#I’ve queued so many cats I’m taking a break now

[artaintfartwarriors]

#brightsky #riverclan #tallstar’s revenge #crookedstar’s promise #leopardstar’s honor #lady who died from childbirth whose name starts with bright #so I keep mixing her up with bright stream who died while preggo #oops #I’ve queued so many cats I’m taking a break now

[ninappon]

Tag Game! Tagged by two sweet peeps, @nakey-cats-take-bathsss & @togetherkru. Thank you ladies 😘

1. Why did you choose your url?

I was creating a sort of travel/life blog and wanted a name that connected me to Japan since I was studying there at the time. I asked around for suggestions and someone came up with a mash-up of my name, Nina, and Nippon (Japan in japanese), resulting in ninappon. Now I use this for all my various accounts :)

2. Any side blogs?

Not on here, no. My travel blog is probably dormant somewhere, I haven't checked it for a few years...

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

I don't even remember! Probably since sometime around 2008, or maybe even when tumblr was brand new. I was probably only active for a few months, and then I came back here a little over a year ago when I started reading fanfics and noticed that many writers had their blogs here.

4. Do you have a queue tag?

Honestly, I've been wondering for ages about various people's different queue tags and what they meant!! This question here made me realize that it's used for queuing a post for a later time... right?!

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

To use as a sort of journal I guess. I'm disappointed that I didn't keep it up to be honest, I miss writing but I never felt like I had much to write about. These days I'm only reblogging things and doing tag games.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

I wanted something that showed off a little of who I am without being an actual profile pic.

7. Why did you choose your header?

As with the icon, I wanted something that reflects a little of what I like/what I'm drawn to, so I chose a flower photo I took a few years ago. Flowers, sunshine and pastels, that's my jam!

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

One of my photography posts of flowers, haha! ☝️

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Oh, I haven't counted but there's a bunch of wonderful people who I'm very glad to have connected with through the bellarke fandom! Seeing a notification from a mutual always brightens my day 💕

10. How many followers do you have?

Hm, not sure. I don't think the number I see is accurate, and I have a bunch of pornbots following me as well. My guess is around 25?

11. How many people do you follow?

Tumblr says 60, but again I don't think this is accurate. Maybe 30-40?

12. Have you ever made a shit post?

No? Not even sure what that is.

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

Probably around two times a day, unless I'm trying to do a tag game on my breaks while at work then the number goes way up 😂

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog?

No, thank goodness!

15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts?

I want to support creators if I can, but sometimes I feel like I reblog way too many posts so I also try to keep the number down.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes! Don't hesitate to send them my way!

17. Do you like ask games?

Yes, but I can find it really difficult to answer those questions so I have only done it once or twice. I also don't have that many followers so usually it feels unnecessary to even try since not many will see it anyway.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I've always been in awe of @nakey-cats-take-bathsss, @togetherkru and @burninghoneyatdusk and their creations that they post here, so I'll go with them!

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I'm sorta copying both Leah and Phanou here but I'd say I have a few "friend crushes"! I've met so many lovely mutuals through tumblr and I think it'd be nice to meet them and see if we hit it off in real life as well. You know, if distance and my social anxiety wasn't an issue.

20. No-pressure tags: @infp-with-all-the-feelings, @bookwormforalways, @heartbellamy, @moreflowersthanweeds, @burninghoneyatdusk, @igotbellarkeforthat, @bellamyblake, @excuseyouclarke, @talistheintrovert, @kinetic-elaboration & @helloeurydice 👋

#tag games #about me #thanks for tagging me! #lovely mutuals 💕 #i think i finally solved the queue mystery

[yumeisha]

Love In Print [Masaru] - Episode 1

“But Mari, I don’t WANT to go read this on Wattpad, I want to stay here on Tumblr!” Listen, my friend. Let me help you. Here’s all of Episode 1! (But the rest is over here if you decide you want to read it!)

— SATURDAY NIGHT —

 She’s started to think of it as the summer of weddings. Like purgatory, but with more flowers.

Reiko sighs. Another Saturday, another charming garden venue. Soft, flickering tea lights float in shallow porcelain bowls. It looks like something lifted straight out of Pinterest, and it’s pretty in all the right ways, hitting every obligatory aesthetic beat. The music is loud and many of the guests are amiably drunk, swaying in slow circles on the dance floor or queuing up for one more lap around the buffet.

Alone at her table, Reiko hides behind the towering lily centerpiece, nursing a headache. She fishes her phone out of the tiny, mostly useless evening bag she’s bought to go with this dress and takes refuge in her work inbox.

She’d love to go home, but it’s too early to make her retreat. Another two hours, she coaches herself. You can make it for two more.

“Come on,” says Ren, prodding her in the shoulder. Reiko jumps half a mile and nearly drops her phone, not that her cousin notices. “We’re missing a cake opportunity,” he whines.

As usual, Ren resembles a figure pulled directly off some runway in Milan. Impeccably attired, hair artfully tousled, a Rolex gleaming from his left wrist. Reiko plucks at a tuft of fur caught on the cuff of his tuxedo.

“You know, there is such a thing as a lint roller. You have one somewhere in your apartment.”

Ren peers down at the wad of cat hair slowly drifting down to the grass beneath their table. “Lint roller? What lint roller?” And then his face lights up. “Oh! You mean that tape-on-a-stick thing from the last time you came over?”

“Yes,” Reiko answers patiently. “That tape-on-a-stick thing. You use it to make sure you aren’t leaving the house dressed in cat fluff.”

Suzu pops up behind Ren. “He likes for everyone to know that he’s more complex than he appears. An insufferable playboy and a sophisticated cat bachelor.” She loops her arm through his and makes a show of sniffing at his clothes. “Ah,” she breathes. “The smell of too much money, layered over eau de too many cats.”

“I have three. How is that too many? And why aren’t either of you interested in getting some cake? This is a wedding. You go to weddings for cake.”

“That’s definitely the primary reason for attending weddings.”

“It’s from Fujiwara’s, you know. They never do weddings anymore. You’re missing the dessert event of your lives.”

Suzu straightens his boutonniere. “You accosted the Fujiwara grannies for these people?” A low whistle. “Wow. Dad must really like them.”

Reiko follows her twin’s gaze. Their father, Ryuuki, is busy holding court at a neighboring table. He laughs raucously at someone’s cheesy anecdote and is having the most fun out of all of them. “It’s all business, I suppose,” she says, unable to keep from smiling despite how little she’s enjoying herself.

Suzu snorts. “Of course it’s all business. Isn’t it always?” To Ren, she says, “Hey, how long before we’ve done our duty for the family market stall? I still have ten pages left to write on a research paper and it’s…” She grabs his arm in order to check the time on his fancy watch. “… 9:34. With half an hour’s drive back to my apartment.”

“You can spare ten minutes to have a slice of legendary cake, Tachibana Suzuna.”

“God, okay. But it better not be weird like that sheet cake you ordered for the charity auction last month.”

“Not weird. Avant-garde.”

“Uh-huh. Also, it tasted like beets and had radioactive magenta icing. So gross.”

“You and Reiko just really have no appreciation for the finer things in life. Let’s go, the line’s only getting longer.”

“Don’t want any,” Reiko pipes up. “I’ll have a slice vicariously, through Suzu.”

“Twin powers,” Suzu concurs, initiating the special handshake they invented when they were six. Almost twenty years later, they’re still augmenting the sequence with new moves. “Anything I ate, Reiko also ate. And vice versa. Page 2, Line 21 in the Twin Manual.”

“The worst plus-ones anybody ever brought to a wedding,” complains Ren. He pours Reiko a fresh glass of water from the pitcher on the table and gives her a pat on the head, a gesture of silent sympathy.

She watches Ren and Suzu as they stop to tease Ryuuki along the way. And then she blinks back the onslaught of unwanted tears, reaches for her phone again, and taps the newest e-mail notification. Three unread messages beckon through Reiko’s blurred vision. She scans the subject lines, head bowed over the glowing screen. Slipping into the steps of a familiar dance, she starts at the bottom with the oldest message first, because that’s easier than confronting her emotions.

PRE-ORDER CAMPAIGN - SPS OMNIBUS EDITION. A reply from the manufacturer about a shipment of Star Princess Sanna enamel pins she asked about on Friday afternoon. Delayed for another two weeks. Not ideal, but better than never getting them in at all. Reiko marks it for a response later.

TENJOU DELIVERY WEDNESDAY. Timestamped a mere ten minutes ago. She isn’t the only one working on a day off. Reiko notices right away that the message has been flagged as important, which is odd. This e-mail appears, without fail, every Monday of her life. Throughout the long history of this exchange, the message has never been flagged as important. At least, not that Reiko can remember.

She almost opens it, curiosity triggered, but then she sees the subject of the next e-mail and momentarily forgets everything else.

ALL DEPTS: QUARTERLY MEETING — MON @ 10AM

A thrill dances through her, momentarily displacing the throbbing ache in her skull. The sounds of the reception fade away. She taps the message and it unfurls into a calendar invite. Representatives from every department at her publishing house will be expected to attend, including Reiko and the other senior marketing staff.

Most meetings are a dreary prospect, especially when scheduled for first thing on a Monday. At these quarterly gatherings, it takes hours to discuss things like sales figures and future business plans. But this one is special, because they’ll finally present the twentieth anniversary plans for DUCHESS Magazine’s most iconic franchise to date: Red Thread. The first manga she ever read all the way through, start to finish. The reason why she applied at Yumeisha in the first place, as soon as she’d graduated.

Reiko accepts the invite and adds it to her burgeoning, meticulously color-coded calendar. She can’t keep from breaking into a smile. She’s still beaming at her phone when she hears the grass crunching softly under someone’s feet and looks up to find that she is no longer alone.

The someone is tall, just about as impeccably turned out as Ren, and wearing a pair of dress shoes so highly polished that Reiko can see her reflection in them. He’s shed the jacket and rolled up the sleeves of the crisp white shirt underneath.

There is only a bowl of tealights to see him by, so it takes a moment for Reiko to recognize the man now seating himself across from her. But if the head of blond hair hadn’t given it away, the green eyes and trademark smirk would have made it very clear within the next two seconds, anyway.

She blinks at him. “Oshiro?”

“Hi.”

“Um, hi. What are you doing here?”

He leans back into the chair and stretches his long legs under the table, instantly making himself at home. “Attending a wedding,” he replies. “Chatting with the bride’s aunties. Waiting for you to pay attention to me.”

“And sending e-mails?”

“No rest for the wicked, as they say.”

Reiko puts her phone down. “It’s weird seeing you outside of work. This is the last place I’d expect to run into you.”

“Why? Because you figured that I live at the office and camp out under my desk on days off?”

She laughs. “I mean, yeah.”

“To be fair, I’d expect the same of you.”

Well, that really is fair. Sometimes Reiko looks up from the endless loop between work and her apartment, her apartment and then work, and realizes that her entire existence can be summed up in three boring sentences or less. And then she’ll go back to her computer screen, her half empty coffee mug, the pathetic little granola bar that will have to serve as her lunch. But that’s just the way of things, isn’t it? At least she genuinely loves her job. It would be much harder to bear, otherwise.

“I’ve considered just packing myself a bag and living in my cubicle,” Reiko admits, without any real shame. In the background, the band segues into their much livelier cover of a depressing breakup anthem. Over the noise, she adds, “At least it would save me a commute.”

“So dedicated.”

She shrugs. “So lazy.”

“Anyone truly lazy wouldn’t be checking her inbox at a wedding reception,” Oshiro points out.

“Guilty as charged. Have you come to scold me for not participating in wedding activities?”

“No, I’ve come to ask you why you haven’t opened my e-mail.” He waves his own phone at her. “I checked three seconds ago. It definitely still says unread.”

“It’s flagged important and with a read receipt? Seriously?”

“Seriously. It’s high priority. Read it right now.�� He angles a covert glance over her shoulder, in the direction he came from earlier. “Oh, and if you don’t mind, don’t reply until I’m back over there.”

“Wait, you want a reply, too? What am I supposed to say? You send me the same four lines every week. I have the thing memorized by now.” To prove this point, she clasps her hands behind her back and recites, “Heading to Tenjou on Wednesday. They need endcaps, window decals, sticker packs, blah blah blah, for insert-manga-title-here. I’ll stop by and grab them on my way out. Thanks. Oshiro Masaru, DUCHESS Sales, 81-4-8914-1111, extension 822.”

His demeanor shifts, now part bemusement and part blatant self-satisfaction. “Look, Tachibana, I’m beyond flattered that you hang onto my every word like this. Not surprising. I’m extremely eloquent in my digital correspondence.”

She rolls her eyes. “There it is. I knew it was coming.”

“You even know my extension by heart,” Oshiro continues blithely. “It’s like my wildest dreams coming true. But what I really need right now is for you to open that e-mail and write me a timely reply. By timely, I mean don’t hit send until I’m at my table again. And then I’ll read your response and write you back. So on, so forth, rinse and repeat, until this torture is over and we can both leave.”

“Ah.” Reiko crosses her arms. “You want a prolonged reason to be on your phone.”

“Correct.”

“Because you don’t want to be here.”

“Also correct, but needs clarification. I don’t want to be at this wedding. I do want to be at this table with you.”

He tips his head towards his original seating arrangements. Reiko risks a covert glance and notes that Oshiro’s vacated chair is surrounded by chattering ladies ranging from middle-aged to elderly. Somehow, without ever speaking to a single one of them, Reiko can tell that they’re the problematic aunties who don’t get along with any of the other aunties. Consequently, they’ve been placed where they can ostensibly do the least damage. From the looks of it, they’re having a fabulous time.

Reiko bites her lip, smothering a surge of laughter. “Wow. How did you end up with the best seat in the house? Like, who did you offend?”

“Ha ha. I owed the groom a favor and he cashed in, majorly.” Oshiro leans forward. “They’re a nice bunch, don’t get me wrong, but if they set me up with another of their nieces, I’ll be double booked from today until Christmas.”

“You’re welcome to sit here instead,” she offers. “We have an extra chair. My dad prefers to migrate between friend groups.”

“Thanks, but I can’t just abandon my post. I wouldn’t put it past them to follow me over here, or else I’d take you up on that suggestion. I figure random texts to my brothers will seem rude, unlike important work e-mails. So play along, won’t you? And keep in mind at least one of them will be reading over my shoulder the whole time.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? What on earth do you think I’d be putting in that e-mail?”

“I’m just saying, don’t use this as an opportunity to confess your undying love or anything. Maintain professionalism and all that.”

“Gosh, what a tall order. How will I ever comply?”

“Dig deep, Tachibana. Find that inner strength.”

Reiko pulls a face. “You came all the way here just to make me do this?”

“Yes,” says Oshiro. “You’re welcome. I’ll look for your thank you note in the mail. I also like gift baskets. The ones with baked goods are okay, but no edible fruit bouquets or artisan cheeses. Nobody wants those.”

“But why me?” she persists. “Don’t you have anyone else you can trade fake work e-mails with? What about Ueda? Or your boss?”

“Hey, take it easy. I’m not used to outright rejection.”

“I’m not rejecting you, I’m just confused.”

“What’s there to be confused about? I don’t want to be here. Neither do you. Let’s help each other out.”

Neither do you. Reiko feels very, very obvious, now.

He watches her expectantly. She can tell that he’s fighting hard not to break into one of his insouciant grins. Reiko can’t decide if she wants to smack him or bask in the infectious warmth of his attention, like a deprived houseplant straining to soak up every drop of sunshine it can get.

This conflicted reaction is more embarrassing than being caught on her phone. For God’s sake, it’s just Oshiro.

Their departments — Sales for him, Marketing for her — are often flung together, which means running into him at Yumeisha is pretty normal. They take the same elevator from the lobby and frequent the same break room on the tenth floor. He stops at her desk most Wednesday afternoons, as promised in his e-mails. Once in a while, if she stays even later than usual, Reiko might see him striding ahead of her through the lobby’s sliding glass doors, crossing the street to catch the same train. They never talk much, though, unless it’s about work.

Still true, she concludes, as Oshiro stands up and pushes the chair into place, preparing to return to the Island of Matchmaking Aunties. He walks backwards away from her, hands in his pockets. “Talk soon,” he tells Reiko, smiling as if he’s guessed all her secrets. And then he’s gone, threading his way through the crowd while she stares after him, utterly bewildered.

Read more episodes on Wattpad!

#love in print #oshiro masaru #tachibana reiko #mariko writes things

[whoareurl]

Causing Chaos in Pyjamas - 00Q (5/9)

(i just posted part 8 on the forum so i’m queuing the rest of these here too since i realised i totally didn’t finish doing that so i’ll space them out by a few hours each so i don’t clog your dash)

Q was afraid - terrified, really.

The back of the café led onto an estate with skyrise flats. It reminded Q of where he’d grown up but he didn’t get much time for reminiscing because Bond grabbed his free hand and pulled him along behind as he broke into a run.

Q’s chest burned with the exertion and he let out a rattling cough towards the ground but, even though Bond slowed down a little and looked back with concern, Q pushed himself on. He was not going to die today; not when his agents might still be in danger. Well, Bond was always in danger somehow. Even intelligence-gathering missions ended in a shootout with him. Q was surprised he didn’t have more grey hairs, really.

Running barefoot was excruciating and Q let out a shriek of pain as he stepped on a particularly jagged rock, making a gash in the sole of his foot. “Bastard!”

Bond drew to a halt.

“What...are you...doing?” Q puffed, one hand on his wheezing chest as he fought for breath, grateful for the respite despite the pounding fear. Bond’s jacket was draped over his arm now since it had been falling off during their run. Bond swiftly ripped the arm off. “Bond?” Q gasped, shocked.

“Sit down, Q,” Bond said roughly and Q plonked himself down on the nearest wall. Bond immediately set about pulling out the inside lining of the sleeve.

Upon realising Bond’s plan, Q said hurriedly, “007, I really don’t think this is the time for you to play nurse.”

Bond scowled up at Q as he started tightly binding his injured foot. “Call me cautious but I’d rather you didn’t get an infection and running around with an open wound where we’re going makes that highly likely.”

Q didn’t get a chance to ask exactly where that was before Bond tied the lining tight over Q’s wound, making him wince. Bond grunted out an apology and tied another knot before pulling Q to his feet and they were off running again, this time keeping a close eye on the ground for anything else that might cause injury.

Though Q had gone through the mandatory MI6 fitness tests - which were admittedly a lot more lenient than the double-oh program requirements - he was finding it extremely difficult to keep up with Bond. His body screamed at him to just stop but his terror and maybe a little bit of adrenaline spurred him on. He’d never live it down if he admitted it to Bond but he was starting to understand the thrill of risk-taking. And not the usual type of risks Q took with hacking into classified servers. No, this - this was something else.

And Q liked it.

Of course, he’d probably like it more if he could bloody breathe.

“Oyster?” Bond asked as they came to an abrupt stop. Q could only blink at him. Bond rolled his eyes. “Oyster card. Do you have it on you?”

Q shot him a weary look. “Yes, 007. I always keep my Oyster card in my pyjama pocket in case of near-death situations.”

He meant for it to be scathing but some of the effect was lost by his breathlessness and the two kittenish sneezes which followed right after.

isstch! hng’iTschh!

“Never mind. I’ve got a spare,” Bond said, pulling him into Leicester Square station and through the ticket barriers. “And bless you.”

Q wiped his nose on his sleeve for the second time that day, feeling disgusted with himself and quite self-conscious of the fact that he was still in his kitten pyjamas. But at least they were in the tube station now. They could get the Northern Line down to Stockwell and then the Victoria to Vauxhall (and MI6). The idea of sitting - even on the tube - sounded like heaven to Q’s aching limbs. When Bond pulled him towards the Piccadilly Line, however, Q had to pause. Well, he supposed to Piccadilly would take them to Green Park and then they could get the Victoria to Vauxhall. Right?

(Wrong, apparently.)

They were off the train again at Piccadilly Circus and Q was being dragged along to wait for the Bakerloo Line to take them even further north and even further away from MI6.

“Is there anything else you need to do on that laptop?” Bond asked as they took a seat on an empty bench.

Q looked down at his lap where his trembling hands held said laptop against his thighs. He shivered, suddenly remembering exactly why they were running and had it really only been this morning that he’d been curled up with his cat watching Pride and Prejudice? It felt like an eternity. He felt sick.

“Q?” Bond said, one hand on Q’s back and the other taking the laptop from him. He forced Q’s head between his knees. “Deep breaths. Try not to hack up a lung.”

Q might have laughed had he not been so busy fighting the panicked nausea swirling in his stomach. Instead, he just focused on breathing without aggravating his poor chest. His nose dripped in this position and he jammed one hand under it to keep it from leaking onto the platform. He stared down at his feet, both bare and one covered in a bloody makeshift bandage. Tears welled in his eyes; he was a wreck and there were armed people after them and he was pretty sure his fever had spiked given how upset he suddenly found himself.

The rumbling of the tracks signalled the train’s arrival. Bond crouched in front of him and gently lifted Q’s head.

“Don’t break down yet, okay?” He said with a voice that was soft but firm. “Once we’re somewhere safe, you can get it all out but right now I need us both to have our wits about us.”

Bond took his hand and Q wondered how they were so steady. He supposed they had to be. Bond had to be able to shoot people at any time. Right now, however, his steady hand was an asset in a different way as a comfort to the panicked Quartermaster.

As Bond led them onto the train, Q took a final deep breath and sat down. Bond took his usual seat across from him. Q wished briefly that Bond would sit next to him so he wouldn’t have to let go of his hand but he pushed that thought aside. They needed to be able to see everything. This made more sense.

Q felt another sneeze building and pinched his nose shut, stifling it silently. And then another. And another.

“Bugger,” he muttered, sniffling thickly. At Bond’s questioning look, he said, “I left the bag at the café.”

Bond sighed. “Did you at least take some medicine?”

Thinking back, Q honestly couldn’t remember. As his energy failed him, he offered Bond a mere shrug and shut his eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” Bond warned quietly.

“Piss off,” Q muttered which made Bond chuckle.

Not two minutes later, Q was pulled to his feet again and they were making their way along the platform at Oxford Circus (why did London have so many bloody circuses?) only to be dragged...right back on the train again.

“What-” He began but Bond cut him off.

“False change,” Bond muttered, his voice sounding that way it did when he was focused. “Throw them off the scent.”

Q nodded. Of course. He’d suggested agents do exactly this when being traced. He knew exactly what a false change was so why was he acting like one of Bond’s confused flings? Too exhausted to contemplate this, he slumped down on the nearest seat and shut his eyes. After a moment, he felt Bond’s hand pressed against his cheek.

“Your fever’s gone up,” he noted. Q grunted in response. “Have you done everything you need to do with this laptop?”

“Yeah,” Q breathed. Bond still hadn’t removed his hand. It felt good.

“We’ll leave it here. It’s got to be how they tracked us.”

“M’kay.”

Bond took his seat next to Q this time and Q was frankly feeling too atrocious to question it. When his head fell sleepily onto Bond’s shoulder, he didn’t question Bond’s apparent indifference to the situation either.

What felt like seconds later they were off the train again and back on the same line in the other direction and then they were back at Oxford bloody Circus. Q was allowing himself to be dragged through the station with his legs feeling like jelly when Bond suddenly jerked to the side and Q found his arm nearly dislocated as he was dragged into a service corridor.

Bond put a finger over his lips and peered through the grate. Q watched with him as the same suited men he’d seen outside the café came to a stop. In an absolutely typical show of terrible timing, Q felt his breath start to hitch.

Despite Bond putting his finger to his lips, Q couldn’t contain the soft hitching breaths nor the growing itch in his nose. The suits were talking in the corridor and Q wished they would just move on already as he jammed a finger under his nose and pressed hard.

“Q,” Bond whispered desperately. “Not now.”

Q shot him a watery glare. He was perfectly aware that sneezing now would be nothing short of a disaster, thank you very much, 007. He supposed he could try to stifle silently like he’d done before but he didn’t think it was worth the risk. Stifling was an imperfect art; better to hold it back.

His lungs clenched at the pressure put on them, breath itching in and out. As if a building sneeze wasn’t enough, each desperate breath made him feel like a hacking cough was just on the horizon. He let out an involuntary ahh and squeezed his eyes shut, rubbing harshly at his cherry-red nose and up into the corners of his eyes.

Holding it back was proving difficult. He could barely breathe without the tickle growing stronger. He could feel his nose running and went to press his sleeve over it for the third time like some kind of heathen when Bond pressed a handkerchief over his face. He offered a look of solidarity as Q took it from him.

“They’re going. Just a little long-”

But Q couldn’t hold on anymore. He toppled forwards into Bond’s handkerchief with a near-silent stifle but his nose wasn’t finished with him. One more stifle had his head pounding and then-

hhnYISHk! eng’ISHHOOh! hhiHZZHSHEW!

“Gesun-”

“N-not...done…”

hh...hhEHYSHHOO! ngh

Bond waited a moment this time before offering his gesundheit. Q blew his nose and let out a throaty, congested sigh. When he opened his watery eyes, he caught what might be described as a smile on Bond’s face but then he blinked and it was abruptly gone.

“Come on,” Bond said, grabbing Q’s hand again and dragging them onto the Victoria Line. Q stuffed the handkerchief into his chest pocket. Somehow, he didn’t think Bond would want it back; at least not until it had been washed.

Q coughed quietly into Bond’s shoulder and again didn’t ask why he’d chosen to sit beside him for the second time when facing each other would have made more sense. His nose still itched but it had settled to a dull roar which was much more manageable.

“What’d you do w’the laptop?” He mumbled and the question earned Bond’s hand on his burning forehead.

“I told you. I left it on the last train,” Bond said. “It’s on its way to Wembley.”

Q nodded. “Good thinking, 007. Maybe you don’t need me after all.”

He meant for it to sound light-hearted but, with his throat torn up from coughing, it came out more pitiful. Bond didn’t say anything but the way his arm wound round Q’s body and pulled him close said enough. On a better day, Q might have pulled back, might have snarked and grumbled and told Bond exactly where he could shove his pity - but he didn’t. Truth be told, Q craved this comfort right now and he wasn’t stupid enough to refuse it.

His nose was running again. Q ignored it.

“We’re getting off in just a second, Q,” Bond whispered against Q’s hair.

Q shifted, confused. “Vauxhall already?”

“We’re not going to HQ, yet,” Bond said, making Q sit up and give himself an awful headrush. He took his glasses off and rubbed his temples. “I...I’ve got a bad feeling.”

Q frowned. He’d known Bond long enough to know how good his instincts were. After short scrutiny of his face, he nodded.

Bond led him off the train at the next station and onto the District Line where they travelled to-

“Temple,” Q noted obviously as he stepped onto the platform, feeling the cold of the concrete platform numbing his toes. When they finally got back to HQ, he planned to wear at least four pairs of socks for the rest of the day.

Temple tube station - where Bond had chased after Silva following his escape. Q remembered it well.

Put your back into it.

Why don’t you come down here and put your back into it.

Q smiled fondly at the memory. But his smile quickly became a groaning frown as Bond led him into the service corridor and revealed what he’d just remembered came next - stairs. A lot of stairs.

With Bond right behind him, Q started up the stairs on wobbling legs. He just needed to sit down. Just needed to sit down. Please just let me sit down.

Climbing the ladders was painful on his feet, especially the injured one, but finally, wheezing and sweaty and with a dizzyingly high fever, Q finally let Bond gently push him up the last few steps and into the underground base they’d used following the explosion at Vauxhall Cross.

Finally, Q’s legs gave out on him and he sat down heavily against the nearest wall, instinctively curling into himself against the bitter chill of the place.

Just five minutes, he thought and shut his eyes. Just five minutes.

#chaosinpjs #sickfic #acefic #q sickfic #acefic 007 #acefic 00q

[bcdyhigh-blog]

hey y’all !! i have this queued and everything bc my forgetful ass prob won’t be around for the soft opening.. rip. anyways i’m lia, twenty, a rpdr and retro future enthusiast, and i’m hyped as hell to introduce my Kids ! admittedly gyuri owns my heart more than max so, you can have her first, you’d prob thank me for it shortly anyways DKSLGFJ you can find her bio HERE, i also have her PLOTS and STATS pages up, so check them out as well ! and if you wanna plot, just hmu over at discord !

( KIM MINJI | CISFEMALE | SHE/HER ) I swear I saw MOON GYURI around campus yesterday. I hear the TWENTY-ONE year old is very resolute & circumspect which totally adds up since they're a TAURUS. They’re in their THIRD year and studying MUSIC PRODUCTION. you might also see them at a RADIO CLUB meeting. ( lia, nt, she/her. )

moon gyuri, a daegu native with an older sister and younger brother, an ambivert and an all around baby

i already have an overview of her bg so i’ll stick to the basics with this copied intro gklfds

buT she became involved in music through her father, who studied it in uni and ended up becoming a music instructor with a focus on piano, flute and vocals

her and her mom.. also her older sister, didn’t have the best relationship when she grew older, which seemed to die altogether when her parents divorced and her mom left. but her and her sister’s still exists, it’s just that she’s a bit of a toxic influence on her and she tends to distance herself from her

went to seoul arts to pursue music like her father ( a daddy’s girl too like ) and found her way into the world of production !! just before junior year, she transferred out of her original program, applied music with a concentration in piano, into music production and has loved it ever since

she’s making something of an income as the creator of an acct on youtube and soundcloud for her music — going by the aliases lunar wave and leda on them respectively ( can you tell how creative i am.. seriously, im dsfggdfjk )

she’s not even close to making it big yet, having only started a few short months ago, and that being said, she doesn’t mind if she never works for a moderately to highly popular label in the future — though she should if she wants to get by

among the aesthetic, lo-fi music crowd ( one of those yt accts with a livestream for certain playlists that go on for hours, rip ) where for the most part, it’s personal faves mixed with her own works, and has a substantial following for such a new acct as of now. but has an interest in experimenting, with mashups ( as a lover of them ?? i couldn’t help myself sgflkdsjg ) for example, with a small fear of how that change would be received

anyways she’s a member of the radio club, is usually found in either her room or some studio in the music department, and is a struggling bi baby 

this is so short iK, it’s a little infuriating if you ask me ljkgdfjls

in terms of her personality and other things:

she’s quite a loyal person, but even she knows when to draw a line in the sand. while like i said, her relationship with her sister is Not Great, she hadn’t completely given up on her for many years. definitely for the time being, for her own benefit, but her being someone who’s open to the idea of people changing for the better somewhere down the line leaves a bit of room for her to possibly change her mind, if her sister does enough to allow her to consider it

so she can be a bit of a doormat in some cases, it all depends on how she sees the person that determines if that’s the case, but she generally won’t let you off if you’re being dumb/an ass to someone or if she gets advantageous vibes from you for example ( given she can.. be a little dense on occasion and is a gentle soul overall ) so.. idk fgklsj good luck to the 99% ig ??

she does have a slight dependency on others despite her thinking all signs point to the opposite, and even though her and her mom never rly had a good relationship she still reels from the neglect/abandonment some days so handle her with Care if she deems you a close pal

super wary with taking risks and the like, add her stubborn nature and she’s gonna be difficult to persuade on a range of things

unwavering in her work and with those she trusts. she also is the same with herself more often than not, but she’s not exempt from having that doubtful voice in her head convincing her she’s doing a shit job in x thing to throw her off

she’s a little reclusive when focused on something, if she tells you she’s working on a track, it’s essentially a head’s up that you might not see her for a couple of days depending on how soon she gets it done — lowkey that bitch™ who makes up an illness to her prof or boss, so she wouldn’t even show up for class/work if it’s more than just her fucking around

bc admittedly, a lot of what she posts is fucking around and liking it, her more thought-out and effort packed projects are hidden away on her laptop

a bit insecure with her work and just her general disposition ?? bc like i said, she’s not exempt from that Evil voice in her head and those few more.. conflicting points above, we’ll say, mess with her a lot and leave her disheartened so.. my poor child

so that being said, she’s v strong overall, takes people’s shit but if it gets to her, she gets over it p fast ( the first time around ). doesn’t dwell on much and will be courteous to you even if she’s declared you too toxic to stick around 24/7

isn’t exactly one to get angry super easily ?? she’s basically just disappointed or annoyed at best 99% of the time, it takes a lot to get her beyond that

a cute bean who wants the best for everyone and is also clumsy as absolute fuCK

uhhh

plays piano and bass guitar

prob has some kind of little amateur rock band with a few music majors and took up bass for the hell of it lmao

so.. if you want in on that lmk sdgkldg

loves animals, leans towards cats or big dogs. corgis and those little spaniels get a pass tho

speaking of, she has a cute little calico kitten ( i’m shit with pet names so that’s tba rgkjls ) who she Loves, her baby !!

sweater, ball cap and basic t shirt junkie

those glasses minji’s worn on occasion ?? rinna wears them too but.. actually needs them, not even close to a fashion statement

doesn’t don much makeup unless someone’s dragging her to a party or something

thaT’S when she looks a little more like a classy early twenties bitch.. which lbr, is hard enough when adulthood is a whole Train Wreck for the most part LGFJSDL

not a heavy drinker, but the textbook definition of a lightweight so.. she’s always praying for anyone who has to deal with her dgfjklsfg

lattes are her livelihood

a bit of a hopeless romantic, god help her

her favourite subject in school was literature/writing and reads quite a bit on her breaks between classes, prob tried to take up a creative writing class as an elective as well

favourite music genres.. it’s easier to say what she doesn’t like/finds boring, which is prob country and some aspects of edm/pop, not into punk/metal either

these are super basic plus her personality description is all over the place bc i’m rushing but.. i’ve gotta get to max’s info so this’ll do for now i hope ??

#sitaintro #╳┊: — welcome to chili's ! •「 ooc. 」 #omg this took longer than i thought.. her pages aren't even ready yet KDLSGFKDFGL #q.

[ravenclawravings]

Tag Game

Hi all! Recently we have been tagged in a bunch of those tag games. So instead of clogging your newsfeed we decided to combine a bunch into one post.

Here are some of you who tagged us! (I tried to find you all but, we get a lot of notifications and Tumblr makes it very hard to sort through them)

Tagged by: @headcanonsandmore 

@fuckitup-in-style,

@acciohermionejg

@iamskylorsaurus

@unusuallyzealousburgette

Gender: Both of us are girls.

Birthday: Zoe: March 28th. Alex: March 11th

Last movie seen: Zoe: Dunkirk Alex: Star Wars: The Last Jedi

What do you post/reblog: Zoe: A bunch of random crap. Alex: On this blog we post #relatable content. On my personal I just shitpost

Last thing you Googled: Zoe: “List of apex predators” Alex: “how do radiators know when to turn on”

Favorite blog: Zoe: No idea. Alex: @myendlessparade has some dank content ;)

Dream job: Zoe: Writer/ youtuber but I’m bad at both Alex: YouTuber or a paid/professional internet content creator

Dream trip: Zoe: I don’t know, I haven’t been to Japan before, I guess Alex: I really want to go to Germany but, I’d love to go anywhere in Europe. Or anywhere outside the US. Or anywhere really.

What would be your first entry in a new diary: Zoe: I don’t diary Alex: Probably something really random, a random thought perhaps. All of my past journals are filled with weird shit like “Tap Dancing Cat Play” with zero context

Top 3 things you love about yourself: Zoe: Why is this so hard? Can I say things I love about Alex instead? 1) She’s smart and funny and a great person to be around. 2) She’s creative and works so hard on the things she’s passionate about. 3) She’s supportive and understanding and all around a great friend. Alex: d’awwwww <3 turning the tables now - here are three reasons I love Zoe: 1. She’s a very accepting, patient and understanding friend. 2. She’s full of good ideas and the reason we started this blog. Also partly convinced me to pursue YouTube seriously (speaking of we need to do something about the gaming channel) 3. She has a very dark and dry humor, we can talk and laugh for hours

3 things you wish you knew how to do: Zoe: 1) Drive stick, 2) speak a different language (I’ve tried, I’m really bad at it), 3) manage my finances Alex: 1. Make gifs, 2. play an instrument, 3. drive??!?

Something you wish you had discovered/invented first: Zoe: I honestly don’t know. Alex: I asked Jake what to say and he said “submarines.” So I guess submarines

3 qualities you like in a person: Zoe: 1) their sense of humor, 2) intelligence, 3) creativity Alex: 1. taste in media, 2. humor, 3. uniqueness

3 qualities you dislike in a person: Zoe: 1) Cockiness, 2) overly defensive, 3) when someone talks over someone else and especially when they don’t stop and listen when the first person tries to keep talking Alex: 1. Selfishness, 2. carelessness, 3. when they walk slowly in front of me

Favorite planet: Zoe: I guess technically Earth because I live here, but viva la Pluto! Alex: Mars! Mars has such a vast history for such a barren planet.

A resolution you make every year: Zoe: I don’t make resolutions. Alex: I don’t really make resolutions but, I try to be less hard on myself each year

Something you’re better at than most people: Zoe: Um... writing? Alex: Video editing

Something you’re worse at than most people: Zoe: Talking to other people. Alex: Making friends

Favorite thing about tumblr: Zoe: Memes? Alex: MEMES and cute animal pictures

Least favourite thing about tumblr: Zoe: The entire way that this site is set up is like someone threw darts at a board and went “so this goes here, and uh, I guess that’s how we do this...” Alex: Dear god, this website is designed poorly for blog runners! There is no clear way to sort notifications, you either get them all or none at all. Also there have been times when a queued post just doesn’t post or tags just delete themselves while you’re typing them.

Weapon of choice: Zoe: Knives or a bow and arrow (I’m actually quite good at archery) Alex: Uh, none...

Something not many people know about you:  Zoe: I was going to be in a production with my dad trying to break the world record of most roller coasters ridden in a day, but the plans everything fell through about midway through, so it never happened. Alex: In middle school I used wear one ankle sock and one knee high because...fashion...?

Favorite means of transport: Zoe: I like driving, but if I’m going into the city, I’m taking the train. Alex: God, I hate all means of transportation. It’s all bad. Let’s just learn how to teleport already

Favorite story: Zoe: Harry Potter Alex: A New Hope

Chicken or egg: Zoe: Dinosaur Alex: I was going to say chicken but, Zoe’s answer is the really the best one

Something that always makes you laugh: Zoe: Cats. Alex: When Zelda yells around the apartment at her toys

What is the strangest thing about you: Zoe: You should see some of the texts I send Alex. Alex: just who I am as a person

You get to switch places with someone for a day, who is it and why: Zoe: Can I switch places with my cat? Alex: I’m stealing Zoe’s answer. Fuck yeah! I’d love to be Zelda for a day!

Name: Zoe Alex

Nicknames: Zoe: None Alex: Weasel

Height: Zoe: 5′7″ Alex: 5′3″

Orientation: Zoe: Hell if I know Alex: straight

Nationality: Zoe: I’m a US and UK citizen. Alex: ‘murican

Favorite Fruit: Zoe: Banana? Alex: Oranges

Favorite Season: Zoe: Fall Alex: Fall

Favorite Flower: Zoe: Roses Alex: Blue Roses! (only people from high school will get this joke and none them follow me....)

Favorite Scents: Zoe: Burning wood Alex: Most any candle

Favorite Color: Zoe: Purple Alex: Purple

Favorite Animals: Zoe: Cheetah, wolves, sea pancake Alex: Zelda!

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: Zoe: Depends on my mood Alex: All of the above, please

Average Sleep Hours: Zoe: 6 Alex: 8?

Dog or Cat Person: Zoe: Both Alex: Love both but, I really like cats

Favorite Fictional Characters: Zoe: Oh god, Aragorn, Harry Potter, Sirius Black, Gandalf, don’t make me choose, I could keep going. Alex: Han Solo, The Master, Mac, Michael Scott, Squidward (??), I don’t know man!

Number of Blankets You Sleep with: Zoe: Anywhere between 1 and 4 Alex: Normally one but, if it’s real cold, two or more

Blog Created: Zoe: This blog was created a little over a year ago, my personal blog was created something like nine years ago I think. Alex: Mine was made like 6 years ago?

Number of Followers: 48,100

Random fact: Zoe: When people are hanged, they die from lack of blood flow to the brain. Alex: Most female cats are right pawed

Star sign: Zoe: Aries Alex: Pisces

Hogwarts House: Take a guess

Why I made this account: Zoe: I made the account because I wanted something to do, and then I invited Alex to be a part of it with me. Alex: What she said ^

Reason for url: Alliteration is cool?

My favorite writer: Zoe: It changes all the time. Alex: Dr. Seuss

My favorite book: Zoe: Harry Potter? Alex: I have no clue?

My favorite movie: Zoe: Lord of the Rings Alex: Oh dear, I don’t know... Ed Wood (1994) ?

Time: Zoe: 15:46 Alex: 9:58pm

Favourite bands: Zoe: Queen, The Who, FOB, Muse, a lot. Alex: Fall Out Boy, Imagine Dragons, Panic! at the Disco

Favourite solo artists: Zoe: No clue Alex: Uh none? I don’t really listen to music besides the three bands listed and movie soundtracks

Song stuck in my head: Zoe: Right now, it’s “I’m Only Joking” by Kongos Alex: “Champion” by Fall Out Boy

Last show I watched: Zoe: NCIS Alex: I don’t really know. It’s between The Punisher, Black Mirror and Peep Show. I watch so many things I forget when I last watched it

Do I get asks: Zoe: Not really. Alex: We get asks here pretty often. I never get any personally - except spam

Lucky number: Zoe: 13 Alex: 3

Instruments: Zoe: I played the clarinet ages ago, and I sorta learned Violin for a little bit, but if you asked me to play any instrument now, I’d probably suck. Alex: I am not talented enough

What I am wearing: Zoe: Plaid and leggings. Alex: Grey and black sweater, leggings and draped in a blanket 

Favourite food: Zoe: I want pancakes right now, so let’s go with that? Alex: I’m so bad at picking favorite things! I just love food!

Last book I read: Zoe: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (it’s tradition for me to reread all the novels every year, and I was late last year, so I only just finished it in time) Alex: The Disaster Artist

3 favorite fandoms: Zoe: Oh, god... Harry Potter, LotR, and i guess certain youtubers? Alex: uh, that changes depending on how I’m feeling. Right now, probably, Star Wars, YouTube and something else?

#zoe and alex answer things #tagged post #we tag anyone who wants to do this #answers #questions #answer #ravenclawravings #not really harry potter related

[jack-the-bussy-slayer]

Today has been. Just one of those FUCKING days babes.

It got up to 104 today where I am, and ofc it’s the same day my family is moving and desperately needs my help, as well as the day I have a date planned and the day I promised my best friend I’d go to his grad party and then immediately go to work. This all sounds like teen movie shit but it really has Been Like That.

Anyways I start my day getting up super early to help my mom with the garage and by god it’s already 92 out and I’m fucking miserable. It progresses to the grad party where I arrive late due to packing issues, then leave early for work. It is, by now, over 100 degrees and I am actively dying. I work as a delivery driver which means every few minutes I’m out in the scorching heat, with no breaks besides the blessed moments they need me to stick my hands into the scalding water to do dishes.

Like most on this hellsite, I have ADHD, so the fun really gets going when I place an order for breadsticks and forget to ask for no Parmesan. I eat my nasty cheesy bread and then proceed to be distracted as I take my next order out- so I accidentally deliver to the wrong suite. I head back and about an hour later, well after I’ve forgotten all about the delivery, I get told they never recieved it- and so my next half hour is spent trying to figure out where the hell it went, and then contacting the customer to tell them what happened. They don’t pick up, predictably, because it is 10:30 at night by now and most reasonable humans are asleep by now. They finally call back in the middle of another delivery, around 11:00, and I’m so startled by a call on my cell that I accidentally leave my fucking keys, pepper spray and all, in my car in the dead of night at some rando dude’s house. I do the proper thing, call my mommy and have her bring a spare to let me in, and I go about my business- now a half hour over when I was supposed to clock off. I sit on the curb with a passive skunk and hope to god it doesn’t spray me because if it did I think I would have just given up on life entirely.

Thoroughly exhausted and very low on the will to live, I clock out and head to my car- only to hit the fucking signpost for the store while queuing up appropriate music for my shitty day.

I’m just,,,,, it’s been so many little things. There’s the events of today, the move, my cats are going to my sisters house for the rest of their lives which means I will probably only see them once a year, because my sister and I can’t figure out talk like normal humans after both becoming adults. The sports bra I use as a binder was super sweaty. I cut my sleeves off this morning. My family still calls me by the wrong name a year and a half after coming out and I am so fucking tired of pretending to be a person I haven’t been for years now. Im leaving for a different country for college and that never really hit me before now. I can’t curse freely in my home. Today’s the 11th day of my period. I have a massive headache. I just. I’m so tired.

[what-does-one-affects-the-other]

What's your opinion on this robot harry?For me it's so annoying he can't even pretend to be excited for his own tour, his social media presence is such a turn off

Well I’m sort of digging myself a grave with this one, but since I haven’t seen a post I can fully agree with, here we go. Disclaimer, I actually study this at uni. I was the Social Media Manager for the planning and putting together of a fashion show, on all platforms. I just handed in last month a 6-months marketing plan that was based around social media promo. So I do have a bit of knowledge in this area. I am by no means an expert, but this is my future field of choice, so I like to think I’m at least educated.

The situation isn’t as black and white as people have put it so far. All I’ve seen is “he’s horrible at engaging with fans” and “he doesn’t own you shit so stop complaining”. The answer is a very big grey area in which Harry’s actual social media presence fits perfectly in my opinion. First of all, there’s two main templates we studied for marketing purposes this year, Gaynor Lea Greenwood’s promotion suggestions (2009) and Burcher (2013)’s Paid, Owned and Earned media concept. Long story short, the first one is your traditional marketing campaign and the second one relies more on social media and advertising on it. Now, I think Harry’s team went for the more traditional approach, and let me explain why.

Harry started distancing himself more and more from twitter and Instagram ever since the hiatus started.Even before, during OTRA and MITAM promo, most of his tweets were promo stuff, lyrics I’m not sure we fully understand even now, charity work, promoting friends or tweeting about holidays/important days or events. His fan interaction has been low for quite a while, and I’m honestly baffled people are acting like this is news. Looking through his Twitter in 2015, there are some tweets to fans, yes, but they’re very sparse.I counted about 12 in 5 months, most of them in September, when Perfect came out, and around the release of MITAM.His tweets were mostly thanks to fans for various awards and nominalisation, promoting the songs/album, some lyrics and, without fail, after every concert he tweeted a thank you for coming.

It felt more personal than what we have now (tho in all honesty, his tour hasn’t started yet and if we eliminate the OTRA tweets it’s already a different story), but Robot Harry has been a thing then, and people were riding along with it instead of condemning it to the extent they do now.But, the thing is, Harry didn’t have the entire burden of engaging with the fanbase like he has now.Louis, Niall and Liam always took turns in taking the lead in replying to fans and interacting with them, which allowed Harry to do his part and everyone was mostly happy.

And yet, I personally don’t feel this frustration many people feel. I think it’s quite interesting actually. A bold move that wouldn’t work for other artist whose career relies on people who live and breathe social media (maybe Beyonce or Adele, but they are in another league). I was very intrigued by Harry’s statement in the Behind the album video, in which he said that there was a time in his life when people knew everything about him, and he didn’t like it.He has been overexposed since 2012, his personal life splashed across tabloids, fake relationship or not.And now he disappeared for a year (and has been retreating into himself for at least 2) and he wrote this mysterious™ album, trying to see if people can listen and understand it without knowing much about the current him. In this context, having an album that surrounds itself in mystery and then doing 4 Q&As on twitter and 3 livestreams sends…extremely contradictory messages. I can, and will fault his team for presenting a dual image of Harry that sometimes makes 0 sense, for handling a lot of things so poorly, and for the entire Carolina mess, but I will say that his social media fits this old school mysterious rockstar image they’re showing of him. I also think his actual reason is very personal and very real, and I respect the fact that he didn’t compromise this choice he made for promo purposes.

His promo relied on more traditional channels. TV and radio appearances, print magazines, and most importantly, the secret gigs. Now, I’m sorry, but I felt entirely more connected to Harry running across London at 8AM in my pyjamas than by any twitter spree he’ll ever do. I never did this before. This reminded me of the stories my dad told me, of queuing up for days in front of the box office so he’d get the tickets when they went on sale. It was very old school and it worked for me. It was a phenomenal experience, something I will never forget. And he did this for us. All profits went to charity, he didn’t do this for money. And while I know this was for a few selected cities and a handful of lucky fans, it was intimate and it was special and I think everyone, regardless if they were there, or vicariously living through pics and videos, felt a connection to Harry. We got emotional on his behalf when he sang with his idol on stage 2 weeks later, you don’t do that for someone you have no connection to.

Now, the actual reason I’m happy with what we’ve got is that it is genuine from my POV. Liam is the perfect candidate for a comparison, since he also took a bit of a break from social media (not as heavy as Harry’s, but he definitely wasn’t as active as Louis or Niall) and his promo is as textbook as it gets. He slowly, but surely increased his activity since January, a few more tweets, a few more pics on Instagram.A big turning point was April when he posted 13 pics on Instagram, compared to 8 in March, 4 in February and 3 in January. His Twitter went through a similar process.Now, the moment he started posting more, I knew his music was gonna be out soon. It’s pure marketing. You start your campaign weeks before the actual launch, it’s only natural. Unless you want to drop it as a surprise, but that’s another discussion. Actually Harry did it too, with the TV ad, but that was ruined by the info getting leaked beforehand and everyone getting pissed off by that so whatevs. Now, Liam is going for the approachable celeb route. Streams, Instagram stories, snapchat, tweeting fans, loads of pics, videos with popular Youtubers. It’s nice and about as well handled as it gets (apart from that weird video release earlier than it should have been and Liam just generally being a bit…odd?off?idk how to explain it, but a lot of people feel the same way from what I’ve seen). It fits with the image Liam is going for, it aims at the right target audience. He’s not trying to enter a new market like Harry is. He’s consolidating his place in the current market from what I’ve seen (and I’ll admit I haven’t followed his promo as closely as Harry’s). Trying to imagine Harry doing this sort of promo doesn’t really work for me.

Niall has been present on and off social media ever since he came back from his trip last year. Literally, if I pull up the calendars people have been making each month, he doesn’t get more than a handful of days without doing something, so it’s unfair to compare him to the others, since he’s always around and posting and doing stuff.

Louis deserves a better team and I won’t have anyone uttering anything else in my presence, and yet somehow, despite Niall’s constant presence and Liam’s textbook engagement, I’ll never feel as connected to them as I feel to Louis. Louis’ tweets are the perfect mixture of absolutely adorable fan service (“our year” 😭😭) and some of the things he’s passionate about (tv shows, fashion, footie/sports). His promo for JHO was….I have no words for it and I’m gonna have a rage fit if I start thinking about it, but his overall persona is charming and endearing when he’s posting things himself. He created a real communication channel between us and him and he knows how to use it when he needs to send a message (warning selfies anyone?Only you?). There’s an actual analysis of Instagram stats that shows he’s the number 1 male account in engagement and overall likes and that doesn’t surprise me one bit. Louis is a smart businessman, he has a loyal fanbase who is here for him through thick and thin.

And on top of everything I said so far, none of them owe us anything outside the promo bubble. Apart from shoots, songs/albums/tours info and official announcements, they do not owe us anything. If they chose to share a picture from their home, that’s their personal space, and while it’s good for PR, amazingly good in a society that thrives from the feeling of knowing everything about everyone (like what’s your fave’s breakfast and how’s their cat is doing), it’s still a part they can choose to keep private and no one should be entitled to ask for more.

Have you seen Adele’s Instagram? It gives you this illusion of closeness to her, with make up free selfies, funny poses and landscape shots. Too bad literally everything is from touring and other official appearances right? There’s one picture of her home, and that’s to celebrate the end of the tour. Harry sort of did the same with the booklet pictures. He allowed you into his personal space in a controlled manner, just like Adele did. Only he did it in a different way. His promo is just different and you have to think a bit outside the box to see that he actually did a lot of things other artists do. Just a bit differently. Was it perfect?Fuck, no. Was it as bad as many people make it look like?Personally, I don’t think so. It was just different and people are entirely justified to see it as a good or a bad thing. I see it mostly as a good thing. Mostly.

#it accidentally took me 2 hours to write this #and I was very nervous to post it #cause I don't want to offend anyone #but I literally can't agree with any post I've seen so far #so please be gentle if you wanna scream how wrong I am #anons #answered

[ngshuminjeannat]

started @ 9:50PM

HELLOOOO!!! can you actually sense that I’m very very happy to type this post out? 😅 as many of you would have already known, I went to TWICE concert last Saturday, July 13 as an early birthday present (well, from myself to myself 😂)… I mean you should treat yourself sometimes, right? right. I honestly wouldn’t have gone if I didn’t find any friends to come with me but thankfully my friend decided to allow me to go with him and his friends so cheers! ^_^ honestly, from the bottom of my heart, I didn’t regret going with them… I had a shit-ton of fun before, during and after the concert so yay!!! I’m going to share my experiences with you guys mainly so that I can read back when I’m much older hehe >.<

it was my first time attending a concert so I didn’t know what to expect tbh… I wanted to dress prettily so urm? I wore long sleeves shirt and a dress and boyyyy did I regret it omg )): the weather was soooo crazily hot istg it was so annoying zzz… my friend decided to take the “first” train so that we can buy merch as there would be a lot of people and by a lot, I mean literally A LOT of people. I had to wake up like 5:45AM (which btw was earlier than what I’ll wake up for school on Thursdays and Friday) and I managed to wake up eh… okay tbh, I woke up like 3+AM but I fell back asleep and then I woke up right when the alarm rang… my friend wants to meet in the MRT so I’ve to reach the platform by 6:20AM… surprise, I wasn’t late, the train was early so my friend and his friends left the train to wait for me HAHAHA so honored 😂🤦🏻‍♀️ and then we traveled to Stadium MRT…

we reached there around 7AM (?)… the queue was already like so damn long but thank God my friend’s friend reached there first so we were smacked somewhere in the middle… the merch booth only opens @ 10AM so we waited and waited and waited… by the time it was 10AM, lmao the queue was legit even longer than before…….. even though we were smacked in the middle, we didn’t get to buy any merch other than Candy Bong Z… legit all the merch were already sold out within an hour and a half like (pardon my language) but what the actual fuck?????! I mean the tickets were all sold out and I meant all but the merch that they brought was probably way less than that?? it doesn’t make sense sia… I feel damn bad for the people who queued for at least an hour or more but didn’t get anything… it’s damn unfair istg… 🙄😪

k anyway, after that we walked around buying other things like banners, fans, etc… oh there was free stuff too hehe >.< we ate lunch, walked some more until 4:30PM then we went to queue to go into Singapore Indoor Stadium UwU 🙆🏻‍♀️ the line was pretty quick so yay! tbh, when my friend’s friend didn’t get the CAT 1 tickets, I was disappointed because it was my first concert and I want to see them up close… but then when I got in, we were like so near to the stage, I wasn’t disappointed anymore HAHA… 😅 however, they look damn small so I could only really see them through the big screens… it was fine though, I just want to see them soooo desperately!! 5PM and the concert started!! ugh, honestly, I feel my life is complete already when I saw them 😁❤️ wah istg they damn gorgeous, like drop-dead gorgeous 😍😍 maybe you will say I’m biased but I can’t help it considering they are the only girl group I hardcore stan with my entire life hehe… I just love them soooo much in the entire world!!!

there are some of their own songs that they sang with a twist on it so it was really new to me but nonetheless, I still enjoyed the concert! if you did see my instastory (if you haven’t, go follow me on my Instagram HAHA, don’t we all love that shameless plug lul sarcasm intended), then you can clearly hear me screaming my lungs out which I’m embarrassed of after replaying my story 😂🤦🏻‍♀️ I surprisingly didn’t get a sore throat after that though despite my high-pitch shouting voice…… they also did a triple dance group thingy which let me emphasize were literally legit soooo sexy I almost got a nosebleed (exaggerating but whatever)… MOMO’s dance move was astonishing and she is really a dancing machine 😍 her body is also goals and it makes me wanna exercise and get those abs like how I always want (but we all know how lazy I’m so maybe sometime later?)… I’m going to insert some pictures here that I personally took…

TWICE GANG / SQUAD 🤟🏼

candy bong z colors soooo pretty

stan #satzu ❤️

stan #dahmo ❤️

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I didn’t take the rest of the members by myself so yea… 🙃 it’s now 11:20PM because I had a “break” just now to sing a happy birthday song and do all that crap… yes I purposely not write this post until my birthday because it’s more meaningful that way? oh my cake is black forest and I really like the cake a lot (I mean I chose it myself so obviously I like it lol)…

nineteen with me in my kimono because too lazy to put on a proper outfit

I think that’s all to this post? idk? but I still have to edit a YouTube video (part 2) of my concert and I plan to upload both part one and two on my birthday so let’s just end this here HAHA….. oh and thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday (whether I actually know you or not)! 🙆🏻‍♀️💕 I really appreciate it a lot and tbh I felt damn popular because so many people wished me when usually it will be only my family members and a few of my close friends so yay 😬 thankyou and I love you people (as friends)!!! till the next post, bye! 👋🏼 p/s: I can buy a cigarette pack now (no, I don’t smoke and I don’t plan to… it just feels like an accomplishment when you buy your first cigarette/alcohol/whatever thing?? I like that kind of feeling lul) but please stop increasing the “legal” age as the years go by… it’s hard for the 2000 babies zzz

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  Episode 17: #TWICELIGHTSinSG started @ 9:50PM HELLOOOO!!! can you actually sense that I'm very very happy to type this post out?

[someonexsomeone]

The Cat

Title: The Cat

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Ethan Nestor x fem!reader

Word Count: 1937

Summary: Chica’s acting funny, and when strange things happen, even stranger assumptions are made

Authors Note: This story is told as the reader is female. As alwats, for my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I'll get it up as soon as possible

Ethan Nestor was not a cat person. Sure, he thought they were cute, thought they were soft. Yet, if there was any other type of dog in the room, he would immediately make a b-line for it. He loved Chica to bits, hugging her and petting her as much as possible. In a way, it was his way of remembering his dogs back home. He missed his two best friends, Max and Dexter, more than anything in the world. His love of dogs was something everyone knew. Many times, the team would lose track of Ethan just to find him curled up on the floor cuddling the golden retriever, or even taking her for random walks if she needed it. It was a precious relationship they had. 

Until one day, when Ethan walked through the door, Chica immediately ran up barking loudly. Ethan jumped, surprised by her sudden attack. Never had Chica ever been so hostile with him, so aggressive. A large blush covered his cheeks, embarrassment dusking face and neck. 

 "Chica! China, no! No barking!" Mark approached Chica, forcefully pulling his dog away from the red faced editor. Amy was quick to rush over, pulling Ethan in the other direction. 

 "Ethan? You okay?" The boy only nodded, quickly brushing himself off as if trying to get rid of something. 

"What happened?" She asked as Mark approached them. 

 "I don't know. I've never seen her act like that before." As if coming to a realization, Mark slowly looked to Ethan out of the corner of his eye, who was still rapidly sweeping his hands over his clothes. "The last time she did that, was when Katherine brought her cat home for the first time." Ethan completely froze, a small grimace twitching his lip upwards. "Chica doesn't take to nicely to cats ." Amy quickly turned to Ethan, her eyes wide. Ethan? With a cat? 

"Ah! See, no. Not what you're thinking. I was just, uh. When I was walking from my car, a cat came up next to me. I pet it for only like a second. Ha. Wow, Chica has a really strong nose. What a smart dog!" And that was that. 

Ethan immediately threw himself into editing, only talking when absolutely necessary. He fumbled over things, dropped his headphones more than once, and even walked right into a chair. Everyone was concerned. Was he okay? Never had they seen the blue boy act so strange, and that was saying something. Ethan was the first person out the door that day. Granted, he was one of the first to be there, but rarely had anyone seen Ethan leave that fast. He had finished all his work, so why did Mark find his actions suspicious. 

The next day, Ethan was back. He walked in with his usual swagger, greeting Chica with a smile and a pat before plopping down at his desk. He waved hello to his friends, cracked jokes, and even was willing to film a video with Mark and Tyler. Mark couldn't help exchanging looks with Amy, confusion pushing his eyebrows together. Had yesterday just been an off day? Did he completely imagine it? Despite Ethan acting like his usual self today, Mark couldn't help the nagging feeling that lingered. 

His confusion only raised as weeks past and Ethan's behavior only began to get stranger. Somedays, the blue boy would come in with a large smile, happily bouncing all around, nothing fazing him. Others, he would come deflated, like he was upset but no one could figure out why. Well, not everyone. Ethan and Katherine only seemed to get closer as Ethan's behavior became more sporadic. They would sometimes be found in the small kitchen, whispering quietly to each other, but as soon as anyone entered, they would break apart and continue whatever they were doing silently. Other times, they would leave together, claiming they were carpooling, despite the fact that they lived in complete opposite directions, and brought their cars that day. The rest of the team couldn't help but get more and more suspicious. It was Pam who suggested maybe they had started dating, but wanted to keep it a secret incase it didn't work out. Based on what they had seen so far, no one had disagreed, and a pact was made. They would give Katheryn and Ethan as much space as they wished, and no questioning them. They would tell the group when they were ready. 

 Nearly a year had passed, and now Mark was getting angry. If Ethan and Katheryn were actually dating, they would have told them already, surely! He started huffing, pacing back and forth. Amy sat across from him, lounging on his couch. 

 "I just don't understand. Do they not trust me?" Mark started pacing faster, rubbing his hand through his hair. Amy sighed lightly. Mark did have a point. Amy thought that Katheryn was her friend, her best friend. They always told each other everything, even the gross stuff that should have been kept to themselves. 

 "I don't know, Mark. But I trust Katheryn. If she hasn't told me yet, there has to be a reason. Maybe they want to be super sure before they tell us. It is a big deal after all. Mark sighed, pacing back and forth for a few more seconds before giving up. He plopped himself beside his girlfriend, laying his head in her lap. Sighing one more time, he crossed his arms. 

 "But I wanna knoooooow." The childish response pulled a laugh out of the blonde woman. Leaning down for a quick kiss, Amy pressed play on the movie they had had queued up a few minutes ago, relaxing into their Sunday night plans. 

 Another month or two passed, the group now settling the idea that Katheryn and Ethan were dating. Now, it was a waiting game. When were they going to tell them? And just like that, the bets began. Tyler had guessed within the next two months. Pam had said within four weeks. Amy had said in the next two. And Mark, ever the optimist, said by the end of the week. 

However, as the week passed, as Friday quickly approached. On the day in question, everyone had gathered in the editing room, passing glances to each other. The only people missing - Katheryn and Ethan. Mark was getting more and more excited. Today was the day. It had to be the day. Mark's excitement only grew as Kathryn quickly rushed into the room, a bright smile on her face. 

"Guys! Ethan really wants to see you at the front door." Her smile pushed her cheeks into her eyes, but it didn't seem to die down, even though it was starting to look painful. She quickly waved her hand, beckoning them to follow her. And they all did, almost too excited. Despite her confusion to their eagerness, she pushed them forward, crowding them into the small entrance way of the office. Ethan was already there, nervously bouncing on his toes. He smiled sheepishly as they finally arrived. 

 "Hey guys." He scratched the back of his head, looking to the ground. "Listen. I know I haven't been the most discrete the last few months, but I have a really good reason." 

 "Ethan. We already know." It was Tyler who had spoken. Mark was quick to retaliate, shoving his elbow into the taller man. 

 "What? No, no we don't. Continue, Ethan. You were saying?" 

 "Wait." It was Katheryn now who stepped forward. "You know? For how long?" Amy looked at her guiltily. 

"A year." 

 "A year?!?" Ethan shouted in surprise. His stomach twisted into knots. A year. They had known for a year. He could have avoided all of this sneaking around, all the secrecy, for a year. He felt deflated now, but almost relieved. 

"I'm so sorry Ethan!" Amy spoke again, stepping forward. "We really wanted to ask about it, but we wanted you to do it on your own terms." The genuine smile that crossed his features made the rest of the room smile just as easily. 

 "You guys are the best. Well, not the best. Could have saved all this secrecy and panic, but I'm glad you all know now." Ethan smiled again, now more excited than nervous. "I've been waiting all year to tell you. I really wanted to do it sooner, but I knew I wanted to be absolutely sure before I introduced you to her." This caused the room to gain an air of confusion. Meet? But they all knew Katheryn already...unless... 

 "Wait! You're not dating Katheryn?!?" Pam practically shouted this, pointing accusingly between the two parties. In an instant, both Ethan and Katheryn had looked at each other for a second before shouting loudly in disgust. 

 "What? No way in hell!" 

 "I mean, no offence to Katheryn, but no way!" Before anyone could get any louder, a single hesitant tap on the door caused the room to fall silent. The disgust that once covered Ethan's face was replaced with excitement. He wasted no time throwing open the door, a new comer standing just at the threshold. In a very three stooges fashion, the team had all lined themselves up to get a glimpse of this person, the person who was in fact dating Ethan and wasn't Kathryn. Ethan swopped down with no doubt in his mind, claiming her lips in a sweet kiss. She smiled brightly, returning it quickly before being allowed to step through the door. She smiled at the group, scanning her eyes over one before giving her brightest to the one familiar face in the room. 

 "Hello! It's very nice to finally meet you all. I'm (Y/N)." 

 Extra: 

 The group was now walking down the street, heading to their favorite lunch spot. (Y/N) followed in tow, her hand clasped tightly in Ethan's. They were lagging far behind the others, trapped in their own world, occasionally stopping to admire the view, or share another quick kiss. "I just don't understand." Amy said, turning her head to look at the shorter brunette. "How do you know (Y/N)? And what was with all the secrecy?" "Oh!" Katheryn almost looked guilty, looking to the floor before meeting her friends eyes. "Remember when we went to see that movie? The really cheesy one with the dead girl?" Amy nodded in recognition. "Well, when I was headed to the bathroom half way through the movie, I spotted Ethan at the ticket booth, hand in hand with that girl. And he saw me too. He quickly panicked, and made me promise not to tell anyone. They both wanted to go slow, didn't want to be pressured by their friends." "But that still doesn't explain why Chica's was acting weird around him." Mark said ahead of them, turning to walk backwards to join the conversation. Kathryn laughed lightly. "That's the day I caught them. That night, Ethan slept over at her house. She has the most adorable cat in the world. Oh my god, you guys need to meet her. She's so sweet." And thats how the cast and crew of Markiplier ended up at your house, Chica and your precious cat alternating sitting people's laps, laughing and getting to know you. You were so lucky your boyfriends friends were so kind. You shared a smile with Ethan, leaning over to give him a sweet kiss. Yep, you were definitely very lucky.

#crankgameplays #crankgameplays x reader #crankgameplays imagine #ethan nestor #ethan nestor x reader #ethan x reader #markiplier #teamiplier #imagine #one shot #writing

[onestowatch]

James Droll’s “Cut My Teeth” Is a Soulful & Cathartic Assessment on Love [PREMIERE + Q&A]

Nashville has seen the incredible growth of countless established singer-songwriters, but there are none quite like the rising James Droll. Born in rural Ohio and now based in Tennessee, Droll embodies the purity of a human being searching for what’s to come next in his touching discography. Droll’s songwriting mostly focuses on the devastation that inevitably comes with painful heartbreak, which is a familiar feeling listeners can certainly resonate with. In preparation for his forthcoming debut album, Droll is giving us a sneak peek at his enticing musical direction with an immersive new single, “Cut My Teeth.”

Droll’s discernible ability to create dark pop songs with a comforting hint of optimism is evident in the grappling “Cut My Teeth.” As Droll sings about being hesitant before allowing himself to become emotionally invested in someone, he stresses how important it is to know what you want in any type of relationship. The captivating electronics and alluring synthesizers are just an instrumental bonus to Droll’s hypnotizing vocals, which are nicely layered with sweet harmonies.

On “Cut My Teeth,” James Droll shared with us,

“‘Cut My Teeth’ is a song about reluctantly falling in love. I knew the relationship was close to a breaking point, but I had already bitten off more than I could chew. I tried my best to convey finding one’s place, even if it’s in a sinking ship.”

Ahead of his upcoming performance at SXSW, we recently chatted with Droll about the local Nashville music scene, his awesome tattoos, and his forthcoming debut album.

OTW: You’re originally from Ohio, but now you’re pursuing music in Tennessee. Why did you relocate to Nashville? What are your thoughts on the local music scene?

JD: At the time I was working at a bar in Cincinnati and was offered the opportunity to relocate to Nashville and open up a new bar downtown. It was a combination of personal and professional, honestly having so little to do with pursuing music, as I was also seeing someone at the time who was living down in Tennessee. I had done the band thing for a number of years and was pretty burnt out on music and wasn’t really sure I’d find my way back to it at the career level. My first few years in Nashville really put me through it emotionally. 

I learned about myself and started to find my way back to creating music out of catharsis rather than the sole purpose of it to be heard by others.

The local scene in Nashville is so nuts, I’m finding it more and more difficult to stay up on all of the new artists and releases with every passing day. It’s so encouraging to see budding artists outside of the country world coming here and gaining as much inspiration and motivation from it as I have. I think we’re building something really cool with a very specific attention to detail in terms of creating meaningful songs that resonate authenticity.

OTW: Your mature songwriting is complemented by your truly stunning instrumentals. Can you share a bit about your creative process?

JD: First and foremost, I have to give a shout out to my primary collaborator/producer, Reed Berin. He is always down to fully realize any terrible (and sometimes dope) ideas that pop into my head with an excitement I’m working on emulating. Almost every song I write and end up queuing up for the masses starts as a “I can’t sleep so I’m going to open my notes app and dump every single thought until my eyelids get heavy” kind of a moment. I would say my process, more than anything, relies on flexibility and understanding that it is an ever changing sequence of events. Sometimes Reed will text me with an idea that gets my brain working on some lyric and melodies; other times I’ll sit down and write an entire song in fifteen minutes while swatting my cat for control of my keyboard. Staying open and understanding that there is no formula to a great song has truly helped me the most and would be my unsolicited advice for any newer writers/artists.

OTW: “Cut My Teeth” is about the troublesome concept we’ve all dealt with: love. What inspired you to write this song?

JD: “Cut My Teeth” is my hesitant first attempt at a love song. It truly embodies the relationship I was in at the time and in hindsight has given me quite a bit of perspective on the aftermath. There were so many moments where I felt like my best self with the subject and then so many times where I felt like an alien. I tried to capture my favorite moments but also my hesitance in how jarring it was when we felt like strangers. By the end of it, I kind of feel like I had cut my teeth on trying to navigate what felt like was my first adult relationship.

OTW: For those who are unfamiliar, can you explain what the phrase “cut my teeth” means? Why did you use this specific idiom for your song?

JD: “Cut my teeth” is a way of saying you have broken the proverbial seal and gained experience to a specific end. It just fit the sentiment of feeling like the relationship had allowed me to cut my teeth on love and being a significant other.

OTW: You’re currently working on your debut album… Any updates on that? What has this experience been like for you?

JD: We’re shooting for the summer! I already have a folder of songs stashed away that I’m very excited about. We’re just waiting on a few final touches to round them out. The experience has been eye-opening, frustrating, liberating, tiring, and self-assuring. I’ve learned so much about how ambiguity is something to embrace rather than fret. I’m so excited for everyone to hear what we’ve been working on.

OTW: You recently tweeted: “first rule of music: don’t listen to anyone who thinks they’ve got the industry ‘figured out.’” Can you expand on this?

JD: That was definitely a hot take, but I stand by it. I’ve been pursuing music on and off for the better part of eight years, and I’ll say the one constant is change. There is no for sure fire plan to success… There is no perfect plan that can launch any breaking artist into the hearts of millions. It always comes back to one of my least favorite phrases I have to repeat to myself in the mirror: “If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.” There are so many times young artists hit pitfalls early in their career by being promised the sun and the moon and I am no exception. 

Write music you like that says what you want it to say and surround yourself [with people] who care about you more than they care about your professional successes.

OTW: Your hand tattoos are so detailed and bold. Why did you get “Fake Love” tattooed on your fingers? Can you explain the face tattoos on your hands?

JD: I feel like I’m painting myself to be the jaded grandpa I’ve always wanted to be… But I got them as a reminder of all the times people have cared more about the advantages of being close with me than the symbiotic nature of true friendship and intimacy. I know it may not sound like it, but I’m quite the dreamer. I’ve just got sandbags tied to my ankles so I don’t float off into the clouds. The world can be a terrible and wonderful place and sometimes people don’t deserve the benefit of the doubt. They’re an ode to that.

OTW: Who are your current Ones To Watch?

JD: Oh man, I could go on for a while on this… But my new faves that I’m hoping stay on the rise include Jessie Reyez, Rex Orange County, Still Woozy, Trove, Phangs, and Julia Knight.

#cut my teeth #james droll #pop #singer-songwriter #interview #soul

[writebethany]

If Lucy is the cool aunt and James is the calm teddy bear uncle and Winn is the nerdy one, what about Aunt Kara?

Previous Parts

Kara, whether she wants to be or not is that Aunt that somehow always gets into sticky situations 95 percent of the time. Baking with Aunt Kara? Somehow flour ends up everywhere, including three rooms away where neither of them even went. Going to the park? A massive rainstorm that nobody predicted hits. Getting ice cream? Somehow the machine broke and now there’s ice cream everywhere, including on Vega and Kara, but now they have triple the ice cream they paid for in their cups. For the most part, they’re amusing accidents that harm no one that make for a funny story later. And this is only when Vega’s alone with Kara. When they’re both with Cat, too, everything turns out fine. There’s just something about Kara that the universe likes to spring things on, much to Vega’s amusement.

The most memorable disaster is when Kara takes her to the Fortress of Solitude when she’s thirteen.. On Krypton thirteen has a significance, it’s the age a young person picks their faction, picks who they will be when the grow up. The choice can be changed, of course, but most rarely do. Vega does not get to pick a faction, and neither did Kara. She left right before her thirteenth birthday. So it feels right to Kara to share this little bit of information and ceremony with Vega. Kalex will lead them through the ceremony, and while it may mean nothing on Earth, it will mean something to them.

Or at least that’s the plan. First, when they are on the way to the Fortress, after dark has fallen over National City and no one will see them flying out of the city, they hit the first snag. They’re flying over a rather deserted piece of land when an F-16 fighter jet flies up beside them. Kara eyes the jet, wondering just what in the world is going on. She hears the pilot radioing back to base that the blip spotted on the radar was Supergirl and then hears base radioing back to bring her in. She knows the President won’t have a problem with them flying, she’s met with President Marsden’s replacement several times and found him to be level-headed and a good leader, but she would have to fight up the chain of command for that to happen and the DEO would probably get involved and it would be a large mess. 

“Vega? How would you feel about breaking mach three?” Kara asks over the wind.

Vega just smiles at her. “Sounds like fun Aunt Kara.”

“On your mark, get set, go!” And she sees Vega shoot ahead of her. Kara turns to look at the fighter pilot. “Sorry,” she says before she herself shoots forward faster than the pilot could ever hope to fly. 

She finds out later from Alex after she calls to tell her what happened and that political tailfeathers would need to be smoothed that she had flown over the President at a top secret retreat in the middle of the Sierra Mountains. The radar had caught her and flagged her as a threat, leading to the fighter pilot pulling up beside them. Whoops. At least nothing bad had come from it. No missiles had been fired and best of all they hadn’t been detained.

The next thing that happens to them is when they arrive at the Fortress itself. Kara goes to look for the key, explaining that it’s made from neutron star alloy, too heavy for anyone who’s not Kryptonian to lift. Usually it gets partly buried under snow, but easy to find. Except after a minute of digging around, Kara can’t find it.

“Um, do you see a golden key anywhere?” Kara asks Vega, looking around now with her x-ray vision.

Vega shakes her head. “Nope. Did you check under the doormat?” She laughs at her own wit.

Kara just glares. “Haha, very funny. Help me look.”

“Why don’t you just call Clark?” Vega asks, kicking at the snow half-heartedly.

“Because I don’t want to tell him that I lost the key to his Fortress, do you?”

“I’m thirteen, Aunt Kara, no one is going to blame me. I’ve never even been here.”

Kara gasps over dramatically. “You’re going to throw your own aunt under the bus like that?”

Vega grins. “Maybe a little. Besides, the bus would take more damage than you.”

Kara shakes her head but flies up twenty or so feet, looking out on the ice to try and find the key. And then another ten feet, and another, until she finally spots a glint of gold in the distance and flies off towards it. Somehow, it had made its way about half a mile off, though Kara doesn’t know how. Maybe it had slid downhill and then ice drift had carried it off from there. How long had it been since Kal had been up here that he hadn’t noticed? She shakes her head and flies back to the Fortress key in hand.

Next, they walk in and the doors close behind them. “Kalex?” Kara calls out. She shivers a bit even though she doesn’t feel the cold. There’s something about the Fortress that always gives her the chills. Aunt Astra can’t even come to the Fortress, too many ghosts, she says. Kara sees what she means, looking at scraps of technology and art and books that Kal has painstakingly assembled.

Kalex appears, weaving a little drunkenly and Kara’s eyes widen. What now?

“Kalex, are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Master Kara. More than fine.”

Kara steps forward. “Then why are you weaving like that?”

“Ah, that. I was performing routine maintenance on myself and I believe one of the bottles of lubricant was labeled wrong. I was attempting to fix the problem myself, but now that my gears are all out of sorts it was proving rather difficult. Whatever it is, it tingles.”

Kara wonders just what in the world could make a robot tingle. Maybe she doesn’t want to know. “Do you need help?”

“That would be much appreciated, Master Kara.”

So Kara goes and fixes Kalex, finding the right lubricant and cleaning all the gears. She tells Vega to look around while she does so and Vega wanders off in search of interesting things.

By the time Kalex is fixed and has the ceremony Kara wants queued up and ready to go, Vega is nowhere to be seen. Or heard. And Kara starts to get a little nervous.

“Kalex do you know where she is?” Kara asks.

“Let me pull up the logs.” A second passes. “Oh dear. She’s found her way into the room of the three tests.”

Kara’s eyes widened. Why in the world had Kal built one of those? Thinking about it, it was probably to make sure he would pass the tests given to all Kryptonians once reaching their majority, But if he built it like the rooms were built on Krypton, then Vega wasn’t getting out of there until she passed the tests. And Kara had no idea if Astra had even taught her about any of the tests. Oh Rao above Alex was never going to let her hear the end of this.

She hurries down to the exit to the room, Kalex right behind her. “Has she passed any yet?” Kara asks.

“Yes, she’s passed the first two. Now she’s working on the test of truth.”

Which was the hardest test, and why it was last. Yikes, Kara had taken an hour on her own to do it years ago after she was already an adult. How long would Vega take? Probably longer. She was going to have to call Alex and tell her they wouldn’t be home for dinner.

Fifteen minutes later, after Kara has already worked herself into a frenzy, Vega steps out. “Oh, hey Aunt Kara. Did you know that room locks behind you? Because I didn’t.”

Kara blinks at Vega for a second. “Um, you solved all three tests?”

Vega nods. “That last one was rough, but the first two weren’t bad.”

Kara snorts and then busts out laughing so hard that she cries. Vega just looks at her, a little worried.

“Sorry, sorry, I just, it’s ironic that we came here for the ceremony of your thirtheenth year and yet you manage to wander into the room of the three tests instead. Has Aunt Astra told you about them?”

Vega shakes her head. “Nah, she’s mentioned them, but said she would explain more after I came back from today and the ceremony.”

“The three tests are what you go through upon reaching your majority. You passed them at thirteen.”

“Huh, cool.” Vega shrugs.

Kara closes her eyes and breaths out. On Krypton it would have been viewed as a miracle of Rao. But Vega doesn’t really know that and in a way it stings. But Kara just laughs again.

“Yeah, cool.” Kara nudges Kalex. “So, ceremony of the thirteenth year, Kalex.”

“Right Master Kara, coming right up.”

Kalex leads them through the ceremony, finally without a hitch, and then they fly back home without much in the way of fanfare, which after the day is a huge relief to Kara. Explaining to Astra, though, what happened at the Fortress goes a little less smoothly.

“What do you mean she passed the three tests before the ceremony?!” Astra grips her fork so hard it bends.

Alex places a hand on Astra’s shoulder. “It’s Kara, Astra, something was bound to happen.”

Astra just pinched the bridge of her nose and breathes in. “Rao above help me, you’re right.”

Kara just blushes and pretends to melt into the floor. Why does this stuff always happen to her?

next part

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I ask you to answer 1-100 go!

1. What's your middle name, and do you like it?

It's Inkeri. I don't really have any strong feelings about it

2. are you artistic?

nooo. the most artistic thing I can kinda do is makeup.

3. Have you had your first kiss?

yes

4. What is your life goal?

to be in a situation where I don't have to stress about money

5. Do you have any expieriences with a famous person?

I met Vic Fuentes when I was queuing for their gig in 2013. It was freezing cold so he couldn't take photos with us all but he took one group photo and posted it on his instagram. 

6. Do you play any sports?

nope

7. What's your worst fear?

idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

8. Who's your biggest inspiration?

is it wrong if I say Harry Styles

9. Do you have any cool talents?

well I can sit on the couch for two days straight without doing anything special, if that counts

10. are you a morning person?

hell no. I can wake up early if I have to but I prefer not to.

11. How do you feel about pet names?

they're okay I guess

12. Do you like to read?

I do though I've been in a reading slump for a while

13. Name a list of shows that have changed your life.

Queer as Folk, Supernatural, Skam, Charmed, Moomins... 

14. Do you care about your follower count?

not that much anymore

15. What's the best dream you've had?

the one where I had my life figured out

16. Have you ever kissed someone of your same gender?

yes

17. Do you have any pets?

nope

18. Are you religious?

no

19. Are you a people person?

definitely no

20. Are you considered popular?

no

21. What is one of your bad habits?

overthinking

22. What's something that makes you feel vulnerable

not knowing simple things 

23. What would you name your children?

idk some cool name

24. Who's your celebrity crush?

atm it's Cody Rhodes

25. What's your best subject?

//

26. Dogs or cats?

both, the more the merrier

27. most used social media besides tumblr?

twitter

28. best friends name

//

29. who does your main family consist of

Mom, dad, and a brother

30. Chocolate or sugar

both ofc

31. have you ever been on a date?

yes

32. Do you like rollercosters?

I don't have strong feelings

33. Can you swim?

yes

34. What would you do in the event of an apocolypse?

I'd like to say that I'd try to survive as long as possible but that might be a lie

35. Have you struggled with any kind of mental disorder

yes

36. Are your parents together?

yes

37. What's your favourite colour?

Purple

38. What country are you from/do you live in?

Finland

39. Favourite singer?

There's too many to list

40. Do you see yourself being famous some day?

nope

41. Do you like dresses?

omg yess!!

42. Favourite song right now?

Kingdom by Downstait and Dust Into Diamonds by Lovex

43. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

depends who I'm talking about it with

44. How old were you when you first got your period?

9 I think

45. Have you ever shot a gun?

no

46. Have you ever done yoga?

yes and I love it

47. Are you a horror girl?

no

48. Are you good at giving advice?

hehe no

49. Tell us a story about your childhood.

can't be bothered

50. How are you doing today?

good

51. Were you a cute kid?

probs, idk

52. Can you dance?

no

53. Is there anything you do that you can't remember ever not doing?

tumblr

54. Have you ever dyed your hair?

yes, I don't have purple hair naturally

55. What colour are your eyes?

green

56. What's your favourite animal?

any animal

57. Have you ever made a huge fool of yourself?

too many times to count

58. Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

it's pretty good

59. Do you have good friends?

yes

60. Are you close with anyone of the lgbtq+ group?

well I'm pretty close with myself

61. What's your favourite class?

any class that ends before it's supposed to

62. List all the tv shows you are watching.

Criminal Minds, Supernatural, Code Black, Vikings, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Quantico, HTGAWM, Modern Family, Travelers 

63. Are you organized?

I try to be

64. What was the last movie you saw? Opinion?

Kingsman and I looove it

67. Which tv character do you relate to most?

idk

68. What are some things that stand between you and complete happiness?

anxiety and laziness

69. If you received enough money to never need to work again, what would you spend your time doing?

watching tv probably

70. What would you change about your life if you knew you would never die?

eternal life sounds horrible so I'd find a way to die 

71. What would you do differently if you knew that no one was judging you?

go running or go to the gym

72. If you could start over, what would you do differently?

probs many thing

73. Would you break the law to save a loved one?

yes

74. When was the last time you travelled somewhere new?

I don\t even remember cause it's been so long

75. When you think of your home, what immediately comes to mind?

safety

76. What have you done to pursue your dreams lately? How about today?

studying

77. What did you want to be when you were a kid?

I didn't really have a dream job as a kid but I think I wanted to be a teacher at some point

78. If you dropped everything to pursue your dreams, what would you be risking?

what dreams

79.When did you not speak up, when you know you really should have?

//

80. Describe the next five years of your life, and your plans, in a single sentence

Study and graduate.

81. What would happen if you never wasted another minute of your life, what would that look like?

productive

82. If you could live forever, how would you spend eternity?

As I already said, I'd try to find a way to die

83. How would you spend a billion dollars?

charity and kickstarters

84. If you could time travel, would you go to the past or the future?

past

85. What motivates you to succeed?

the fear of failure

86. What dream that you’ve had has resonated with you the most?

idk I never remember my dreams that well

87. Would you rather live in the city or the woods? Why?

in the city

88. Do you believe in life after death

no

89. What teacher inspired you the most? How did they?

none

90. What’s your fondest childhood memory?

gardening with my parents

91. If you could have dinner with any one person, living or dead, who would they be and why?

Louis Tomlinson

92. What would you have to see to cry tears of joy?

a very good pro wrestling match

93. What is the hardest lesson you had to learn in life?

that life isn't fair

94. What do you think happens after we die?

hopefully we just die and nothing happens

95. What would you do if you would be invisible?

I'd find out all the Larry secrets

96. What's something you can't do no matter how hard you try?

run a marathon

97. Would you want to choose the sex and appearance of your offspring?

what kinda question is this

98. How did your first crush develop?

as if I remembered my first crush

99. Is there a feeling you are trying to ignore? What is it?

Yeah, the feeling that I'm just a huge disappointment to all

100. Do you live or do you just exist?

do I exist. Am I real. No one knows

#thanks for asking #this was fun #shurikenship