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jaylalolz · 3 months ago

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when will you release “get him back” part 2?? 💓❤️‍🩹

❛ 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ❜ p2 . . . nicholas chavez

SINGER!reader x EX!nicholas 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

PART ONE

SUMMARY, a jaw-dropping photo surfaced on social media, showing Y/N and Nicholas sharing a passionate kiss.

A/N, here you go💋💋

WARNINGS, none

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y/nuser “Bad idea right?” is number 1 on the billboard 100!!! thank you guys so so much for streaming & thank you to the person who was my inspiration while writing bc this song wouldn’t be here without you❤️💜

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tatemcrae, everyone say thank you nicholas for the song of the summer !!!

⤿ y/nuser, TATE SHUSHHH

user, yall are teasing us atp

user, i js know y/n is screaming at tate over the phone rn

user, girl WE need answers

user, you can’t just post this and expect us NOT to go crazy

user, ik nick blushing hard asf rn

user, tate is out for blood omg😂

user, NICK JUST REPOSTED

user, oh they’re SO back

user, GIRL don’t play with us, are you and nick getting back tg?

user, y/n and nick part two????

user, i’m not okay after reading the caption

ENEWS ARTICLE

Y/N AND NICHOLAS just broke the internet—and it’s not just because of her latest chart-topping hit.

The two pop sensations, who famously dated before calling it quits over a year ago, are once again the talk of the town. Just days after Y/N dropped her fiery new single, “Bad Idea Right?”, fans are speculating that the song might be more than just a story—it could be real-life drama unfolding before our eyes.

In the song, Y/N sings about how meeting up with an ex is a “bad idea,” but admits she’s going to do it anyway. The cheeky, rebellious track quickly captured fans’ attention with its catchy beat and vulnerable lyrics, but the real drama started when Y/N took to Instagram to thank the person who inspired her to write the song after it debuted at number one on the Billboard Hot 100.

Her cryptic caption read: “Thank you to the person who inspired me to write this song, because it wouldn’t be here without you.” Cue the speculation—fans immediately suspected that the song was about Nicholas, her ex.

But it didn’t stop there.

Just hours after her Instagram post, a jaw-dropping photo surfaced on social media, showing Y/N and Nicholas sharing a passionate kiss. The candid shot, which appears to have been taken during a night out, sent fans into an absolute meltdown, with many wondering if the pair are rekindling their romance after a year apart.

Twitter erupted with reactions, with one fan tweeting: “THEY’RE KISSING. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. Y/N AND NICHOLAS ARE BACK TOGETHER!!” Another user added: “She wrote a song about seeing her ex and now they’re making out?? ICONIC behavior.”

Neither Y/N nor Nicholas has commented on the photo or addressed the growing speculation, but fans are convinced that the kiss confirms what “Bad Idea Right?” hinted at—these two are giving love another shot.

Y/N and Nicholas first dated two years ago and were a fan-favorite couple, often seen together at industry events and collaborating on music. However, they shocked their followers when they announced their split last year, citing busy schedules and the pressures of fame as reasons for the breakup.

With “Bad Idea Right?” rocketing to the top of the charts and this steamy kiss photo making headlines, all eyes are on Y/N and Nicholas to see where this rekindled flame might lead. Is this the reunion their fans have been waiting for, or just a brief moment of nostalgia?

One thing’s for sure—Y/N and Nicholas are definitely back in the spotlight, and fans can’t get enough of the drama.

#nicholas alexander chavez #nicholas chavez #nicholas chavez smut #nicholas chavez x reader #nicholas chavez imagine #nicholas chavez fic #nicholas alexander chavez x reader #nicholas alexander chavez imagine #nicholas alexander chavez fic

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blueiscoool · 7 months ago

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900 Artifacts From Ming Dynasty Shipwrecks Found in South China Sea

The trove of objects—including pottery, porcelain, shells and coins—was found roughly a mile below the surface.

Underwater archaeologists in China have recovered more than 900 artifacts from two merchant vessels that sank to the bottom of the South China Sea during the Ming dynasty.

The ships are located roughly a mile below the surface some 93 miles southeast of the island of Hainan, reports the South China Morning Post’s Kamun Lai. They are situated about 14 miles apart from one another.

During three phases over the past year, researchers hauled up 890 objects from the first vessel, including copper coins, pottery and porcelain, according to a statement from China’s National Cultural Heritage Administration (NCHA). That’s just a small fraction of the more than 10,000 items found at the site. Archaeologists suspect the vessel was transporting porcelain from Jingdezhen, China, when it sank.

The team recovered 38 items from the second ship, including shells, deer antlers, porcelain, pottery and ebony logs that likely originated from somewhere in the Indian Ocean.

Archaeologists think the ships operated during different parts of the Ming dynasty, which lasted from 1368 to 1644.

Many of the artifacts came from the Zhengde period of the Ming dynasty, which spanned 1505 to 1521. But others may be older, dating back to the time of Emperor Hongzhi, who reigned from 1487 to 1505, as Chris Oberholtz reported last year.

Archaeologists used manned and unmanned submersibles to collect the artifacts and gather sediment samples from the sea floor. They also documented the wreck sites with high-definition underwater cameras and a 3D laser scanner.

The project was a collaboration between the National Center for Archaeology, the Chinese Academy of Science and a museum in Hainan.

“The discovery provides evidence that Chinese ancestors developed, utilized and traveled to and from the South China Sea, with the two shipwrecks serving as important witnesses to trade and cultural exchanges along the ancient Maritime Silk Road,” says Guan Qiang, deputy head of the NCHA, in the agency’s statement.

During the Ming dynasty, China’s population doubled, and the country formed vital cultural ties with the West. Ming porcelain, with its classic blue and white color scheme, became an especially popular export. China also exported silk and imported new foods, including peanuts and sweet potatoes.

The period had its own distinctive artistic aesthetic. As the Smithsonian’s National Museum of Asian Art writes, “Palace painters excelled in religious themes, moralizing narrative subjects, auspicious bird-and-flower motifs and large-scale landscape compositions.”

The shipwreck treasures aren’t the only recent discoveries in the South China Sea, according to CBS News’ Stephen Smith. Just last month, officials announced the discovery of a World War II-era American Navy submarine off the Philippine island of Luzon.

By Sarah Kuta.

#900 Artifacts From Ming Dynasty Shipwrecks Found in South China Sea #island of Hainan #Ming dynasty #shipwreck #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #ancient china #chinese history #chinese art #ancient art

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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year ago

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An adversarial iMessage client for Android

Adversarial interoperability is one of the most reliable ways to protect tech users from predatory corporations: that's when a technologist reverse-engineers an existing product to reconfigure or mod it (interoperability) in ways its users like, but which its manufacturer objects to (adversarial):

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/10/adversarial-interoperability

"Adversarial interop" is a mouthful, so at EFF, we coined the term "competitive compatibility," or comcom, which is a lot easier to say and to spell.

Scratch any tech success and you'll find a comcom story. After all, when a company turns its screws on its users, it's good business to offer an aftermarket mod that loosens them again. HP's $10,000/gallon inkjet ink is like a bat-signal for third-party ink companies. When Mercedes announces that it's going to sell you access to your car's accelerator pedal as a subscription service, that's like an engraved invitation to clever independent mechanics who'll charge you a single fee to permanently unlock that "feature":

https://www.techdirt.com/2023/12/05/carmakers-push-forward-with-plans-to-make-basic-features-subscription-services-despite-widespread-backlash/

Comcom saved giant tech companies like Apple. Microsoft tried to kill the Mac by rolling out a truly cursèd version of MS Office for MacOS. Mac users (5% of the market) who tried to send Word, Excel or Powerpoint files to Windows users (95% of the market) were stymied: their files wouldn't open, or they'd go corrupt. Tech managers like me started throwing the graphic designer's Mac and replacing it with a Windows box with a big graphics card and Windows versions of Adobe's tools.

Comcom saved Apple's bacon. Apple reverse-engineered MS's flagship software suite and made a comcom version, iWork, whose Pages, Numbers and Keynote could flawlessly read and write MS's Word, Excel and Powerpoint files:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/06/adversarial-interoperability-reviving-elegant-weapon-more-civilized-age-slay

It's tempting to think of iWork as benefiting Apple users, and certainly the people who installed and used it benefited from it. But Windows users also benefited from iWork. The existence of iWork meant that Windows users could seamlessly collaborate on and share files with their Mac colleagues. IWork didn't just add a new feature to the Mac ("read and write files that originated with Windows users") – it also added a feature to Windows: "collaborate with Mac users."

Every pirate wants to be an admiral. Though comcom rescued Apple from a monopolist's sneaky attempt to drive it out of business, Apple – now a three trillion dollar company – has repeatedly attacked comcom when it was applied to Apple's products. When Apple did comcom, that was progress. When someone does comcom to Apple, that's piracy.

Apple has many tools at its disposal that Microsoft lacked in the early 2000s. Radical new interpretations of existing copyright, contract, patent and trademark law allows Apple – and other tech giants – to threaten rivals who engage in comcom with both criminal and civil penalties. That's right, you can go to prison for comcom these days. No wonder Jay Freeman calls this "felony contempt of business model":

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/09/lead-me-not-into-temptation/#chamberlain

Take iMessage, Apple's end-to-end encrypted (E2EE) instant messaging tool. Apple customers can use iMessage to send each other private messages that can't be read or altered by third parties – not cops, not crooks, not even Apple. That's important, because when private messaging systems get hacked, bad things happen:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2014_celebrity_nude_photo_leak

But Apple has steadfastly refused to offer an iMessage app for non-Apple systems. If you're an Apple customer holding a sensitive discussion with an Android user, Apple refuses to offer you a tool to maintain your privacy. Those messages are sent "in the clear," over the 38-year-old SMS protocol, which is trivial to spy on and disrupt.

Apple sacrifices its users' security and integrity in the hopes that they will put pressure on their friends to move into Apple's walled garden. As CEO Tim Cook told a reporter: if you want to have secure communications with your mother, buy her an iPhone:

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/tim-cook-says-buy-mom-210347694.html

Last September, a 16-year old high school student calling himself JJTech published a technical teardown of iMessage, showing how any device could send and receive encrypted messages with iMessage users, even without an Apple ID:

https://jjtech.dev/reverse-engineering/imessage-explained/

JJTech even published code to do this, in an open source library called Pypush:

https://github.com/JJTech0130/pypush

In the weeks since, Beeper has been working to productize JJTech's code, and this week, they announced Beeper Mini, an Android-based iMessage client that is end-to-end encrypted:

https://beeper.notion.site/How-Beeper-Mini-Works-966cb11019f8444f90baa314d2f43a54

Beeper is known for a multiprotocol chat client built on Matrix, allowing you to manage several kinds of chat from a single app. These multiprotocol chats have been around forever. Indeed, iMessage started out as one – when it was called "iChat," it supported Google Talk and Jabber, another multiprotocol tool. Other tools like Pidgin have kept the flame alive for decades, and have millions of devoted users:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2021/07/tower-babel-how-public-interest-internet-trying-save-messaging-and-banish-big

But iMessage support has remained elusive. Last month, Nothing launched Sunchoice, a disastrous attempt to bring iMessage to Android, which used Macs in a data-center to intercept and forward messages to Android users, breaking E2EE and introducing massive surveillance risks:

https://www.theverge.com/2023/11/21/23970740/sunbird-imessage-app-shut-down-privacy-nothing-chats-phone-2

Beeper Mini does not have these defects. The system encrypts and decrypts messages on the Android device itself, and directly communicates with Apple's servers. It gathers some telemetry for debugging, and this can be turned off in preferences. It sends a single SMS to Apple's servers during setup, which changes your device's bubble from green to blue, so that Apple users now correctly see your device as a secure endpoint for iMessage communications.

Beeper Mini is now available in Google Play:

https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.beeper.ima&hl=en_US

Now, this is a high-stakes business. Apple has a long history of threatening companies like Beeper over conduct like this. And Google has a long history deferring to those threats – as it did with OG App, a superior third-party Instagram app that it summarily yanked after Meta complained:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/05/battery-vampire/#drained

But while iMessage for Android is good for Android users, it's also very good for Apple customers, who can now get the privacy and security guarantees of iMessage for all their contacts, not just the ones who bought the same kind of phone as they did. The stakes for communications breaches have never been higher, and antitrust scrutiny on Big Tech companies has never been so intense.

Apple recently announced that it would add RCS support to iOS devices (RCS is a secure successor to SMS):

https://9to5mac.com/2023/11/16/apple-rcs-coming-to-iphone/

Early word from developers suggests that this support will have all kinds of boobytraps. That's par for the course with Apple, who love to announce splashy reversals of their worst policies – like their opposition to right to repair – while finding sneaky ways to go on abusing its customers:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/22/vin-locking/#thought-differently

The ball is in Apple's court, and, to a lesser extent, in Google's. As part of the mobile duopoly, Google has joined with Apple in facilitating the removal of comcom tools from its app store. But Google has also spent millions on an ad campaign shaming Apple for exposing its users to privacy risks when talking to Android users:

https://www.theverge.com/2023/9/21/23883609/google-rcs-message-apple-iphone-ipager-ad

While we all wait for the other shoe to drop, Android users can get set up on Beeper Mini, and technologists can kick the tires on its code libraries and privacy guarantees.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/12/07/blue-bubbles-for-all/#never-underestimate-the-determination-of-a-kid-who-is-time-rich-and-cash-poor

#pluralistic #multiprotocol #interoperability #adversarial interop #beeper #reverse engineering #blue bubbles #green bubbles #e2ee #end to end encrypted #messaging #jjtech #pypushbeeper mini #matrix #competitive compatibility #comcom

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tswiftupdatess · 7 months ago

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Gracie Abrams reveals that a fire broke out while writing ''Us'' with Taylor at Taylor's apartment!

“She was such a legend – I don’t know how at this hour or in our state she knew what to do, we both had an insane cough from the fire extinguisher fumes for weeks.”

Somewhere on Gracie Abrams’ camera roll is a video of Taylor Swift in the pop superstar’s kitchen in Tribeca, deliriously extinguishing a bonfire threatening to consume her center island. Behind the lens, Gracie cry-laughs as Taylor works fearlessly to save them from danger. They’d both distantly heard the candle fall over earlier that night, but Swift had assured Abrams it was probably one of her cats thumping around. It’s well past 6 a.m., after a night of dinner and drinks – heavy on that second thing — when the fire finally goes out.

The pair had just finished co-writing “Us,” the crown jewel of the California native’s 13-track sophomore studio album The Secret of Us – due out this Friday (June 21) — when the fiasco occurred. Before that, they’d spent the night previewing songs from Abrams’ new record and the 34-year-old hitmaker’s The Tortured Poets Department for each other before either project had even been announced. Abrams recalls singing and dancing “like theater kids” to “But Daddy I Love Him” and lying on the floor in disbelief after hearing “The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived,” after which they started listening to instrumentals made by their mutual collaborator and friend Aaron Dessner.

“Something caught our ear at the same time very hard and fast,” Abrams says. “So we ran to the piano and started writing this song … I used to fantasize about that kind of a thing as a kid.” (x)

#taylor swift #gracie abrams #behind the song #june 18 #interview #taylorswift #the secret of us

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ecto-implosion · 5 months ago

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SIGN-UPS ARE OPEN!!!

Welcome to the start of Ecto-Implosion 2024! This is our second year running the event, and we are so excited to have you!

If you haven't heard of us before, Ecto-Implsion is a collaborative event much like our more established sister event @invisobang, where artists and authors work together! But over here, the artists go first, and authors write short fics to go with those artworks!

Before you sign up, make sure to check out our rules and schedule.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ [SIGN UP HERE] ⋆⭒˚.⋆

When signing up choose your desired role. (You can choose multiple!)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Artists ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Artist sign-ups will close September 13 at 11:59 pm CDT.

Artists will create a visual or auditory artwork over the course of 2 months - this can be a drawing (traditional or digital), painting, animation/animatic, music piece, and more.

Full requirements can be found in the official rules document.

Even though we ask for your art idea upon sign-up, you are still welcome to join if you don't have one yet! Just say so in the form.

For any art related quieries, feel free to contact @the-oaken-muse or @half-deadmagicperson, or send us an ask!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Authors ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Author sign-ups will close September 16th at 11:59 pm CDT.

Authors will write a short (min. 1k - max. 50k) fic to accompany an artist's work.

Information about how claiming of artworks will work can be found in the official rules document.

For any writing related quieries, feel free to contact @underforeversgrace or @blobghost, or send us an ask!

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Betas ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Beta sign-ups will close September 16th at 11:59 pm CDT.

Betas will be available to help authors in editing and refining their fics. They will be requested as needed by authors.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Pinch Hitters ⋆⭒˚.⋆

Pinch Hitter sign-ups will close September 16th at 11:59 pm CDT.

Pinch Hitters will be at the ready to hop in and write a replacement fic in the case of an author dropping out.

Pinch Hitters might end up with a very short deadline depending on when they're needed.

Once you have finished filling out the sign-up form, you will receive an invite link to the Discord server. You must be able to join the server in order to participate!! This is important for event communication and announcements. If the link does not work, please DM mods @probably-dead, @hannahmanderr, @half-deadmagicperson or @duchi-nesten for assistance.

Still have questions? Check out the Ecto-Implosion Rules Doc for a full list of the rules, guidelines, schedule, and an FAQ section. Feel free to send in an ask if you don't see the answer to your question there!

We're looking forward to a great event! Happy Imploding, Everyone!

#danny phantom #danny phantom event #ectoimplosion #ectoimplosion2024 #announcements

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stalliongraph92 · 2 months ago

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My Little Pony Doctor Whooves: A Strange Miracle now on Tiktok!

Hello everyone, some great news we are now posting videos for shorts, upcoming trailers and episodes for the visual grimdark/medieval radiodrama fanseries called MLP Doctor Whooves: A Strange Miracle on Tiktok!

We are still urgently looking for voice actors/singers along with a Doctor Who 'Medieval style' intro animator and songwriters! You can check out the casting call pages that are still open for auditions here:

Links #1 and #2:

https://cstng.cc/projects/non-profit-17-my-little-pony-doctor-whooves-a-strange-miracle-urgent-casting-for-artists-singers-writers-producers-16ff43ed-6421-4a41-bd90-be7fc21209fc

https://cstng.cc/projects/non-profit-17-mlp-doctor-whooves-a-strange-miracle-urgent-casting-for-voice-actors-vocalists

Here are the list of 'updated social media links!':

https://www.castingcall.club/SG_Studios

StallionGraphStudios - YouTube

stalliongraphstudios9 (@stalliongraphstudios9) | TikTok

Also, there may be a new casting call video explaining more about the project and the roles available! It may most likely get uploaded after this weekend.

Goodluck everyone and please spread the word! -WhoovesQuest

#My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic #Doctor Who #Doctor Whooves #casting call announcement #collaboration #crossover #fanmade #visual radiodrama #script writing #video editing #singer #lyra heartstrings #bon bon mlp #carrot top mlp #derpy hooves #vinyl scratch #octavia melody #animator

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jegreversebang · 3 months ago

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Introducing the 1st Jegulus Reverse Bang!

[Thank you to @peachrtistic for letting us use their art for our event.]

In the Jegulus Fandom we have the Jegulus Big Bang events, but has anyone ever considered that event in reverse? Well, here we are! Calling all artists and authors! If you are interested in this event, please let us know here if you would be interested in a discord server.

What is a reverse bang?

A reverse bang is simply a Big Bang in reverse. In a reverse bang, the art is created first and is used to inspire a fanfic. Artists will submit art sketches and a prompt relating to their art for authors to claim. Authors will then write a story inspired by the art. This event is meant to be fun and collaborative for all involved! This event was inspired by the Prongsfoot Reverse Bang.

How can I participate?

When sign-ups begin, artists will submit their concept. No art will be required just yet. That comes later on. Artists will sign-up via a form, and fill out as much information as possible. After authors will sign up to claim an art piece later down the road.

How many works can I contribute?

Two. You may sign up as either an artist twice, or and artist an author. At this time we are only allowing everyone to sign up as an author once, unless you would like to be a pinch hitter, if needed.

Other important information:

For more important information about this event, please check out our rules and faq page.

What is the schedule?

Artist Sign-ups: November 1st - 15th Author Sign-ups: November 15th - 30th Beta Sign-ups: November 15th and on Artist Check-in: December 5th Art Submission Due: December 14th Art Preview: December 16th Art Claiming: December 18th - 22nd Pairings Announced: December 26th Check-In #1: January 1st - 5th Check-In #2: February 10th - 15th Check-In #3: March 6th - 10th April 7th-10th: Fics/Art Due April 15th: Posting Begins

See you on November 1st!

#james potter #regulus black #james x regulus #regulus x james #jegulus #jegulus fanart #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fest #hp marauders #marauders era #reverse bang #jegulus reverse bang #information post

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vanteguccir · 10 months ago

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── ୨୧ !　𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗡𝗢𝗪

　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where it's Y/N's wedding day, but Matt isn't the groom. During the ceremony, an act of impulse on the boy's part changes the fate of everything.

WARNING: Slightly angst, but with a happy ending!

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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The cool orange color of the corner lamp lightly illuminated the walls of Matt's room, painting the room with a serene aura. He was still in his bed, mentally preparing himself to get up and start the day slowly, his thoughts still hazy from sleep, a low voice reminding him of the tasks he had to do - writing the script for the next video, answering emails, and posting his collaboration with Prada.

For a moment, he allowed himself to bask in the feeling of tranquility, but that peace was abruptly interrupted when the sound of his bedroom door slamming open echoed through the walls.

Matt turned abruptly to the source of the sound, frowning and opening his mouth to curse whoever had barged into his room so suddenly, but the words caught in his throat when he saw Nick standing there, his eyes wide and his hand holding an envelope tightly.

"Nick, what the fuck?" Matt's voice sounded hoarse and rough from lack of use as his eyes traveled from Nick's face to the envelope and back again.

"Matt... It's from Y/N." Nick muttered apprehensively.

The boy sat down abruptly on the mattress when he heard his ex name, watching Nick slowly approaching and leaving the envelope on the crumpled comforter that covered the younger boy's legs.

"I don't know what it's about, I just found it on the floor in front of the front door."

Matt took the paper delicately, a feeling of apprehension growing in his chest as he recognized Y/N's elegant handwriting on the sender, his own name, and his brother's in the recipient field. His mind wondered why she had sent that, who even sends letters through mail in 2024?

With shaking hands, he tore open the envelope and removed the paper inside, barely noticing Nick's silent exit. His heart sank when he noticed that it wasn't just any paper. It was an invitation... a wedding invitation.

The words printed in embossed letters and in gold color on high quality paper, announcing the day she would become the wife of her current boyfriend, or rather, fiancé.

An overwhelming mix of emotions hit him head-on. Matt gasped, holding the invitation as if it were a precious artifact, but also a knife that pierced his heart. He could feel the bitter taste of regret filling his mouth as his memories with Y/N flooded his mind.

He found himself transported back to the happy days when they were together, each moment shining in vivid colors before his eyes. The shared laughter, the hugs on cold or hot nights, the whispered promises of eternal love... Everything seemed so close, and yet so far away.

Tears threatened to flood his eyes as he struggled to process the magnitude of the situation. He bitterly regretted letting Y/N go, letting his insecurities and fears ruin what they shared. He knew he had no one else to blame but himself for his own loneliness.

A violent internal struggle unfolded within the boy. A part of him wanted to throw the invitation through the window, refuse to witness the ceremony that would tear him up even more inside. But another part, a stubborn and masochistic part, insisted on attending, as if seeing Y/N unite with another man was the punishment he deserved for his failures.

Matt clutched the invitation tightly in his hand, lightly crumpling the expensive paper, feeling fragile and broken. Every beat of his heart echoed with the weight of a decision he didn't know if he was capable of making. He felt the weight of loss pressing down on his shoulders, the pain of a wound that never seemed to heal.

Silent tears streamed down his cheeks as he fought his emotions in turmoil. He loved Y/N more than anything in this world, and even though he had already lost her the day he saw her walk through his bedroom door for the last time, he still held on to the narrow thread of hope he had in him, but now he was in danger of losing her forever, and it tormented him to the core of his soul.

With an anguished sigh, Matt finally let out a choked sob, pressing his hand against his mouth to muffle the ugly sounds, quickly glancing at the door left ajar by Nick. The last thing he wanted was to worry his brothers.

He knew he had no choice but to face the painful reality that Y/N would move on without him. He wished, with all his being, that things could have been different, that he could go back in time and right the wrongs he had made.

But now, all he could do was accept the invitation he held in his trembling hand and prepare to witness the love of his life being given to someone else.

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Matt took a deep breath as he, along with his brothers, entered the imposing church where Y/N's wedding was about to take place. The decor details seemed to jump out, a lush fusion of fresh flowers - Y/N's favorite - and delicate fabrics, creating a fairytale atmosphere, exactly as he and Y/N had fantasized about for so many nights.

The rows of chairs were lined up precisely, each adorned with a floral arrangement. Matt watched the carefully planned details, feeling a pang in his heart.

As he rotated his gaze around the space, his eyes met Y/N's parents accompanied by her fiancé, who was already looking back at the triplets. Matt's eyes widened slightly when he noticed the man open a gentle smile towards him, a strange feeling of resignation and envy flooding him almost automatically.

Victor, who he saw so much of only through Y/N's social media, was tall, with slightly curly brown hair that shone in the light, and vibrant blue eyes that seemed to reflect genuine joy. Matt couldn't help but notice how he perfectly fit the stereotype of the type of man Y/N always seemed to prefer - an observation that left a sour taste in his mouth.

The boy wondered if Y/N really had a specific type or if it was just a coincidence that he and her fiancé shared similar characteristics.

He forced himself to look away, his mind a mess of conflicting emotions and his heart screaming that he should just turn around and go back home. With a resigned sigh, Matt followed his brothers as they found their assigned seats.

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Matt's heart was in turmoil as he anxiously awaited the long-awaited moment of the bride's entrance. His eyes darted nervously around the church, his breath caught in his throat as he tried to control the flood of thoughts that threatened to consume him.

And then, as if time had slowed down, soft music filled the air, announcing Y/N's arrival. His breath seemed to catch as he saw her appear in the aisle, a glimpse of ethereal beauty in her stunning wedding dress. His heart was filled with a mix of joy and pain when he saw her so perfect.

Matt thought he would only see her in a wedding dress on their own wedding day.

Tears threatened to blur his vision as he fought to hold them back. He wanted to scream from the rooftops and release all his pent-up anger, but his words were lost in the void of his silent anguish.

"Matt, are you okay?" Chris asked beside him in an almost muted whisper, only receiving a short nod in return.

As she approached the altar, Matt felt his leg begin to bounce involuntarily in a mixture of anxiety and hesitation. Every step she took seemed to sound like an echo in his own broken heart, a constant reminder of what could have been but would never be.

He had to do something.

When Y/N finally reached the foot of the altar, Matt clenched his right hand into a fist tightly, his teeth biting his thumbnail in a desperate attempt to contain whatever was wanting to come out. He watched with a lump in his throat as she and Victor turned face-to-face, everything sounding muffled against his ears.

He had to.

Every word spoken was like a knife in his heart. He wondered if Y/N could feel the intensity of his emotions, if she could see the love and sadness mixed in his eyes as her own eyes circled the room momentarily, carrying a mix of nervousness and anxiety.

Silence hung in the church, heavy and dense, as the priest finished his solemn last words.

"If anyone has anything to say against this union, speak now or forever remain silent." Finally came the phrase so feared and long awaited.

The priest's voice echoed through the sacred space, resounding off the walls as the guests held their breath. Matt felt his heart hammer in his chest, almost hearing it in his ears, a tumultuous mix of fear and determination swirling in his mind.

He needed to.

And then, before he could think twice, before he could stop the urge that welled up inside him, Matt stood up. His body acted on instinct, his chair scraping with a harsh sound against the floor at the abrupt movement of his body.

The loud sound cut through the silence like a knife, causing the guests to turn to his figure in shock, eyes wide in horror. The priest raised his eyebrows in surprise, his words frozen on his lips as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes.

Victor, Y/N's fiancé, looked at Matt with flaming hatred in his eyes, a completely different expression than the one he displayed moments before the ceremony. He knew who Matt was, and he knew Matt would mean trouble for him.

But Matt ignored all of this. At that moment, all that mattered was Y/N. His blue eyes brimming with fear and love looked intensely into Y/N's shocked ones, who seemed frozen in place.

"I-I..." Y/N began, clearing her throat and turning to face the sea of guests. "I need a moment."

And then, without waiting for a response or further intervention, Y/N got down from the altar and turned around, starting to run towards the back of the church. Her footsteps echoed in the silence with the click of her high heels against the floor, each beat of her heart matching the frantic pace of her run.

"Matt!" Nick called through gritted teeth, quickly glancing at the people around him as he raised his right hand, holding Matt's wrist tightly. "Sit down, now."

Matt barely had time to process what was happening before his instincts took over again, pulling his wrist from Nick's grip quickly. He ignored the confused murmurs of the guests accompanying him as he ran after Y/N.

He had to reach her, had to find a way to explain himself, to convince her to listen. He couldn't let her go without a fight, not after everything he had risked.

Matt's feet pounded the church floor as he ran, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He barely noticed Victor's screams echoing behind him, barely noticed the dirty looks that glared at his back as he chased the only love he'd ever had. All that mattered was reaching Y/N, holding her hand, and never letting it go again.

Matt pushed open the back doors of the church hard, his mind spinning in a whirlwind as he prepared to face whatever was on the other side.

He was expecting the worst - a furious face, eyes full of rage, cutting words thrown his way. But what he found was the complete opposite of that.

Y/N's figure was there, just a few feet away. She held her heels in one of her hands, her veil was lying on the floor next to her bare feet, and her beautiful dress was rumpled, but there was a huge smile on her face, and her eyes showed an intense relief.

Matt frowned in confusion, his own mind in turmoil as he tried to process what was happening. The boy expected her to confront him, to blame him for interrupting her perfect day, for destroying her dreams. But not that.

Before he could do anything, Y/N dropped her heels onto the delicate veil before running towards him, her steps quick and purposeful. She stopped before Matt, her eyes shining with an intensity that left him speechless.

Without hesitation, the girl raised her hands towards his face, cupping his red, hot cheeks, her fingers touching his skin with a tenderness that made him shiver. And then, so suddenly, she pulled him towards her, her lips meeting his in a deep, desperate kiss.

Matt felt the world disappear around him as he gave himself over to the gesture, all his questions slipping from his mind, his hands finding their place around Y/N's waist almost automatically, as if it was marked into his soul.

He could feel the warmth of her body against his, the soft touch of her lips against his own, and Matt had never, until that moment, truly understood how much he missed that.

Matt's lips gently parted from Y/N's seconds later, his eyes remained fixed on her face, as if trying to decipher a complex riddle. He felt the euphoria of the moment still pulsing through his veins, but a sense of confusion was still mixed with the intensity of it all.

"I... I don't understand." The boy murmured, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to find the right words to express the whirlwind of thoughts that assaulted him.

Y/N shook her head, a soft smile still playing on his lips. She pulled away slightly, maintaining eye contact with Matt.

"I know this is all very confusing." She began, her voice soft and comforting. "But I'm so happy, Matt. So happy and relieved that you're here."

Matt's confusion deepened even further as he took in her words. He couldn't understand how she could be so serene and happy after everything that happened and what he did with her special date.

The boy felt a weight on his shoulders and an immense desire to look behind his shoulders towards the door, feeling as if someone would open it at any moment and expose them to the public.

"When I sent the invitation." Y/N continued. "I felt scared. Scared that you wouldn't show up, that you would choose not to be here. But deep down, I knew you would come. I knew you wouldn't let me down."

Her words hit the brunette like a wave of comforting heat. He watched her intensely, his racing heart overflowing with love as goosebumps ran through his whole body.

"Don't get me wrong, Victor is an amazing guy, but... Matt, he's not you. He never was. No one will ever be you." She unbuttoned her lace sleeves before rolling them up, ripping off the flower that was attached to the fake belt at her waist and throwing it over her heels.

She really was something.

"Y/N-"

"Run away with me?

Y/N's suggestion left Matt speechless. His body remained static as his eyes stared at her, his orbs filled with shock and disbelief. He never imagined that she could suggest something so radical.

"Matt, please, we have to go. Run away with me."

A smirk slowly grew onto Matt's face before he took her right hand in his, pulling her close tightly and picking her up in one quick movement, his right arm supporting her back and his hand gripping her waist tightly, while his left arm held her legs beneath her knees, pressing her against his body.

A squeal escaped Y/N's throat, who wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her hands on the back of his head tightly, hiding her face in the crook of his shoulder, a loud laughter passing through her lips.

"You're unbelievable, pretty girl... Come on, let's go."

So glad you were around when they said: Speak Now.

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A tale that becomes folklore is one that passed down and whsipered around. Sometimes even sung about. The lines between fantasy and reality blur and the boundaries between truth and diction become almost indiscernible. Speculation, over time, becomes fact. Myths, ghost stories, and fables. Fairytales and parables. Gossip and legend. Someone's secrets written in the sky for all to behold.

To put it plainly, we just couldn't stop writing songs. To try and put it more poetically, it feels like we were standing on the edge of the folklorian woods and had a choice: to turn and go back or to travel further into the forest of this music. We chose to wander deeper in and my collaborators and I are proud to announce that my 9th studio album and folklore's sister record is here. It's called evermore.

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cinnamon-galaxies · 3 months ago

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐬. 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

(Alastor x f!reader drabble)

Due to my ongoing interactions with @frostedclock-writes, we've decided to transform this fun little series into a collaborative project. Some drabbles will be written by me, while others will be created by her. Each drabble builds on the others but can also be read independently. However, we suggest reading all of them to better understand references to previous events. CW: acid rain bruises

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Your arm is linked with Alastor’s as you both stroll through Pentagram City. In his eyes, you’re on the right side of the street, safely away from the cars and any potential danger – because why should you be able to protect yourself from cars? You roll your eyes, recalling your latest argument. You’ve chosen to tolerate his insistence for the sake of your friendship – not because you gave in to his unbearable persistence.

The sky is shrouded in thick clouds, completely obscuring the red sky and giving the afternoon a dusk-like appearance. As always, you and Alastor find yourselves wrapped up in a pleasant conversation, momentarily forgetting the ongoing competition for the title of ‘most chivalrous friend’ – or whatever that peculiar dynamic between you and him is.

Suddenly, a growl echoes in the distance, and a surprisingly chilly wind for Hell’s standards announces an impending downpour. You let out a sigh and tilt your head back to glance at the heavy clouds, bracing yourself for yet another discussion as you pull the umbrella from your purse. You don’t even open it yet, but you can already feel Alastor’s glare – somewhere between curiosity about your next move and a disapproving anticipation, as if he already knows what you’re about to do. Ignoring him, you reach to open the umbrella and casually hold it over both of you as you continue your walk. The rain hasn’t started pouring yet, but you’d rather shield yourself before the first drops of acid burn your scalp.

“My dear,” Alastor interrupts the silence, “I’d be more than happy to hold the umbrella for you.”

You turn your head to look at him. “Thanks, Alastor, but you don’t need to,” you reply casually, brushing aside the quick flash of offense in his gaze as it vanishes just as fast. He raises an eyebrow, and a deep sigh escapes his lips.

“Oh, darling, wouldn’t it be more reasonable for me to take it? I’m the taller one, after all,” he explains, though you suspect there’s more behind his intention than just the fact that you’re a whole foot shorter than him.

You laugh. “Don’t worry, I can do it, see?” You raise your arm a little higher than necessary to prove your point, though the posture is as uncomfortable as it looks. Still, you brush it off with a smile, feigning nonchalance.

Alastor raises an eyebrow, one of his ears twitching in irritation, but it’s so subtle you wouldn’t have noticed if you weren’t completely focused on him. “Please, just let me hold the umbrella.”

“Why?” you retort, taking a deep breath. “Is it about courtesy again?”

“It’s inappropriate for a man not to hold the umbrella when walking beside a woman,” he explains, his expression unwavering. Even though his voice carries a hint of irritation, it still drips with arrogance and his typical charm.

So, it really is about Courtesy again. Of course… you think, biting your lip to withhold a snarky comment. Then, suddenly, Alastor stops walking, and you follow suit.

You groan, turning to face him, annoyance palpable in your expression. “Come on, Alastor. It’s not that deep.”

“It is,” he quickly retorts, and you could swear he lifts his chin just a little higher, trying to look even more stoic.

You take a deep breath, savoring the smell of the impending rain, and glance at him for a brief moment. “Alastor,” you say firmly, “I’m not handing you this umbrella.”

His grin widens. “Well, in that case, I’ll just walk a few feet away so no one thinks I’m the kind of man who lets a lady carry the umbrella for me.” He steps aside, putting at least twelve feet between you.

You blink, irritated by his pettiness. “Are you serious right now?”

“I am,” he says, his tone unwavering.

You blink again, starting to wonder if you're dealing with the Radio Demon or an immature child. “You're impossible, you know that?”

“I’m well aware,” he replies, “but I’d rather let my skin burn than be seen as impolite in public.”

A heavy silence hangs between you until you shrug. “Okay.” You turn to continue your walk just as the first drops of rain hit the umbrella with a soft, warning plop. Glancing back at Alastor, you’re curious if he’ll actually stick to his stubborn resolve. Steam starts to rise from his head as the acid rain makes contact with his hair, but he remains in place, not moving an inch, but his grin strained, and the subtle twitch of his eye betrays him. Despite his best efforts to appear unfazed, you can see the discomfort starting to seep through his facade. It’s obvious it hurts, not only testing his pain tolerance but also marring his appearance.

You watch him in silence, concerned but saying nothing, waiting for him to give in like a mother silently making a point with her stubborn child.

A minute passes with no words exchanged, the acid drops already burning tiny holes in his suit.

Another minute passes, and the twitch of Alastor’s eye intensifies. His chest heaves as he battles the growing discomfort and the sting of the acid rain burning his skin. At last, he takes a deep breath, his resolve wavering, and finally, he breaks the silence, “Fine. But don’t think for a second you have the upper hand.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you reply, your voice dripping with sarcasm. You lift the umbrella higher, making room for Alastor to step under it. Your eyes scan him from head to toe—his skin is slightly red and irritated, and his once-pristine coat is now riddled with tiny holes. But instead of mentioning it, you keep quiet, simply linking your arm with his as you both continue walking. It’s clear, however, that Alastor is anything but relaxed.

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“My dear, could you please keep the umbrella up?” Alastor breaks the silence. You’ve been walking side by side for a few minutes, both lost in thought as the rain pours around you, drenching the streets with its dangerous moisture. Your arm has started to weaken; the uncomfortable posture strains your muscles as you force yourself to hold the umbrella high enough to shield Alastor’s much taller form. Unsuccessfully, it seems, since you’ve been repeatedly poking his head with the spokes, tangling them in his hair, or scratching the side of his face.

“Huh?” you retort, pulled from your thoughts. You glance at Alastor, noticing a pointy tip dangerously close to his face. “Oh, I’m sorry.” You raise your arm higher again, the burn in your muscles intensifying.

“You know, you could just hand me the umbrella. Then you wouldn’t have to worry about gouging out my eyes,” he suggests, already reaching out his hand to take the umbrella from your grasp, but you snatch it away.

“I am not handing you the umbrella, Alastor,” you repeat stubbornly, glaring up at him from the corner of your eye before returning your gaze to the sidewalk.

“Why can’t you just accept my courtesy? You’re clearly struggling to keep your arm up,” he points out.

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” He stops again, interrupting your walk for a second time. His arm slips from yours as he turns to face you completely, your chest almost brushing against his. You have to tilt your head back to meet his gaze.

“Darling, I can see it in your eyes that it hurts. Please, just hand me the umbrella, and you won’t have to struggle any longer.” He looks at you with genuine concern in his eyes, the grin on his face replaced by a soft, caring smile.

��Your heart skips a beat at the way he’s looking at you, all warmth and sincerity. For a brief moment, you consider accepting his offer, handing him the umbrella and pausing your competition with a temporary truce. But your mouth is quicker than your brain, and you respond with the same stubbornness as before, “No.”

Alastor lets out a deep sigh, his ears falling flat against his head for a quick moment before they perk up again and the both of you resume the walk.

He stops in his tracks once more, turning to you with a bemused expression. “Some might think you’re doing this on purpose.”

“I’m not,” you reply defensively, the irritation creeping into your voice.

“Then why do you keep poking me, despite insisting you’re not affected by holding your arm up this high?” His eyebrow raises in challenge, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Because I’m not!” you insist, even as the words leave your lips, the irony of your situation dawning on you. You struggle to maintain your composure, torn between stubbornness and the growing discomfort of your arm.

“And I’m the stubborn one here?” Alastor quips, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

You don’t respond. Instead, you let out a frustrated huff, adjusting your grip on the umbrella. “Come on now, Alastor. We need to return to the hotel.”

Just as you say this, the umbrella jabs him again, the spokes poking into his eyebrow, barely missing his eye. In an instant, he dissolves into shadow, leaving you standing alone in the middle of the street. The rain keeps pouring around you, and the umbrella feels empty now – a hollow shield against the weather that only amplifies your sudden loneliness.

You growl in frustration, muttering under your breath, “For fuck’s sake…”

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