice and kind.

05. i have a life outside of this blog so sometimes updates or posts can be slow, please be mindful of that.

06. it’s never my intentions to offend anyone but if that does happen, please call me out on it. i’m always open to being educated on topics that i don’t know much about.

07. i love LOVE getting any type of asks or anons about anything, so feel free to send whatever you’d like to talk about! whether it be about nct dream or enhypen or even non kpop things!

08. this blog is meant to be a safe space for me and the community i build so everyone is always welcome <3

09. if you want to be moots just send me an ask! i’m always down to be friends w anyone

10. lastly, please do not spam like! i know as readers you want to support and you can but spam liking will put me more at risk of being shadow banned :( so instead you can always spam reblog!

[rowanwriting]

— about;

hello, writeblr! my name is Rowan. I'm 32, bisexual, aro/acespec, nonbinary, transmasc (they/them), and an aspiring novelist. I'm also a part-time english undergrad and hopefully a future teacher.

I enjoy writing in quite a few genres, from contemporary romance to sci-fi to horror to fantasy, and I love trying new things in my work. my biggest challenge is actually finishing a wip, but I hope to get better at that with motivation from tumblr. I also enjoy dabbling in some fanfiction, especially when my original stories hit writer’s block. 

please feel free to join me on other social media, linked below. I look forward to getting to know more people in the writeblr community!

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— works in progress;

lost in death —

Cassidy Sullivan is dead.

He's been dead for five years, watching his girlfriend move on without him. He's been dead for ten years, watching his parents mourn. He's been dead for thirty years, as the world changes around him and he remains the same, in the small apartment he died in. He's been dead for fifty years, and everyone has forgotten him.

Tristan Kent is a psychic.

More of a curse than a blessing, their so-called gift has ruined their life. Unable to go to school or work, they eke out a meager existence be exploiting their abilities from a small metaphysical shop. They don't believe in most of the things they sell, neither gods nor demons nor angels, but they know that something must be real, else they wouldn't be haunted.

When a regular client of Tristan’s volunteers them for a local ghost hunting reality show on the extremely haunted Wentworth Street House, Tristan takes the job only for the money. They have no interest in proving the supernatural to be real — they already know that it is. But the presence that haunts the house is like none they’ve ever sensed before, and their not sure what to make of that, save to find out more.

As the reality show commences, the ten so-called psychics come to exorcise the house. Tristan must discover who is genuine, who is faking it, and whether to help Cassidy resist expulsion. But there is more to the Wentworth Street House than even Cassidy knows, and soon he’s the only thing between Tristan and a sinister force that has remained hidden from his sight all these years.

the kraken —

Fifteen years ago, the love of Marisolle’s young life was discovered and brutally executed by her father, the Prince-Regent, for crimes against the Crown. Hardening her heart, the princess swore never to love again.

Now queen in her own right, married, and with children of her own, Marisolle is content, if not happy. She rules well and is beloved by her people, and her country is more prosperous than ever. But there are enemies on the horizon, and Marisolle soon must seek desperate help if her rule is to survive.

Theovold left his home almost ten years ago to join the queen of Mavacia in an arranged marriage. He loves his children, and adores his wife, even as he feels the deep chasm between them, the pain of a love lost. But his attempts at wooing her may come to a stop when Mavacia is attacked, and a new man comes into her life.

Vincenze is a pirate, nothing more and nothing less. When the Queen of Mavacia offers him a Letter of Marque, permission to sail under her name and banner, in return for his aid in the coming war, he knows that he cannot run from his past any longer.

And as Marisolle, Theovold, and Vincenze come together to face their enemies, the Sea Witch watches, pieces falling into place.

the beyond —

The year is 2284. Humanity has long ago risen to the stars, joining a galactic community of ascended species. No longer alone in the universe, the Helios Accord brought the countries of Earth together into one united government, The Sol Federation.

Emelyn Kane is a washed up soldier, a mercenary working solo. Born far from Earth, she spends most of her time on her ship, going from job to job and trying not to think about how she ended up disgraced and discharged from the human military.

When her ship crash lands on an uncharted planet, Emelyn believes her life, such as it is, has ended. But the planet is life bearing, inhabited by a sentient species. And the indigenous people, the Vescai, have strange abilities — abilities that have kept their massive empire hidden from the rest of the universe.

Even when she gets used to life on the beautiful planet she is now stranded on, Emelyn knows that she is the last person who should be seen as a vanguard of humanity, let alone an ambassador for the entire ascended galaxy.

As the Vescai debate her very appearance on one of their planets, Emelyn must decide if she wished to remain with them, or allow them to wipe her memory or send her home. But her choice might be taken out of her hands, as she soon begins to develop the very abilities the Vescai treasure.

the prince of stars —

A cursed prince must find and kill the fallen star that foretold his doom before his twentieth birthday.

Prince Riavyn is born under a falling star, cursing both him and the realm he is one day meant to rule. If he is ever crowned king, he will bring war and ruin to his country. At least, so long as the star lives. Now nearing his nineteenth birthday, Riavyn is more determined to be king than ever, despite being removed from the line of succession by his mother, the queen.

His only chance to regain his standing in the royal family and redeem himself is to seek out the living star, and kill it before nightfall on his twentieth birthday, when the astromancers say the curse will become everlasting.

Along with the captain of his guard, Riavyn sets out to hunt the star down, knowing that it’s his only chance to become king. But the curse is more powerful than he knows, and breaking it might have consequences he never imagined.

A star is not meant to die, after all.

[wordsmith30]

The more that I think about it, the more I realize that Ava’s character arc as the Warrior Nun actually regressed in season two.

Ultimately, Beatrice hits the nail on the head in their fight at the very beginning: Ava does whatever she wants, jumps headfirst into danger without thinking about the consequences, leads with her heart and emotions instead of her head.

Because of the intense pressure Ava puts on herself to be the Warrior Nun, she becomes dangerously self-sacrificing. In her desperation to not let the team down, she throws herself at every threat that appears (whether she needs to or not) and the team gets smoked with her. Afraid to lose her friends, she takes on the whole weight of the mission alone. In the end, she abandons them for a solo mission that nearly gets her killed.

One of the key lessons Beatrice tried to impart to her in season one was to trust her team. The Warrior Nun is not supposed to go at it alone or exist in isolation. She is a symbol, a representative of a collective unit. If only the Warrior Nun was needed, there would be no OCS. There would be no team.

Though the Warrior Nun is supposed to be their designated leader, that doesn’t necessarily mean that she is. In season one, Ava was a complete newbie with no background knowledge, experience, or training whatsoever. Despite her special status, her role was limited to one specific thing and it was the team’s job to protect her so that she could fulfill it. Everyone had their own part to play.

But Ava chafed against this system. She didn’t like the idea of other people fighting for her and wanted to do something, even though she wasn’t properly equipped. Beatrice and the others consistently had to tell her, “No. That’s not your job. You’re going to get yourself killed. Your responsibility is this and that’s all you need to worry about.”

Somewhere along the way, Ava forgets that. She gets roped in with Michael and Reya’s plan (a horrible, stupid plan that doesn’t even work!). She blames herself for everything that goes wrong and believes it’s her sole responsibility to protect the team – that she needs to take the biggest risks and make the ultimate sacrifice.

But the biggest difference between her and the OCS? They chose this. They signed up for this. They have trained for this. They’re prepared to lay down their lives for this, they know what’s at stake. And you need them!

Two seconds after Ava and Michael defect for their own plan, Michael is killed on the spot. Ava is left outnumbered and alone with no way to call for backup.

Meanwhile, one-woman-army Beatrice is slicing through every last one of Adriel’s men to find her. That’s the girl you left behind?

Enough with all this “I’m doing this to save you”. You need her to save you!

Every time Ava was in trouble this season, my reaction was either: “Yaas! Beatrice has arrived” or: “Shoot. Beatrice! Beatrice, help her!”

Beatrice has saved her a thousand times over and when the two of them are fighting side by side – protecting each other, leaning on each other, trusting each other, working together – they’re unstoppable.

After Ava falls fifty feet from a building, she tells Beatrice that “they can’t beat us [...] Not together.”

So why did you leave her? 😭

[pippinoftheshire]

Digging through the "old fics" vault

I was working on another UNCLE fic and then found THIS old MODERN AU in my notes lol: Pretty sure I'm never going to finish it, so I thought I might as well just share it on here :)

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Gaby isn’t sure who’s who out of her supposed ‘teammates’, only that there is a sway to the walk of the dark-haired man that speaks of things best done in the dark. Behind curtains. Preferably silk ones. Not to mention that, for a man as well-built as him, he has a damn decent waist.

The other, the dour-faced blonde, looks like he would rather be walking over broken glass with bare feet than sitting here in their company on a chair much to small for him.

“Am I supposed to guess who you are?” Gaby knows there is a bite of impatience in her tone, but she is agitated enough as it is. “Or would you kindly tell me what the fuck is going on?”

The man with the black curls flashes a smile, all slanted with his deep blue eyes gleaming, and Gaby feels something knot in her chest. She doesn’t feel attracted to him... not exactly, but he is admitibly gorgeous.

Stop being STUPID! she hisses to herself. 

“You know as much as we do, sweetheart.”

His voice is laced with a drawl. American. But Gaby can see through his false bravado straight to the uncertainty and worry lurking like hidden leprocy beneath. He’s a man who’s grown used to having a master. She’s not sure how that’s a good thing. She’s narrowing her eyes before she knows it, trying to figure out what he does. 

He is undeniably smart too, it seems, because suddenly his eyes flash and he snaps, “Oh, just ask. Everyone does.”

Gaby is a little taken aback. “Ask what?”

His smile turns into a cynical line of self-hatred. “Whether I fuck people for a living. Because the answer is yes. Ma ran off and left me in a shitty position, and it was this or a painful death to repay her debt. So keep your fucking judgement to yourself.”

Gaby stares at him, trying to process her thoughts. And, strangely, the first thing she says when she finally opens her mouth is, “I think we’ll get along.”

He looks startled. “Why is that?” 

“Because I only trust people who have the courage to be honest with me.”

He darts a glance at her eyes, sees she’s not lying, and then a different smile curls his lips. And Gaby knows this is his true one. It’s crooked and self-depreciating and full of a childish mischief. He holds out a hand, 

“Napoleon Solo.”

“Gaby Teller,” she says, shaking it with a smile of her own.

“And our silent Russian friend here...” Solo turns to flick an eyebrow up at the blonde man. “... must be Illya Kuryakin.”

“Da,” grits Illya. He looks unamused. “And I have better things to do with my time.”

His accent is heavy, thick. But the words roll off his tongue with a richness that Gaby feels in her bones. And he’s not bad looking either...

Fuck.

“Meaning you keep better company?” teases Solo. Gaby is trying to guess his age now, unsure if he’s older than her.

Illya glares, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed. 

Which is when Waverly comes in through the doors, into the office. He still looks like the same, kind british gentleman who had found her in the bar. Albeit with a tired set to his face. But he manages a smile when he sees the three of them.

“Welcome to the United Network Command for Law and Enforcement.”

“U.N.C.L.E.?” says Solo, looking a little amused. “You named your organisation U.N.C.L.E.?”

Waverly nods. “Yes, Mr Solo. We did. Now on a side note, I believe you said you were working off a debt?”

Solo’s expression shutters like a steel grate. “Yes, sir.” His drawl flattens to a blank statement of fact. Gaby is struck by the sudden urge to hold his hand. 

“Well, it might interest you to hear that your debt has been payed in full.” The Englishman settles back in his chair, tapping fingers on his desk. “You’re free.”

Solo looks like he has been hit by a train. He blinks, slowly, swallowing. And says nothing. 

Waverly leans forwards, a flash of sadness in his eyes. “Now I understand if you would rather decline my proposal and leave the country. No one will blame you.”

Solo looks like he considers it. He really does. Then he gives a firm shake of his head. “I’ll stay, sir. Might as well do something useful now that I’m my own man.”

Waverly’s smile is grateful and warm. “As you wish.”

[panoralis]

𓆩♡𓆪   ⸻  ÉLÉGANTE is the second studio album by PANDORA . released on september 3 , 2023 , under astre entertainment , the album consists of ten tracks , including the double lead singles : NO and GRL GVNG .

after four weeks of promotional stages for the title tracks , they held a couple special stages for MY SATISFACTION and DANCE ON MY OWN . by the end of the live promotions , the girl group racked up a total of FIFTEEN music show wins . as of now , they officially hold the record for MOST music wins of 2023 .

⸻  ACTING LIKE A GOOD GIRL ˒ 𝐢. the tracklist

001  :  MY SATISFACTION

002  :  NO ❪ TITLE ❫

003  :  NAUGHTY ❪ EUNSEO & GYURI ❫

004  :  METRONOME ❪ CHIARA & LANFEN & MINDEULLE ❫

005  :  BLUE FLAME ❪ ASTER & KARIN & KOKOMI ❫

006  :  HELLO ❪ CALISTA & YUMEKO ❫

007  :  GRL GVNG ❪ TITLE ❫

008  :  SHOOT! ❪ LANFEN & KOKOMI & YUMEKO & CALISTA ❫

009  :  THE HAPPIEST GIRL ❪ ASTER & CHIARA & MINDEULLE ❫

010  :  DANCE ON MY OWN

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⸻  NO LONGER NEED THE STRINGS ˒ 𝐢𝐢. era styling

TOP LEFT TO RIGHT  :  NO ❪ 1 - 3 ❫ · GRL GVNG ❪ 4 - 5 ❫ · MY SATISFACTION ❪ 6 - 7 ❫ · DANCE ON MY OWN

⸻  FOOLED BY OUR PRETTY FACES ˒ 𝐢𝐢𝐢. physical album content

NOIR VERSION  :  outbox ( 170 x 230 mm ) , photobook ( 119p ) , cd , unit photocard ( 1 out of 6 ) , solo photocard ( 2 out of 10 ) , folded poster , lyric book , vintage polaroid bookmark ( first press only ; 1 out of 10 ) , signed photocard ( first press only ) , mini fandom keychain ( pob )

BLANC VERSION  :  outbox ( 170 x 230 mm ) , photobook ( 119p ) , cd , unit photocard ( 1 out of 6 ) , solo photocard ( 2 out of 10 ) , folded poster , lyric book , vintage polaroid bookmark ( first press only ; 1 out of 10 ) , signed photocard ( first press only ) , mini fandom keychain ( pob )

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⸻  WE ARE OUR OWN MASTERPIECE ˒ 𝐢𝐯. era review

the third and final part to the mini trilogy they had begun with PAS DE DEUX , the studio album is special for several reasons . through the tracklist , the message pandora want to deliver is that the essence of a woman isn’t as black and white as society tries to make it seem .

clearly the stylists listened because this was the era of the dresses- per performance , there was at least one member wearing the said article of clothing . but hey , they looked like goddesses as usual so …

creative freedom was at its peak for this album . whether that be in songwriting , choreographing , or even the concept planning , almost everyone had something to contribute . the group truly wanted to show wanderers ( and everyone else ) how much they’ve grown .

of course , flak was drawn again because in GRL GVNG , some losers thought that the girls were cursing . by reading the lyrics , it can be proven that they weren’t so … back to the circus the sayers go ig ??

the unit songs were a hit too like … wanderers LOVED them . clearly , it was important that all the members were part of at least one unit track . hashtag stan fairness , stan pandora .

pandora in their social butterfly era !!!!! while they didn’t film a lot of dance challenges , the girls definitely enjoyed hanging out with fellow idols . as expected , there were friends who had shown up to the comeback stages to show their support , like enhypen’s jay and sunoo . ( the whole group wanted to come but only two were allowed so they played rock paper scissors- )

the first reactions to the tracklist was a mess … BUT IN A GOOD WAY OFC- wanderers constantly joke that the shuffle button and this comeback must not meet . at one point , you can be feeling like the main character . then the next ? you’re sobbing because you’re that person who’s always there for others , even if they sometimes forget about you .

save the best for last ? more like build up the pain for the end 🥹 THE HAPPIEST GIRL is a fan favorite because it’s a song that many can sadly relate to . it’s like ASTER , CALISTA and CHIARA know the pain all too well so they turned their experience into a haunting masterpiece …

and then you have DANCE ON MY OWN after it , a song that calista and chiara had also contributed lyrics for . ( dear lista and ara … babies , who do we have to bury ??? ) in one of the lives , the duo stated that it’s one of the most important songs to them , because they had been in that position — letting someone pull their strings until they broke — so they hope this song can serve as a beacon of healing for listeners .

special shoutout to LANFEN , the mastermind behind the concept of the pcs . the noir version shows off their “ idol ” side ; alluring or cute or badass . on the other hand , the blanc version is who they are off cameras — the “ human ” side of pandora .

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