#I SPEEDRAN THIS SHIT IN 3-4 HOURS

[trophygony]

@routeweek day 1: Easiest choice / Hardest choice

depends on the pov

#routeweek #routeweek22 #yttd #yttd spoilers #artgony #speedran this drawing and it only took 4 hours i am very proud of myself #especially since it took me out of my three month long artblock #i have so many thoughts about this but also i thought more than 3 seconds about yttd and cried holy shit it is sad

[jasper-pagan-witch]

2024 Grimoire Challenge Review - January Week 1

Well, I had to wait until Wednesday to get out of the house and get a binder and some paper for my challenge grimoire this year, so I basically speedran all of the December prep and the first week of January, because I will never learn and never improve on this habit of mine.

Keeping in line with other grimoires I've used in the past (such as the Epsilon Ledger and the Delta Book of Tarot Spreads), this red binder has been named the Eta Binder. I wrote down my proper name (let's go, trans mages!), tacked @2024-grimoire-challenge onto it to remind myself that that's what we're doing, and gave it a date of working. Since I started on Wednesday, that's 1/3/2024 (because I'm an American) to an unknown end date.

I had to scramble to come up with a list of 52 plants and stones to work on. I just went through the list of herbs and teas offered by my local ("local" being half an hour away) spice shop and capped it off with some Missouri flowers. For the stones, I just flipped through Judy Hall's Crystal Bible (somehow both a really good and really bad reference book) back and forth a bunch of times until I had a list of crystals I hadn't already done dives about.

As for my magical study ideas, I mostly just threw shit down that I've been interested in or have just gotten interested in. I gave each deity I worship their own bulletpoint and also split up the specific areas of pop culture magic I'm digging more into. I made sure there was a blend of comfortable old stuff, brand new stuff that I'm not sure of, and things that are generally outside of my purview.

Through the power of "work had too many 3-ring binder dividers", I have split my binder into seven sections - 1 is Plants, 2 is Stones, 3 is Work-Related Notes, 4 is Spells Designed (if I complete any, they'll be moved into my spell binder that also houses all of my correspondence lists), 5 if Journal, 6 is currently blank, and 7 is Empty Pages.

Then I finally got started on the actual projects. For the plant and crystal prompts this week, I used an integer generator online to choose two numbers randomly and received caraway (aka Carum carvi) and muscovite (aka KAl2(AlSi3O10)(F,OH)2), so I used my normal research process for the two. It was actually pretty fun, if you ignore the fact that my hand hurt so much because it ended up being 4 pages (well, 2 pages but front and back) EACH of information drawn from books and digital sources that I was all but copying word for word.

As for the Work-Related Notes, that's where I've saved things like my Definitions page, Spellwriting 101 (in my practice), and a page about my Common Tools.

I will admit that I skipped the year outline, mostly because the passing of the year means near nothing in my craft. I don't celebrate any particular "magical holidays", I don't work by the moon cycle, I'm definitely not Wiccan and thus don't celebrate the Wheel of the Year, seasons just mean whether or not I have to wear a coat, and I don't care about matching particular workings to days of the week. I'm starting to think I'm just a deeply boring person, upon reflection.

Then we get to the Work Spaces / Altars page, and oh boy! I don't actually do...workings at my altars, so they're probably better described as shrines. I have my Primary Work Space (my wooden desk, the metal microwave stand I've stolen from somewhere, and the tiny red bookshelf under the microwave stand) that is an absolute MESS at every given point that holds whatever the fuck I'm working on, regardless of what project it is. I have a Thoughtform & Spirit Shelf (which is actually a partial shelf) in my big red bookshelf that holds the anchors for my thoughtforms but also my PokeFamiliar. I have five altars around my room that are currently holding seven deities, a candle for an eighth deity, the Lokifam, three spirits, the Unknown Benefactor, the symbol of an animal spirit I want to reach out to at some point this year, and Jasper's Casper (an adorable little ghost that my coworker and her daughter crocheted for me to celebrate the first anniversary of me working at the library).

Shit's a bit cramped in here!

And today, I'm writing about my Personal Practices that have made it into my craft. I'm actually working on this now, but I paused to write up this summary. It's pretty neat to think about all the stuff I've done that I still do.

Results: My hand hurts and my head is throbbing, but c'est la vie. This is a really fun challenge, and I hope it goes all the way through 2024, unlike when I tried to do the 2023 challenge and the host of that one vanished into the aether.

#jasper post #personal #2024 grimoire challenge

[closetsof-backlogged-dreams]

what are ur feelings on the execution of the magic reveal??

ok so i have manymanyMANY feelings on in which ill try to wrap up as cleanly as possible so lets just get into it

the way they like speedran the magic reveal??

to paint you a picture: i was super impatient when i first started the series lmao, and so i had watched maybe 4-5 episodes of the first season when i googled "when does arthur find out about merlin's magic"💀💀 i ended up getting the wrong answer because im stupid as shit so i was just surprised as everyone else when it ACTUALLY happened, but thats besides the point.

the point? this was a SUPER important plot point. everyone was waiting on the edge of their seat, every single episode, for merlin to finally pop arthur's bubble and reveal his magic. but five seasons passed, and we didn't get it until the last episode?? are you kidding me?? and because we only got it on the last episode, where arthur was dying, arthur was robbed of any true explanations or declarations or apologies like he—we—deserved. instead, arthur's reaction to it was brief and just not enough. he was disbelieving, then shocked, then angry, then sad, then accepting, all within what, like a day and a half? forty minutes of screen time? im sorry, after spending around 46 hours watching this series and waiting for the magic reveal, that just doesn't cut it.

2. we have to admit, the magic reveal in the last episode felt so NATURAL

sometimes i really struggle to hate the magic reveal, because no one can deny how perfectly everything fell into place. he got trapped in the cave, his father spoke to him, he escaped the cave and transformed himself into that old guy, he single-handedly wiped out the Saxons, arthur was struck, merlin found him and carried him away from the battlefield, merlin turns back into merlin, and then the fucking "I defeated the Saxons. The dragon, and yet— and yet I knew it was Mordred that I must stop." / "The person who defeated them was the sorcerer." / "It was me." / "Don't be ridiculous, Merlin. This is stupid. Wh—why would you say that?" / "I'm—I'm a sorcerer. I have magic. And I use it for you, Arthur. Only for you." (Your welcome for that, day after Christmas<3)

like, you CANNOT TELL ME that doesn't flow perfectly!! that everything that happened in that episode didn't flow perfectly!! the magic reveal was always going to be impossibly difficult to get right, but they got it right in the finale!! that is one thing i will always give the writers—I may have not liked the circumstances of the magic reveal, but the magic reveal itself was beautifully executed.

3. too little, too late

i read an article recently that really pointed this out, and while i disagree with most of what they said in the article, i agree with one thing: the ending was so, so unsatisfying. the magic reveal was so, so unsatisfying. what was the point of him even revealing his magic? the magic reveal was great, sure, but nothing actually came out of it. oh, for the next 24-48 hours of life, arthur can accept him!! but that's it.

there's the implication that gwen will legalize magic after the series, but merlin and gwen don't even get a final scene together! all in all, the magic reveal just wasn't enough. we ended so much more time for arthur to sort out his feelings, for there to be good days and bad days, to watch them relearn trust and love again. we deserved that kind of ending. we deserved the magic reveal to be in, imo, The Death Song of Uther Pendragon, or s5e3. give them an entire season to get through everything. you can still kill arthur!! but let them have that animosity. if anything, have them start out those last two battles on bad terms. let the travel to the lake be them relearning trust and love. let that be the emotional baggage they have to unpack in the finale.

just overall, do anything except what you actually did lmao.

alright!! i think those are the main three points? i think that wrapped everything up pretty nicely, so ty sm for the ask!! these are always the highlight of my month lol.

#merthur #merlin #bbc merlin #bbcm #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merlin meta #merlin thoughts #merlin emrys

[tshxrin]

hello, roaches and rats❤️

If you've known me from my insta/discord, hi bro, if you know me from somewhere else- i think you should kill yourself, jk. (Why would you follow a stranger-)

EITHER WAY IM GONNA YAP HERE, I dont got no one to yap to, coz I usually spam their texts and theyre too busy with their partners (mahi reference btw) to pay attention to me even though im the realest one out there fr.

Anyway hi, im ren, but i think i've got a few nicknames, like rennie, renpodd, shurin. Also people, ESPECIALLY MEN love to call me a piece of shit or mentally unsound/insane, love you all fr😇🤞

I  have the humor of a plastic spoon, but like its okay because people vibe w it fr; also i REALLLYYY like kuromi, i kin her tbh, daydreaming about men is so real, SPEAKING ABOUT MEN SIMON GHOST RILEY IS SO ARRUGGGHJHH, masked men are actually🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏,, i also gane religiously, but im mid at all the games I play😝😝. (Valorant, overwatch, codm & fortnite 4 any1 whos wondering.)

Also I think I have a caffeine addiction, like actually idk, but monster tastes good, like diabetes and synthetic flavors yum😍😍. But ong, the cherry flavored monster and ALL the punch flavors (except pacific punch, whoever likes that I wish death upon you, you fucking weirdo.) Slap fr. Also I have an emotional attachment to fruits basket, (the anime) shit was an emotional roller coaster but I think its a suggestion, shit actually had me in emotional distress for a week, NOT MORE THAN THIS ONE BOY WHO HAD ME DISTRESSED FOR 2 MONTHS LMAOAOAOAOA, speaking about boys lemme give you guys some ren lore.

Back in the old days (2021) I was a discord kid (still am), met a filipino guy through a mutual friend, bro was a sweetheart n shi we talked, he admitted he liked me, and when he was courting me he went offline GHOSTED ME FOR A MONTH, and GUESS.FUCKING.WHAT. he comes back, WITH A BOYFRIEND. A BOYFRIEND. Actually had me flabbergasted, but tbh i should've known better, I mean he was an asian twink, who was 100% a bottom, toxic relationship and bad parents so shi thats kinda canon, WUBDIAISKSKWO either way my point is crying over relationships is kinda gay, cry over your grades instead you fucking loser🤑🤑. Being suicidal over grades is a big W, being suicidal over a boy/girl just means youre an insecure piece of shit, okay maybe i shouldn't be so harsh but ykwimykwim.

BUT LIKEEE, despite all these I met some actual homies online, like ongod theyre my second family, i would 100% eat rusty nails coated with sulphuric acid if they asked me to, and im pretty sure if theyre reading this they know who they are LMAOOOO.

Anyway I had my english final today, lemme tell you the paper was so GAY. The reading part made me want to gouge my eyeballs out and submerge them acid, LIKE BRO-paper was pretty easy even though i went unprepared, barely touched the book LMAOO, but it was really lengthy. Like really lengthy, 6 PAGES WORTH OF A QUESTION PAPER, it took me 3 hours to finish it (we get 3 hours for the test), but bro☹️ i wanted to take a big fat nap in the class after i speedran the english paper but NOOOO, she had to make it so fucking big like girl I bet the reason why you make everything so fucking lengthy and big is because you dont get the satisfaction of big things with that undercooked ground beef patty ass husband you got, ongod who gives assignments a weel before finals, AND THEYRE SO TIME CONSUMING TOO LIKE TFF??? OTHER SUBJECTS EXIST??!??!, wow thats a lot of yapping, i love yapping tho, im a professional yapper, I think its just my undiagnosed adhd because I just went from talking about my love for kuromi and masked men to absolutely shitting on my english teacher's existence- maybe i'll drop some ren lore next time 🙏🙏

#professional yapper #autism #shitpost

[griavian]

the 36 questions that lead to love

x <- read on ao3

dream finds a list of questions that can supposedly lead to two people falling in love, so him and george try it out on stream. turns out, they don't really need all 36.

“Come on, George. It’s just a couple of questions.” Dream pleaded into the call, making George roll his eyes. He’s been trying to end stream for the past 15 minutes, but Dream always convinces him to go “just a little longer!”.

“36 questions is not just a couple of questions, Dream.” George glances at his second monitor to make sure his green screen was still black and to check a few discord messages. He had no intention to fall into Dream’s trap for another hour of streaming.

“But it says it’ll lead to love!” Dream says, exasperated. He googled ‘questions to ask your friend’ earlier and found a list of them that apparently lead to falling in love. To George, it was bullshit.

“That’s such bullshit.” He expresses.

“You’re no fun.” Dream’s voice lowered, and George can feel the pout Dream has plastered on his face. He can already predict what the next 12 hours would be like with Dream: silent treatment and being a general dickhead. George was used to it when they lived an ocean apart, and even found it amusing, but it was a totally different experience living with him. Dream would mope around, go into George’s room randomly just to not talk to him, and go as far as to blast sad music from his own room across the hall while George was trying to finish up some editing. Sure, it was all light-hearted jokes, and Dream would stop his act in a heartbeat if George was truly annoyed by it, but George still dreaded it.

“Fine.”

Dream immediately cheers up and starts typing on his keyboard while George watches his chat fly by, seeing a lot of emotes and positive messages.

“Okay, um- first question. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom,” Dream mocks the formality, “would you want as a dinner guest?”

George’s nose crinkles. “How is that gonna make me fall in love with you?”

“Just answer the question.”

“I don’t know! The queen?”

“That’s a stupid answer.”

“What!” George screeches and Dream barks out a laugh. “You’re so dumb.”

“You gotta give me a better answer than that, or else we won’t fall in love with each other.”

George rolls his eyes, but decides to think about his answer. Truthfully, he wouldn’t want anyone special as a dinner guest. “Um. My mum.”

George eyes his chat as it’s filled with “aw”s. He almost scoffs.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.” George wants to punt Dream into another universe.

“Alright, who would you want as a guest?”

“Tom Brady.”

“That’s the stupidest answer ever!” George yells, his eyes wide, perhaps offended that Dream picked Tom Brady out of anyone else in the world.

“Question two!” Dream ignores, “This one is kinda dumb, but would you like to be famous and if you do, what for?”

George hums. “Probably don’t want to be famous-famous. Maybe being well-known for being the first person to invent IRL-VR. I want my body to be submerged in the Minecraft universe.”

“That’s sick. I dunno what I’d want-”

“You’re already famous.”

“Shut up. I don’t even- I don’t even want to be famous, really. I just want to make whoever knows me smile.”

“Aww, isn’t that sweet, Dream.” George teases and he knows Dream waved him off. George has his habits practically memorized.

“Whatever. How about you ask some questions?” Dream sends a link on discord and George reads through them.

“There’s no way these can make people fall in love. What even is this question? Before making a telephone call, do you rehearse what you’re going to say and why?”

“Trust the process. I mean, I do that. I don’t want my brain all jumbled up, I guess. Words are hard.” Dream answers.

“I don’t think I’ve ever done that. I wing it.”

“That’s very you. Next question.” Something about Dream saying that made George smile the tiniest bit, made the serotonin flow through his brain.

“What’s a ‘perfect day’ for you?” George reads. It’s quiet for a moment.

“Hanging out with you,” his voice is sincere, “You and Sapnap. Recording, streaming, anything like that. What about you?”

“Hm. Me too.”

George isn’t one to show his feelings often. He remembers being asked if he did, and he answered with “not ones that matter”. It still rings true to this day. His walls are still built up and that’s okay to George. Mushy feelings aren’t important, but he’d be damned if he didn’t say his heartstrings were playing a beautiful melody during this moment.

The questions and answers fall easily after that. George knows it’s around 1 am, and he should go to sleep, but answering the questions was kind of addicting.

“Do you have a hunch on how you’ll die?” Dream reads the question with a chuckle. “That’s such a weird question to ask someone you wanna fall in love with.”

George tries not to read in between the lines.

“Heart failure. For both of us.”

“You know how I’ll die?”

“We’re Minecraft streamers, Dream. We’ll probably die at 40.” They share jokes and giggles of scenarios where they die and what they’d do, and something about it feels a bit too honest.

“I’ll die the day you die, George. Emotionally and physically.” Dream says, dramatic as ever. George only huffs, and they leave it there.

“Name three things you and your partner have in common. Dream, do you have a secret girlfriend?” They start to bicker back and forth, because of course they do.

“It doesn’t mean romantic partner, you dumbass. Like- it’s like a science partner,” Dream sighs, “Well, we do have a lot in common. We have the same job, we care about the same things, and we love each other! Easy.” Dream answers.

“Who said I loved you?”

“You literally did last night.” George had closed chat a while ago, already prepared for what was to come. He can only imagine what they’re saying.

“They’ll never believe you.” George says with a sadistic grin.

“Ugh. Okay, what are you grateful for in life? You have to answer this.” George can hear Dream get a little closer to his mic, almost anticipating George’s answer. Dream knows how much he doesn’t like to express any feelings, and probably expects him to skip the question overall. George prevails.

“You. Obviously,” and before Dream can get out an aww, George says, “You made my career, dummy, and I’m grateful for that. And my friends, family, all the normal things. Chat! I’m even grateful for chat.”

“Well, I’m incredibly grateful for you especially.” Dream’s voice is soft, almost loving. George rolls his eyes. He could’ve guessed Dream’s answer, but it weirdly hurts him when it was spoken aloud. He doesn’t know whether it hurts because it might be a fun little joke or if it’s because someone might care about him that much. George decides to stop thinking.

They answer more questions, from taking four minutes to tell each other their life stories (“There was no reason to add that detail; you’re so gross, Dream.”) to what significant quality they would want to wake up and suddenly have (“You’re already good at code shit, George. That’s the saddest answer ever.”). They move onto section two of the list, which are deeper questions.

“Is there something you’ve dreamed of doing but haven’t yet, and why haven’t you?” George asks. He knows about Dream’s unfinished projects. There’s probably a million answers to the question, and George would listen to every single one.

“Uh, well. You know I was writing a book, yeah? I was halfway done with it, and I can’t make myself finish it. It’s probably writer’s block, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do it.” George frowned.

“You can’t finish it with that attitude, silly. You’re annoyingly amazing at everything.” George says with a snort, “I don’t have an answer to this. What did you say that one time? Your future is my future? Well, your dreams are my dreams, then.”

George cringes a little at what he said. He doesn’t know his viewer count, but knows that at least a million people will watch that clip out of context. Dream doesn’t say anything back and moves on to the next question.

“What is your most treasured memory?” Dream asks, and George immediately laughs.

“I definitely know your’s.”

“Do tell, George.”

“Our first Christmas together. Sapnap insisted on getting a real Christmas tree, and when we started decorating the stupid thing, Sapnap sees a spider and screeches. Then, our neighbors come knocking on the front door and you had to explain to them that nobody was being murdered, it was just your roommate being a big baby. And as if it could get any worse, I got tree-sap all on my fingers and clothes and you couldn’t help me because you were laughing too hard.”

“Pretty sure I almost choked on my own spit.” Dream adds, and George scoffs. “But no, that’s not my treasured memory.”

George sputters. “What? You’re telling me I told that to thousands of people for nothing?”

“To be fair, you were all soft on Christmas morning, so our first Christmas might be your treasured memory. Anyways, remember the first time you helped me with a code?” George stays silent, giving Dream the answer. “Well, that was the first time we had a real conversation. I made you laugh, then I started to laugh because you laughed, and we didn’t get the code done. It sounds dumb, but I always smile whenever I think about it.”

George’s face falters a bit. God, he just wants to hug Dream; he wants to make a beeline for his room and attack him with affection and make sure he knows that George loves him, platonically or romantically, George wants him to know.

He just can’t express it with words.

“That… sweet.” George’s eyes travel down the following questions and panics, seeing how personal the questions are. He fakes a yawn. “As mushy and stupid this thing is, I’m really tired.”

Dream doesn’t say anything. It almost scares George, but he deafens on Discord and bids farewell to his viewers, who were completely freaking out. George doesn’t blame them. He’s abruptly leaving after a sweet moment? That’s a recipe for disaster, and George knows better. Yet, he clicks the end stream button.

The door to his office swings open instantly and startles George. It was Sapnap, someone he didn’t particularly want to see.

“What the fuck was that?” His roommate whisper-yells.

George groans and slides deeper into his chair, covering his face. “I don’t know,” he muffles.

“Are you even trying to hide your feelings at this point?” He can hear Sapnap close the door and flop on his office’s couch. “You might as well buy a billboard that says ‘I’m in love with my best friend! His name is Clay!’ with a big ass picture of your dumb face beside it.”

“I know,” George whines. “Do you think he knows?”

“He’s not the one I’m worried about knowing. I’ve told you a million goddamn times that he’s too whipped to notice. I’m worried about the fans. They’re gonna go fucking bonkers because of this stream. Clips are gonna be shared. People are gonna speculate.”

George uncovers his face and narrows his eyes at his friend. “Thanks for the reassurance,” he deadpans.

Sapnap rolls his eyes. “I’m being serious, dude. I know you’re very deeply in love with him in the gayest of ways, but you gotta be careful in front of the fans.”

“Oh my God. I know, Sapnap! I know. I forgot we were even streaming. It felt like it was just the two of us, and I got too comfortable. And it was so nice. I can’t even do anything about it now, so it doesn’t even matter.”

Sapnap sighs and pulls himself from the couch. “You need to talk to him before this gets out of hand. You know I love ya, and that I’m here for you.” George cringes out of habit, but nods. It reads as ‘I love you too, I guess’.

Sapnap leaves without another word, and George is left alone with his thoughts. It’s not long before he sluggishly makes his way back to his bedroom. He opens the closed door, enters, and shuts it. He turns around, only to be greeted by a familiar person in his bed, and yelps.

Dream laughs. He’s wearing blue pajama pants and a white t-shirt. His hair looks messed with, and his cheeks seem to have more color to them. George can’t help but stare.

“Well? Aren’t we gonna finish it?”

George cocks an eyebrow.

“Finish what?”

“The questions, dummy. You don’t… you don’t have to. I mean, it’s kinda stupid that I want to do it in the first place, but…” Dream trails off. George hops on his bed and grins lightly.

“Go for it.”

They answer questions they skipped, like what is your most terrible memory (“My, uh, grandma. She died when I was about 14. It was… hard on me.” “Oh, George…”).

The overhead light was off at this point, the only light coming from a lamp on his desk and the stars shining through the window. The two are on their sides, Dream on the right of the bed and George on the left, facing each other, occasionally looking at their phones to ask the questions.

“What roles do love and affection play in your life?” Dream asks, his voice softer than ever. George can almost not answer. He doesn’t know.

“I’ve never been a super affectionate person, so I don’t know. I’ll give you guys quick hugs of course, but with really close relationships, I don’t know what to do.”

Dream looks as if he’s searching for something in George’s face, and George can’t tell what he’s looking for. His movements are hesitant, George sees.

“Do- um. You wanna maybe,” Dream pauses, closes his eyes,and scrunches up his face. “Try?”

“Try what?”

“Affection.” Dream lets out a breath and opens his eyes. “Affection is my strong suit, afterall.” His mouth forms into a teasing smirk despite his eyes showing nervousness.

“Um. Take the lead.”

It’s slow. So, very slow. Dream’s hand raises up and lands itself on the dip of George’s waist. He’s whispering instructions, and George listens. His hands are hung around Dream’s neck, and their legs are starting to tangle together. They laugh when they realize how far apart they are, and Dream pulls him closer. George can feel his heart beating out of his chest as he lays his head where Dream’s right shoulder meets his neck.

“Do you want me to ask the rest of the questions, sweetheart?” It sounded like a coo, and George is surprised at how effortless the pet name comes out of Dream’s mouth.

“Was that okay?” Dream whispers after a moment of George going still. He perks up.

“Yeah! Yeah.”

“Okay.” Dream pulls George closer and rests his left hand on his back. He starts rubbing up and down in slow motions.

George simply melts.

The questions and answers go by slower, and their voices become gentler. Dream announces that they’re on section three now, and to state three true “we” statements. Dream goes first.

“We… are cuddling?”

“Obviously, idiot.” George chuckles. “We are really tired?” Dream hums.

“We meant everything we’ve said tonight.”

“We are going to mean everything we say tonight.”

“You can’t just steal my answer.”

“Just do your third one.”

“We will be ‘Dream and George’ forever.”

Forever is a long, long time. And yet, Dream’s statement is still true.

“We don’t know what is going to happen tomorrow.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“Very vague.”

“Next question, Dream.”

“Alright, alright. Complete this sentence: ‘I wish I had someone whom I could share…’”

Without a second thought, George replies, “My emotions with. Your turn.”

George swears he felt Dream squeeze him.

“My everything with. Every single little thing. Physical, metaphorical, emotional.”

“Even Patches?”

A laugh.

“Yes. Even Patches.”

“Next question.”

“Tell your partner what you like about them and be very honest.”

“Your voice. It’s like… I don’t even know how to describe it.”

“Does it get you going, George?”

“Shut up. I definitely don’t like your smart-assery.” George can feel Dream lean down into George’s shoulder and smile. “I like how you act around people. It’s always different depending on the person. Different with me.”

“I like how you act around people too. You’re almost always bubbly, even though you like to say you aren’t. And, God, your laugh. It’s so overwhelming, but in the best way possible. You have no idea how many times I’ve said the stupidest shit just to hear your little laugh.” George digs his head deeper into Dream’s shoulder. “I also… really like it when you say my name. My real name.”

George raises slightly, gaining the tiniest bit of confidence. “Clay?”

“Yeah. Yeah, that.”

“Clay,” George whispers.

“George.” Dream sounds weak. So, very weak. George gets closer to his ear.

“Clay.”

George can’t tell if he’s joking.

“You’re gonna kill me, George.”

George’s lips brush against the outer of Dream’s ear, and his friend shivers. He decides this isn’t a joke anymore. He thinks the invisible line they had drawn in the sand many years ago has been kicked and stomped on to the point where neither of them remembers the line being there. George goes further.

“Clay, Clay, Clay,” George is still whispering, slowly brushing his lips across Dream’s jaw, and the hands around his waist get the littlest bit tighter.

George finally raises his head to meet Dream, who was a mess. His cheeks are glowing and his eyes are almost bloodshot. His breath is labored and his hands are shaky.

“Calm down, love.” George whispers and raises his right hand to meet Dream’s cheek, who leans into the touch.

“Kiss me.” Dream begs quietly, as if saying anything louder would shatter the moment in little pieces.

An adrenaline rush fills George’s veins. “Anything you want,” he says, and closes the gap.

The kiss is soft. Dream is maneuvering their bodies to be more comfortable, meaning George is pulled on top of Dream. Their lips didn’t part once.

They move together in harmony, both in the kiss and their bodies, putting everything they got into it. It was unsaid feelings and years and years of thoughts, and George felt every single one of them. George is straddling Dream’s middle and Dream is leaning up to meet George’s touch. His hands are rubbing up and down and squeezing George’s hips and George’s hands find their way into Dream’s hair. It’s perfect and imperfect and everything George has been waiting for, yearning for.

They part, and Dream pushes their foreheads together. George assumes they look dumb, but how could he care in this moment?

“Beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Dream says, his breath tickling George’s mouth. He lets out a breath and breaks out into a smile. His hands start brushing through Dream’s hair and George backs away to get a good look. Dream is staring back.

George lunges forward and wraps his arms around Dream’s neck, sending him flat on the bed with an “oof”.

“Jesus Christ, George. A warning would be nice.”

“I love you. I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you-I-love-you-” George couldn’t get enough of saying it. George’s dam cracked when Dream held him and fucking exploded when they kissed. He doesn’t have to hold back anymore, so he doesn’t.

“Slow down, baby.” Dream says through a chuckle. He makes George lean up with tans hands on pale cheeks and a lot of eye contact. “I love you, too.”

George’s breathing slows down to a normal, less-adrenaline-filled pace, and Dream kisses him again. George forces his head back up.

“What does this mean for us?”

“Isn’t it a little obvious?”

“Not really.”

“Boyfriends, George. We’re dating now.”

“How do you know I wanted to even be your boyfriend.” George narrows his eyebrows in faux-suspicion.

Dream’s stare is blank. “I mean. You’re- well- you know, um-”

George dismisses this shortly and confirms, “I want to be your boyfriend.”

Dream sighs in relief. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Yeah. Whatever.” George slides off Dream’s waist and lays facing him. Dream turns as well. “Was that question the last question?”

“No, actually. There were a few left.” Dream blinks, then muses, “Guess we didn’t need 36 questions after all.”

“That was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said and I hate you for it.”

“You wound me, George. You wound me.”

George makes up for it by letting himself be engulfed in Dream’s embrace, and feels tiny kisses on the top of his head. George nuzzles closer.

Yeah, everything was going to be fine.

#idk how to tag this but um anyways u should read this #I SPEEDRAN THIS SHIT IN 3-4 HOURS #dnf fic #dreamnotfound #dnf #dreamnotfound fic #dnf fic rec #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound

[boytumms]

Its 5am and I'm miserable. Here's why.

2 days ago I ordered some Popeyes- 6 HUGE pieces of chicken, 2 boxes of fries, 8 biscuits, and mashed potatoes. I ate 2 pieces of chicken, a whole box of fries, 4 biscuits, and half the cup of mashed potatoes (damn that shit was good) on Saturday. So, no problem the first night. I finish ALL the food on Sunday and again I felt totally fine, until 10pm that is...

I wake up because I can't fall asleep for some reason, but I credit that to the 2 cans of energy drink I had today (my body is like hyper sensitive to caffeine). Then I start SWEATING. I'm trying to listen to music to calm myself down but it's not working. In the middle of a DangeloWallace video my belly starts cramping like all HELL like I've NEVER had a stomach ache this bad before. It's making hella noise too and all I can do is put a pillow on my stomach and lean over it (I had been delirious with nausea and pain for 2 hours at that point so don't question my questionable decisions aksvqkdvwi). I'm unreasonably scared of vomiting so I'm trying not to burp but that's keeping more gas inside and making me bloateddd and it's not coming out the other way either. So I have my left hand on my stomach, desperately trying to rub out the cramps, and my right hand holding my phone, scrolling through my fyp on tiktok (pay attention to that). Soo shit starts to hit the fan now. Maybe 10 minutes later (I wasn't keeping track of time) this HUGE cramp just hit me like an 8 wheeler and I audibly yell and double over even more than I already am. So in the midst of all that my sociopath of a digestive system decides it's rewind time and when I tell you my stomach ROLLED likeee there are no words to describe it. I sprint to the bathroom with my left hand still on my mess of a tummy buttt I kind of forgot that my right hand was occupied by my phone. So, in my haste to open the door, I drop my phone. And. It. C r a c k s. I'm in too much pain to register this at the moment so I just run into the bathroom and heave over the toilet for what felt like an hour but was probably 20 minutes. Nothing comes up and my belly hurts so bad that I'm crying...that's when I take initiative. As much as I hate this I take my index and middle finger and press on the back of my throat and I'm just gagging until I hit the jackpot! It's only a little bit at first but then my body finished the tutorial and speedran STRAIGHT to the final boss and I threw up literal chunks of food 🤢. After the fiasco is over I actually do feel a bit better but now I'm shaking and can barely lift my arm. Despite this I crawl back into bed and try to get some sleep. I figure that's not actually gonna happen though so I reach for my phone to scroll some more and then it hits me. As fast as I can I run to the bathroom and pick up my phone. Fast forward to now and I am typing on an Android with a cracked screen to pass the time cause there's no way in hell I'm going back to sleep. So yeah, thank you for listening to my TedTalk.

Holy cow dude, what a wild ride akdnkandkandkans

This sounds so painful but really hot haha, thanks for sharing :) All that food was just sitting in your poor stomach like a rock until you got sick! I would love to be there to rub your tummy and help you throw it all up <3 and after your tummy is empty again, we could start all over again…

#ask #anonymous #stuffing #emeto #tummy ache #belly ache #stomachache #belly kink #writings #sorry about your phone tho rip

[fayethehelpless]

Ok... so like everything is just upfuckery today. I STILL am waiting for the keyboard to finally completely use the Notebook I have borrowed from my school and it's been 3 MONTHS and it still ain't there!!! What the fuck is going on with the government?????

Next thing on the way to my school to get that fucking shit done, I wanna use the tram which said: "nope bitch, not gomna work rn, gotta wait for like twenty minutes move and drive for an hour and a half" AND ALL THAT just to get to my school.

Next thing that came up is that a Dude who was kinda a nice guy just started sending me Emails. We lost contact because he started hating on my best friend because she got Gucci glasses. I blocked him on everything, butbhe got new numbers for 4 TIMES!!!! And then he stalked my Insta. DMed me. I blocked him. He got a new acc and DMed me. I blocked him. That for three times. Like what the fuck. And now that shit with the email. That went kinda went like: "yeah... we haven't seen each other for so long.... I kinda miss you... I hope everything is going well for you". Oh! And not to forget "I will never again meet a girl like you" and so trigger/test him a bit I just said "my glasses r gucci" (tbh that was a lie because my glasses are from Eschenbach) buuutttt....

He just speedran into 'batshit insane mode'. It went like "bitch I have more expensive shit than you" And he started wishing for my death or that I get killed.

And

The only thing I was able to say to that was "r/nice guys much?".

Jakajksjsk- what???? The only thing i could think of was... SUBREDDITS????

man I'm done w that shit onG🙄

#batshit insane #bruh why #i need sleep #and hugs #spare serotonin? #just gimme luv #pwease

[theglassesgirl]

Woke up at 7

Went to my uni which is miles away form my house

Spent 4 hours running across campus under the Nevada sun that’s getting ready for summer

Thank god I never not wear sunscreen

(Pls alsways remember to always wear sunscreen)

Ruined my white blouse

I made that shit red

Had to network with my English department higher ups w a red tinted blues

For 5 hours

Came home and speedran wrote 8 pages worth of job analysis work memorandums under a remaining 3 hours

Discovered that my linguistics team honest to god did not post in our discord

Thank god I did my quiz yesterday

Fuck these guys

Also is minutes to 10 so I can’t even use my second attempt

Fuck it

I got a good grade my first try

I don’t need this

Anyway

Need to continue working on another project due early next month

The grind never stops

Never

I’ve been working for 16 hours

#i look like a rat and i want to exfoliate #long post #someone save me

[ao3feed-ateez]

by foxyjunnie

The memories of the two were not clouded or chipped, nor was it left forgotten by the two, no. It was vivid, vibrant, it almost felt like reality. . . . please read the notes in the beginning for trigger warnings !! thanxx <3

Words: 2062, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of fics inspired by songs !!

Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa

Relationships: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa

Additional Tags: Dreams, Character Death, in a dream, Anniversary, Hospitals, Letters, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hopeful Ending, Inspired by Music, Rings, coco refrences because i can't stop myself, This shit is sad, i speedran this in an hour, Car Accidents, Blood, Promises, Flowers, A bouquet of flowers, Established Relationship, the other members don't show up sorry :(, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Not K-Pop Idols, Alternate Universe - Non-Famous

#ateez #ao3feed #Kpop rpf