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captainremmington-13 · 2 months

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Prologue for my new TBOSAS OC fic

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova.

SUMMARY: A young, innocent Coriolanus Snow meets his match.

“Hey!”

Seven-year-old Coriolanus Snow stood at the foot of the playground slide, scowling up at a girl dressed in a black-and-white fur coat. “I wanted to be the king of this tower!”

The girl gave him a nonchalant smile, leaning against the railing of the second floor of the play structure. “You should’ve gotten here faster then. This is my tower. If you’d like, you can be my sidekick. But I’m in charge. Deal?”

Coriolanus marched up the steps to reach the level she was perched on, still frowning. “That’s not fair,” he said. “You can’t just take over my space.”

She shrugged. “Too bad, I already have. Now, I’ll have to ask you to go away. I can’t have anyone disturbing the peaceful nature of my tower.”

Coriolanus stomped his foot, his patience long gone. “Who do you think you are, some kind of princess?”

She didn’t answer. “Please get off my structure. Now.”

He crossed his arms. “Make me.”

With a swift move of the girl’s little arms, Coriolanus found himself falling backwards down the stairs, landing on his back painfully.

He immediately began to wail, calling for his cousin. Tigris ran over quickly, crouching over him worriedly and asking what happened.

Coriolanus pointed at the girl, who was staring down at him from the platform. “S-She pushed me!”

She rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t have if you had listened to my warning.”

Tigris looked at her, trying to remain calm and collected. “Have your parents ever taught you that hurting people isn’t very kind?”

The little girl nodded. “Yes. But they also told me I should stand my ground.”

Tigris sighed, brushing Coriolanus’s tears away gently with her thumb. “Come on, Coryo. It’s time to go home.”

Coriolanus sniffled and slowly stood up, holding Tigris’s hand tightly. He looked back at the girl one last time, who hadn’t moved from her position on top of the platform. She waved at him almost mockingly, but gave him a small smile.

Coriolanus glanced up at Tigris. “She was mean. I don’t like her.”

His cousin squeezed his hand reassuringly. “She’ll learn when gets older. She’ll learn to treat people with kindness and patience, which are very important. More important than who rules over the playground.”

As the two young Snows walked over to their family, Coriolanus thought about the triumphant smile that the girl had given him after shoving him. He gritted his half grown-in, half-missing teeth.

‘One day, I’ll be able to do what she did to me. I’ll take her place as the mighty ruler of the land,’ he thought.

That was the first time that Coriolanus Snow met his future wife and First Lady, Bellova Reginelle. Neither of them knew what fate has in store for them, or what the pain and suffering would mold them to be.

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Author’s Note: This is my first time ever posting my writing on Tumblr. Please let me know what you think in the comments! I have a few chapters done so far, but wanted to wait to see if the prologue was well received :))

thank you to @euphemiaamillais for reading my work and encouraging me to publish it! also thank you to @coryosmin for letting me discuss my ideas and sharing my pinterest boards via dm lolll

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow #tbosas #president snow #tigris snow #coriolanus snow x oc #coriolanus x oc #hunger games #suzanne collins #hunger games fanfiction

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onlyhereforthestories · 1 year

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The First of Many Mingled Christmas Days (Alexia Putellas x Reader)

Day 5! This is the other request I received so I hope you enjoy anon! I hope everyone is enjoying all the amazing fics being released for the Christmas period so many wonderful writers are smashing it!

You weren’t sure how or why you agreed to this idea, you did not have the room or the patience to cook a whole Christmas dinner for two mingled families 3 days after playing your final game of the calendar year. Yet you had. Somehow you and Alexia had said you’d host the family Christmas this year and that included both of your immediate families.

You were lucky in the respect that your family was smaller than Alexia’s. You had no parents left and you only had one annoying brother, he did come with his own little family but you were very happy with that fact. Your niece was one of your favourite people on the planet and your sister-in-law had recently given birth to another little girl that you were excited to finally get to meet.

Alexia had wanted to keep actual Christmas Day small this year so had decided to have a bigger family gathering the day after boxing day with her extended family. This meant that only Eli and Alba would be joining you for the main day which you were very excited for. Your families had met once before and that was before your nice had even been born so you were over the moon that you would be sharing this day with all of them together.

This didn’t mean you were excited to cook and you were letting Alexia know this. “Babe we have not even got a big enough oven, how are we meant to cook everything. I’m not doing this half effort, we have to have all the components for it to be perfect. Eli is one of the best cooks I know I gantlet her down with cooking a shit Christmas dinner. When are we even going to go shopping for all this and do we need to buy a bigger fridge.”

Before you could carry on your rambling Alexia put her hand over your mouth to stop you. “Okay okay amor, calm down please and breathe. Our oven is big enough and I brought that warmer thing to put things in to keep warm so everything doesn’t have to be ready at the same time. Mum loves you and your cooking so we both know you aren’t going to cook bad food plus I’ll be helping the whole time so it will be we cooking great food. We’ve got this bebe, it’s going to be a great day.”

You took a deep breath and leant into the woman currently soothing your running mind. “I always love it when you say we.” Grinning down at you, Alexia leaned in and pressed a kiss to your waiting lips. No matter what happens in a few days time you knew it would be okay as long as she was by your side.

Christmas morning had been amazing so far, you and Alexia had had a quiet morning in bed exchanging your own more private gifts before anyone arrived. Even though you had spent the last couple of christmases together you would never tire of having a morning like this with her.

You had been up for about an hour now and food preparation was well underway. Eli and Alba were walking over now and your brother and his family were due over in the next hour or so. You were determined to have most of the preparation work done before your nice arrived, you wanted to play with the gifts you and Alexia had brought her.

You were elbow deep in carrot peelings when Eli and Alba made it, Alba dragging Alexia away to deal with Christmas music and presents while Eli joined you in the kitchen. “Mama you don’t have to worry I’ve got this.” The older woman laughed at you which had you pouting in her direction.

“Mija if you think I’m going to let you stand here alone doing this you are mad, now what do you want me to do.” After a few back and forth arguments you gave in and gave her the job of cutting the peeled carrots you pass along. The two of you worked up a flow and fall into conversation about next years plans and how the season is going right now.

Before you know it everything is ready to be cooked when it is needed and the four of you are sat in the front room, mulled wine in hand chatting about anything under the sun. Alba was telling you about the family holiday she wanted you all to take once the season was over and Eli was asking when you and Alexia were planning on moving out of the apartment you were currently in, she claimed it wasn’t big enough for you anymore. You and Alexia dodged these questions perfectly for now, the house you had brought the month before not ready to be shown yet.

You were just about to get your phone to check where your brother was when the doorbell rang, the three women couldn’t help but laugh at the small excited squeal that left your mouth.

Pulling the door open you were almost barrelled over by the small body colliding with your legs. “Auntie y/n, I missed you.” The small angelic voice was what you had been waiting to hear for the past 3 hours since waking up. Reaching down you grabbed the little one under her armpits and hoisted her up breathing heavily as you did getting the infectious giggle you were hoping for.

“Wow Riley have you grown or have I got weaker in the last few weeks.” You tickled the girls side as you said this and basked in the girls joyous laughter. This girl was the light of your life and everyone knew it.

“Where’s Auntie Ale?” The breathy way she said it had you chuckling, the tickling obviously taking its toll a little. Popping her back on her feet you told her to go find Alexia in the front room before she could go you pressed a couple kisses to her head which she seemed at before running off as fast as her little legs could carry her. Turning back to the door you pulled your brother and sister into a hug before peaking in the baby seat settled down next to the door.

“She’s perfect.” Your brother beamed at you with that pride in his eyes that only a parent can have. He pulled you back into another hug and said his thanks before telling you to grab her out and have your first Auntie times 2 cuddle.

You walked into the living room with the sleeping baby in your arms to find your families all mixed together, Alexia, Eli and Riley were on one sofa laughing at something the 4 year old was telling them, while your brother, his wife and Alba were pouring more mulled wine and chatting about something obviously interesting if Alba’s face was anything to go by. You glanced down at the little one in your arms, her peaceful resting face exactly how you felt in this moment.

Arms snaked around your waist from behind and a chin rested on your shoulder. “Oh wow she’s perfect.” Turning to kiss the woman’s cheek you took a moment to look at her side profile while she admired the sleeping girl in your arms. You would never understand how lucky you got that she chose you to love in this world but you would spend the rest of your life making sure she never regrets that choice, that’s for sure.

“That’s exactly what I said when I saw her, its the baby button nose I’m sure of it.” You felt the rumble of laughter before it even came out of her mouth. “Do you want to hold her?” The little squeal and unwrapping of her arms from around you was all you needed for confirmation. You handed the little one over to the love of your life and for a moment you swear you could see your future. It had you frozen momentarily as the woman walked towards her mother, before you were broken out of your trance by Alba.

“You okay sis?” You shook your head and turned to the younger Putellas sibling, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her into your side you replied in a slightly dreamy state.

“Yes more than, just saw my future and I’m not sad about it one bit.” With a wink to the slightly shocked woman you squeezed her in a side hug before letting go and making your way into the kitchen to get the rest of dinner going. Turns out you can cook a good Christmas dinner, in fact you did it so well that the first year you didn’t have to after this was 4 years later when Mia Putellas-Y/l/n entered the world just 3 weeks before Christmas Day.

#alexia putellas imagines #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #woso imagines #woso imagine #woso x reader

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shawol-poser · 2 months

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To My Lover From Afar; Record 2

Pairing: Alien AU! Do Kyungsoo x Actress!Reader |CW: Mentions of death, mentions of suicide, but not a lot.|Heavily inspired by the drama series. "My Love From Another Star."||Word Count: 2.9k.

Summary: Do Kyungsoo has been living on planet Earth for the past 400 years after having failed to return home due to unforeseen circumstances. With only a few months remaining before his long-awaited return, he's found himself caught in problems and people that he thought he had left behind centuries ago. Is this what humans call, "fate?"

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“Here.” A young lady, seemingly no older than 16, presents her savior with a poorly rolled scroll.

The hands that hold them out for the other to take slightly tinted, a dark hue staining the underside of her fingernails.

The man in front of her, her savior, accepts it graciously despite its sorry state. Eyes filled with curiosity as he unrolls it.

“Forgive my ignorance, however I cannot read the alien texts that the visitors of the gisaeng house carry around. Hence, my inability to write a hanging scroll. I hope this will suffice in its stead.”

Once his eyes finally greet the contents of the paper, there is nothing he can do but marvel at the ink that washes over it.

A figure that seemed to be the unidentified flying object that brought him to Earth is positioned on the upper corner of the composition. A shape that resembles the moon, floating through a field with tall grass and reeds.

What catches his attention the most however is the sight of his own visage staring back at him. The only difference being the dark robes he once wore, a stark contrast to his current chima jeogori, the image clearly referencing their first encounter.

From what he’s gathered, a young lady such as the one in front of him was expected to be skilled in the arts. But the style presented in front of him wasn’t reminiscent of a style from the current century.

Rather, it more closely resembled a photograph.

His silence must’ve worried the young lady as she spoke up hurriedly. “Look, I’m sorry it’s not what you expected. If you don’t like it, you can just give it back–” she reached out her hand to the man, but he only stepped back and shook his head with a smile.

The shift in the young lady’s diction amusing him as he did. Continuing to marvel at the work in his possession shortly after in silence again.

She stares at him strangely before tilting her head in question.

“You’re very strange, sir. Not that it’s a bad thing, but I’ll definitely remember you because of it.”

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“Oh Y/n? The actress?” In the dabbang across the road, Lee Kwangsoo’s voice rose above the ambience of the room. Eyes wide as he looks at Kyungsoo with disbelief.

Kyungsoo shook his head out of his wandering stupor, and properly paid attention to the older man in front of him. He had decided to meet up with an old friend to inform him of his nearing departure.

And over a round or two of Janggi, a game that Kwangsoo really did not have patience for, the professor had off-handedly mentioned the student that had seemed to be boycotting his lectures.

“Ah, you know her?” The alien’s question is answered with a smack to the arm by his friend from the other side of the table, along with a rather loud verbal response.

“Of course I do! How can you not know who she is? Of course she’s barely in class, she’s too busy being on every commercial and every article on your phone!”

The younger-looking man looks surprised at Mr. Lee’s reaction. “But I don’t have a phone.”

“Now that’s on you! I’ve been telling you for 30 years now to get a phone and you still don’t listen.” While Kyungsoo normally doesn’t like being told what to do like this, especially when it could cause a scene, he smiles after hearing Kwangsoo’s words.

He’s never thought of himself as the sentimental kind, but he does think that he’ll eventually come to miss being scolded like this.

He shakes his head.

“I’ve never needed a phone. Especially not now that I’m leaving soon.” He moves to tidy up the pieces they rented at the dabbang, which prompts a sigh from the man in front of him.

“Three months, huh? I never thought I’d see the day that you’d go home…Ah, it seems all too sudden now.” He takes a sip of the black tea in front of him, seemingly deep in thought, until his expression brightens again.

“Right, I’ve been meaning to ask,”

Do Kyungsoo looks up at him after packing the board and nods in acknowledgement.

“You’ve been here for over 400 years, and you couldn’t go home for a really long while…why is that?”

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“Is the food good?” Chanyeol asks from his side of the table, waiting for your response.

“Hm? Oh uh,” you look at your untouched food and immediately try to cut through the steak in front of you to taste it.

Chanyeol had invited you to a restaurant in a rather upscale part of the city to celebrate his return, but you simply didn’t have an appetite after today.

You hated looking ungrateful, so you expressed your thanks honestly despite this.

“It tastes really good. Thanks for inviting me out.” You responded after swallowing.

Chanyeol frowns at this.

“Hey, I’m sorry I dragged you out here. I just thought you didn’t have any plans tonight.” You sigh and face him earnestly.

“It’s– It’s not your fault, okay? Don’t fucking apologize. A lot has just been going on, and I didn’t have time to rest today.”

Being on set all morning, being chauffeured by X&O’s second, having cameras shoved in your face by being with said X&O’s second, finding out that attendance is mandatory for passing a class, and stressing about a research due tomorrow is putting you so on edge, that you feel like vomiting.

“Anyway, I’ll be fine. So lighten up.” And at your command, he does. As if whatever he was worried about in the first place completely leaves him. Only a bright smile is left on his face.

“Hmm. Whatever it is that you’re worrying about, I’m sure you can do it. Don’t stress about it too much,” He pauses to take another bite of his own steak, continuing only once the meat is in his mouth.

“You’ll get wrinkles faster, did you know that?”

“I liked you more when you were away, did you know that?” He only laughs at your empty words and without even realizing it, you find yourself smiling again.

Your stomach still feels uncomfortably full, but at least you feel a little better.

“Ah, by the way, how has your production work been doing?”

His expression softens as he starts explaining to you all that’s happened while he was in America. About the things that he's learned during one of the music camps he went to, and the people he met at said camps.

“In short, I think I’m getting closer to where I want to be, but that’s still a long time from now.”

“I’m proud of you, Park Chanyeol.”

He knows that you really mean it. He’s been sharing his dreams of pursuing music with you for a really long time now.

And even if he did have to take a 5 year course in a degree that he didn’t like because his father told him to, your encouragement to keep his passion for music alive had been one of the only things keeping him going.

He smiles that boyishly charming smile of his before speaking again.

“Ah right, about today,” The way he starts makes you look at him with laser focus, which he seems to shrink at.

“You know what, never mind.”

“Oh come on, what is it?”

“You were staring at me.”

Your face scrunches up at this.

“Am I supposed to not look at you when you’re talking?”

“I mean—“

“Don’t answer that.”

He looks down at his pretty much done plate, then looks at you. Fidgeting with something in his coat all the while before steeling his expression. As if making up his mind about something.

“Earlier this morning, I was serious. What I said on the car ride to uni.”

You huff and slump a bit at that. “And I know that—“ you’re cut off when he places a pretty black box on the table.

It’s certainly a lofty looking thing.

For something so small, the silver lacework on the double-sided opening looks smaller and really stands out against the black velvet. A sign that the box itself must’ve been curated for a special occasion, along with what was inside.

The sight of it confuses you because you’re definitely feeling something, but you just don’t know what.

You only feel it get stronger once he opens up said box and pushes it towards you.

“Isn’t waiting for 14 years long enough? Oh Y/n, let’s get married.”

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Do Kyungsoo thinks deeply about what to say. He knows what happened, but he’s finding trouble piecing them together into words that will make sense.

“There was an accident.”

Mr. Lee’s eyebrows shoot up at this. “An accident?”

He had thought of many reasons for Kyungsoo’s inability to go home, but this wasn’t the kind of reason he was thinking of at all.

Kyungsoo nods despite his friend’s shock.

“There was someone I was looking after. Long ago, I had spent all the time I had before I left by their side to keep them safe.”

He looks at his hands with that familiar blank expression and exhales calmly.

“In the end, that person ended up dying anyway. I thought that would’ve been the last I saw of her, but something strange happened.”

Now that makes his friend perk right back up again.

“Strange how?”

“On the 29th of December, 12 years ago, I saw something. Maybe I was just tired that night. I was a surgeon in Gyeonggi and there had been a lot of accidents in the area, but I had a bad feeling.”

He recounts feeling ill and weak for a moment when flashing images of a dark place, a sign, and a crying girl running away onto an empty street had suddenly occupied his thoughts.

“So I went there.”

It was strange.

He found himself on the street he saw in his mind just moments before. Just in time to witness everything.

“Oh Y/n, stop!”

“Screw you! Just leave me alone!”

Running in clothes that looked nowhere near appropriate for the weather and worn out running shoes, the girl he saw in his premonition clearly wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. The street light obviously flashing red, telling any pedestrian to stop, but an empty road meant nothing to most.

Her included, it would seem.

He considered leaving once he saw what looked to be a normal squabble amongst friends, but stopped when he saw a speeding truck ready to converge with the young girl the moment she stepped past the pavement.

That moment must have been when it began.

He’s never thought much about anything. He simply does what he is told and obeys silently because more than the unnecessary small talk of his colleagues, and definitely more than being asked lousy questions, he absolutely hates inconveniencing others.

Which is why it surprised him when he found himself moving not of his own accord, as if on autopilot. Using his abilities to freeze time to pull the girl into his arms, then letting nature run its own course again after moving onto the other side of the street.

He looked behind him to check on the truck, before looking at the person in his arms. Finding the same startled, but fierce -looking young woman from 400 years ago with furrowed brows staring back at him.

He smiled gently to reassure the poor woman.

Or at least that was his intention.

His shock must have trumped whatever expression he had as the woman could only stare at him strangely before tilting her head in question.

“You’re very strange, sir.”

The heart-achingly familiar dialogue could only sour the expression he wanted to show. There were no words that he could say that felt right at that moment, and so he just stood there with her in his arms.

This must have alarmed the young girl as her tears from earlier dried immediately as she tried to wave off her comment with a shaky hand. Worried that she had offended him.

“Not that it’s a bad thing! I promise! It makes you more memorable!”

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“Chanyeol-ah,” You look at the ring in the now open box, before turning to look at him directly. “You bought me a ring on my birthday in senior year.”

He readies himself for what’s about to happen, no longer surprised. “I did. But you didn’t accept it.”

You frown once you look at the box again, before pushing it back towards him. “And I’m not going to accept it today either. I’m sorry.”

He sighs, but immediately looks back at you, as if realizing something. “H—Hey, it was worth a shot!”

He’s worried that you might think too deeply into his expression, like you normally do, so he continues.

Undeterred by the dulling pain in his chest.

“I’m not too surprised, but that doesn’t mean I’m not disappointed.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“For what? You said what you wanted, right? Don’t apologize for that, really.” He chuckles as he playfully punches your shoulder.

“Besides, it’s not like I’m giving up. I’ve waited this long, what’s the harm in waiting a bit longer?”

Your still frown only deepens at this. “You’re a really good guy Chanyeol, but I don’t think you should keep waiting.”

“If you really think I’m a good guy, why don’t you tell me the real reason why you don’t want to get married then? “It’s not like I’m not going to get married.”

“Then why not this year?” He’s confident that you’ll marry him, he’s certain of it. But now he just wants to know why not soon.

You stare down at your plate with wide, twitching eyes, wondering if you should bring this up to him again.

Your mouth moves faster than your brain this time.

“The guy that saved me. You remember him, right?”

He tilts his head to the side, knowing immediately who you’re talking about, but can’t seem to answer.

“I mean, I do, but I don’t remember his face.”

You expected that. “I want to find him. You know, thank him for what he did.”

He furrows his brows in question at your response and jolts back up on his seat. Eyes wide.

“Are you really, seriously, holding off marriage for that?”

“I know it’s stupid but—”

“You didn’t even have a conversation with that guy, nor spend hours talking to him, none of that!”

“So that makes it worse! Are you saying that you’d be okay with your wife, who isn’t me by the way,” you immediately stressed out before he got any ideas, “to keep on looking for another man until she finds him and thanks him? And what if she never does and she just keeps on looking for him? Wouldn’t you rather she find him before she agrees to marry you? Otherwise, it just looks like she’s disappointed it's you that walks through her door and not him.”

He thinks about what you just said with a strange amount of seriousness, nodding as you explain yourself.

He then straightens up his back and crosses his arms. Eyes immediately lighting up in mischief as a smile crept on his face. As if liking the implication he conjured up on his own.

“You’ve thought about this a lot, haven’t you?”

“That’s not the fucking point, kid. The point is, I’m sure I’m never going to get that guy out of my head. Completely sure. And I’d feel really bad for the person that I said yes to if I’m still thinking about some other guy while I’m married.”

“Wouldn’t they already feel that way towards your ‘ikemen’ or whatever?”

“No they fucking wouldn’t! I’d indoctrinate them into enjoying them with me. It’s not hard, you know? You already like SHINee and a bunch of other guys I listen to, so it can’t be that hard.” You huff out with your arms crossed, leaning back into your chair in thought as if cursing the possibility.

Park Chanyeol can only observe you from his own chair, shaking his head with a laugh after a while.

He can’t help but both be in awe and disbelief that you are the person that he likes.

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As Do Kyungsoo enters the lobby to of his apartment complex, he spaces out like he usually does. Reflecting on his conversation with Mr. Lee. His feet carrying him home out of muscle memory.

He wonders if that night at the hospital made him see things that never really happened. That the girl he saved 12 years ago was just from another sad dream.

Still, if it wasn’t a dream, he would've liked to see her again before he left.

‘Then again, I probably can’t.’

He’s learned not to waste his breath sighing and being disappointed in things like this, so he settles for staring at the elevator door absently.

Waiting to get off on his floor so that he can prepare for just another day.

Another normal day with nothing exciting to shake up his heart.

Another day where he gets to live silently.

But just like how fate had gifted him an opportunity 400 years ago, fate has decided to gift him another.

A gift in the form of a vaguely familiar woman whose eyes widen upon meeting his own in between the gaps of the opening elevator door.

“Professor Do Kyungsoo?”

‘Whether anyone likes it or not, some things are just bound to happen.’

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fangirleaconmigo · 1 year

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Hay! I just read your Eskel is Magic and I love that story and that sweet version of Eskel. Now I need to go through the rest of your fics. ❤️❤️

Hello! Welcomeeee and thank you!

This is such a lovely message to get, and it gives me a chance to tell fic writers out there a few things I’ve learned.

When I posted that fic, the response was not what I hoped. I knew it was a rarepair but it didn’t do as well as my other Jaskel.

I loved the premise but it didn’t catch on right away.

And yet? Two and a half years later, people have steadily found it and are still finding it! It has slowly but surely found it’s audience.

Fic is a marathon, not a race. It is slowly cumulative. There are people who are just discovering this ship. (There are people out there just discovering much older ships like Spirk or Lestat/Louis)

So what I’ve learned is to stop reloading the page every thirty seconds and feeling let down if the kudos don’t flood in instantly. It’s a long game. Keep writing and have faith in the value of your writing NO MATTER the popularity now or ever.

Because even more important than patience is love for your own fics no matter the response.

I ended up writing nine Jaskier x Eskel fics and I love them all because I just love these two together. And that’s the important thing. I reread them myself because ultimately they are comfort for me and so even if it hadn’t found it’s audience, it would have been worth it.

I’m glad they are in the world, and I’m so happy you enjoyed. And I feel that now about my even less read fics. It was a good lesson.

So thanks for the ask and thanks for giving my writing a chance. Xo

#the witcher #eskel #Jaskier #Jaskel #Jaskier x eskel #asks #writing fic

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moonhoures · 10 months

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📰 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒!

literally me rn 👆🏻

anyways, hello my loves! i’m here to give you some updates on where this blog stands and is (hopefully!) going 🤭

first, what the fuck happened? 🫣

it’s been pretty much exactly a year since i dipped from this account (again). i’m sorry about that. i got a little overwhelmed and frankly just didn’t feel motivated or excited to write for a long time. i tried writing a few things (and got a little far tbh) but i just wasn’t satisfied with any of it. i even had a terrible moment or two where i got very close to deleting this account entirely but i decided against it as i’m really proud of some of the things i put out, and i would’ve been really sad to see it go. i also love all of you very much and appreciate everything you guys have done for or said to me, and i would’ve felt really guilty taking this blog away from you guys. so i promise i won’t be doing that any time soon!

second, first love 🥰

i’m sure most of you have seen my teaser for first love part 5 by now (which, yes, will unfortunately be the last part for the series 😓) but!! i have like 1 or 2 small things i plan on posting before hand to keep you guys fed since it won’t be posted for another month or so. i’ve been working on it as much as i can for the past couple months, but i do work basically every day so i can only write so much 🫤 but yeah, that’s how first love is! i’ll explain some more on it when i can!!

third, asks/messages 💬

i’ve gotten so many sweet messages since i went MIA (a little under 40 😭). i’m sorry to keep all of you waiting, but i promise i’ll try to answer them soon! i did get some negative comments about my absence and such, but i won’t be answering any of those publicly. i don’t want to feed into them. i understand i’ve done this multiple times & it’s annoying, and i apologize for that. writing is a big passion of mine (as is interacting with all of you!) but it can get draining running this account sometimes. i’m trying my best, and i appreciate your patience with me. i’m definitely undeserving of it.

fourth, also! ☝🏻

i have decided that from now on i will not be taking requests. as much as i love writing specific stuff that you guys want, it does give me a little anxiety. so i will only be taking very limited requests for drabble games and stuff like that in the future. i hope you guys understand 🫶🏻

i also decided to delete my twitter account (well, it kind of got hacked? i think? idk i had trouble with it and basically can’t get back in and don’t want to create a whole new one) so i wont be answering asks with twitter links anymore for this reason.

fifth, comebacks?! 🤩

i’ve recently tried to catch up on some of the comebacks i missed. txt’s temptation ep, monsta x’s reason ep, enhypen’s dark blood ep, and skz’s 5 star album have been in my rotation lately and i love them!! (duh) so if any of you want to stop by my inbox and fangirl over them with me i’d absolutely love that 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

lastly, a thank you 💌

thanks to all of you that continued to follow me, leave likes/reblogs/comments, and message me while i was gone. you guys truly don’t understand how much your support for me means. like i said, i was close to deleting this account all together, but i decided against it, and it was largely because of you. i decided to keep writing because of you. re-reading all of the precious comments you’ve left me on my older work motivated me and inspired me to continue writing first love which sparked my joy again. so, thank you. i also hope some of you read this and it encourages you to leave love for other writers like myself. you could be the one that changes someone’s entire outlook on their account and keep them going. at the very least, you’ll make their day 💕

also, thank you for 4,000 followers??? um what the fuck??? i’ve never had so many people supporting me, i’m actually losing my marbles rn please help me find them??? (that was such a lame joke, okay i’m going to bed soon 😭🥱 ily bye)

i love you. i love you. i love you. more content is coming soon. promise. 😚💗

#moon’s announcements 📢

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ohheyjudesummers · 11 months

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Pride Aside (part 2) - Gojo Satoru Fanfic

The previous chapter is here 😉 check it out please.

Title inspired by song/lyrics: All pride aside by Dram Feat. Summer walker.

If I give you what you want Here's what I need from you To be the kind of man who makes Lovin' you so easy to do Keep the same amount of energy you're givin' now And I'll make sure to be the only queen you give a crown And boy, I hope you're bein' up front 'Cause how you say you in love When you treat me like a drug?

-Present day-

"Y/N!? Look who decided to step out from her hermit cave and join the party!"

You were aware that it was meant to be a joke. But given your circumstances as of late, you couldn't help but feel a deep pang of annoyance soaring through you. The feeling is heightened when Gojo follows his words with a laugh.

Play it cool, you tell yourself. you're older than him girl, so you have to be more mature.

Craning your head upward, to look into his blue eyes, you respond flatly. "Hi, Gojo. Where's Drew?"

Gojo's smile widens "I just got here a couple of short minutes ago so I haven’t seen Drew yet but I’m sure he’s around. And don't be so stand offish, honey. You know I'm just poking fun. Between our traveling hockey games and practice, I feel like I haven't seen you in forever when we're home. Glad to see that dork isn't keeping you hostage."

seriously?

You couldn't stop yourself from screwing your face into a scowl.

Over the years, for whatever reason, Gojo had taken a habit of occasionally calling you that—Honey. You don't know why he gave you the nickname, and when you asked, he simply laughed as if it were some inside joke. You'd given up on getting a serious answer out of him and settled. It wasn't like he called you it when you guys were around people you knew—it always seemed to be during the times when you two were alone. So that wasn't the reason for your expression. No, that was due to something else that came out of his mouth.

"Jason. His name is Jason, not 'Dork'. And he wasn't holding me hostage. " You correct him. "Also, he broke up with me."

Gojo's smile widens, "I know he did, Honey."

Note to self: Don't vent to Drew about anything anymore.

Should you have really been surprised that your brother ran and told Gojo about your breakup? The two's relationship hadn't wavered over the years. If anything, they became like brothers since being recruited into the hockey league.

"How much did he tell you exactly?" You probe him with narrowed eyes. "I hope to God you didn't go around making jokes about it with your friends ."

"Get real, honey, do I look like I would do something like that? I get that I poke fun at you every now and then, but I wouldn't go talking about something like that. I swear." He motions for a cross over his broad chest. "I mean it, though. You hardly come around anymore so I'm happy you're here.”

Gee, I wonder why is it that I don’t feel inclined to be around in the first place.

You thought darkly.

Much has changed over the years between you and Gojo. Besides the fact that you were now no longer taller than him and he was visibly more muscular, all of which was thanks to him and drew becoming professional athletes. His attitude towards you got a little harder to deal with. Sure, you still cared about him but Gojo had become a handful- whether that was due to his success that fueld his occasional condescending cockiness or not, you weren’t sure. There were still moments where he showed that he was still that hard headed but caring boy who appreciated your presence and patience with him—even if he didn't verbally express it. And then there were other moments when it seemed as if he reveled in the attention that being a star hockey player brought him. The attention, and the women.

Can’t say It's hard to believe, honestly.

You didn't always like to blatantly stare, out of fear that Gojo would catch you and his head would grow bigger. However, when the media first became aware of the initial rookie in the league, Gojo had amassed quite a fan base based solely on his appearance. You no longer had to look down at him, but rather up at him. His features had been honed, and he appeared more masculine. As for his physique? He’d grown more muscular, albeit subtly so.

Gojo, in short, had the confidence, money, looks, and skill that made him appealing from all angles—and he knew this, you were sure.

Now if only he actually took things seriously and wasn't a jackass a good chunk of the time, he would be near perfect for-

Woah. absolutely not.

You had to stop yourself from thinking about that before you went any further. Yes, since you guys had become adults, you'd admittedly, and silently, begun to admire Gojo as his own man. You knew it wasn't really bad to find him attractive; anyone with eyes could admit that he was physically so. You just didn't care for the way your mind tended to drift, especially during those moments when he was more tolerable to be around. You tended to find yourself thinking about how things could be if certain bits of your life were different.

But then he'd bring you back to reality by simply opening his mouth.

"I'll find Drew myself." You mumble, sidestepping his frame and walking further into the backyard.

Some would acknowledge your actions as a sign of dismissal. Gojo, on the other hand, felt inclined to follow by your side—and tiringly so. He didn't provide much direction or hint as to where Drew was—he was too busy passing pleasantries with anyone who greeted him as you guys walked by. Some, particularly women, felt so familiar with him that they went up and hugged him (which he didn't seem to be bothered with from the way he hugged back). Each time

you tried to drift further from Gojo and the entourage he seemed to gain, it felt as if he would walk faster to keep up with you. Escaping him, felt nearly impossible.

"You know you don't have to tag along with me? I'm sure we'll both find Drew eventually, at our own pace. This backyard isn't that big." You say once the two of you are alone.

But Gojo gives you an incredulous look. "You can't possibly think I'm gonna let you slip away that easily. I think I let you avoid me enough—which was kind of mean of you."

"What are you even talking about?" You stop in your tracks and turn to him at the accusation. "Have you really become so self-absorbed that you can't notice when your actions affect people around you? If anyone's been mean, it's been you, Gojo."

At this moment, Gojo is at a loss for words. His expression slowly deflates from its lax smugness and turns into one of perplexity. In all the years he'd known you, even as a child, you'd never once spoken to him so harshly.

"I'm happy for you, and Drew, for becoming professional hockey players. But ever since you became official, you've been more of a jerk than I usual, and I've put up with it. Especially when I used to come to Drew's get togethers back then more often. And the last time I came by with Jason, it was actually worse than the other times. So, trust me, I'm even shocked that I still felt the urge to come by when I probably should of avoided coming here as a form of self-care.” You rant.

Even though the music and bustle of the people around you guys drowned out your conversation, you had an inkling not to make a scene. At the same time, you couldn't help but lash out at Gojo.

You'd had enough of men who were self-centered and refused to be as emotionally attentive to you as you were to them.

You rub your throbbing temple as you exhale a shaky sigh and try your hardest to get a good grip on your thoughts.

Space. I need space. Being around him is just triggering me more.

"You know what? Can you please just leave me alone-"

"Hey! My two favorite people are here!"

Drew's jovial voice is suddenly in close proximity to both you and Gojo. Before you get a chance to follow the direction of the voice, you feel a heavy arm drape itself over your shoulders.

You look to your left, where the firmness of Drew's side is at yours. Your brother looks down at you with a beaming smile.

"You made it; I was getting worried for a sec, Y/N." He pauses to look over at Gojo. "And you finally rolled out of bed. I swear, when we're on break like this, you have the most unstable sleeping schedule. I can't tell when you're up or sleeping in. Hey, are you alright?"

Drew, for the first time since inserting himself in the conversation, notices the troubled expression on Gojo's face.

"Yeah," he says after a moment, blinking rapidly. a faint smile forms on his lips. "I just need a drink, that's all. Please tell me you've got something good here this time. At the last party it felt like I was drinking Kool-Aid."

Gojo's diverging of the topic does the trick quite well—in the case of Drew—because in that moment, your brother responds proudly, "See, this time, the drinks are gonna have us all on our asses tonight. Remember those friends we made? The ones who worked at that bar we visited that one time? Well, they made the drinks in the dispenser at the table, so be warned. From what I saw, they were a bit heavy handed with the Everclear."

"Sounds good; I think I'll go make me a drink."

"AHT, Aht! Before you do that, there are actually some girls want to meet the two of us.”

And

Ok, that's gross, and that's my cue to head over to the drinking table and mingle.

Obviously, you all weren't kids anymore and were venturing through adulthood while gathering life experiences. Well, life experiences and intimate ones. You might not have known much about hockey, but you weren't oblivious to the lifestyle of a successful athlete. People gravitate toward them and try to win their favor in various ways.

It wasn't your business what Drew did as an adult, though you still viewed him as your baby brother you needed to look out for. To some extent, you extended this sentiment to Gojo. But, once again, only to a point.

For the moments you used to be around Gojo more often, with other mutual associates included, you found yourself uncomfortable when they tended to bring up sex. You weren't a prude; you enjoyed sex. However, if they even mentioned the topic, or in this case, the possibility of engaging in it with others, you felt compelled to leave.

You could see the table with the cups and large drink dispensers from where you were standing. Apart from a few familiar faces, the bright colors of the liquid visible through the clear dispensers looked inviting.

"I'm going to go mingle with some people and grab a drink. You guys have fun." You announce to Drew.

You don't even bother looking at Gojo, despite the fact that you can feel his eyes probing you. You turn and walk casually towards the table.

"Alright! try not to drink too much!" Drew calls.

You simply wave, merely to give your brother confirmation that you heard him—not that you would comply with his words.

The drink and its effects would wear off Which was fine—you didn't want to depend on it in life. But for the night, you wanted to overindulge as much as your body could handle. You needed to escape from being so doting and caring for others before yourself. You wanted to run from remembering your difficult breakup and thinking about the men in your life who didn't appreciate you despite your care for them.

You wanted to feel free.

And you would.

After tonight's events, it would all very well make you unconstrained—hence, fourth—in more ways than one.

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zimshan · 8 months

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august braindump: on the state of tv and heartstopper

the last year has been such a strange time for me and tv. i honestly cannot remember a time i watched less new tv shows. it’s not for lack of trying but every show/season i started, i was just dragging my heels to finish. some of that is because they’re older shows that aren’t as good as their earlier seasons. stranger things s4 took me an entire year to finish. the pacing was just wildly off to me, and that’s disappointing after the incredible structure of s1. some of that is because of subject matter. i haven’t been able to work myself up to watch outlander after the s5 finale because i just don’t have the mental bandwidth for a sexual trauma storyline. babylon berlin i stopped watching because they were threatening to kill another kid. i’ve noped out of so many shows because of the ratcheting stakes, something that i'm so so tired of seeing done just for the hell of it.

of all the shows, i probably watched the great s2 quickest because it was just so off the wall and the tone of s1 still fascinates me. but even that dragged and was partly guilt tripping to justify my hulu subscription, and i could never let my guard down because it was always going for the most outrageous grotesque thing. i’m stalled on s3 now that they’re killing off characters left and right.

i watched shadow and bone s2 like 15-20 minutes at a time in july because i just found it a snoozefest compared to s1. i legit just wanted to finish it to cross it off my list. how terrible is that? the moment i finished, i started the fame game, a bollywood show, literally because of one gifset on my dash. and watched that 4x faster than anything else i’ve seen all year. cementing my idea that the best of netflix is their international shows. but that shit was pretty dark too.

so beginning of august, i opened up netflix sleep deprived and looking for something to get my mind off my impossible deadline and fuel some writing inspiration. someone on my dash was recently talking about Heartstopper, and it reminded me i missed watching it last year when everyone was talking about it. so seeing it pop up on my netflix screen, i absentmindedly thought, "what the hell let’s see what the fuss is about" and started the first episode. and you know it did the impossible. it grabbed me from the first few frames, and i looked up 2 hours later like oh right sleep. and now i just want to analyze it like a bug. what the hell makes it work where others have failed?

the binging culture inherent to streaming tv is fascinating to me because i almost never do it. if there is one anti-binger out there, she is me. i miss the era of one episode a week on a certain night every day for years. my patience maxes out at 45 minutes every time. i think it’s terrible that shows need to be so bingeable millions of people have to watch an entire season in a weekend to get renewed. because even the best shows i can't commit to doing that for. where does anyone find the time or brainspace, idek.

i know most of the coverage and reaction to the show seem to be about representation and i agree. but there’s something about the elements of Heartstopper that just work where other tv shows lately have faltered and i want to break it down for parts. because on paper it does seem so simple. some of it really is just basic storytelling in tv. those first three episodes are key and the pacing is excellent, every second counts and the acting, editing, and music really drive the show and keep it compelling. on rewatch, i can see how the addictive quality is very much in the editing, in the music, to keep it punchy so that you never think to stop watching. but it’s also in the white space, the moments they give to the lead actors to let a moment breathe. i've been beating this drum for decades now but this show gave so many good examples of it.

several 5-minute sequences caught me thinking god that so compelling why how. the one that stood out on rewatch is the texting sequence in 102 after nick’s interception of the assault scene. there’s zero dialogue but the editing, acting, and music work together to feel the weight of the moment and then lift up from there.

all these essentials combine with something unique like the animations as visual representations of emotions and attraction and create some kind of magical alchemy. it’s been a long time since i’ve thought about it but “lightning in a bottle” describes the best seasons of tv i’ve seen: where it feels like everyone on set, all the actors, every one of the crew, writers, directors, care about the story and are working on all cylinders to do their best job. in the age of streaming, this seems to be more rare than ever and learning about mini writing rooms during the WGA strike has helped to understand why. so has seeing those checks to send home the overall state of residuals in the streaming era. to do the best job people need to be paid fairly. full stop.

so i started Heartstopper and watched 4 episodes in the blink of an eye. the next day, 6; the last day 4. then i did a thing i almost never do anymore: i looked up the soundtrack. music has always been a driver for me, a tv show that nails a score or soundtrack is always gonna get under my skin more than one that doesn’t. it’s part of the necessary ingredients for a good show for me. all my forever tv loves, music plays a central role, music that defines and sets the tone for the show and then becomes forever married to it. you can create a list of the songs and play it back and see the show unfurl again in your mind. its my favorite way of revisiting a show without actually watching it, after a good vid that is. but it works best when the music is a dead lock for the scene or character and typically this is sound driven more than lyrically driven. this show uses a 2012 era style sound i already have a strong affinity for, i have multiple work playlists from the last decade to drive me through a deadline with Foster The People, Fitz and the Tantrums, et al.

but it also did a thing i haven't seen in a long while: the lyrics were used as an extension of the script for internal character POV. in the first episode alone you have the following lyrical-visual pairs: -i'll go anywhere you want to go on charlie getting ben's text to meet -i wanna get lovesick with you on nick watching charlie run and asking him to join the team -right before i'm swallowed by my mind and cursing at the sky on charlie out of place on the rugby field before nick pulls him in to the group -what's the point of looking at the view? cause every time i do i just see you on elle and tao missing each other -the world ends it's you and me/in my head if we can be together/maybe we'll live forever on nick tackling charlie and the leaves animations around them -i see the signs of a lifetime on nick getting charlie's thank you x text paired with the flowing bird animations roll to the credits

this is vidding happening here.

so i spent a good two days listening to the soundtrack and related albums as i got through my deadline. and then i started getting some more questions about the timeline on the story (the soundtrack is of a style popular circa 2012 that i associate with 8tracks playlists even though the actual songs are a bit later, 2015 onwards) and looked up the books the show was based on. i started Solitaire after seeing it was the author’s first book and wanting to read tori’s POV after the glimpses in the show got me thinking about her elder daughter role.

then i looked up the comics when i realized the timeline of Solitaire was a year later and wanted to fill in the gaps. and wow, i’m in awe of how much of the show was already here, how much detail went into the show to match certain frames. the comics are basically acting as storyboards for the show. i used to do the most basic storyboarding for vidding a lifetime ago. i’ve recently gotten the storyboarding itch again the last few months after watching some BTS docs on TCM about storyboard artists and remembering how fascinating and underappreciated the skill actually is. there's some beautiful storyboarding out there, but it doesn't have to be beautiful, it's just got to be functional. at its heart, it's about the frame, the shot, the visual that tells the story. and a lot of that is already done in the comics and translated straight to screen.

i’m inspired learning about alice oseman’s story as a young author, how she started and finished Solitaire before graduating high school, writing the story she wished she saw on the shelves. then how she was taken with her two secondary characters and started teaching herself how to draw to visualize and bring to life their own journeys. it’s such a great example of how storytelling takes on a life of its own and how you are not defined by only your current skillset. there are no boundaries on creativity and curiosity but the ones we self-impose on ourselves.

the last few years, i’ve been thinking a lot about why some works fail to resonate while others succeed, especially in regard to book to screen adaptation. it probably started with the absolute fail that was GOT S8 and rereading THG next to the films and grown from there with my TCM pandemic focus. obviously it’s a gamechanger when the author is the showrunner and that alone is rare. the whole nature of Heartstopper as a webcomic first and driven by subscribers and kickstarter donations is unique as well. alice has built up a passionate audience to create for that helped promote the show and that makes a lot of difference.

but the streaming element is an added issue. by the time i finished season 2, my one overriding thought was wow, imagine society if this had aired 20 years ago. i couldn't help but think of the kids this show could have helped, seeing such an sincere example of queer community on screen. but interrogating that further, i know it’s a silly thought. it wouldn’t have gotten made at all. in 2000, dawson's creek kicked up hate over one gay kiss that amounted to almost nothing. my best friend at 15 came out as gay and felt like he had to pirate QaF asap as the only piece of queer rep around but something far outside of our age group. this story is age appropriate for the age that needs it. in 2023, homophobic parents are waging wars on the school board and libraries in our area for carrying books with queer representation including those of oseman's. no network would greenlight 22 episodes of a queer tumblr webcomic. netflix gave the show 4 hours for its first season in the middle of the pandemic. it only gets made in the streaming era. it is a product of the times, even if the story originates 10 years earlier.

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the picture of queer community and lifting up and supporting others is essential for the age this is targeting. i know i'm 20 years older than that target and am mindful of that. this show is not for me. but it's been a while since i've watched a teen series, probably skam, which is a big outliner in teen shows. i think from my dash i assumed the show was going to be pure teen fluff but instead was surprised how much texture it has. the love story is the focus of the gifsets, but it does sell the show short imo. the world doesn’t ignore the dark parts---homophobic bullies, abusive partners and clueless parents, trauma and its long tail, anxiety and eating disorders, the ways love and community can uplift and support but not cure. reading Solitaire i can see where it’s coming from, a dark story that starts the verse. the darkness is there not ignored but part of the journey. its presence makes the light more powerful. but its best virtue is that despite its dark parts, it’s at heart a comforting story. and i think this is an overarching reason why it succeeds as a show. the comic does right by each character and in turn cares for the reader. so everyone working on it saw the story as a comfort themselves and did right by the story. that care shows on screen.

the way Solitaire ends is a thesis statement of sorts for the osemanverse: support and lift each other up, you’re not alone and stronger as a community. it matches skam's thesis, and heartstopper continues it. that reminder is a balm to these times. it's the ethos of organizing but it got lost in isolation of the last few years. its simplicity is part of its power. part of lightning in a bottle is timing. i know some people have lived with this story for years, but after 4 long plague years, its sincerity speaks to me. i can’t think of a reminder i needed more than this story at this time. sometimes you really do stumble on the right story right when you need it.

anyway, this verse has gotten in my brain now so fair warning. heartstopper/osemanverse posting ahead.

#heartstopper #ive been stuck in bugs grief narrative for too long #this is a balm to my soul #i love it but im also breaking it down for parts #my txt #RB off #2023 #sometimes youre just running on empty and dont even realize it til a fandom blindsides you #havent done a tv braindump in ages #this is why #long post #pulling together all of my tag thoughts into one post

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wytfut · 1 year

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tubing and tech

Well as you may have noticed below.... I’ve jumped into the YouTube pool.

I’ve been a follower of youtube for many years actually, as several channels just hold my interest. Vise Grip Garage, Puddin’s Fab Shop, Iron Trap garage, Matts off road rescue, Trail Nater, Casey Ladelle, Beards and bikes, just a portion of my subscriptions (for those that don’t know, subscriptions are free).

Also have a few other channels that my Hunny and I watch together. We found out a few years ago, we both enjoy travel/adventures shows. And youtube has many. 4 we now follow together.

Most channels post weekly, some twice a week, while others (possibly mine) are a few times a year.

Enough promoting....

I’m not a “techie” sort of guy. In fact, as I get older, I loose patience much faster, and techie things can really get a rise out of me.

For example....

I don’t understand, why credit card readers can’t be a standard across the board. It appears each of the companies that design these blue hair killers, is trying to out build ergonomically/technically each other. It has nothing to do with the customer, but more sales to the owner of the devices... well that’s how I see it. “OOOOO SHINEY, me likey, me want”

I approach every counter when I pull out my card with a certain amount of apprehension. no neck veins sticking out, but enough to get my attention, especially if its dealing with a long line of customers. Sometimes maybe enough to challenge holding my water..

Standing there, a small amount of neck sweat appears, trying to figure out this device from hell, operating procedure. I swear, that blinking at me, is actually winking, as a dare.....

Beep Boop this, Beep Boop that.... no no... A sigh from the attendant. People behind me giving a big sigh (I know they are, my mind can hear it). Boop boop, beep... “who played Tarzan in 1929?” ... AAAAAAGGGGHHH! Am I peeing?

Don’t give me any crap, about the “tap” theory too. “oh its so wonderful, just walk thru” Dig out my “tap” card.... nothing. Tap the attendant on the forehead, his cell phone, my beer purchase.... run outside and throw card in parking lot. “Sir?, thats your medicare card....”

Then.... Cell phone taps???? WTH? I’d have to buy a new cell phone every few months. As I to the congenial love “TAP!” ....

Also what about those “apple” systems, where its on a screen in front of you, and they ask you about tip amount. You know the attendant has the very same screen in front of them, to judge you (its part of their job title description. “character card usage sizeup”). I tip, I really do, and I’m not socially correct about it, I’m finding out. But I really don’t want to tip when I’m standing at the counter, before I receive my product of choice. What about that $1 purchase, and they ask for a tip. I’m being judged for that???? And another thing, you know the character size up standards that they are looking at? I’m tired of the “dimwitted” group.

Imagine me then jumping in with both feet, in the youtube pool. Let me give you a run down...:

Filmed my first episode on 6 generation old equipment with a bucket of Amazon assesories, and a whim.... 3 LONG SESSIONS

Edited first episode on new program with same 6 generation old equipment. New program was in Navajo tech, I struggled, but it wasn’t a murder scene. umm.... yeah, very long time. Was like trying to learn to drive British in the fog.

First episode was coming out at 50+ minutes total length.

Down loaded on youtube site (this too all new to me)... they spoke pig latin with the word game “jumble” mixed in. I got a little bit sweaty, and I could feel blood pressure in my eyes.

To down load 50+ minutes it took over 6 hours. Mean while I’m robbing my Wife internet ban, enough, that she is reminding me that its doing that frequently yelling downstairs, and well, you know... her shows.. “BRUCE!! MY SHOWS!!” .... I’m a bit hard of hearing.... “YOUR HOES???” you get the drift..

Then after the 6 hours, youtube rejects my video, because its over 15 minutes long. WTH!!?

Back to my editing program.... another very long time and created 4 episodes out of the one, all had to be reedited. YIPPEE!! Good few hours there.

While waiting for first episode to “upload” to youtube, I find some new rules that I hadn’t seen previously, that if I click this certain button, I can make as big of videos as I wish. Now I can feel the veins in my eyes pulsing....

Took about 6 hours to get them all uploaded. All time told together.... it took about 5 years off my life.

2 days later I realize I forgot 3 kinda important topics I needed to cover in the videos. I’M NOT GOING TO REEDIT NOTHING. THIS 5TH VIDEO WILL BE .... 5 OF 4 I don’t care.

My bucket of Amazon assesories? .... mostly scattered between house and garage, getting lost, as of yet, no need for 99% of it.

Gotta admit, by the time I got the 4th one edited, that editing program, was pretty simple. If you ignore Navajo, and look for the stick figures, it all pans out.

Suspect its all going to come easier and smoother as I go. I’m far from anything close to my channels that I watch, but I’m not going for that kind of class. And definitely not the money.

Supposively, the idea behind “tech” is to make it simpler, and convenient. I’d like to sit in my car with a crayon to handle my transactions before I die, then if thats ok. It that too much to ask??

To everyone, who reads these and gives the old thumbs up, and a comment... most appreciated. Like I’ve said, this a great stressor for me....

And the same to those who have commented on my youtube channel. Very kind. And wish me luck on the future there.

There will be a mishmash just like here of topics. Although Excelsior Henderson stuff will be an important part.

L8TR

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Hii I just finished reading your fic and let me tell you it was fantastic!! I read it expecting another fun swap au, which it was, but damn the amount of feels in this fic hurts...

I also wanted to encourage you to take all the time you need with the fic!! I’ll be delighted to be able to read it whenever it comes out so please dont put pressure on yourself to finish it…It gives me more time to make completely wrong theories abt it anyway lol.

Speaking of theories I’ve already spent an embarrassing amount of time on the demon slayer wiki trying to find the identity of the muscular girl to no avail :(

Hmm despite that I have another theory I don't think anyones mentioned yet…is the flute player in the infinity fortress Himejima?? I know this sounds ludicrous but he’s the only guy I can think of besides Yorichi who is associated with a flute. I also remember another commenter pointing out the smell of Wisteria in the infinity fortress…Shinobu is that you?? I’m pretty sure the flower pillar isn’t Kanae in this au so maybe the butterfly girls are all demons now…oh god demon Shinobu and Himejima what terrifying concepts…Don’t worry I don’t expect you to confirm anything now I just really enjoy overthinking things haha

On a side note I really loved reading abt your thoughts on Genya!! (I’m the Genya anon lol) I agree he’s such a unique character and his abilities are very cool!

…Out of curiosity tho what do you think of Genya and Sanemi’s relationship?? I recently reread the manga and it brought me nothing but pain so I’d love to hear your thoughts on them!

Thank you so much! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the fic (and apologies for the heartbreaking moments). I appreciate your patience with the wait, I definitely needed the break and I’m really excited about writing the next parts, especially once mission start taking place!

I know a lot of people have been asking and trying to figure out who muscular girl is, but I’m gonna stay quiet on this until she comes back later. I will say, I may or may not have to tweak a few things about her design to fit the wiki better because…well…she’s appeared in the anime and I got a small detail about her wrong (that I’m fixing soon, no worries!).

Ooh, and same goes for your theories! You have SOME ideas correct, and though we won’t be seeing the Upper Moons in this AU again until MUCH later, the subtle hints are there.

To give a hint as to who certain characters may be and who could be involved in the future (especially the demons), I will say all KNY spin-offs, short stories/light novels, and gaiden books are fair game.

Thank you, I’m glad you liked my little rant about Genya! He’s honestly one of my favorite characters and I could go on and on about him. And that love has certainly been reignited by Season 3, so don’t be surprised if you see that Genya has a bigger role in the AU too!

(Major Manga Spoilers Ahead)

As for his relationship with Sanemi, I think it has to be one of the most heartbreaking storylines of the entire series.

I’ll be honest, at first during my initial read-through of the series, I didn’t really like Sanemi. I’m typically not a fan of characters that bully others and are needlessly cruel, especially when they know it’s wrong and acknowledge that it hurts others and do nothing to change.

It especially frustrated me because I’m pretty close with my siblings, and doing something like that (even for good intentions) just rubbed me the wrong way.

It wasn’t until I read somewhere that in a way, Sanemi was meant to parallel Tanjiro’s story/tragedy that I finally started to understand and appreciate the complexity of his character more.

The fact that both the Kamados and Shinazugawas came from big families (which were killed by a demon), had a loved one turned who the older brother fought, and had said older sibling join the Corps to protect their only remaining younger sibling will never fail to blow my mind. That is high-tier storytelling that I will never get over.

It took a few rereadings of the manga (specifically on Sanemi’s backstory) and watching Genya’s POV on their backstory recently for Season 3 (along with the extra scenes that absolutely crushed me) that I began to understand both the Shinazugawa brothers better.

Deep down, both brothers wanted to mend their relationship with each other, but Sanemi had lost so many good people in his life even after he left home, and rationalized that they needed to be kept at arms length so he could protect them.

He was a marechi, and naturally drew demons to him. Sanemi was fully prepared to embrace that life and what fighting them would entail, but that meant keeping loved ones away so they wouldn’t get tangled in with what he had to do.

Again, I’m not the biggest fan of Sanemi, but I have a lot of respect for the development and symbolism his character is meant to represent. Even if he went about it the wrong way, I can see why he acted the way he did and respect the lengths he would go to to protect Genya when the chips were down in the Infonity Castle Arc. He and Genya truly capture the tragic siblings trope KNY loves to use, and their story will forever be one of my biggest takeaways from the series.

Sanemi perfectly embodies the “you don’t realize what you had until you’ve lost it” quote, and the fact that he’s one of the last survivors of the demon war says a lot.

I will say, I DEFINITELY have plans on how I want to tackle their relationship (and how it may change due to changed events) in my AU, so be on the lookout for that as well!

Thank you so much for asking! Let me know if you’d like me to go a little more in-depth on anything or if you would like me to talk about any more characters, storylines, or headcanons/theories!

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #ask #ask me questions #children of fuchsia light and demon fire #demon slayer fanfic #kny rants #genya shinazugawa #sanemi shinazugawa

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helloo! i hope that you’re having an amazing day!! i saw your blog through one of my mutuals and let me tell you, im amazed! you are so talented. do you have a watt pad? or will you publish books in the future? id love to support you. 🤍

okay im sorry if that’s too personal I just got carried away 😄. i wanted to join your ship game if its still possible. fandoms i choose are peaky blinders, harry potter and stranger things.

about me: she/her, heterosexual, infp

little bit more:

i love reading and annotating books.

i love baking especially things that have chocolate in.

i love Winter and snowy days .( im happy that they’re close now anyways)

i am afraid of bugs (sadly) but i hate it when someone kills them.

i like drawing and sketching.

i am fascinated by different cultures but always keep a safe line between so I don’t come off as disrespectful.

i love it when people are thoughtful and understanding towards each other.

i hate conflicts and people misunderstanding me.

fun fact; i love ballet and bella hadid (but I have many more loved celebrities like lily rose 😌) 🫶🏼

i like vintage and retro stuff

my personality: quiet and cold from outside but if you’d get to know me i am not cold 🤧. would say emphatic and sensitive but I don’t know how others see me 😄.

okay that’s it! Thank you so much for your time energy and patience. Have a great day, waiting more posts from you 🫶🏼🥰

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋

I am LITERALLY DOING PUPPY DOG EYES RIGHT NOW, why would you say such a nice thing! I'm actually going to cry. Your support means so much to be. I actually am writing a book! I started it for my uni assignment and I decided I want to publish it someday (although there's a long way to go before THAT ever happens <3)

What each ship has in common:

⋆ They’re usually the leader/in charge ⋆ Responsible ⋆ The person who people look to for advice ⋆ Get shiz done ⋆ Get along well with kids (I mean Tommy might not fit in this but he does love his children very much)

𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Thomas Shelby! I can see your relationship firstly being a fake one. Where you have something he wants and vice versa; you get married to so his business can progress even further, and you do it so your family is protected/safe/well-looked after. While spending more time with each other, you fall in love.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Very sarcastic and witty with each other

・Relationship tropes; ‘partners in crime,’ ‘fake relatiopnship > falling in love > actually happy you married each other.’

・He buys you anything and everything. I mean it gets excessive. You probably donate a lot of stuff to charity/neighbours/family/friends. He doesn’t mind. He just wants you to have everything you ever dreamed of

・Isn’t big on pet names, probably calls you a variation of your first name. Maybe even your last name

・Rocky relationship until you understand Tommy’s motives; not just about the business, but himself, his backstory, the war etc

・You’re always protected - you’re literally apart of the Shelby family. No one tells you what todo, actually no one even denies you anything. I feel like you could do WHATEVER you wanted and no one would bat an eye

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Remus Lupin! (Whatever age you wish) the only difference would be that Older Remus is a bit more mature and ... has suffered more ... I’m so sorry I could have worded that better but my brain is having a hissy fit <3

AND! I actually want Joseph Quinn to play young Remus Lupin? Tell me he wouldn’t fit the role so fricken well??

Okay so I think you two would be such a good match! I get the sense that you’re very kind, moreso then you realise. Compassionate and caring also, which would catch Remus’ eye.

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Being so so soft with each other - like holding hands, stroking each other’s hair, swift kisses, rubbing the palm of his hand.

・He likes to rest his head in your lap. It’s where he feels safest, and the most calm.

・On full moon nights, (when he isn’t able to take his potion) he will lock himself in a room, chain himself up and you have to listen to his cries/whines/howls all night...

・Being a really really strong couple - your relationship is founded on honesty, real love and understanding. People look up to you guys.

・He likes it when you hum, or sing. It makes him feel all fuzzy inside - he hadn’t ever dreamed of someone falling in love with him.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Steve Harrington! I get ‘it’ girl vibes from you to be honest, like you would totally be queen bee - but not in a mean way - not at all negative. I just think you would do really well in a leading role!

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Making fun of his hair, trying to mess it up and Steve is like “Hey! Woah woah woah what are you doing little missy!” And he’s swatting your hand away

・THE KIDS LOVE YOU. If Steve is the Mum then you would take a more relaxed approach. Because I love it the thought of him being absolutely worried about these kids and so overprotective. “Dustin put that down,” “Lucas do not make me come over there,” “Max I WILL pull this car over!”

And you’re like, “honey it’s okay. Really it’s alright.” Trying to soothe your flustered boyfriend who is taking this babysitting thing so goddamn seriously

・Making a playlist for him, and it’s about how you feel. He gets giddy dude. “For me? Babe! I love it!!!” And he scoops you up and spins you around. He plays it all the time. Everywhere. In his room. In his car. In other people’s car. He takes it everywhere with him.

・Is so much more responsible then people give him credit for - like your parents (or single parent/guardian up to you) thought Steve was a playboy who was up to no good. But he was literally the one making sure everyone else was safe

・Getting drunk with Steve, can you imagine? He comes up with the most randomest stuff. But I also feel like he would be worried what you’d say (because of what happened with Nancy) but you just gush about how much you love him and never want to be without him. He is literally a blushing mess and won’t stop repeating ‘I love you y/n’

#ship #get shipped #let me ship you #ship game #love you guys

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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. @mimomis Rin matchup story - Event 2A

Protagonist is named Yuu.

Side notes/me yapping:

I’m so sorry for making your matchup so short, I really did you dirty :( When I start a new thing I usually don’t like the first or second parts that I make whether it’s a drawing or a story. I hope I can break that pattern and make it up to you with this one!

Most of this piece builds backstory when the two main protagonists were children. ‘sleepover’ is used in context with them being kids. I’m not about to write a sleepover between two 16-year-olds 😀

Before divider 1: Yuu and Rin are children; elementary school age

After divider 1: Middle school-ish

Also, I don’t know how long it took for Rin to snap after Sae returned from Spain. In this story, it unfolds over several weeks to which he hit his breaking point. In the manga – I’m pretty sure it happens in a singular chapter, maybe even a day, but since I’m not sure of the pacing, I’m taking it to my advantage and pacing it in my own way. In the story, Yuu either helps him before he hits his breaking point, or comforts him afterwards. However you interpet it works, but it think it sounds better to say that she was able to stop him from snapping.

𝜗𝜚 Who confessed? ft. Rin. I

Rin is known to many as blunt and unfriendly. He doesn’t enjoy talking to new people and is almost always on the brink of losing it. Though, this slump that he’s currently in isn’t a reflection of how he always was. Rin used to be bright-faced, and somewhat easily excitable.

You’ve known this from the start.

You and Rin practically grew up with eachother. You used to chat with one another on the way home from school as kids. He’d tell you about how amazing his brother is at soccer, speaking with so much love and admiration; as though he was vicariously living through Sae’s talent on the field. When you questioned him about his own skill, he’d tell you that it doesn’t matter, and that his brother will always be better at playing than he is, brushing it off like it didn't matter. Rin would settle for second place if it meant he’d get to see Sae in the first place's spotlight beside him.

You would cheer him on from the sidelines, watching the local matches he and his brother used to play against other schools. To Rin, there was no one on the field but him and Sae. Though to you, there was no one there but Rin.

You don’t remember when it happened, but there came a day where you were no longer able to listen to Rin mentally lower his own skill in favour of seeing his brother succeed. He looked so oddly happy settling for second place, that it frustrated you. You knew his talents; you knew how much he enjoyed winning. Why did he have to put all of his trust in someone other than himself? Couldn’t he also strive for first place while cheering on his brother? None of it made sense…

All he used to speak about were things including his brother’s skill. You get it, younger siblings typically admire their older siblings. Though they shouldn’t think ill of themselves just to heighten the other persons social standing. The two of you were so close, you used to talk all the time, play games with each other, have sleepovers, walk home together. It always meant a lot to you, but did it ever for him?

He had you, but he also had his brother.

You had him, and only him.

You noticed slight shifts in Rin’s personality. He stopped joking and smiling as much, though never pushed you away. He became distant, as though something was constantly on his mind. You noticed his patience wavering, and his soft, subtle smile fading away.

It was as though you were reaching out for someone that was no longer there for you.

Hanging around him started to feel like being around a brick wall. The two of you now had little to no interactions with each other. He would finish his work, and pack his bag immediately, leaving the classroom as though he had something more important to do. He wouldn’t offer his textbook when you forgot yours, and when you spoke to him about your interests, he seemed like he was listening, sure; but he wouldn’t pause what he was doing to give you attention, or even make it look like he had any interest like he had done before.

'Maybe he’s just become bored of me', you think to yourself. You know him. You know he wouldn’t tell you about his issues unless you pry. You also know that he would keep it to himself and go about it in his own cathartic way.

Despite this, you felt like he would snap instantly if you brought it up to him. Like he was a boiling pot brimming with water; and despite it having a lid, liquid still trickled down its sides.

Though… the thought of leaving him alone troubled you. It pained you to see him in such a state, and though he wasn’t showing any signs of wavering; you would at least put in the effort to find out what was troubling him, even if he pushes you away as a result of it. At least one day, when he finds that person who will put the fire out from under him, he’ll realise that your carefully chosen words were the shards of ice that would never melt in that boiling pot of water.

Classes had concluded for the week. People were packing their bags, laughing, and making plans for the weekend. As usual, Rin is already halfway out of the classroom. Despite being close your entire life, an overwhelming feeling of loneliness dawned upon you as you realised that if you don’t do something now, you may never be able to again. Each step he took felt like another thread of a worn-out rope was snapping before your eyes.

You could no longer endure it.

“Rin..!” You called out to him. Your tone was shaky; you weren’t used anything like this.

The rest of the class had left by this point. He stopped dead in his tracks, not turning around.

“What?” His voice was blunt. He had never been extremely upbeat, but it strained your heart knowing there was something eating away at him behind the scenes.

After a few moments of silence, he finally turned around to face you, looking you deadpan in the face. It was the first time you’d spoken to him face-to-face in weeks. His eyes looked empty, yet so full of unexplained emotion.

You twiddled with your fingers that were now glossed with sweat from your clammy palms whilst looking down at your feet. Why were you so nervous? You’ve spoken to him thousands of times.. What was different now? One thing lingered at the back of your mind; you knew you were too scared to interrupt this peaceful friendship with your feelings. Though at this point, it had become anything but peaceful.

“If you don’t need anything then I’m leaving.” He turned his back once more, but you refused to see him take another step.

“Wait.” You forced a strengthened tone despite your nerves. “I need to talk to you about something.”

Stepping closer towards him, you get a better look at his expression. His teal eyes, once filled with so much passion, were now void of emotion.

“Um… I need to ask you something.” You stuttered on your words, heart pounding so loudly that you thought he’d be able to hear it.

Rin sighs, frustrated. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Get to the point already, Yuu.” His patience is waning.

You take in a shallow breath, preparing to finally put your emotions on the line.

“Rin, um… have you been feeling okay lately?”

'Shoot. That was such a bad question!'

He looked at you as though you were speaking gibberish. His brows furrowed, and his gaze was now somewhat scrutinizing.

“I’ve been fine. Since that’s all, I’m leaving now.” He says while turning his back. No no no, you weren’t about to let this happen again.

You reached out and grabbed his arm in the midst of his step. You wanted to say something, but your throat felt constricted. To your surprise, Rin didn’t yank his arm away. You knew something was bothering him. He wouldn’t push you away or insult you. It’s as though he wanted the comfort of someone else, but he wouldn’t bring himself to speak unprompted.

You knew you had to pry.

Before you knew it, moisture had spread across your eyes as though they were sweating. A warm drop travelled down your cheek, giving way to a wave of tears. It became so quiet that the droplets of your tears tapping onto the ground were audible.

“Please.. don’t leave..” Barely being able to choke your words out, you were doing all you could to keep him listening. “I can’t stand seeing you like this… What happened to you..?”

He didn’t answer.

You continued to pry, raising your voice slightly.

“What happened to us?”

Suddenly, Rin turns around, and releases his arm from your grasp.

“Are you trying to make me feel guilty? You don’t know anything about me Yuu.” He scoffed. “I was stupid to ever befriend you as a kid. You probably still think I’m content with being second place, don’t you? How pathetic.”

‘Ugh! I’d know if you’d tell me!’ You thought.

You had no words. What more was there to say after that?

Though you did notice one thing; Rin was still here. He took the battering and didn’t leave. The Rin you know is still in there.

“You’re still here though. You’ve always been here. You would’ve gotten rid of me by now if you really thought our friendship was stupid.”

His eyes widened momentarily at your words. It seems you struck a chord.

"Rin, just let me have this.. don't push me away" You spoke softly.

“No.. no way. This is stupid.. that’s why.. that’s..” He stuttered; his gaze scattered.

You reach your hands out and gently hold his cheeks. “Rin.. do I have to spell it out for you? I’m not leaving your side anytime soon. Even if you call me stupid.” You smiled softly, hoping your words would penetrate the wall he had put up.

There it was. That look in his eyes that you’ve been yearning to see again for years.

Tears sheened his eyes, adorning a small gleam of light, lips parted slightly as though he had something to say. He looked down for a few seconds before tilting his head and placed it on your shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around your back. You could feel the desperation in his grasp; like he was asking you to never let go. You reciprocate, slinging your arms over his shoulder and around his head. You could feel his breath hitting your neck.

“Why.. Why did you persist..?” He murmurs. Despite all this, Rin can’t seem to fathom why someone like you remained so insistent on digging out his troubles.

“I would never sit by and watch you drown in your own worries. Especially if I know that I can do something about them.” Even though you were holding him in your arms, you felt a little more confident knowing he technically can’t see you saying something so embarrassing.

With your hands around his head, you run your fingers of your right hand through his hair, slightly ruffling it.

“You’re.. so, so special to me. Irreplaceable. Why would I let you slip from in-between my fingers..?” You say, smiling through your words.

You hear a sniffle from Rin. “Sure, sure… I guess that means you need to stay with me after that.”

“It was never a choice” You reply.

#coldhndss #writing #blue lock #fluff #blue lock x reader #bllk #manga #rin itoshi #rin x reader #matchup #bllk x reader #bllk rin #bllk fluff #blue lock rin #itoshi rin

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or-something-better · 10 months

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Sam’s Story Corner

Nov 9, 2022

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The Writing Topic this week is brought to you by our own lovely Bela.

“Share with us about a memorable Hunt that you’ve been part of, Good or Bad.”

Bela

The most memorable hunt I've been apart of? Well I was involved... I must say it has always been a fun game of cat and mouse with Sam and Dean honestly. I just love getting them all riled up. Magical artifacts and relics have always been a thing that caught my eye. I think the most fun was when we went back and forth over the rabbits foot mostly.

I felt bad about the two other men who stole it from me. That cooking fork to the head had to hurt. And the gun shot wound the other guy got. Too bad I didn't feel anything. That was their fault though for stealing it from me the losing it.

After Sam got it. It took me awhile to be able to catch up with them to get it back. Eventually I caught up with the silly Muppets at the cemetery. Unfortunately for me I ended up touching the bloody thing when Dean threw it to me, so I was forced to help destroy it.

I still get a laugh at dean's face in the rear view mirror as I drove off with his winning lottery tickets. Since I lost out on the money from selling the rabbit foot on the black market, That was the best money I ever earned I can say considering it was well ... Free.

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Patience (Not for this Topic, but a cont. of her original Story)

continuing on from my very story. After seeing my dad at the supermarket he agreed to sit and have coffee with me. We found this quaint little coffee shop and went in had a seat and talked. I began by telling him that I had a vision just before running into him. Well, he wasn't all to happy about that, but I told him "Dad I am surrounded by people who love me and accept me for who I am" then I asked him" Dad with all that you've seen and with what you're own mother went through how can you not accept me"? Dad I have Gabe he is God of all and takes good care of us, and there's Donna 36 children she and Gabe have and she still finds time to help us all when needed, Charlie she's the genius that keeps everything running smoothly, Sam, Sam has been through so much this year I don't even know how he's still here but, he's here for us another genius, Ellen well she's kinda the mother of, Jo sweet little Jo I love her to pieces, Bela, that one has grown on me she's not been with us long but I'm certainly glad she joined us, Crowley well he is a demon and king of hell but he's been here for us when we need help, Henry, Henry is the sweetest kindest little dude a girl could have as friend, bobby singer also known as beer belly bobby a nickname gave had given him. He comes off as this gruff older guy but deep down has a heart of gold and then there's Meg, she is also a demon but totally on our side I love her. And we have Ruby, Ruby has done so much for me I'm getting a handle on my visions thanks to her. And we do have Lucifer that helps out sometimes. Dad I'm telling you about out team (I said) because I need you to know and understand that this is what I was meant to do saving people hunting things is our motto. I love these people they have saved me more times than I can count. I want you in my life (I said) but I need you to accept me for who I am. My Dad looked at me and said "honey I love you more than anything else in this world but I just can't. I looked at him with a tear in my eyes and said 'dad I love you too but I have to be where I am at now (then a thought came to me) dad why don't you come with us it's tough at times but we also have a lot of good times? Dad looked at and said 'I can't '. As he was getting up to leave I stopped him and said Daddy please don't worry about me I'm in good hands I love these people with all my heart and knowing what I know I can make a difference in this crazy world I stand up and go to him I give him a hug and say goodbye Dad I hope you'll at least call once in a while but if you don't I understand I love you dad

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lizlovesmovies · 2 years

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moments in media that stay with me

stuck in love (2012)

“I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.” / “I remember that it hurt. looking at her hurt” / “I don’t want to get hurt” “I’m not going to hurt you”

unwind dystology

“I’m a better person because you’re in my head” / “you think maybe I can believe in that God, too?”

new girl (2011-2018)

1.02 the boys sticking up for jess / 5.02 cece and schmidt get married / 6.22 “we’re having a baby, cece”

brooklyn 99 (2013-2021)

5.04 “no one gave me the idea. I decided to ask Amy to marry me all on my own on April 28th” / 2.17 “marriage is a contract. but it’s so much more than that. marriage is love. it’s commitment, it’s joy, it’s understanding, it’s patience, it’s anger, it’s reconciliation. it’s everything. it’s like oatmeal, it sustains you”

schitt’s creek (2015-2020)

2.13 the family dancing in the barn together to precious love x james morrison / 6.08 ted and alexis break up

10 things I hate about you (1999)

“I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all”

hunger games: mockingjay

“you love me, real or not real?” “real”

parks and recreation (2009-2015)

7.08 april hugs leslie and thanks her for everything, before moving on to a new job that she’s passionate about, for the first time in her life, something that she learned from leslie

palm springs (2020)

“what if we get sick of each other?” “we’re already sick of each other; it’s the best”

booksmart (2019)

molly’s graduation speech

rivers and roads (the head and the heart) been talkin bout the way things change/and my family lives in a different state

stick season (noah kahan) and I’ll dream each night of some version of you/that I might not have, but I did not lose

this is me trying (taylor swift) they told me all of my cages were mental/so I got wasted like all my potential/and my words shoot to kill when I’m mad/I have a lot of regrets about that/I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere/fell behind all my classmates, and I ended up here

cleopatra (the lumineers) but I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant/damn your wife, I’d be your mistress just to have you around

peace (taylor swift) but I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm/if your cascade ocean wave blues come/all these people think love’s for show/but I would die for you in secret/the devil’s in the details, but you’ve got a friend in me/would it be enough if I could never give you peace

motion sickness *phoebe bridgers) there are no words in the english language/I could scream to drown you out

us (james bay) tell me when the light goes down/that even in the dark we can find a way out/tell me now cause I believe in something/I believe in us

happy & sad (kacey musgraves) and I’m the kind of person/who starts getting kinda nervous/when I’m having the time of my life

nothing new (taylor swift and phoebe bridgers) how can a person know everything at 18/but nothing at 22

supernatural (2005-2020)

2.20 “why is it my job to save these people?” / dean’s older sibling guilt

the half of it (2020)

when ellie’s dad talks to paul in mandarin, and paul listens, despite not understanding the words, he understands the emotion / paul running beside ellie’s train / ellie and paul’s platonic friendship / “is this really the boldest stroke you can make?”

promising young woman (2020)

her manicured fingernails in the stream, as her body burns and her ashes float along

that 70s show (1998-2006)

1.24 the formans adopting steven, letting him live in the basement, and his becoming a part of their family

maid (2021)

1.10 alex’s “my happiest day” speech, how much she fought and scrapped and saved and sacrificed to give her daughter a safe life / 1.08 “we’re going on a...” “bear hunt” “we’re gonna catch a...” “big one”

the big sick (2017)

love prevails / something as small as noticing her sprained ankle saved her life

ted lasso (2020-)

2.08 jaime stands up to his dad, then stands, frozen in fear, as roy walks up to him. he flinches, but roy is not going to hurt him; he hugs jaime tightly / 2.08 “my dad killed himself when I was 16. that happened to me and my mom″

harry potter and the deathly hallows: part 2 (2011)

neville beheads nagini with the sword of gryffindor, rendering voldemort mortal again

psych (2006-2014)

3.08 gus tells shawn how much he loves him / 3.16 maybe the best things, the richest things aren’t meant to come easily / 8.10 lassiter breaking the dvd before shawn confesses

gone girl (2014)

the cool girl speech

veep (2012-2019)

7.07 selina sits alone in the oval office

flashpoint (2008-2012)

2.14 lewis calls his parents, tells them that he loves them, then steps off the land mine, “spike, it’s gonna be okay” / 1.07 sam attends the procession for a veteran who committed suicide, sobbing on the bridge / 1.12 ed taking off his vest and telling the danny that he’s tired

the finder (2012)

1.13 walter can’t find something / leo raising willa

the glades (2010-2013)

jim buys callie her dream house as a wedding present

superstore (2015-2021)

1.01 “moment of beauty” vs 6.15 in the boys’ room

modern family (2009-2020)

4.12 phil’s little girl speech

shameless (2011-2021)

1.09 “I did a fucking great job” / 10.12 mickey saying “I love you, I love you” to ian / 7.01 lip realizing that he’s an alcoholic just like frank

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realhankmccoy · 2 years

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I don’t care about things like age, height, going bald… these are all natural and healthy and I guess I’m a nature boy.

Oh kids, the number of times I have gotten excited and my hopes up because a potential love interest was shorter than me or going bald… knowing how the toy store nonculture of america works, I thought their sobbing about losing their hair or being 5 ft 3 would mean that I could make it all better and buy them a trip to Mexico (this is how I thought with $2000 to my name and a $10 an hr job with no health insurance)… and no. No they didn’t want it. Whatever their ideal was from high school lunchtable cliquelire and on tv or sniffing around some celeb’s crotch, from Kurt Cobain to Hemsworths to more boutique tastes, I was just a dirty ham sandwich to em.

Heck the bald guy from Janesville who thought Frida Kahlo lived inside him was far more into his dog than me and wanted me to clearly recognize the superiority of his female friends to me. We played apples to apples with a female who had … lived in Hawaii! Oooh ahhh… and my peasant ass had not.. they al felt very bohemian compared to me… you know, kerchief wearing and that sort of thing. But in my 20s I didn’t like board games or sitting around watching Larry David and tending to a manbaby who wanted me as little more than a toy as well as a Kleenex for the curse of him being gay, the curse of losing his hair, the boyfriend who broke his heart….

and yet I still thought I’d love him forever but he swiftly dumped me after mauling my lips off… I had bleeding scabs for ages… not an allegory, I was bleeding from the mouth at my job at the United way for a long time

as always with the typical American, the victim was him

my problems… he was uninterested and I didn’t dare. you know who your truly mature friends are when you tell ‘em your worries and problems and they actually have patience to work through things instead of expecting you to be Buzz Lightyear crossed with Woody. The most foul play on their part is when they challenge your integrity. I am sure they think blacks have no integrity either and I know they truly feel this way about blacks — cuz I see how they live and talk. I had two people who were dependent on the patriarchy challenge my integrity this year and I wanted to puke cuz it was so wrong and off-base… but that is the spell patriarchy holds over its dependents.

I end up like grandpa to these kids, buying them treats while they instantly scream that I’m insufficient

anyhow, no, they’re not going to just fall into your lap and love you cuz they’re short or bald in a vile immature American society that overly spits on these things but

I still do get my hopes up when I see it

maybe I need to approach men in a less motherly way I dunno

but the motherly thing stemmed out of being burned so bad over and again by these childish power-hungry ignoramuses

maybe I should just sock em in the kisser whenever they reveal they’re a privileged spoiled brat who isn’t a fraction of my toenail on depth or love but

then I’d be socking people left and right

it sounds awfully arrogant to talk about myself that way, but I’m just stating the facts as I see em kids. And now I am crushing on this gay guy who isn’t my depth or love level but is probably a lot better in bed and deffo is better on living a bourgeois life. Sigh. I spent my whole life avoiding bourgeois trappings, but you get older and you see more value in em perhaps. Reality doesn’t go away when you get in yr 60s and need hip replacement surgeries. Bourgeois life offers stability and routine which I always lack

but hey I’m injun Joe and a goblin and a godless fuckin nobody who rejects the patriarchy so the more bourgeois types sure told me huhuhuhuhuhuh

and to be clear on the godless thing

like pallia I felt I had to earn that

although with her it was avout power and strength

with me it was about human decency and world-betterment

being that, you know, that’s how I saw the point of the church ostensibly being

a more cynical observer would say the church is about power, yes

giving into cynicism is what Americans need to avoid in these days of powerhungry early capitalism.

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