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junghelioseok · 3 years

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made-up fic title: "battle of the smiles"

celebrate my 3 year anniversary with me by sending in a fake fic title?

tell me why my first thought when i saw this was dentist office pwp LMAO 😅 anyway, that’s not what i’m going to write, and the dentist’s office is one of the least sexy places i can think of, so..... let’s move on.

pairing: hoseok x reader x jimin wc: 1k warnings: angst (whoops!), unrequited love

Even when standing perfectly still, Jung Hoseok glows.

He’s impossible to miss, standing in the light-strung pavilion next to the dark-suited officiant. White chairs line either side of your path, verdant grass strewn freely with pastel flower petals in varying hues of pink and violet and yellow. They match the bouquet in your hands—your fingers gripping the ribbon-bound stems tight enough to snap a frond of bishop’s lace off the edge.

Don’t worry, your mother told you this morning, as she fussed over your veil and ensured the lace trimmed collar of your dress rested along your shoulders just right. It’s natural to be nervous, but the weather couldn’t be better today. And I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I caught a glimpse of your groom earlier, and—

You tuned her out after that. Your dress is too tight, and the lace scratches at your collarbones. Your throat is heavy with shined silver and glittering diamonds, the price of which could rival the GDP of a small country, and you swallow harshly at the thought. What you wouldn’t give to put that money to better use. What you wouldn’t give to be anywhere else right now. But the music is swelling, and your gaze automatically flits to the string quartet seated just to the left of the pavilion steps.

And in the next moment, all eyes are on you.

You should plaster on a smile. The small horde of photographers is going nuts—jostling each other out of the way as the bright flashes from their cameras nearly blind you with their intensity. It isn’t every day that the first and only daughter of the richest man in the city gets married, after all. You should smile, and stride down the aisle with all the poise and elegance that a decade and a half of etiquette classes taught you, and join your groom.

Unwillingly, you find yourself looking at Hoseok again. And then your gaze slides over to the man beside him, in front and just a bit to the left.

Park Jimin. Heir to the second-biggest corporate throne in the city, Hoseok’s best friend, and your husband-to-be.

There’s no doubt in your mind that Jimin is a good man. He’s blessed with the kind of face that angels could rhapsodize about, a striking jawline offset by pillow soft lips and eyes the color of molten honey. His generous charitable donations and weekends spent at the local soup kitchen are well and lovingly documented by the media. He tutored math and English during his undergraduate years at Princeton, and happily volunteered his time when you found yourself with a less than stellar score on your economics midterm freshman year. Through him, you managed to sail out of Econ 101 with a solid A-minus.

Through him, you met and fell in love with Jung Hoseok.

Jimin isn’t a stupid man. He knows you, and he knows Hoseok. He bore witness to your blossoming relationship during your sophomore year, and happily lent Hoseok his Maserati so he could take you somewhere nice to celebrate the end of final exams.

(”Just don’t fuck in it,” he’d told you before handing over the keys. “Please.” And you hadn’t, although you’d come pretty close when the night ended in a heated makeout session in the driver’s seat, your thighs spread on either side of Hoseok’s lap.)

But Hoseok, unlike you and Jimin, was only able to attend university on scholarship. Hoseok, unlike the two of you, came from nothing. It doesn’t matter that he founded his own startup after graduation, and has been steadily building his wealth ever since. It doesn’t matter that you still love him, and that he still loves you. Duty takes precedence over desire. For people like you—people in the upper echelons of society—it has and always will.

(”You’ve heard the news, I assume.” Jimin answers the door in baggy sweatpants and a cozy gray cardigan, and you can only nod. You’ve been to Jimin’s penthouse apartment many times, but without the company of your now-ex-boyfriend, you falter on the threshold. And Jimin—kind, sweet, angel-faced Jimin—understands. He sighs heavily, his shoulders drooping. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I tried to talk to them, but they wouldn’t listen. There’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”)

Somehow, without even realizing it, your feet have carried you down the aisle and up the pavilion steps. You take your position beside Jimin—a position that has been chosen for you by people with much more power than you—and do your best to look like a happy bride on her wedding day. You stretch your lips up at the corners, and try not to break any more stems in your bouquet. Jimin takes ahold of your hand, and you let him. He can’t quite look you in the eye, so you settle for looking at his left ear—taking in the way the dangling silver chain hanging there glints in the light.

And then your gaze slides past that, and settles on your ex-boyfriend.

Hoseok looks sharp in his tailored black suit. A lavender tie sits at his throat, the silky material the same shade as the sprigs of lavender tucked into your bouquet, and your fingers itch to straighten the slightly crooked knot. Your eyes meet, and he smiles. He smiles, because that’s what you do at weddings. But the sunshine that usually beams at you from between his teeth—that usually radiates from his every pore—is dim and distant.

“We are gathered here today, to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony,” the officiant begins. “If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together—let them speak now or forever hold their peace.”

Jimin squeezes your hand—a silent apology. I’m sorry.

Over his shoulder, Hoseok’s smile grows—every centimeter forced and plastered across his face like a grimace.

I love you. And I’m sorry, too.

#jimin #hobi #bts scenarios #ask lia #answered #3yearasks #jinpanman #idk why this turned into angst i'm so sorry lol

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authenticaussie · 5 years

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Hmm... 18 (soul eater au), 52 (roommate), 42 (marvel), 98 (leverage), and or 14 (lantern lights)

babe……….you’re my Favourite™

also, under a readmore because this got LONG as SHIT

8. Soul Eater au

the soul eater au is really scattered because my wifi sucked on that particular day and I was posting it in the mas chat (sunshinepunks) BUT the basis is weapons ace & sabo and meister Marco. It’s a lot of “dumbasses refuse to accept New Friends (because TraumaTM)” and Ace/Sabo being dicks to Marco because he refuses to give up on them. (ahhh my favourite dynamic //swoons)

Part of the plot - my favourite part of the plot - is that Sabo spends a lot of time spying on Marco to try and catch him out as Secretly A Dick and Manipulating Them, and ends up finding out that Marco really really cares about him and Ace? And the way to Sabo’s heart is thrrrroooough his besssstieeeee lmao. So Sabo ends up crushin’ hard first, but then SPYING BACKFIRES and paranoia kicks his butt and he Feels Bad because he was ONLY MEANT TO TRUST ACE and Marco HURT HIS FEELINGS (sabo you moron it’s your own fault). Anyway Ace and Marco pair up to try and make Sabo feel better and it drives Sabo even Nuttier until there is battle couple stuff and a mid-fight Feelings Fight and then a confession and then they become the DMCA power couple. Ta-da!

Ace was a pipe and Sabo was a knife! Or…..you know, something in that realm pft. Basically hitty-stick and stabby-stabby, because you could make a) an argument for their personalities Being Like That (ace is blunt and strong and easy to just hit with but if you’re clever about it he’s awesome, and has the reach to be a longer weapon, sabo is more…well a knife can be used for a lot but also it’s very….vicious. There is very little you can do to Incapacitate with a knife that is not Wow Stabbed. Which I feel is very Sabo, he’s kinda…harsh??? in his way of handling battle, I think.) and b) because in canon, Sabo’s weapon is a pipe and Ace has that knife, and I thought it’d be cool to match that.

42. New Roommate Wanted

an OC-based commission!! James moves in with a shape-shifting thief and her GF and accidentally Falls In Love snickers

It is………..I wrote it a while ago so you can definitely see the self-projection of “I want cute rich gfs to love and adore me so I don’t have to stress about a job”

52. 5+1 Marvel AU

in the actual word document the title is “If you’re broken I will mend you” (Or 5 Times Sabo was There for his Team (and one time histeam was there for him). Sabo is Coulson and Marco is Hawkeye and Ace is a Black Widow (codename: Redback). It fluctuates between sorta implying MAS (but with a definite focus on Marco/Ace) and Coby/Sabo mainly because I made Coby Captain America (YOU CAN’T!!! ARGUE!!! WITH ME!!! HE IS!!!! PERFECT!!! AS CAP!!!) and I love fics that have the lowkey “Coulson has a fanboy crush on Cap.” lol.

(also coby/sabo is. fun? crackship but So Fun.)

Here’s the shortest one haha

It takes about five minutes after the comms. go silent forSabo to know that something is wrong, and two minutes afterwards to gear up.

It takes him approximately four seconds to tear through the people trying to keep him from helping Ace and Marco.

(It takes two weeks for them to heal, no matter how fastSabo was, and a month for Sabo to get off desk duty, but Ace and Marco refuseto do missions when he’s not their handler. They refuse to do anything thatinvolves leaving his side until after he assures them he’s fine, and that hewasn’t just a S.H.I.E.L.D agent because he had a pretty face - though that hadprompted an argument about Sabo’s ‘pretty face’ that he’d had to steadfastlyignore.)

88. LEVERAGE AU MOTHERFUCKER

THIEVES! CON ARTISTS! So this one is actually three different aus in one file - there’s a “MAS but as Leverage” and it starts out as “Ace and Sabo who fill in Every Job They Can (but their specialties are Ace = grifter/hacker and Sabo = hitter/thief and I have reasons, okay) and then they try and run a con on Marco but he’s like Um Excuse Me? And then he gets dragged into their Bullshit snickers. Oh ALSO they ONE THOUSAND PERCENT do not realise they are Madly In Love With Him (but he does. And he’s trying to be patient. But also. Dying. Because wow it’s kinda awkward being in love with. two daredevil thieves)

The second one in the doc is the Leverage trio in the OP world, ‘cause duh, and Parker starts off like…trying to steal kids from being SMILE experiments? and hires Eliot and Hardison to help her. Um I think I wanted to give Hardison a DF?? But I had a whole list: there was altering people’s sight/perceptions, being able to edit vision/specifics of reality in lines of like, code?? (aka he could do Little Changes but they could affect Big Things, a butterfly effect sort of DF). A lot of them were trying to give him a way to…manipulate stuff in a world where tech wasn’t as big a thing.

And the third one is ASL leverage! Marco still gets dragged into the disaster but it’s more found family stuff.

14. Lantern Lights

Lantern Lights is technically posted [here] under “all the light we cannot hold” BUT I have MORE. I wanted to make it longer when I originally posted it - mainly because Lea asked for angst - but I ended up running out of time (I am………so bad at deadlines, jfc). Plus, with all the things I wanted to include it honestly would’ve turned into something RIDICULOUSLY long and I was already pushing 5k when gifts were a minimum of 1k.

This was the original start / end bracketing.

START:

HiAce.

Hispencil hesitated above the empty page, only a single lead smudge marring theotherwise blank paper, and Sabo sighed softly. Eraser nub ticking against thedesk, he bit his lower lip and tried to think of what else to write. He had somuch to say – about Marco, and the Whitebeards, and about the new friends he’dslowly been making, like Koala and Hack and even the standoffish, arrogant Law,but it’d been so long since he sat down to write Ace a letter that the wordsseemed to have vanished.

Hi Ace, heread, as though the greeting would organise what he wanted to say intoneat lines for him to write. He heaved another sigh, resting his chin in hispalm. Casting his eyes up to the window above his desk he watched as theburning dusk faded into twilight blue and the stars began to shine, silverglints of light that were mirrored by the compound’s lanterns flaring to life.The gleamed against the darkness and Sabo couldn’t help but be reminded ofAce’s fire. How it glowed beneath his skin, lighting him bright red in fury orembarrassment or glorious gold in his joy. Sometimes Sabo couldn’t help butwish – but hope – that Ace was still burning, somewhere out there. In the sky,with the stars-

Hecouldn’t help but selfishly hope that Ace had given part of his fire to Sabo’sheart, to burn within him.

Sabogrowled, burying his face in his hands to try and stop the subtle sting formingin his eyes. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that so many simple things couldremind him of Ace, that undeniable frustration at his uselessness still restedheavy in his every thought, that the feelings he wanted to put to paper wereimpossible to articulate.

Thesharp tip of his pencil cracked as he pressed it into the paper, and the threewords he wrote turned from his usual neat cursive into a jagged scrawl.

I miss you.

END:

-Marco thinks that ouranniversary is the battle, but I don’t like it there. Besides, having ouranniversary on your birthday? You’d expect double gifts, and we can’t havethat.

Sabo’slips quirked into a bitter smile, his eyes drawn up to the small gift stillwrapped on his desk, bow deflated from his constant touches but nonethelessstill stubbornly holding onto the silver wrapping. He’d never had a chance togive Ace his birthday gift, and was sure that Ace wouldn’t have expected it.Would he have even been given gifts, when he’d been kept on the candle wick? Orwould the gift have been an extra moment of freedom, so painfully perfect in its rarity?

Pullinghis hair away from his face, Sabo gently bit his lip and scanned what he’dalready written, trying to figure out what else to say. His fringe curled infront of his eyes when he took up his pen again, but he barely paid attentionto the soft brush of hair against his scar tissue. Two years of having them hadgotten him used to his limited vision and things in front of his face that hecouldn’t see.

He’d never seen Ace’sflustered thoughts, nor known what each fleeting touch had meant until it had beenfar too late, and couldn’t help but wonder just how blind he’d been back then.

Did I tell you thatMarco finally stopped being chickenshit and used the word ‘boyfriend’? I feellike that counts more as our anniversary than the battle, especially consideringI wasn’t much better about speaking up about “feelings” after you left. Twomonths of not talking over the topic because one third of the topic up and-

It’s pretty stupid ofus, huh?

I mean, you werepretty fucking stupid when you-

Sabocrossed out the last few words with two strokes of thick black ink, his teethgrit in a way that made his head pound.

Regardless, everythingis going fine, now. I’m sure you’d be happy to know that Marco and I havegotten past awkwardly refusing to admit to holding hands and have nowprogressed to awkwardly kissing each other on the cheek (and then refusing toadmit to it, of course. Got to keep consistency). You’d think that as someoneso attention-starved I’d be better at this, but it always feels…not wrong, persay, but, like something is missing because you’re not here.

You’re a dick forthat, Ace.

Anyway, this will bemy last letter for a while. I’m sorry it’s short, but I’m already running late;Koala and I are set to sail with the afternoon tide, for Flevance, and Marco isgoing troll hunting. Whitebeard heard there was trouble with the gnomes in thefar north mountains, so he’s going to check them out and I want to say goodbyebefore we part ways.

As always;

With love, Sabo.

#marcoacesabo #ask meme #tag games #wip meme #wip list #12freddofrogs #ask aussie #bip bop nari drops #I feel like I should have put a limit on what I'd post in the whole 'snippet' section pft #I have NO!!!! self control!!!!#maracebo

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justlikeeddie · 5 years

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black sails fic recs

I have got and continue to get so much enjoyment out of Black Sails and its fandom! It's so nice that this anniversary week of posts has made me realise it is two years since my dash was abruptly filled with people having full breakdowns over the S4 finale, and I was like, “man, I don’t know why this field of corn or whatever is so important, but I guess I should watch this show and find out”. And I did. AND IT WAS.

I don’t know how to make gifsets bcos I am an idiot, but luckily for this fan content Friday thing I CAN post a non-exhaustive list of fics in this fandom that I am absolutely obsessed with. You’re welcome!!!

Unaccommodated Man, The Peaceable Kingdom, and Congress by kvikindi / @septembriseur

James/Thomas, post-series

James looks at him, searching, and Thomas fears he will recognise that Thomas is not really Thomas, not quite Thomas, not the Thomas he had been, and so he says, “I have gone a little mad in this world without you, but now that you are here—” And James makes a sound, a sobbing, laughing sound, and crushes Thomas to him once more.

Like...obvs. This is one of the best series of stories I have read in any fandom, or, actually, that I have read in any context. Both on a macro level - with unbelievable fluency, this series encompasses trauma, recovery, intimacy, forgiveness, literature, the conception of madness, agriculture, 18th-century Native American tribal language, etc, etc - and a micro level, in which not a single word is wasted, and not a single sentence is unworthy of being read three or four times. Anyway. I have re-read all of these stories multiple times and Congress more times than I would admit to if I actually knew.

consider them both, the sea and the land by youremyqueen / @deathnoting

Flint/Silver, post-S3

Flint frowns, stiff and unbending, and leans down just a tad so that he is looking John directly in his eyes. If he’s uncomfortable with their proximity, he doesn’t let it show.

“Remember when you told me,” he grits slowly, each word weighted with emphasis, “that you had discovered the pleasure of being both loved and feared? Is that what you would like from me? It is not enough that you have earned my respect, my friendship. You would now like for me to be frightened of you as well?” His nostrils flare, his rage is quiet. “I am not one of your men.”

John can feel the words on his face and he bears them without flinching, says only, “And I am not one of yours.”

Flint’s brow twitches, and he moves a hair closer, disgustingly close, warm and sour with the smell of whiskey, a solid and immovable blockade between John and what he wants. And he says to him, of all the unbearable things, “Isn’t that exactly what you are?”

THIS IS LITERALLY THE FIC THAT CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT FLINT/SILVER. For like three whole series I just didn’t Get It. And then I read this and was like.....oh.....I Get It. It’s a weapon. Their attraction to each other is a weapon. And sometimes they like using it and sometimes they don’t. And I have never, my friends, looked back

and into what it will be changed by @sea-changed

James/Thomas/Miranda, pre-series

"The Hartfords left for the country last week," Miranda says; "they've merely invited us to view the painting. They cannot resist showing off, even in absentia." She and Thomas share a look, smirking at each other as if sharing an old joke. Then she looks back at James, and her mouth quirks up at him. "So you needn't worry about their judgement."

James considers protesting that that wasn't, exactly, what he was worried about, though upon second thought he wonders if it truly wasn't. "That's very kind," he says, hesitating.

"Is it?" Miranda asks, almost absently. "We do not invite you along as a kindness, Lieutenant; I believe I speak for both Thomas and I when I say we rather enjoy your company."

James feels his face heat, not unpleasantly, and he looks down at the carpet. Miranda is usually soft and kind, but occasionally she does this, speaks plain and pointed. She and Thomas both do this, push and keep pushing: Thomas seems to do so with curiosity, prodding until he finds something interesting, but Miranda does it as if she had already found the spot she wishes to target, and goes after it relentlessly. James thinks suddenly, and unexpectedly, that she would not make a bad Naval commander.

THIS IS LITERALLY THE FIC THAT CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT JAMES/THOMAS/MIRANDA. I used to be weirdly militant in the belief that James’s affairs with the Hamiltons only made sense if they were two separate affairs that didn’t even really overlap. And then I read this and was like....right okay....if they DID have a threesome it would have been like this

There’s Plenty of Men to Die by @autoeuphoric

Flint/Silver, post-S3

The five of them share a glance, passing it around the table, man to man. Flint’s mouth twitches and Madi laughs shortly. “I would wager every man here fancies themselves in charge. This is a meeting of chieftains. I say let it remain so.”

“Although…” Silver says slowly, pulling the others’ attention on to him. Flint’s eyes flick his way, and to his horror he realizes he has nothing else to say. No point, no segue, no plan for a redirection of the conversation. He had simply wanted Flint to look at him. A fierce longing for the days when it was just the two of them fills him, laying their plans together, even though the threat of sudden and nonnegotiable execution was much higher. But he knew where he stood. Here, there are complications. Confusions.

This is just a tiny little snatch of a scene but every beat of it is perfect! Silver navigating his obsession with Flint, in the midst of everybody navigating their new relationships with each other in the new fragile and tentative anti-colonial alliance.

a question of needs (and not rosary beads) by @seventymilestobabylon

James/Thomas, pre-series

Still: James wants to talk. If Thomas means this to be—what it is, what it clearly is, then he should have the fucking decency to say something about it. He also, and intensely, wants the whole business to be transacted without any conversation, but he knows better than to hope for that. Thomas is not capable of it, that implicit understanding. Even when he kissed James—

Thomas’s thumb very light at the hinge of his jaw. He felt a thrill like fear, when it happened.

Even then, Thomas said, “All right?” when it was over, and would have said more, except that James nodded mutely, minutely, and stammered something incoherent that required his presence elsewhere. Thomas and Miranda both looked hideously understanding about it, and James considered—as he walked home through ill-lit streets and inhaled familiar smells of smoke and fish and tar and shit—simply climbing aboard one of the ships in harbor and never returning to London.

This is one of the few pre-series fics I’ve read that really digs into James and Thomas’s incompatibilities and differences and misunderstandings - and sets them against how badly they want each other, and want to understand each other, nonetheless. Don’t get me wrong, obviously 1705 is The Only Time James McGraw Was Ever Allowed To Be Happy (tm), and I’m extremely into reading about him and Thomas making each other happy! But also - it’s so interesting to explore James being so frightened of how he feels about Thomas that he can be unkind to him, and Thomas being so immersed in how he feels about James that he can be complacent and sometimes a little thoughtless about it. And this pulls all of those things apart so well.

you and i survived by youremyqueen / @deathnoting

Anne/Jack, Vane/Jack, pre-series

“She’s not mine. That isn’t—we aren’t—I mean to say, do you actually understand what love is, Captain?”

“Love is possession,” Vane tells him, with his usual unselfconscious melodrama. “Not only of women by men, but of men by women. The point of owning a woman is to see to it that she doesn’t own you.” He speaks as if he’s explaining some very basic and widely known conceit.

Jack winces. “What a viciously horrible perception.”

Vane rolls his eyes. “Christ’s sake. Don’t you ever get tired of acting like a fucking woman?”

“Don’t you ever get tired of acting like a fucking man?”

And couldn’t they unpack that remark for days?

The extremely funny author’s note “if someone had told me two months ago that i would write a fic that featured charles ‘only straight person in nassau’ vane as a main character, i would not have believed them” is also a summary of how I feel about this fic. WHO KNEW that on top of every other fucking thing I have to care about in this fandom, I also care a LOT about Jack and Anne and Charles fuckin Vane! A principled, terrifying, Aslan-transfigured-into-a-human nightmare of a man! This fic is so excellent and does such justice to all of them. Their triumvirate gets kind of supplanted by the Max-Anne-Jack situation from S2 onwards, and I always forget how nuanced and odd and interesting this three-way dynamic is when we first meet them. This story does such a good job at trying to explain what the fuck that dynamic is.

Katabasis by unheroics

James/Thomas, pre-series, canon-divergent AU

There were Flint’s men, one leaving the cabin, another ransacking a chest for treasures, another still turning to speak to Randall; the words exchanged escaped Flint, as all else did, once his gaze fell to the Englishman.

He knelt barefoot on the deck, and wore the undyed, colourless linen of prison or asylum garments. For a precarious second Flint could only think that his hands had had nary a mark upon them, five years ago, and now were as scarred as those of a gamekeeper or veneur. He looked nothing like the man whose presence haunted Flint’s dreams, always at the corner of the vision, always cold to the touch and bleeding from the eyes and mouth.

In all his careful planning, and all his mirthless revenge, Flint had never thought to anticipate a variable in place of a set value. The presence of other men about was like an anchor at his feet, dragging him underwater, but it was Alfred Hamilton’s blood on his hands that kept him immobile.

“Will you kill me?” said Thomas Hamilton, in a voice harsh from paregoric. His tone had a note of morbid, queer hope. “I could pay.”

To spare you, or kill you? It was excruciating to wonder.

One of the very first James/Thomas fics I read! And certainly one of the first fics I read that started to probe and pull apart the McGraw-Flint dichotomy, by literally dropping Thomas right in the middle of it. And while the actual end of S4 is, obviously, the greatest and most narratively and emotionally satisfying thing that has ever happened on television, and you can quote me on that - one thing we do never get in canon is Thomas in Nassau, and I love getting to read that here.

#bsaaw #black sails #fic #flinthamilton #silverflint #one million emotions about one million different characters #did you mean: black sails

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bumblecrumble · 5 years

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FUCKING FOOD POISONING

Ironically enough, i got food poisoning.

Let me set the scene-

On saterday it was mine and my boyfriends 1 year anniversary. We went out to a sushi place (super fancy) and ordered ONLY COOKED FOOD.

We only ate the appetizers and took the rest to go.

I fell asleep and woke up to nauseousa.

Thats normal for me, i feel nauseous often. But this wasent like all the normal times.

I puked (gros) and to my horror realized the food i had eaten three hours earlier had already digested.

This began my personal hell.

I got in the shower because i physically could not control which end of me was exploding.

I tried to drink water, but it came right back up.

Oh hell nah.

I was finally like “take me to the hospital”.

I am dealthy afraid of hospitals (being a patient) so you have to understand the level of done i was with this.

My step dad was all like “what do you think they are gonna do for you there? All the are gonna do is prescribe *insert medicine* and send you home. Just drink water and wait for it to pass”

And i was like

“I cant keep water down so- if this continues for three days i could die”

Finally my mom took me. My step dad did not come.

To be honest- that shit hurt my feelings. I was legit feeling like i was going to die, and going to a place im scared of and he didnt come? That stung.

My mom was PISSED at that.

So anyway, we get to the emergency room, and my mom parks the car while i get out in raggity ass clothes. The security woman looks at me and is like “you wanna see a doctor?” And i immediately started crying. I go through to the nurses desk and im crying, apologizing about it. They ask me questions about whats wrong, who am i, and i answer the best i can. Mom comes and pretty soon we are put in an examination room with a puke bag. We wait for about 30 minutes, and in that time i go to the bathroom like 10 times. Finally she *angel* doctor looks at me. Says the words “food poisoning” and im moved to a patient bed.

Meanwhile, my mom is texting my worry-too-much boyfriend while he is at work telling him where i am. My friend Rachel comes over to visit, and now im puking my lungs out. Like falling off the bed puking my lungs out.

And this whole time im trying to be nice and funny to the hospital staff, because its a Saterday night and im gross. The guy who does my iv is funny, and we chat a bit. That shit FOOKING HURT THO. Becaude my veins are small and so he had to go really slow.

So while he is doing this, i begin to puke, and guess what? I shit the bed!

I! SHIT! THE! FUCKING! BED!

So im like “hey guy, can you get me a nurse please? Preferably female?”

And he is like “yep”

And then my nurse walks in, the one to administer my meds, a stout black man. And he is like “if you want i can find a female to do your meds” and im like

Nooooooooo

He thinks i think that he isnt good at nursing because he is a guy!!

Im like “no its okay you are fine i just need a female nurse for um, lady problems.”

He does my meds. Two injections via iv for naseua and diarrhea, my iv bad to rehydrate me, and then a shot for andomitable cramping.

By that point i am sailing im so happy. Life is good and i have meds. To be continued...

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atlantic-riona · 6 years

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All of the asks for the Raven!!!!! Because I love him!!!

I’m so happy you love him, because I do too! and this was a lot of fun to write, especially because talking about Bran inevitably leads to me poking fun at him XD

Their age? Bran is 19

Their sexuality/sexual preference? straight

Any siblings/Only child? MANY SIBLINGS--there’s his twin sister, Cait, and then there’s Gwydion, Alasdair, Art, and finally Conor (going from oldest to youngest)

Their favorite season? he's never been able to decide, so it varies from season to season

Who were/are their parents/guardians? THIS IS SPOILERS TERRITORY but I can tell you that his mother was named Ailbhe and his father was named Ler; Ailbhe was a soldier in the Imperial army like Cait and Ler was a sailor

Their gender? male

Their date of birth? goodness, I don’t know...*consults timeline* gonna have to say probably sometime in early spring, and for specifics...let’s say March 11

What clothing style? clothes (jk he usually wears loose tunics and loose ankle-length breeches. sometimes he wears a vest with it but he always leaves it open because he hates feeling constricted. he honestly Does Not Care what he looks like; which his brothers hate because he usually ends up Looking Good anyway)

What is their favorite food after a break-up? apple pie

Their favorite thing to do after a break-up? brood in the corner and convince himself that it was his fault

What happens in the ‘honeymoon phase’ for this character? he would probably spend a lot of time teasing her and generally be overjoyed to be around her

How many serious relationships have they been in? one so far, with Marian

What is their nationality? Falian

What languages do they speak? he speaks Falian, Vala (the language of the Valavir), and a few others (that I haven’t figured out the names for yet)

What is their profession/Education? he is a former mercenary and wants to become a healer. he’s completely self-taught in everything, but is just as educated as anyone who’s gone to university

Their favorite comfort food? apple pie

What’s a food they hate? vegetables in general, but he can never admit it, because then all his younger siblings would have an excuse to not eat their vegetables

Their music taste? it would probably range between traditional Irish and Scottish music and the more modern Gaelic-inspired music (am I saying that Bran would listen to Celtic rock? ABSOLUTELY)

Is there a story behind their name/meaning? ehehe...yes. a long one. because I put a ton of time into finding the right names for any of my characters, and this involves a lot of research, so apologies for the info dump in advance! the name Bran has mythological connotations--there are characters in both Welsh and Irish mythology with the name (Bran the Blessed and Bran mac Febail). also I knew my Bran’s father was a seafarer so I wanted a first or last name that referenced the sea or sailing in some way. In Welsh mythology, Bran the Blessed is brother to Manawydan fab Llŷr, and in Irish mythology, Bran mac Febail goes on a long sea voyage and meets Manannán mac Lir, an Irish god of the sea. Both Manannán mac Lirand Manawydan fab Llŷrare thought to be connected (possibly descended from an earlier, shared god), and in fact, both their last names mean “son of the sea” or “son of Llŷr/Ler.” in Irish mythology, Ler is hypothesized to be an earlier god of the sea who Manannán eventually replaced (it’s not exactly the same for Manawydan fab Llŷr). so Bran’s (my character, not the mythological versions) father got named Ler to reference the sea, and also because I thought it was a cool name. in addition, the name Bran means “raven” (which isn’t why he got named “the Raven,” that came later) and the raven in Celtic tradition represented war, death, and prophetic knowledge/omens (usually of death). it could also be used for someone who had raven-dark hair. so basically, since my character was someone with dark hair like a raven, spent much of his time on a battlefield, and had connections to the sea in the form of his father, it fit perfectly. (later, when I was looking for a sort of folklore sounding title/epithet, “the Raven” seemed to fit because of the connotations mentioned previously, and it was only after I started using it that I remembered his real name already meant “raven.” so his name is either “raven” or Raven XD)

Something they do that seems childish to others? sometimes he sulks up in a tree or in another high place. which, in his mind, is considered “serious contemplation,” but the rest of his siblings just call it “pouting”

What is their all-time favorite TV show? he would probably enjoy shows that were about families and had a sense of humor, maybe like Republic of Doyle (alternatively, he’d enjoy cartoons like Batman: the Animated Series)

What is their all-time favorite movie? Bran would probably enjoy Lord of the Rings a lot, now that I think about it

How big is their family? just the six siblings (for now...)

Are they close to anyone specific in the family? he shares everything with Cait, because they’re the oldest siblings and he trusts her more than anyone, but he’s also very close to Alasdair, because they have shared interests and temperaments

Have they got any allergies? yes, to people who are named Ferhon or Lucan

Are they an emotional person? he tends to put everybody else’s needs before his, so he bottles up any emotions that are not helpful for the people around him (which doesn’t always work out well for him)

Do they get angry/lose their temper quickly? no, any anger usually builds up really slowly and then BOOM one day he loses his temper and that’s that

What are some of their guilty pleasures? reading, apple pie, lying/sitting down doing nothing

Do they have pets? Do they want pets? he has a pet! (sort of) Marian gave Alasdair a puppy, who has since become the family dog

Do they like kids? Do they want kids/have kids? he loves kids and wants to have lots of them someday

Who’s cuddle buddy are they? there is no specific cuddle buddy really--all the sibs sort of pile up on top of each other if they’re relaxing or something

Do they have any tattoos? no

Do they have any piercings? nope

What is their hair colour? Is it their natural colour? wavy black, and it is naturally so

Do they like musicals? would probably not really mind them, as long as he isn’t forced to sit through one

Do they like marmite? I’m not sure, because I’ve never had it myself :)

Do they like glitter? probably not

Do they believe in the supernatural? yes (he IS the supernatural, to be fair)

Have they ever seen a dead body? TOO MANY

Have they ever had a near-death experience? ALSO TOO MANY

Have they ever broken a bone? you know what, yes. going to make it canon now.

What are they like when they’re drunk/what kind of drunk are they? it’s a 50/50 chance if he’ll be mopey or ready to start a fight

Have they ever drunk underage? there is no drinking age, so no

What is the first thing they do when they wake up? make breakfast for everybody

Do they consider themselves popular? that would require having more than a few friends (also he’s CERTAINLY not popular with the Empire at the moment)

How do they like their tea/coffee? I have to confess something: most of my characters drink tea, but I Do Not like tea and so have no idea of the Nuances of it. so...I don’t know

What do they smell like? woodsmoke and pine, also various herbs if he’s been working

Are they a virgin? yes

Do they wear glasses/contacts? no; he has excellent eyesight anyway

Are they good at remembering significant dates? Anniversaries, birthdays etc? once in a blue moon (and by that I mean he totally asked Art to remind him if something really important comes up since Art’s the only one in the family who bothers to keep track of the dates)

thanks! :)

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7/7/17

While the last few years of Warped Tour have, to varying degrees, seemed to course-correct the festival’s reputation for chasing the latest trends, 2017 may have hit a high water mark. While different regions had some bands jump on and off (West = Goldfinger, Midwest = The Suicide Machines, for examples), Camden’s lineup was certainly packed with a load of heavy-hitters. There was some of the expected fare for the younger crowd (Attila, New Years Day, Beartooth and personal favorite Dance Gavin Dance, among many others) but veteran acts may have outnumbered the newer ones, which is a shocking change.

Having different experiences at the show, we decided to share both JJ and Henry’s experiences here. Sometimes they’ve crossed streams, and sometimes they were at different parts of the venue.

JJ: On a side note, this was my first time seeing the event at this location as Scranton is my usual location of choice. While that location has its advantages (my familiarity with the layout, easy and free parking, short lines to get in, and just a generally laid-back experience) this location had its own appeal. After getting the layout figured out (which did take a little while), the navigation here was easier than Scranton as stages were less spaced apart.

Henry: I’ve been to Camden a number of times. In fact, the first few Warped Tours were held at the parking lot of what was Wachovia Spectrum. I think they moved it to Camden back in ’97-’98 and have been setting up here ever since.

JJ: Anyway, after figuring out where the Hard Rock Stage was, I knew it was where I was going to largely camp out. I made it into the venue in time to see Bad Cop/Bad Cop, one of the bands I was most excited to see, take the stage. They plowed through their set which had a ton of new material from their just-released album Warriors. The new material really blended nicely with their older songs and, if anything, upped the intensity. If you didn’t pick up the CD at their merch tent for only $5, it’s time to start kicking yourself. As good as they are musically, they are even better as people.

Henry: Bad Cop/ Bad Cop was a band I definitely wanted to see. I’ve become a fan ever since seeing them play with Masked Intruder on the 25th Anniversary Fat Wreck Tour. I’ve even forced a few of my friends to watch their set and they loved every second of it!

Henry: I headed out towards the Mutant North Stage to check out Silent Planet. They’ve been a band that has played a bunch of shows here locally for years but for every chance they were in town, I’d end up missing their sets. I was happy to see that they’ve blown up over the last few years.

JJ: I wandered inside to the Skullcandy stage to see War On Women as they shouted their message of equality and making concerts safe spaces for everyone. This was followed by Save Ferris next door at the Journey’s Right Foot Stage (the stage placement is one bone I have to pick with this venue). Anyway, SF put on a tight, energetic performance that made everyone in the crowd move even if a lot of them weren’t even alive during the band’s initial run. Now THAT is how you come back bigger than ever. This seemed to an even peppier show than when I saw them in a club earlier in the year. After they finished, I had enough time to get my bearings and plan my next move which was right back to the Hard Rock Stage for….

Municipal Waste! I had never seen them before but it was everything I hoped for with maybe 15 songs being played in 25 minutes. You really get your money’s worth with them. It was nice to see drum-deity Dave Witte in person. A recent addition on second guitar, Nick Poulos really bolstered their attack and maybe it was because I was closer to his side of the stage, but his leads really were highlights of the set. It didn’t hurt that I was able give him a thumbs up and a fist bump later.

Henry: Inside, to tried to cover Memphis May Fire. Literally ever since they’ve been appearing at Warped Tour, for some reason, they always end up playing inside. I hate shooting inside. It’s dark. Very dark.

After a few feeble attempts, I gave up and decided to try and catch The Ataris on the Hard Rock Stage.

Henry: It’s been ages since I’ve seen The Ataris live let alone listen to any releases beyond ‘So Long Astoria’ (sorry, ‘Welcome the Night’ just never did it for me.) The band had just released a new record and is selling it at Bad Cop/ Bad Cop’s tent. No doubt was I curious. One of the highlights of their set was when they finished with the Don Henley cover of “Boys of Summer” and they replaced the line “Out on the road today I saw a Black Flag sticker on a Cadillac” with “…Dickeys sticker on a Cadillac” in reference to the band that stirred up controversy earlier on the tour.

Henry: The entire point of Warped Tour is to check out the bands that you’ve never heard of. Going with that notion in mind, I decided to run back inside to check out a Manchester, UK band that was pitched to me called Sonic Boom Six. They had an upbeat ska sound that you can totally skank to (do people even know what “skank” even means anymore!?)

JJ: After walking around some more, I came back to the Hard Rock Stage to see Sick of It All and….wow. Being familiar with their recorded material forever but never seeing them, these guys may have won the MVP award for the day. Despite being in the game over thirty years, their energy is beyond compare. They have a tight, loud, massive sound live that the early records, for all of the quality of many songs, don’t really capture. It’s hard to imaging them being able to keep that intensity up for an hour, but maybe they can or maybe they just go all out and make the most of their 25 minutes. No matter what, it was impressive and I got to shake frontman Lou Koller’s hand afterward and express my gratitude.

Henry: I’ve been a huge Sick of it All fan ever since I picked up a copy of ‘Scratch the surface.’ It’s weird to think that I was 13yrs old when I bought that. But music has been a rather huge part of my life. The last time I saw them live was literally 20yrs ago at Warped Tour 1997.

Henry: While walking around, I noticed my friend Sean up on the Full Sail University Stage with Courage My Love. I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been clueless to the fact that I’ve been conversing with Mercedes Arn-Horn off and on in FB comment threads for a while now. I’ve always just figured she was a friend-of-a-friend amongst my other music industry friends. It was actually rather cathartic to see her on stage performing with her band since I only knew her from chat threads.

JJ: I ventured over to the Journey’s Left Foot Stage (see what I mean about the layout?!) to see CKY. They are local favorites and the entire Margera family came out to introduce the band. After watching them on TV for years, it was a little bit of a thrill. Bam even came out late in the set to sing a G.G. Allen song. The real story is how the band has recalibrated with the departure of frontman Deron Miller. It’s Chad Ginsberg’s voice at the forefront and…the approach is different. Instead of Deron’s smooth croon, Chad has the vocal approach of a stoner-rock dude who just rode into town and is looking for a fight. After a few spins, the new album The Phoenix is a short and sweet tour of a lot of what the band does just with a slightly different approach. They only played one track off of that “Replaceable” but mostly stuck to tracks from Vol. 1 and Infiltrate. Destroy. Rebuild. Everything was enjoyable and the crowd was into it but the performance seemed a little listless. The band and their layers of sounds are probably best-suited to an intimate club.

Henry: I killed a little bit of time right after CYK. I needed to reorganize myself after all the running around I’ve done. I managed to catch up with a few tour friends along the way. Most were complaining about their lack of sleep (something I knew too well after my short stint a few years back). I caught New Years Day‘s performance over at the Journey’s Left Foot Stage. It’s funny. I can recall a time before they became a household name, when the band would hang out in the press area simply out of boredom and would sit-in during interviews.

JJ: More wandering ensued before circling back to the Hard Rock Stage for the Adolescents. Even though they’ve been at it longer than I have been alive and influenced even the mighty Bad Religion, they were still sharp live. Sure, it’s basically Tony and Steve bolstered by some younger musicians, but those two were always the engine of the band anyway. They had a great new album last year (Manifest Density) and showed that they can keep going as long as they want.

Henry: The Adolescents were one of those bands I didn’t bother photographing. I just wanted to be able to stand back and enjoy their set. I think the only song any of the younger crowds recognized was “Amoeba” made famous by Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 3 game that we all obsessed over.

Henry: Back inside, one of the acts I was looking very forward to was William Control. I’ve seen him perform a number of times and in different configurations. Starting off with “Monster” and “Kiss the Girl”, he addressed the crowd “I know a band with synths is probably the last thing you’d expect to see here today at Warped Tour. But think of us as a bit of repreive. First we’re going to romance you, and then when Beartooth comes out after us, they’re going to fuck you all in the ass!” According to a few old-school Warped attendees, William Control was one of the new acts that they saw and fell in love with. Also worth mentioning was that ‘Revelations: The Red EP’ just came out today and is available at their merch tent for only $5 and is worth every penny!

Unfortunately, I had to run as the band was starting to launch into “Beautiful Monster” as blessthefall was about to start at the other end of the venue.

Henry: After fighting my way through hordes of Warped attendees, I finally made my way to the Mutant North Stage. The sun was starting to set and “golden hour” was upon us. As the band took the stage, frontman Beau Bokan sprayed the crowd with a bottle of Monster’s Mutant soda. I managed to dodge most of the spray but my camera wasn’t so lucky.

JJ: After this, I made my way over to the Mutant South stage to catch a little of Silverstein’s set. They had gotten a shipment of their new album Dead Reflection in a week early (it was officially released on July 14th) and were selling it at their merch tent. Don’t tell anyone. A few songs in, Beefcake The Mighty “killed” Billy Hamilton and took over on bass for a few songs. I wasn’t able to stick around long because….

Strung Out took the stage at the Hard Rock Stage! I’ve been crossing paths with them a lot over the last few years and as always, good stuff. Vocalist Jason Cruz’s voice sounded stronger than it had the last few times I had seen them and they can really do no wrong in my book.

Henry: By the time Silverstein came on, I was beat. I knew JJ had to run to catch Strung Out but he totally miss the greatest part of the set when GWAR’s Beefcake The Mighty “killed” Billy Hamilton and took over bass for “Retrograde” and “Still Dreaming.”

JJ: It was at this point in the day with clouds threatening and giving way to sun for so many hours before, that the rain finally delivered on its threat. A drizzle became a full downpour with gusty winds creating havoc as I tried in vain to put on my poncho. If it was just me, I wouldn’t have minded, but I had signed merch with me and was already down a backpack and pair of earplugs that evening. It was with a heavy heart that I had to miss the band’s last song as I ran inside for shelter to dry myself and assess the damage. Once solving this and realizing my poncho was torn and therefore mostly useless, I looked out to see the rain even heavier than before. It must have been an experience for those at the Mutant Stages who saw Hatebreed and GWAR through that.

Henry: I was caught in the rain during Hatebreed and GWAR. I tried to photograph Hatebreed’s set but by the time they took the stage, the clouds were overhead and it looked like it was night to my left, and still daylight to my right. I watched as production staff tried to keep the stage together as strong gusts of wind kept knocking over banners and they hastily tried to cover up speakers before the onslaught that we were about to receive.

JJ: I waited it out inside at the Skullcandy Stage again and was happy to realize this detour brought me right to the Street Dogs, one of the bands I wanted to see anyway. They burned through some familiar numbers including a cover of Joe Strummer’s “Coma Girl”. The crowd in front of their stage which included me, was modest but frontman Mike McColgan worked hard to win everyone over. In fact, he worked so hard, he spent just as much time if not more so in front of the crowd waiting in front of the Journey’s Right Foot Stage next door. They may have been there for Never Shout Never but they got a healthy dose of Street Dogs and I could see a lot of people in that crowd also really into it.

After the Street Dogs closed up shop, I headed back outside one last time to happily see the rain had ended. I took the walk back to the Hard Rock Stage one final time and was able to see all of Anti Flag.

There was something appropriate about them closing things out, especially given the state of the world.

Henry: I had to make a choice. Go see Anti-Flag, or stay and see GWAR. I decided to stay and watch GWAR. Words just aren’t enough to describe their clash of comedy theater/ rock show. It’s one that everyone has to experience first-hand to comprehend it. Like if I were to say to someone that I had a great time getting blasted in the face by Blothar’s four penis’s, I’m pretty sure I’d be met with confusion and disgust. Still worth it!

JJ: All in all, it was an odd experience for me not being consumed by press and only able to get a sampling of performances. This is the exact experience a normal Warped Concert-goer would have and while different, was nearly equally enjoyable. I had already interviewed most of the bands I was there to see (in some cases multiple times) anyway, so with a few elusive exceptions, I was fairly up to date with a lot of them, anyway.

Henry: It was a marathon for me to try and cover as many acts as possible. But overall I was happy to see fans young and old showing up and actually having a good time together. I watched as men in their late-40’s/ early-50’s throwdown in a circle pit with kids half their age during Sick of it All. I saw concert goers in their mid-30’s develop a new love for new acts. Acts that they’d never be exposed to on their own accord if it weren’t for what this tour was built on: comradery and unity. I saw numerous collaborations on stage that made me scratch my head (Big D and the Kids Table with American Authors, GWAR and Silverstein were the two big ones that came to mind) but they’ve made it all work.

JJ: Let’s also applaud the tour itself as it managed to strike an impressive balance of old and new which should make it a viable, relevant festival for even more years to come.

Written by: JJ Ellis and Henry Chung Photos by: the unstoppable Henry Chung

Warped Tour 7/7/17 While the last few years of Warped Tour have, to varying degrees, seemed to course-correct the festival's reputation for chasing the latest trends, 2017 may have hit a high water mark.

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