#Minnie said things I don't like so now you can't be friends with her and me

[kimbappykidding]

Other Parts: Part One, Part Two and Part Three. 

You were at home when a hurricane in the form of your members hit you. "Y/n!" Soojin cried bursting into your room and you jumped, dropping the book you were trying to read. "Jesus what?" you asked and you saw Minnie, Yuqi and Soyeon follow her so knew this must be serious. "What happened?" you asked "is Shuhua okay? Where's Miyeon?". "They're fine but you have to see this" Soojin said and passed you her phone.

You watched V's video and were stunned. "Why would he do this?" you asked "he could've ruined his whole career by announcing this". "Because he loves you" Minnie said. "If what he said is true, then he won't care if he's fired" Yuqi said and you blinked "he said that before but I never believed him". "You know I've never been his fan" Soyeon said "but I guess this is the first step towards proof". You stared at the phone "when was this?". "30 minute ago" Soojin said "the internet has gone insane! Their account is trying to take down the recordings but more and more keep popping up. You're trending on Twitter and people can't believe it but more things about V are coming up. Photos are resurfacing and people are believing your story, they're criticising the people who blamed you and they're siding with you" Yuqi said. You paused "I never wanted people to side with me. I just wanted them to...". "Believe you?" Minnie asked "they do now, V's done that at least".

You shook your head "shit, shit...I have no idea what this means". "How do you feel?" Soojin asked and you shook your head "that I...I want to see him. I want to hear what's going to happen to him and I don't know yell at him? Thank him? I just want to talk to him". Soyeon nodded "we thought you might say that and that's what Miyeon and Shuhua are working on". "What, how?" you asked and you heard a honking outside. You looked out the window to see Shuhua in her dad's car which had blackout windows so nobody would be able to see you and Miyeon was holding up a full body suit which would hide all of you. "Let's get you to V" Soojin said.

The girls were like secret agents or something it was insane. Soojin took her car which was a typical flashy idol car and drove past The BTS house, you figured V would be there instead of at his apartment. Soojin's car flying by made lots of paparazzi follow her and thinned the crowd. Then Yuqi and Shuhua helped you climb the fence and slip into the backyard. V had showed you how to do this years ago and you were pleased they never moved. Once there you headed to the house and managed to get to the door as security caught you. You were arguing with them around the back when the garage door opened.

"Y/n?" Jimin asked hearing your voice but you only had one thing to say. "Where is he? What going to happen to him?" you asked. "We caught her sneaking around" the security guard said and Jimin nodded "it's okay she's a friend, thanks though Carl" and the man left you with a nod.

Jimin led you into the house and to the living room where some of the guys were waiting. "Y/n? Are you okay?" Jhope asked and you nodded "is V?". "We don't know" Jin said "they didn't let him come home. RM and Suga have gone to see if they can help him at all". You sighed and shook your head "why did he do that? Why would he be stupid! He could've ruined his career, all his fans might abandon him, he could've wrecked everything". "But Y/n he doesn't care about any of that" Jimin admitted "he just wants you and hoped this would show you that" and you blinked "he really does?". "Yes" Jungkook, Jin and Jhope said at once and you stared at them all "I...I..." you stuttered when there was a loud clicking noise and the front door opened.

Jhope immediately pushed you back to shield you in case anyone management-related entered but he stepped back when he saw who it was. V was looking down but he must've sensed something because he looked up and his eyes went to you straight away. "Y/n" he said and RM and Suga both jumped spotting you.

"Y/n why are you here?" V asked coming to you "there's so many people outside it's not safe for you". "No you don't get to lecture me about safety, I'll ask the questions and do the lecturing here" you said and V nodded "okay, What do you want to know?". You didn't even know where to start and had a million questions before but now, could only think of one. "Did you mean it?" you asked "when you said you loved me?". V nodded "I meant every word but especially that. I love you so much it hurts Y/n and I promise I will never hurt you like I did again" and that was all you needed to hear to close the distance and take back your man.

V closed his eyes as you kissed him and held onto you tightly. He'd dreamt of this moment for months now and it was finally happening. He pulled you closer even though he kept the kiss soft. It was more that he wanted proof this was real than to progress it any further. He could've stayed kissing you forever but he felt something wet on his cheek and opened his eyes to realise you were crying.

"Why did you do that?" you asked when you separated "you're going to be in so much trouble and you've angered all your fans for what?". V was expecting this and he knew the answer. "For you" he said "and that's why it's worth it. I'd do it all again for you Y/n, I don't care what they do to me as long as everyone knows I was the villain and you're the angel I'm crazy for". "I'm not an angel" you argued but V brushed away your tears "yes you are and I hate anyone treating you as any less. I won't have anyone badmouth you Y/n and if I lose everything but gain you then I don't give a shit. You're all that matters to me" he said and now you were both crying.

The guys gave you both some privacy and you cried more before finally feeling more settled. "So what have they said to you?" you asked "how much trouble are you in?". V shrugged "I'm suspended but as I said I don't care. I have enough money to spoil you for a lifetime and all that matters is you're with me". You blushed "you don't need to spoil me, I'm happy with you too" and V's heart soared. "You have no idea how happy that makes me" he said and you smiled "good" and wrapped your arms around him in a hug. V held you to him and let out one of the biggest exhales he ever had.

Once the guys stopped hearing crying they hoped things were okay and they knew it was safe to come back into the room when they heard laughing. "Hey how is everyone?" Jhope asked walking in first and V smiled brightly "brilliant actually" making the guys chuckle. "RM explained what's happening" Jungkook said and V nodded "I'm on hiatus but I don't care" he said looking at you "I have means to support myself so they can fire me if they want. I am sorry for doing this to you all though" he said leaning forwards "I blind sighted you and it's going to put us in the news in a bad light because of me. I'm sorry for that". "Are you kidding?" Suga asked "we don't give a shit about that?". "You don't?" V asked and Jimin laughed "of course not! We're proud of you" and all the guys agreed. "This is the most we've seen you smile in...well years" RM said and Jimin nodded "properly smile that is, not the fake one". V laughed "well I'm happy! Probably way happier than I should be right now" but Jin shook his head "I think all things considered it makes sense and we should celebrate!" and Jungkook pulled a bottle of champagne out from behind his back and popped the cork. You and V jumped before laughing and happily accepted the glasses passed to you.

It turned into a mini party with the guys all celebrating you two getting back together. By the sounds of it, they deserved it too from suffering on behalf of V. He hadn't been the best and they were quote "just happy the real V was back now". So everyone let their hair down and things just felt right. You found yourself going around the room catching up with all the guys and everything you'd missed in the years' absence. You didn't realise how much you missed them and had forgotten how much they'd all cared for you. It felt nice to be back with them but when V couldn't cope with you being away from him anymore he tugged you back to his side and said he'd come with you if you wanted to move but he was now your shadow. You didn't mind that and happily stayed with him.

After that, there was no question of you going home so when things started rounding down you headed upstairs with V and when you were alone the atmosphere changed. "I can't believe you're here" V whispered "I never thought I'd get this again, to have you here to have you in front of me" he sighed. You smiled "well you're wasting it all the way over there" and V smiled "you're right, I didn't spend years dreaming of this to let you stand in the corner. Let me make it up to you". He outstretched his hand with a beautiful sexy smile and you took it.

Everything felt like the first time again and in many ways it was. Your second kiss in 5 years was sweet and heartfelt but quickly became passionate and heightened. There were so many emotions wrapped up in this reunion and you could tell V felt that too. As things progressed you felt a little nervous like you had during your first time with V all those years ago and despite his ample experience with this, V was nervous too.

He touched you hesitantly at first as if scared you might disappear. He kept gazing at you and checking you wanted him. Finally after telling him for the 5th time V started to believe you and you picked up enthusiasm. V couldn't stop saying your name and whispering how much he loved you and how he just wanted to make you feel so amazing. It was a whirlwind of physical, mental and emotional pleasure and you were both exhausted afterwards. V repeated everything he'd said to you as you lay in his arms to make sure you knew he meant it and you could feel his sincerity with each word.

V knew you couldn't sleep if you weren't in pyjamas so before he could drop off he rolled out of bed and started rummaging in his drawers. You watched him amused, wondering what he was doing when he cried "found it!" and turned around to show you. "No way! You kept it all this time?". It was your favourite shirt of his which you always used to sleep in. V had it as a trainee and had long since outgrown it so it quickly became yours. "Of course" he said "I could never bring myself to get rid of it, it was my keepsake of you" and you smiled. "I have some shorts you can have too" he said pulling them out of his other drawer and you laughed "have not borrow?". "I meant what I said about spoiling you Y/n, anything of mine you want you can have". "That's really sweet" you nodded "but the only thing I want to have is you, how about you put the pyjamas down and I can show you?" you asked. V's eyes lit up and he quickly threw them on a chair before coming obediently back to you.

A while later you were both thoroughly exhausted, in pyjamas and wrapped up together ready to sleep...but V was unsure. "I don't want to go to sleep" V mumbled sleepily and you leaned back to look at him "why?". "Because this will just be a dream" he said "it's too perfect not to be, what if I wake up and you're gone?" he asked. You could tell from his tone he was genuinely scared of that and gently caressed his face "it's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I'm back V" and he looked at you before nodding. "Okay" and he bundled you close to him, holding onto you tightly. "But I'm still going to stay awake for a while". "You don't have to" you told him "I love you too, I'm not going anywhere" and V stiffened. "You do?" he asked and you nodded "I didn't stop" and V pressed himself even closer to you. "You're my everything" he whispered and you nodded "you're mine too and you know I'd never lie to you, right?" you asked pulling away so you could look V in the eyes. He nodded and you smiled and gently pressed a kiss to his lips. "Now come here" and you opened your arms. V settled into your arms and rested against your chest. "Go to sleep" you said gently stroking his arms "you're safe" you told him and V nodded listening to your voice as he was lulled into sleep. "I'm home" he replied sleepily before he gave into his dreams which were now a reality.

You woke up the next morning to find V wrapped around you, literally. You must've turned away from him in the night and V's response was to throw himself around you in an extreme spoon with both his arms and one of his legs wrapped around you. You chuckled slightly at how snuggly V had a hold of you and moved his arms enough for you to spin around and settle against his chest. You nuzzled it slightly before laying against it with a sigh. You dozed for a while and then heard a sharp noise followed by a swear which jolted you awake. You blinked your eyes open and saw V watching you "did I wake you?" he asked and you just smiled. "No" you lied and reached up to kiss him. V happily kissed you back and made a whine when you pulled back. "That was a really good night" you commented and V nodded "the best one I've had in years" and you smiled. V pulled you back into his embrace and rubbed your shoulders "thank you Y/n, for giving me another chance, things will be different this time". "I know" you said "thank you for fighting for me" and V nodded "always".

It had been a long separation so after you'd both woke up and realised you were in bed together you wasted no time getting re-acquainted. However not long after you were disturbed by a voice very quickly calling your name. "Y/n? It's Jimin, I'm not going to come in don't worry but your phone's been ringing all morning so it's here outside the door" Jimin said and then you heard him rushing away. You both chuckled at the panicked footsteps and V stood up and retrieved it for you. You did have tons of missed calls and you called Soyeon figuring your leader was the best one to call.

She picked up immediately. "Y/n about time!" she said and you laughed "sorry I didn't have my phone with me". "Why? Aren't you with V?". "Yeah but I wasn't exactly keeping track of my phone". Your friend made a noise of agreement as she got it "that makes sense, you always said V was amazing in bed" and you jumped slightly but V had already heard it and was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "That's what you used to say about me?" he whispered pulling you onto his lap and you pushed him away, you couldn't focus on the phone if he was touching you. "Yeah so what's up?" you asked more curtly than you meant but Soyeon just laughed. "The managers want to see you today and are asking when you'll be in". "They want to see me?" you asked a little worried and Soyeon nodded "yeah but don't worry you're of course not in trouble. You didn't do anything! I'm guessing it's just a little damage control, they'll probably want to know how to proceed and what V's planning on doing next". You could guess what V was planning to do next by the looks he was giving you and how his hands kept crawling closer to you. You waited a long time for this and frankly didn't want to go into work when you had V waiting for you so you decided not to. "Can you tell them I'm sick and will be in tomorrow. I have plans for how I want to spend the day and they do not involve talking to some middle-aged men about my relationship". Soyeon laughed "of course, you can't be off for long though or they'll get impatient". You nodded "tell them I'll be in tomorrow, I'm just stressed about what happened yesterday, they should get that". "Yeah totally, enjoy your sex day!" she said loudly and hung up.

The phone screen went black and V smiled "so I've got you to myself all day? For what did Soyeon call it?". "You know damn well what she said now would you like to tease me about it verbally or physically?". "Both" he replied and yanked you back onto his lap. This time he got no resistance.

You and V didn't emerge from his room until noon and all the members gave his doorway a wide berth knowing exactly what was going on. But you had to stop sometime and while V got some food you went to go shower. You returned feeling refreshed and happy. V took you downstairs where he'd cooked you breakfast and waited until you'd finished eating to get into business.

"So I called my lawyer while you were in the shower and he said your company can't force you to reveal anything about us. You can keep it all a secret if you want to. You don't have to say anything so don't feel forced to". You paused "I...you rang them to check?". V nodded "I want you to be protected in case your company tries any funny business, I can get one of them to come with you tomorrow if you want?". You shook your head "It's okay, I'm sure they just want to talk but thank you" you said coming to sit beside him. "I meant what I said Y/n, things are going to be different this time and I will be your biggest defender. Nobody is hurting you while I'm here". You smiled "well it goes both ways, I'll always fight for you too. I know things have been hard and they won't change overnight but I'll be here for you V. We can work together" and he stared at you before nodding. He'd forgotten what it was like to have someone he loved look at him like that. Not with worry or concern but with faith and confidence. You trusted him to turn things around and V loved you even more than he already did for that.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise but everyone knew you and V were back together. Every idol in the industry had seen that confession and rightly assumed after something so bold, you would give him a second chance. What was strange though was how it made people act towards you.

Overnight you became more powerful in their eyes. Your company suddenly got a lot of calls from people wanting G(I)-dle on their show and trying to book you for things. Then there were the other idols. At the first award show you went to, you could feel everyones' eyes on you and not in a bad way. "You'd think I won a gold medal at the Olympics or something, not got back together with my boyfriend" you commented to Yuqi who laughed. "The way they see it, you've jumped up the pecking order" Soyeon explained "they think V's made you more relevant". You smiled "well that's good...it tells me exactly the type of people to avoid" you said smiling at some girls waving to you whom you'd never spoken to before "it's a great way to weed out the snakes".

It occurred to you that this must've been kind of what it was like for V. To have people stare at him differently and suddenly clamour for his attention all those years ago when BTS got big. It didn't excuse what happened but you got a little more why it led V down a dark road. If that'd been you 5 years ago when you were just a kid, maybe you would've fallen for it too?

You didn't realise getting back with V would be so different to last time but quickly realised it was a pretty big deal because you were dating a completely different V. A week after you'd gotten back together V shared his schedule with you for the rest of this year when his hiatus ended, next year and even the one after that. He said he wanted to prioritise you and give you the first pick at any free time he had. There were huge chunks of time on his schedule pencilled out because V had tours or ceremonies or other big events planned even 2 years into the future. It was a little daunting at first seeing your life planned out but then you calmed yourself. It was just any other idol life and you shared your schedule too and got to planning.

You worked out you could both spend Christmas together, a whole week or so and then there were chunks in March, June and September where you'd be able to get away together the following year. Plus V had his 6-month hiatus and you'd agreed to move him to your apartment. He couldn't leave the house much because the media was all over him but you weren't as big news after a few months and had to leave for work. So V stayed at yours and only left when necessary at first. As things died down he got more freedom and could actually leave your apartment but he didn't hate it either way. He got to see you every day and he loved it.

V also low-key loved the domestic side it brought out in him. He really enjoyed cooking for you, preparing breakfast for you, making you lunches and serving dinner. It made him feel important and he meant his promise about spoiling you and food was a great way to do that. He bought a cookbook and everything and got all happy hearing you praise his cooking. He loved taking care of you so made sure the apartment was always clean, bought your flowers weekly, handled any errands or repairs you needed and felt like a house husband. He loved it and you noticed.

You got home from work one day to smell something amazing. "What is that smell?" you called and heard a laugh come from the kitchen. You followed it and found V smiling "surprise! I made Minnie's dish for you!". "Omg what?" you asked "but that's insane even I can't make it!". You adored Thai food and there was one dish in particular she made that took a ton of effort but was divine and that was what V had made for you. "How did you get the recipe and all the ingredients?" you asked. "I emailed Minnie for the recipe and the ingredients weren't too bad. Only took me 3 attempts". "You went to 3 different stores all to make me food?" you asked in awe and V smiled "yeah I thought you'd like it, do you?". "I love it!" you cried "you're amazing" before smiling "did you buy yourself an apron?" noticing what V was wearing. He nodded "yes all chiefs need one, do you like it?" he asked twirling. You smiled "yeah it looks great on you, thank you" you said kissing him softly and V smiled "wait until you see what's for dessert". You paused "I can't tell if you mean sex or actual food". V laughed "I meant food but I'm more than happy for dessert after dessert, now you go get changed, get in something comfy and I'll get everything dished up. I've got your favourite cold beverage chilling for you too". You shook your head "I feel like a husband from the 70s" and V laughed. "You know you don't have to do all this for me right?" you asked feeling bad having V spoil you so much but your boyfriend just shook his head. "I know but I want to and I love it" he said "and I quite like the idea of being your house husband" he smirked "just sitting at home waiting for you to come home to me after being a big successful power woman" he said getting more and more into this fantasy as he spoke. You laughed "I had no idea you were so attracted to power, are you after my money you gold digger?" you joked. V smiled "you don't have to pay me, I'm yours" and you smiled "no don't worry I can figure out ways to make it worth your while". V paused "do you need help freshening up?" and you smiled "yes please" and took his hand leading him into the bedroom.

Your new favourite thing was to wake up and hear V singing to himself in the kitchen as he made breakfast or to wake up in the night after a bad dream and have his mere presence make you calm. V made you happy and you knew you'd be able to get through the time apart for moments like this. And as V's hiatus drew to an end you both got ready for the change.

As the time for V to go back to work approached, you could tell he was nervous and hesitant to jump back in. He honestly didn't need to be an idol anymore. He had a lot of money and could easily get work as a model or host or anything really, especially with your pooling your incomes but you knew he loved being an idol and being on stage with his members. He just needed reminding of that, so you invited the guys all around to spend time with him.

V had seen the members fleetingly but not all at once since this had happened. He said he didn't want to distract them or bother them but you thought it more likely he was nervous. He worried they wouldn't forgive him for damaging their name or wouldn't need him, that they'd be better off without him. He didn't verbalise any of this though but you knew how he thought and could tell he was nervous to approach them. You tried encouraging him verbally but figured the best way to show him his friends loved him, was to have them tell him themselves.

V had done so much for you that when you got a few days of work you asked Jimin to take him out and do something nice together while you got the place ready. The guys came early, armed with food and drink and helped you set up in minutes. V wasn't expecting anything but when he walked through the door and saw his members holding "welcome back" banners it hit him. His members wanted him. He was a little tearful but it was happy tears and all the guys rushed to express how much they'd missed him and couldn't wait to have him back. When V found his way to you he almost cried again. "Thank you" he said softly and you smiled hugging him "you don't need to thank me, I wanted to show you how much your members love you and tell you it's okay. You've taken such good care of me these past few months and I trust you. It's okay for you to go back to work, it's not selfish to pursue what you love and I'll be here loving you every step of the way". "You're fucking amazing you know that?" V asked kissing you messily and you laughed as he pressed his lips anywhere he could. "Yes and so are you" you said giving him a slower more deliberate kiss. "Now come on, I didn't invite this many guys into my clean apartment to sit in the kitchen snogging you, let's go celebrate your return!".

After that V's worries didn't vanish but his biggest one, that the boys wouldn't want him was gone and that made the world of difference. You wanted V to have the perfect first day so made some plans. You weren't as skilled as V at the domestic crap and were quite proud of it but for V, you'd really tried. You woke up early to prepare V his favourite breakfast, even getting Minnie to bring you fresh ingredients and low-key help you make it because it was hard. Then you got all the stuff to make him a barista-level coffee and got some nice snacks and drinks for him while at work. You got all his clothes ready so he wouldn't have to worry and his favourite fluffy towel waiting by the shower. You did all this before V woke up and snook back into bed to surprise him. Minutes before his alarm went off you gently woke him up by wiggling into his arms and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "It's nearly time to get up" you whispered and V stirred before his arms tightened around you "and you knew I'd want a cuddle with you before huh?" he asked "you're the best girlfriend" he said moving you onto his chest fully and you smiled. You wanted so desperately to tease him about what you'd planned but managed not to and it was so worth it seeing V walk around the apartment and get more and more excited at the things you'd done for him. When you dropped him off for work he was in a great mood and you felt so proud to see him smiling so brightly.

"So I'll meet you here at 6 but if you want to go out with the guys or anything that's totally fine" you told him and V nodded "okay!" but you saw him hesitate. "Hey, you're going to be amazing" you told him "you were born to do this and finally you're back. I know you can do this and I love you so much". V smiled, he always smiled when you said you loved him and you'd purposefully not said it for a few days purely for this moment. V's shoulders relaxed and he took your hand "I love you too" and he leaned forward to kiss you. You made sure to make it a good one and when you pulled back stayed close to him "knock them dead" you said and he grinned.

In that moment you knew without a doubt both your futures were going to be bright and you were going to succeed together because nothing in the world could stop you.

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Uhm... I made another one.

Yeeesss, I know, my finals for this semester are coming up, but leave me some freetime xD

Anyway, my best friend sent me another bunch of funny things kids in kindergarten said and I made another TWDG kids template out of it.

So there.

Enjoy! Xd

PS: I had to rewrite some of them because she gave those to me in german and they wouldn't make sense in english, so... excuse the Florida comment xD

Minnie: "I have a unicorn at home! But I ripped out the horn, so it's a not-so-much-corn now."

Sophie: "I always read books at home, my favorite book is Justin Bieber!"

Louis: "My parents have a swing in their bedroom, it must be so much fun, but I'm never allowed to play with it." (...That was disturbing, send help to the poor boy.)

Duck: *talking about future jobs* "I wanna be a whale!"

Ruby: "Yes, I love Spargel! Oh, what's that?" (It was at this moment, that the little girl learned, Spaghetti and Spargel aren't the same. And for my english friends, Spargel is Asparagus.)

Clementine: "Mommy had a baby yesterday! But it is a little bit ugly."

Marlon: *to the new young woman working there* "My dad said everyone needs a job when they grow up. Why don't you have one?"

Mitch: "Remember when you said that I'm not allowed to play with the water in the sink anymore? *soaked from head to toe* "Because I don't."

Louis: "I don't like cucumbers that grow." ( what .)

Willy: "Did you know, that eggs break apart when you throw them? By the way, where is the cleaning set?"

Brody: "You can't play with us, you don't like coffee!" Violet: "But you never drank coffee either!" Brody: "But I like it, because momma likes it!"

Tenn: "You're my kokong." (He meant Cousin.)

Marlon: "I want my reflection to be alive as well, I want to play with it. That's so unfair!" (He didn't understand the concept of twins yet.)

Violet: "I'd eat that very gladly. I just don't want to."

Willy: *after being asked to help clean up the mess* "No thank you, I like it better this way."

Marlon: "Your pants are ugly." Mitch: "You're wearing the same." (And then Marlon threw a tantrum because he felt insulted.)

Aasim: "I have a bunny at home. But sometimes it changes colour." (Again, Aasim are you okay?)

Louis: "My goldfish went to Atlantis today!" (It died.)

Marlon: "My uncle has no eyes, so he got a dog with eyes. I don't want my eyes either, I want a puppy!"

Clementine: "How long does a strawberry tree grow?"

Mitch: "If bears gotta go for little boys, they pee in their fur."

Louis: "I'm there in a second. Geez, I hate it when people say that, what KIND of second, a long or a short one?!"

Violet: "Tastes ugly."

Ruby: "You need to go home, you have 124 meters fever!"

Sophie: "If you destroy my picture, I'll get world destruction!"

Aasim: "I have to computer now."

Louis: "My tummy feels yucky, can you call my mother in law?"

Marlon: "What do you have there?" Louis: "A cough drop!" Marlon: "Woah, I want a tough drop too!"

Ruby: "I lost my fuck in the sandbox, momma!" (She was talking about her toy truck.)

Minnie: "My mom has circus disturbance." (She meant circular disturbance.)

Omar: "Today I have fish sticks with potato pudding!"

Brody: "Look, I'm a mermaid! Now I only need a fork!"

Marlon: "Why is that man shaving the lawn?"

Louis: "But I already ate all my cousins!" (It's raisins, Louis.)

Ruby: "My grandma is in the animal shelter because she can't walk anymore." (Her grandma went into retirement.)

Willy: "My grandpa is magnetic too!" (His grandpa had a prosthetic leg.)

Duck: "My dad is special too, he's from Florida!"

Mitch: "I want more pregnant stamps." Ms. Martin: "...What?" Mitch: "I'm still hungry." Ms. Martin: "Ah, yes, you can have more ravioli."

Duck: "Can I have more weed?" (He meant arugola.)

Sophie: "I only got one motivation left for cleaning up, so I'll hurry."

Louis: "I got a bikini!" (It's a kiwi, Louis.)

Marlon: "Does the CD player google the songs first or why is it taking so long?"

Clementine: "My baba brought me today." Duck: "Huh? I thought you could only eat them?" (...He thought she meant a banana.)

#twdg marlon #twdg #twdg louis #the walking dead telltale games #twdg incorrect quotes #the walking dead #twdg violet #twdg brody #twdg clementine #twdg duck #twdg willy #twdg mitch #twdg minerva #twdg sophie #twdg omar #twdg aasim #twdg ruby #ericson kids #twdg aj #twdg tenn #twdg kenny

[randomfoggytiger]

React: "Return to Me" (from the POV of Someone Averse to RomComs, Part III): Wherein I Rename Bob the Builder

Bob has arrived at O'Reilly's (even Riley would have been a better name than Bob. I'm sorry-- I vowed to let the Bob name thing rest. I'm sorry, carry on Bob.)

He likes the restaurant, it seems, though he has to gird up his loins (metaphorically) before exiting the car. (Excellent choice on DD's part to make Bob muted and mumbling after the death of his wife-- unless ranting at a boardroom, of course.)

I see Bob passes waitress lady and Minnie Driver, nice nice.

Charlie's happy to set up his friend.

Bob decides he isn't happy to be set up, after all.

Gold.

"Matchy matchy, green squared." Cue "Aha ahahhaah ahoy ahee ahoo" noises from everyone but Bob.

Yeah, this isn't going to work out.

If you can't tell from Bob's polite smile, he's dying inside.

Let me better illustrate:

And a great touch (or should I say, purposed non-touch): Bob reaches for the jacket foisted upon him blindly, not wanting to engage... eye contact.

Charlie just said...

No, I have to restart that:

Charlie just said.

BOB'S A BUILDER.

REALLY.

YOU NAMED HIM BOB BECAUSE HE WAS A BUILDER--

Y'know.

I had patience with your name, Bob. I did. I was a generous soul. No more. Your name's Ben now. Live with it-- unlike Elizabeth (buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurn.) I'm not sorry, Ben, I'm just petty now. I made a deal with you and this happens. You should be ashamed Ben Bob. Bob Ben. ...Bobbin'? Bobben? ...Nah, I'll stick with Ben, easier that way.

Not Bob's date being unimpressed that he designed a building instead of owning it was classic.

Take that sick burn, Ben Bob.

Meet Cute After Date Is Moot.

Some of Bob-Ben's animation returns as he tries to place Minnie Driver.

"Do we know each other?"

"Uh..." she looks engaged for the first time, too. "I think so."

Benners makes jokes about an Irish Italian restaurant before date woman jumps in with "blah blah blah" hands at Minnie-- which Ben doesn't appreciate. And, obviously, neither does Grace/Minnie.

These names are getting to be a lot but I don't care.

Bob grabs Grace's arm before she leaves, asking for a cup of coffee to smooth things over but mainly to add an "I'm sorry" before it.

I'm likin' this bittersweet Minnie Driver, I'm likin' it a lot.

"No straw," he winks.

Minnie's likin' that a lot, too.

Bob's so caught up in his head that he doesn't even notice his phone ringing. A good portent for his future.

When he realizes he has a way to escape, Ben Bob bobs out of that booth so fast you'd wouldn't have known he'd been there. (>:DD)

He then walks half-way across the restaurant to oh-so-casually wait behind Grace the waitress... and catches her doing the ol' be-nice-to-your-waitstaff parlor trick: swap the waters and the Karen won't know.

Bob is delighted; Minnie, caught, glides away; and I'm having a grand old time.

Benjo Bobberino sets up his escape plan with Big Mike (again, those Arcadia bells are ringing. Yes, I know it's a common American thing to put Big with Mike, but still.)

"Oh, I bet that's refreshing." Bobcalifragilisticexpialadocious deadpans, staring at the bottled tap water and sharing a private joke with Minnie.

Ben nearly murders a hag when she continues her badgering (if his strained intake of breath is anything to go by); and covers for his friend's stupid jokes, smoothing it over with a handwave.

Charlie, my man, Benanas is doing you a favor here. Don't embarrass yourself too badly.

I see you, Bob Ben (returning to the classics) wanting to try Grace's favorite dish and getting fed up when date has the gall to call it fattening and ask if anything's not covered in oil.

"No-- some we boil in Swiss water."

Meet Cute got a hearty laugh out of Mr. Morose, who doesn't care if the table is confused and not chuckling along.

Karen literally pulled the manager card. Her name's forever stamped as Karen to me, bravissima madame.

Ben faking his way through the phone convo is *chef's kisses.*

Charlie knows. "Byyyyyyyye."

Grace runs over, trying to make sure she hasn't offended her patron; and Ben is way too eager to assure her that the Karen woman isn't his girlfriend or even a friend.

Mr. Alive and Bantery, thou hast sort of returned.

Grace hands him takeout-- "Mr... Atsuki"-- and I don't know if I've seen anything greater in 24 hours.

...Oh wait, I haven't seen anything else in 24 hours.

Someone else is touched, too.

You see, my mutuals, this here is second marriage material: not as breakable as the first lovely, lost wife-- she has a little spit under her tongue.

My man Robert Benjamin has a lot to think over.

Gotta end it there for now~

Enjoy!

#Return to Me #Part III #DD #react #Wherein I Rename Bob the Builder #txf #but not #mine #analysis #Minnie Driver #movie #I had too much fun with this one

[rreeaahh]

He fell in love with freedom | Sirius Black

sirius black x gryffindor! f! reader; messy writing; messy idea; messy everything;

a/n: short, unedited, wanted to make up to you for being late with the third chapter of "one way ticket" so... take this silly little Sirius fic!

Ever since he left his home, Sirius felt... free. Yes, he felt bad for leaving Reggie, his sweet little brother behind in that toxic shit show, he felt bad for not being the son and heir his parents wished him to turn out, but at the end of the day – Regulus did not try to reach out at school and his parents looked at him with a burning hatred gaze whenever they'd bump into each other at the train station or Hogsmeade.

So now, Sirius Black was a free man - he loved the feeling. A free boy with a brand new loving family, a new brother who supported him and never let him do stupid shits alone. He got himself some friends, and everyone at Hogwarts knew him – they all knew him for his real self, not the old Sirius Black, future Head of the House of Black.

He loved everything that made him feel free.

Life was good. Expect the times when he was in detention. Usually, James would be by his side, since Peter was normally scared to pull pranks on the Slytherins and Remus was too occupied to spend his time doing such nonsense. But now, he was alone. James was practicing for Quidditch and ignored his begging to not let him do that genius prank alone, because it'd be too good to enjoy it alone – truth is, however, that he knew Minerva McGonagall would catch him; she did it everytime, and he didn't want to be alone in the Transfiguration classroom, while his professor would annoy him by ignoring his presence.

"C’mon, Minnie," Sirius laughed softly and tried to catch her attention. "You can't just give me detention and then ignore me." He started playing with his fingers, getting off the chapped black polish on his nails.

"Mister Black, I'm not ignoring you," she spoke. "I'm just helping you concentrate on your apology essay by not talking to you."

She smiled. He frowned. The door was opened and it hit the wall behind it, right when he'd want to say something else. A girl entered the classroom and she looked like she ran all the way there.

"Sorry I'm late, professor," the girl said and went to a table, right beside Sirius. He looked at her with a confused gaze - the red and gold tie around her neck meant she was a Gryffindor, but he cannot remember if he'd ever seen her before.

"Miss Y/L/N, what a pleasure to have you here today."

"You're the one who gave me detention, Minnie," the girl said smiling sarcastically. "It was not really my choice."

"I'm the one who calls her that!" Sirius spoke and soon enough both of them were looking at him.

"And I'd appreciate if none of you did," Minerva said and went back to her papers. Professor McGonagall was always busy writing down Merlin knows what reports.

There was silence between them. Sirius looked her up and down, his eyes following the messy hair she tried to keep out of her face, that was embracing the soft features, the neglected uniform that was obvious she had on just enough to not be dress-coded during classes, and the way her fingers hit the wooden surface of the table while looking out of the class window.

"How comes she's not writing?" Sirius asked.

"How comes you don't ask me yourself?" she talked back, still looking outside. Professor McGonagall just scoffed and presented the two teenagers where doing what they were supposed to do – she knew damn well that Sirius Black and Y/N Y/L/N wouldn't do as they were told.

"I would, but you don't seem very friendly," he said and dropped the quill beside the parchments. "Who are you?"

"Y/N, who are you?" She was mocking him.

And for a second, Sirius didn't catch up. "Sirius," he responded and frowned. "I don't remember seeing you in the Common Room," he added and Minerva tapped the table, in order to make them quiet.

"I have better things to do than stay in there," she said in a muttered voice.

"Oh, yeah? Such as?"

"Getting revenge on dickheads," she smirked and avoided McGonagall's gaze.

Sirius chuckled. She had a big mouth, and she was not afraid to spoke her mind. He looked curious at her, so she continued. "Some Ravenclaws talked shit about me a while ago, but I drew the line at the details about my... personal life."

"Ooh," he said. "So you're the Y/N who did that in the Quidditch lockers' room."

"I did not!" She said fastly and Sirius lifted his hands.

"I said what I heard," was his only answer. "What did you do to them?"

Sirius was always in the mood of talking about pranks - and with Prongs being away from him, maybe Y/N was a good substitute.

"I jinxed their brooms - they kept getting thrown down to the ground everytime they got to exercise for Quidditch."

He was impressed. Not something big, but clearly something. "You have a lot to learn," he said with a proud smirk. "See me? Ask Minnie how many times she dragged me in here after pranking those green snakes."

"Too many times," the professor said and looked at them. It was clear to her that none of them would actually do anything useful - especially if being punished at the same time. "Maybe it'd be better if we'd stop for today," Minerva announced. "Mister Black, I'll see you tomorrow. Miss Y/L/N, I'm sure your time for detention would be more needed in the Hospital Wing, helping Madame Pomfrey."

"This sucks, Minnie," the girl groaned and got up from her chair.

Sirius only looked once at his teacher before running after Y/N. "Hey, wanna hang out and talk about... Anything?" He asked.

"Nah, thanks," she said and continued her way on the corridor.

"C'mon, I could teach you how to get proper revenge on those dickheads," he suggested.

James was waiting for him near the Transfiguration class. He looked at Pads walking behind the girl with a confident look on his face.

"I'm good, Sirius," she forced a smile and tried to avoid him.

He grabbed her hand in a gentle manner. "Just... Let's talk a little longer, eh?"

She looked at their hands. "Maybe another time, Black," she smiled - truthfully this time - and walked away.

Right before Sirius could follow her, James grabbed his shoulder. "I think she doesn't wanna spend time with you right now, Pads," he said.

Sirius watched her walk on her way back to the Gryffindor Tower - she walked careless, without a worry in the world, not caring if she bumped into anyone else or if the rest of the students gave her mean looks. She seemed to not care. She seemed free. Sirius loved how his whole body was now aching for her presence - for that free spirit of hers.

"Prongs," Sirius spoke in a dramatic manner, "I think I fell in love."

"How many times this week, Padfoot?" his friend laughed.

But she looked back to him, and there was a fire in her eyes. They burned like they were made out of fallen stars. And then she smiled - she smiled in a mischievous way.

"This time it may be for real," he muttered and a smiled curved up on his lips.

#sirius black #the marauders #sirius x reader #silly little fic #sirius x Gryffindor! reader #Hogwarts #the marauders era #hogwarts #x reader #gryffindor reader #james potter

[starryserenade]

WIP: Fantasmic Fic

Notes: I'm literally only posting this now because of what happened the other night to poor, ol' Murphy...since I have nothing else to pay tribute to my potentially shattered dreams xD

I haven't worked on it since December of last year and it's not even a finished chapter, but I'm trying to play around with different concepts for a story themed after Fantasmic. There's so many little ideas I can't decide between, so this is definitely not going to turn into a full fic anytime soon. I've just been trying to plot one out for a good five years and can't find a concept that satisfies me entirely, so eventually I just started writing in the hopes it would make itself happen.

That said, quite a lot I don't like about the concepts I was working towards when I was working on this, so ya know. It might not go anywhere.

Anyway, read if ya like! Pass it over if you don't. That event was just...so in line with the sort of thing I've been playing with to launch the story (not Mal/Murphy catching fire lol, but some inexplicable, sudden thing causing the show to go VERY wrong), that I felt like I wanted to throw this out there.

Enjoy?

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Welcome to Fantasmic. Tonight your friend and host, Mickey Mouse, uses his vivid imagination to create magical imagery for all to enjoy.  In a moment, you can experience a beautiful fantasy or an exciting adventure.

But beware. Nothing is more power than the imagination, for it can also expand your greatest fears into an overwhelming nightmare…

~

The narration droned on into its final words as Mickey tugged nervously on the rim of his coat. Around him, the bustle of preparation filled the island like a swarm. A flutter of fabric then the curtsy of a passing princess, the salty scent of a pirate sweeping by, and a flurry of unintelligible frustration from a voice belonging to a certain temperamental feathered friend.  Then, out of the corner of his eye, a horned silhouette with a piercing green gaze.  He swallowed as Maleficent’s eyes narrowed, then breathed a sigh of relief when she closed them and sent a brisk nod his way.  The mouse smiled and nodded back, shaking off the anxiety with a flick of his tail, though it clung to him nonetheless.

A single note, the gentle ring of a bell, struck the air and, at least to Mickey, the world went silent.  With every moment that the chime continued to grow, his focus narrowed until nothing but a quiet, dark tunnel and an inexplicable fear remained in his mind’s eye. The question that had begun to haunt him night after night quietly crept in.

What if I’m not enough?

But a gentle hand touched his shoulder, pulling his thoughts from the shadows.  She was there for only a moment, but Minnie’s quiet whisper as she swept towards the ‘Twain to await her cue, pixie dust trailing from her dress, was all he needed.

“You are everything you need to be, and more.”

He closed his eyes and grinned softly as the bright chime of her laughter melted into the island’s growing ring.  Then, with a deep breath, he gathered the heat of enchantment to his fingertips.  The quiet sound expanded into a roar of cymbals and in the moment it reached its peak, Mickey let the magic overtake him entirely.

A flash of sparks burst forth from the stage, enveloping the mouse in pure light as he stepped into view.  The crowd erupted. Their hearts flared. Mickey saw, and laughed for pure relief. For to him,  the glow of a thousand hearts meant only one thing: they believed. 

He reveled in their awe as he bent the light and color to his whim, whisking forth a whitecapped wave and dyeing it a midnight blue.  Though his focus shifted from place to place, he kept the crowd constantly in the corner of his vision. With every motion, every flick of his wrist, a stream of magic sprung forth and their wonder grew all the greater. 

But it’s all too easy to become lost in approval, and to confuse attention and applause for true belief.  And Mickey, for all his best intentions, had become stranded in such thoughts.  They clapped. They cheered. So when a dark cloud slipped over the moon, concealing its light, he paid no mind to the flicker of darkness that sprouted along with it. This shadow grew. And silently, subtly, it took form until like a serpent it was slithering through the crowd.  

It tasted the air and swiveled sharply, eyes locked on a target buried somewhere within the jumble of shifting bodies, all oblivious to its presence. Shadows are often drawn to light, and this creature was no different.  The brightest hearts served as beacons in its eyes, and it was to one such heart -- a child’s, blazing with wonder and hope -- that it raced with unbridled vigor.  But its confidence was misplaced. For as it met with the light, fangs bared, it released a stunned hiss and shrunk back from the heat of the flame, yet too great to overcome. 

The serpent shook its head then sent out a flickering tongue to taste the air once more.  With far greater caution, it now set its sights on other hearts. Those whose light was bright enough to attract, but too cold to weather the chill of a venomous nightmare. And when this creature sank its fangs into the heels of its first victim, the poison sparked a new kind of fire.  Fiercer. Hotter. A wild blaze that leapt and flared with every shifting breeze.  But this flame gave off no light. Rather, in an inky, molten flow of darkness, it consumed it. 

The venom spread rapidly, tainting the light with shadow as it jumped from heart to heart.  Under its grip, doubt and disbelief took root in the crowd and the same glowing hearts which had fueled Mickey’s hope -- his magic -- were now fodder for a darkened wildfire beginning to ignite.  

Mickey, having conjured a twinkling likeness of himself in the mist just moments prior, had turned his back to the audience for only a moment in order to ascend the wooden staircase toward the higher level of stage.  He was altogether oblivious, and skipped up the steps with a playful confidence, tail trailing behind him in rhythmic time.

Maybe Minnie was right, he thought with renewed relief. Maybe I am enough.

He cast a wistful glance at his silhouette as he passed in front of the mill, and shuddered.  The shape of his sorcerer’s attire rested upon the shadow’s head, a looming reminder of all he had yet to achieve.

“I hafta be,” he whispered under his breath, then whirled around to face the crowd.  In that same moment, as he lifted his hands to release a flare of magic from his fingertips, his breath hitched in his throat and a chill ran down his spine.  The hearts of the audience, which only moments ago had been glittering and bright, were now faint and ever-fading. Mickey had no way of knowing, nor any reason to believe, there were other forces at play, and was altogether overcome by a crushing sense of doubt.

The famous flare of magic, which so many waited eagerly to see, never came.

The island went silent and the audience, impervious to their own fading light, did the same. Mickey cast a panicked look at his hands, then stumbled backwards. Try as he might, the magic would not come. It refused. And with every second he stood in silence, the glow across the water grew ever darker.

In the uncertain flicker of Mickey’s own heart, a shadowy pair of eyes found their next target. 

A cold rush of wind swept over the audience and with it a bitter murmur that rippled across the water and filled Mickey’s ears.

“We don’t believe.”

Whether the words were spoken, or simply conjured from the invading magic, was unclear. But Mickey heard them nonetheless, and it gave the dark creature exactly the foothold it needed.

He did not see the snake, nor feel its bite, but the venom pierced his heart like the sharpest thorn, and the fear within grew tenfold. A smoky haze of emotion clouded his mind and he lurched forward with a gasp as bitterness surrounded him like a deep fog. Then, through the mist, a quiet, haunting voice whispered in his ear.

‘You could make them believe…’

Mickey was not one who much liked the idea of making anyone do anything.  So when, for a brief moment, he actually humored this idea, it surprised him. But why should it? A small piece of his heart fought fiercely against the thought, but a growing part of him wanted to dive deeper. To explore the possibilities he’d once thought forbidden.

It was the ring of a familiar voice that tipped the scales, and gave the light in his heart the edge it desperately needed.

“Mickey!”

When he blinked, Minnie was there in front of him. In the shine of her voice, the fog receded.

“Mickey, are you all right?” she breathed in a way that made it clear she knew he wasn’t.

He couldn’t respond at first. Glancing past her, he tried to steal a look at the crowd -- to see if there was even a glimmer of light left in their hearts. He saw the people. What he could not see, no matter how hard he tried or how long he stared, was a hint of either light…or shadow. His eyes were blind to their hearts.

He felt empty.

“I can’t…I can’t see them.” He looked at Minnie who, with unspoken understanding, found his hands and squeezed them tight. “I can’t feel them,” he whispered in a voice that was almost a whimper. 

“Oh, Mickey…” 

A booming voice surprised them both.

“Your attention, please. Due to unforeseen circumstances, this performance of Fantasmic has been canceled.”

An enormous ‘boo’ erupted from the crowd across the water, and Mickey ripped himself away from Minnie’s grasp.

“No, no!” He motioned frantically to the tech booth stationed in the midst of the crowd. “Don’t stop it! I can fix this! I can-” 

“You will,” Minnie urged him abruptly, and grabbed his hand as she began to usher him off the stage. “But not now.”

“But…” Mickey cast another glance across the water, swallowing the shame that rose inside him.  He could no longer see their hearts, but he didn’t need to to see their frustration and disappointment. Beside him, Minnie shuddered just slightly. One look at her face, which had only minutes ago been glowing with a light fueled by faith and trust, and he knew that whatever this was, she could feel it too. Her eyes were now dull and tired, and the light surrounding her was nearly gone. 

Meekly, Mickey surrendered and followed her away. 

Behind the curtain that shielded the island from prying eyes, utter madness was breaking loose.  The princesses were gathered together, speaking in hushed, panicked whispers. Cinderella’s dress had dissolved into rags. Rapunzel’s locks were once again losing their golden sheen. Ariel could not find her voice at all. Virtually everyone else was crowded around the few stage managers that happened to be there, talking over each other to try to get any answers whatsoever. 

It was Donald who spotted Mickey first and, with little regard for subtlety, loudly squawked out his name. “MICKEY!”

All eyes turned, and Mickey wished he could sink into the ground to escape their stare as his friend came darting over.  If there was one thing Donald was known for, it wasn’t his impeccable articulation. Years of friendship had made him at least comprehensible, but the frenzy with which he launched his words at Mickey left the mouse as lost as ever.

“Donald! Wouldja slow down? I can’t understan-”

“Gawrsh, Mick…what happened?” Goofy interrupted, sauntering over with only a hint of concern…which was still significantly more than usual. “One minute everythin’s fine ‘n dandy, and the next, all the magic’s kaput!”

Donald huffed and glared at Goofy. “That’s what I was saying.”

Mickey opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again. Everyone -- princesses, pirates, and virtually every other member of the cast -- all stared silently, waiting with bated breath for his explanation. But he had none. He could not begin to explain what had happened, or what he had lost.

#idk guys #I still can't believe all that happened #my writing #StoriesComeAlive #wip #fantasmic #mickey mouse #fanfiction #unfinished

[khaleesiofalicante]

Talking about Minerva, I know you said once what she would be if she existed on the LBAF universe, but I can't remember, sorry. If she was a warlock, would she walk away from the Clave like Max or stay like Magnus? Or if she was a Shadowhunter, what would be her instance in all of this regarding the Clave?

Also, I feel that if Malec had her around the time Lance was born, they would grow together since both live in NY and she could've been a good friend to Lance, not afraid of him at all.

I usually avoid thinking about big "what if" situations like this. Because (for me), it's not so easy to think how different things would be if Minnie was born.

Because if Minnie did exist, the reality as it is now in lbaf wouldn't exist, no? You change one thing and you change everything. We don't even know if everything that happened in lbaf would've happened if malec had a daughter (like imagine lbaf 2???)

Sorry my brain likes this - Other Max and I are good friends hehe.

PS - I do find comfort in the idea of Minnie being a good friend to Lance 🥺

#lbaf

[lightsiided]

@ironrot said: "i won't judge you, no matter what you say." / vulnerable confession prompts

     sure. she's heard that one before. how many times have her friends promised her she can talk to them, only to be left staring in horror at what she describes? more than she can COUNT. but minnie is different. she has more life experience than the rest of them combined, it seems. surely if anyone could understand...

rey sighs. "well -- it's a lot of things," she starts hesitantly, wondering if she should take the EASY WAY OUT of this conversation. everyone knows she has much on her mind. often it's a perfect way to avoid questions, to let others fill in the blanks of what MUST BE bothering her.

but she finds that the second she opens her mouth, the words line up in her throat, as if preparing for departure. they come forward without a conscious effort: "i haven't been sleeping well. i mean i've always had NIGHTMARES, but... they feel worse, lately. more real. and i feel guilty for even having them."

she blinks. the words are more of a weight off her shoulders than she had expected. it's only in saying them aloud that rey realizes how desperate she's been to talk to SOMEONE about all of this.

no -- not someone. not anyone. but she can't think about that now.

her fingertips press into her eyes so hard she sees stars. "finn and poe just make everything seem like such a big deal. i know they mean well, but it feels like -- i don't know. i don't want to worry them, i guess. i mean, how do you tell someone you keep having visions of yourself... saying and doing the most HORRIBLE things? things i know i don't want to do, but that almost feel -- inevitable."

suddenly worried she's said too much, rey scrambles to add, "not that i think i'm GOING to do them. i don't want to do them."

she risks a glance up, then, hoping there'll be anything other than disgust looking back at her. well -- she PROMISED not to judge, didn't she? not that rey would blame her. she's been judging herself plenty. "ever since everyone came back... the dark side is just louder, that's all. it calls to me more often. no matter how hard i try to fight it."

#& answered. #ironrot #( * hope is like the sun / mcu crossover ) #sorry if you do want to reply to this you don't have to write so much i just got excited DFHGJKFDGH

[namboobieslover]

Kintsugi: the beauty of broken things || MYG

Chapter 4

Summary: Yoongi and Minnie have been friends for quite some time now, almost... 15 years? 15 years since they ran into each other in that music classroom by an unlucky (or not) mistake. They've grown close, but both of them have strong characters and insecurities that will have to be put aside when Minnie falls into her own lie, risking her job in the process. They have 3 days to feel comfortable and make everyone believe their role as the young engaged couple or she is fucked :[

Pairing: musical producer! Yoongi x lab tech/science nerdy! f reader au; non-idol! BTS members make a brief appearance

Genre: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn (?), best friends to fake couple au, constant unresolved sexual tension, two idiots too proud to openly speak but pinning each other

Warnings: use of bad language, mentions of insecurities/low self-esteem, anxiety, trauma; light use of weed, little smut if you scrutinize, SFW

Masterlist: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7 // 8 // 9 // ...

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CHAPTER 4: Don't worry, honey.

Word count: 1867

Does she want to play? Let’s play then. I prepare her usual rum with cola; she drinks that like water. For me, I’ll go on with more whiskey.

-There you go -I offer her the glass as I speak- Your favourite.

She tries it and it must be strong because the reaction is her nose scrunching, elevating her glasses with that action.

It’s not my fault since she intently tries to avoid wearing them in public, but I’m still a little surprised. She has this nerdy look that fits her really well, kinda… cute.

I love it when she goes totally science mode, telling me about these things I don't fully understand but makes her fascinated. I get fascinated with her. Most of the time I can't even follow her rhythm or I just stare at her with a blank face, the passion she shows being the only thing I can focus on. Me and my ADHD brain.

-Tell me if I'm wrong but the "love story" -she remarks with her hands- is then resolved.

-I guess. Or maybe… should we talk a little more about details?

-Yeah, lots of coworkers will have insatiable questions about this. Usually, when they ask about it, I just say "Uh, long story. I'll tell you about it when time accompanies". I didn’t want to be detailed about it because I'm not good at lying, nor at remembering things; especially lies.

-You made the right decision. What do you prefer: making up the whole story from scratch or should we add things we would like in those situations? To feel more natural.

-Maybe half and half. We can invent the story and progressively incorporate things we imagine in that type of situation; better if we coincide.

-Works for me -I agree- As we said the first meeting can remain as it was.

-Yeah

-Then, the fictional part should start in university and the whole living together thing.

-About the place… it's safer to say that we live in mine; my coworkers may have access to some of my personal information.

-That's true, but just in case, to justify you going in the opposite direction to eat in Mrs Lin's place… what about saying that we lived first here and then moved to yours?

-That's brilliant… babe.

Even though she struggles with the nickname, the more we say it, the less weird it feels (even if it's just a little little little amount). I should start to practise too, so… little devil on my shoulder comes with a plan.

-Minnie, I have an idea.

-Tell me.

-It's normal because we are not used to it, but we are struggling more than we should with the nickname thing. What do you think about playing a game?

She fights a smile and the competitiveness fills her eyes.

-I'm all ears.

Sure you are.

-We must say one of the agreed names at every natural chance we have. If we forget and the other notices it, the one that failed must drink a shot. It finishes when this night does. Starting from…now.

-Are you ready to lose?

-uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll be ready to WIN once you take your first shot, honey.

She doesn't even deny it once she realises it.

-Let's keep on, babe -she quickly says after drinking it- now that we have stabilised where we lived and live now, how we discovered that we were in love?

-Well, you were the first one to take the first step. What kind of things make you act that way? As I said I know about your lack of patience, but being more specific…?

She seems deeper in thought while trying to figure it out.

-Well… the first thing that comes to mind is the other person avoiding the subject. I don't like receiving mixed signals and then acting like nothing happened; it confuses me and my anxiety gets bad. I need to sort out the situation because if not… I start to doubt myself and my criteria, like wondering if I'm seeing things where I'm not supposed to. Time and health consuming.

-That implies that I'm the one that gave you those mixed signals? -I assume.

-Yeah. It's realistic how hard it would be to change the kind of relationship from besties to partners. As reserved as you are, the absence of answers in that field fits you well. Being honest… you look like the type that doesn't care about this stuff.

I drink from my cup. Even if I try, I can't find a reason to feel hurt by her words. Yes, kinda reflects this image everyone has of me or what I guess I project.

What she says is true and hasn't the intention to hurt me, but it still stings something deep inside me.

-What's wrong? -she cautiously asks.

-What? - I feel lost.

-I can tell something is bothering you.

Should I say it?

-It's just… I -I do care about those things. Do I really give this cold impression that no one can imagine I have feelings too?

I have never felt so exposed, but her face changing from a disoriented expression to a warm one calms me.

-Of course not - she says softly reaching my arm with her hand- I mean… maybe if a stranger meets you for the first time you give disinterested vibes, but once someone has the chance to meet you they can see that you are just an observer.

-Really?

-Yes, Yoongs. I think your character is one of the things I like the most about you.

-Why?

She finishes her drink before answering, trying to get all her thoughts together.

-Sorry if you have felt this way and I didn't notice; what a bad friend I am. In my defence, you should have told me earlier -she playfully hits me- But I will tell you now and don't let it go up to your head.

-This is going to be interesting.

-Shut up before I change my opinion -she warns me with fully red cheeks.

- Sorry

-Maybe we should continue deciding the next step?

-C'mon, what were you going to say? Why do you like my behaviour?

She huffs a big amount of air, her face resembling a tomato once again.

-I think that the way you act makes you interesting.

-How come?

-When I see you deep in thought I can't help but wonder what you are thinking about. What is so fascinating that makes you dissociate? Which is your opinion on common things you don't outside-ly react to? Feels intriguing; a mystery yet to resolve. Your ability to remain calm in whatever situation it's reliable and comforting. You have your ways.

-I do?

She snorts while another cup of alcohol is served by herself.

-Of course you do. Min Yoongi, to my expert eye you don't have that many secrets. Maybe I can't figure out daily things but I can do the important ones. Like, I know how you don't feel comfortable giving away love words or contact gestures. But I know how you take care of everyone in every little way you can: acts of service it's called.

Nobody has ever told me they were paying attention to what I do to the point of noticing that. Feels new and exciting.

-You think that for real?

-Of course. Have I ever lied to you?

-There was this time in 12th grade when you snuck out to meet with… what was his name?

-That's irrelevant right now and that was just a little white lie. I'm sure you wouldn't like to hear me talking about the plan I had to escape through my window just so I can lose my virginity.

-That's true.

Fucking. Kim. Taehyung. Nice guy but terrible at managing his relationships with girls.

-Anyways… have I ever lied to you about something important?

-No that I'm aware of.

-Then just accept the compliment so I can breathe, honey.

She seems a little ashamed to have admitted that she likes my interior world, but I'm not one in the position to laugh at it: I don't know why but I find myself a little flustered. Seems like my own game it's turning against me.

-So… you pay attention to what I do or not, hm? -I joke in a flirting tone

-Not on purpose -she fights me while a deeper scarlet flourishes all along her face- most of the time it's just frustrating and I wanna hurt you real bad. Why would you give me the medication when hungover but offer them to me without looking me in the eye? Like it's nothing? It makes me feel ridiculous.

-Why? -now I'm concerned.

-Because… because…

What started as a joke seems to have touched a sensitive spot for her. Are tears what I see? She sniffles a little.

-Sometimes I feel like everything is out of my hands; like I can't keep everything in order without failing. Even this whole situation… I can’t resolve a struggle I made myself without other people's help. You are always taking care of me and I don't know how to pay you back. I feel useless and every time you help me, I just want to tell you that I appreciate the gesture… the way you act like "it's just routine" makes me feel weak and stupid.

-Oh sorry. I didn’t know you felt that way.

-No worries; how could you have known if I had never told you anything about it? You are not a mind reader. So… blame is on me.

Lately, I've been so focused on my work that I didn't take what my friend felt into consideration. I feel bad, even if all the hurting wasn't intentional. Sadly, I'm not brave enough to admit that if I act that way it's because I feel ashamed to show my genuine feelings. How much I care about her well-being and how endearing his little demeanours are to me. But I'm sure that she knows this and all she has expressed now is the result of all the pressure she is going through. I do the best that comes to my mind: I wrap my arms around her torso and force her to be part of the sandwich conformed by my strong arms and my chest.

-I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. -I wish for my hold on her to reflect how truly sorry I am. 

I feel her body instantly relax. She feels warm while I feel cold; it must be the alcohol. Or it's just the physical representation of what we are. I don't know. All I know is that hugging her feels nice, right and the only thing in this world that deserves my attention now.

-You know Yoongles, I could never be angry with you. As I said, I know you enough to see the real you and is marvellous. You shouldn't hide it. I wish everyone were able to see your real side.

But you do (I want to say but don't have the courage to) and on Thursday- well, not Thursday but already Friday if we are exact- at 1:23 am, that's all that matters to me.

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A/N: Hell yeah, we love a sensitive king!

This must be a record hahaha. Since this one and the previous one were shorter, I thought that uploading double would be the right thing. I hope you still like it, and if not, please let me know in the comment section. Have a good day or night :)

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[musette22]

Happy Birthday Minnie! 🥳️

I know it's tomorrow but I wanted to drop into your asks nice and early because I have so much I want to say to you.

First of all, I hope you have the most wonderful day surrounded by your friends, family and loved ones! 🎂🎈

Secondly, I am in awe at how big and kind your heart is! You're such a beautiful person inside and out and you really make this space on the internet a lovely place to be! 🙌 You've cultivated such a welcoming corner of the fandom for people. That's not an easy feat and I know how much time and effort you put into it. I hope you know how appreciative I and the fandom are that you're in it 💗 You're such a great warrior for these boys and you defend them with all your heart and soul. I know that Chris and Sebastian would be so happy to know you're in their court 🥰️

Thirdly, you're such a huge cheerleader for the fandom! ✨ No matter how long people have been in this fandom, you've encourages, supported and helped people find their footing and feel safe to create content ❤️️

Fourthly, I want to say that I am so excited to read your ShrunkyBang fic Calico Skies. I know it's been a long time in the works and you are such a talented writer! You put so much care and love into your writing, it emanates from the screen. It's impossible to tell you how much I love your writing (and I still haven't even head half of it yet!). I'm slowly but surely making my way through it because it's so comforting and a wonderful world to enter 💖

I tried my hardest to catch a net around Chris and Sebastian, but unfortunately they were too tall for me and I don't think I could fit them in the post box to make their way over to you 😭 I'll keep working on one of those quantum regulators Ant-Man has to shrink them down for next year, but for now I thought I'd make you a little something. One of my favorite Evanstan fics is Heat Wave because I loooove the way you write Chris and Sebastian. Chris flirting with Seb, Seb being caught off-guard, Chris realising how much he likes flirting with Seb... then making out against the wall 😳😳😳 It's hot and funny and sooooo well written. I wish I could hug you irl and tell you to your beautiful face how wonderful it is! Instead, I made you a little moodboard to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! 🎉

Have an amazing day, sweetheart! Thanks for everything you do for these fandoms and these boys. I know that there's so many more fans here because of you and how welcoming and wonderful you are. I adore you. Meeting you this year was one of my personal highlights, and I know one day we'll meet again! 💖😘

Oh Tej 😭😭😭 I'M CRYING. I don't deserve you, not even remotely.

I swear to god, earlier tonight I was like 'I miss Tej, I'm gonna send her a message soon to tell her how much I admire and adore her' and then I opened tumblr and there you were, sending ME the most incredible, lovely, super duper sweet message 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖 You beat me too it, my sweets!

I genuinely don't even know how to thank you for all your kindness and support, all your sweet words and encouragement and love, I MEAN YOU ARE SO WONDERFUL AND I AM JUST ONE SMALL ME AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL 😭😭😭

I can't even begin to tell you how grateful I am for your friendship. It means so much and I am SO glad we got to meet face to face this year 🥺💖 I'm right there with you in wishing we meet again soon!!! Sharing this fandom with you is an honour, honestly. I could literally repeat all the nice things you said about me and my writing right back at you, and it still wouldn't cover it!

My love, I hope you enjoy my latest fic even a fraction as much as I know I'm going to adore yours when I FINALLY get to read it this week!!!! I genuinely can't wait. I've been looking forward to this for agessss. AND YOU MADE A MOODBOARD FOR MY FIC???? Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaseeee my heart is exploding, it's so wonderful. I love it and you SO much ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Thank you for the early birthday wishes, thank you for being the most wonderful (friend, writer, fan, human). I ❤️ you.

#lovely people are lovely #I can't even deal with this #tej ❤️❤️❤️❤️ #minnie answers

[maxmcyfield]

the jealous type / minseul x madison / late 2023 @jokermoreau

There's something so electric in the way he's looking up at her, hands gripping her thighs for support, tongue so fervently working on her hard bud. So.. intense, that Minnie can't bring herself to look away.

Don't get her wrong, it always felt good when Maddie ate her out. After some brief stumbling around their first few months of being physical, he seemed to take to it far too well. It was almost unfair how quick he got her to melt with just his mouth - so much so that he was for too smug about it sometimes.

But this? This is different. She's so close, far too quickly too considering they were in some mutual friend's bathroom, but he hasn't come up yet to smirk or tease at her. Something at the back of her otherwise preoccupied mind tells her it's about the gymbro that's been trying to talk her up all evening. Before she can think any much more though, Maddie doubles down, groaning every time he can feel her hips twitch and tense, yet never giving her a break. Which is truly unfortunate for her because she's so close and she's sure this is up there with the fastest she's come that it's almost embarrassing.

Still, it feels too good to stop him. Minnie almost doesn't care that she's starting to be loud, that anyone walking by the door could probably hear her. His tongue writhes inside her, and she feels her legs start to shake so much that she needs to grasp at his pink strands for support.

"Maddie-" she whines, rutting into his mouth at this point. She needs it so bad.

And just like that, apparently it's enough. Because all he has to do with suck on her clit harshly, and then she comes undone.

Mnseul whimpers into a gasp, nearly collapsing from the relief that the only thing keeping her up is the way he's squeezing her ass. The pleasure is overtaking any shreds of decency she has, wanton moans bouncing across the tiles of the bathroom.

He's too good at this. She needs a few moments to even collect herself before she can come back down to earth. By the time she get her senses back, Maddie's zipper is already down, and she spots the familiar form of his erection.

"Let me-"

She's about to go down on her knees to return the favor, as she usually would, but then he stops her.

"No, princess." He mumbles, pressing their lips together.

The petname stops her in her tracks enough that she can barely kiss back, her body freezing from the sudden bout of arousal. Goddamn that petname.

"I need to fuck you." He breathes out, hard. "Now."

His words are gruff and forceful and for some reason, her pussy clenches hard enough from them that it reminds her how absolutely empty she is at the moment. Okay, yes, he needed to fuck her and fuck her now.

So she doesn't resist when he pushes her against the sink, and she gladly offers up her rear when he pushes her skirt up again. There's no warning, no experimental rub against her hole or gentle reassurance.

No, he pushes his cock deep inside her in one go and never stops from then onwards.

...

Minseul always said she could never be with someone who was jealous. Partly because she herself went green quite frequently. Why would she want a mirror?

But if she got this - this raw, unadulterated feeling of raw passion she feels as he spreads her open and fucks her hard into this sink - every time someone else wasn't backing down?

She could get used to it...

#minseul x madison #otp:you know me too well #usfw #jokermoreau #mine*

[tinyhockey]

hello friend! it’s your fic exchange writer again and i’m back with a few more questions

do you prefer disney world or disney land?

if you’ve gone to the park you prefer, what’s your favourite ride, activity, character to meet, snack, etc. just need anything you see as a must do at that park

ooohhhhhh my dear you just opened a vault you may not recover from. i'm putting this below the cut because i'm just gonna like completely go off. apologies in advance

so i've been to walt disney world in florida i think... 20 times? almost? something like that? i did go to disneyland once when i was 19 and i really liked it but i definitely know less about that.

my favorite park within walt disney world is definitely epcot! my girl my shining star. attractions: soarin' is one of my favorites, i also like test track and slower rides like spaceship earth and living with the land. but honestly the rides are less important to me than the general vibe of the place! i love strolling through all the countries, seeing all the shops, and just sitting beneath a shady tree and people watching. characters: i love to meet my favorite princess aurora over in france!! she's my number one girl. sometimes prince phillip meets with her and i CRY. snow white meets sometimes too and i love her! food: epcot is SOO good for food - i love the rice cream and pastries from kringla bakeri og cafe over in norway, the ice cream and sweets in france, basically everything in japan, like... it's so good fr. i would eat anywhere in epcot and love it. oh and canada has poutine so like?? iconic.

all the other parks are pretty equal in my mind so i will list them all below.

for magic kingdom attractions, haunted mansion is my number one forever i looooove me some spooky fun (even if i always get jump-scared by the popup ghosts in the graveyard). carousel of progress is pretty close behind - it's such a vibe, i love it sm, you should've seen me scream when i found out john and sarah were meet and greet characters at disneyland's throwback night. i also love pirates of the caribbean, the tomorrowland transit authority peoplemover, seven dwarfs mine train, and mickey's philharmagic! characters: allll the princesses!! tiana and rapunzel are my second and third favorites (after aurora) but i also love to meet cinderella and ariel, and all of their princes! tinker bell and peter pan are also really fun even if i don't love the movie oops... food i am a dole whip hater oops but i love a citrus swirl! and a lefou's brew is so good. the grey stuff is really delicious (lmfao). you also can't go wrong with the classics like popcorn and mickey ice cream bars - but no turkey legs ew ew. i like the plaza restaurant on main street and liberty tree tavern for sit down places but sometimes i'd rather just leave and go to the hotels nearby. oh and i loooove the parade festival of fantasy!! i sing the soundtrack constantly. the fireworks are sweet too!

hollywood studios attractions, i love rise of the resistance so so so much it's ridiculous. smuggler's run is fun as well! i miss the great movie ride but i love mickey and minnie's runaway railway too. twilight zone traumatized me the one time i went on it but the theming is so good i might pluck up the courage to go again someday... i also love toy story mania and muppet vision 3d (because everything is better with muppets!) but my number one thing is probably fantasmic. it's the nighttime show there and i cry EVERY TIME I WATCH IT when mickey appears at the top of the mountain... i lose it. i don't usually meet a lot of characters there, but ariel from the live action little mermaid is meeting there now and i'd love to see her! food is kinda iffy at HS but i do love the lunchbox tarts at woody's lunch box and it's a legal requirement that you have to have popcorn and strawberry lemonade at fantasmic.

animal kingdom attractions, i used to love flight of passage until they said i wasn't allowed to go on bc my calves wouldn't fit (which happens to a lot of people but yes i did cry about it). so i like kilimanjaro safaris, kali river rapids, dinosaur, and just like hanging out and looking at all the different animal exhibits! oh and finding nemo the musical AND festival of the lion king slap so much harder than they need to. again i don't really meet characters there. food, you gotta go for tusker house for breakfast and satuli canteen for lunch or dinner. they both are so damn good. plus you get pog juice (passionfruit, orange, guava) at breakfast which, inject that shit directly into my veins thank u.

outside of the parks, i really love all of the different hotels on property! the yacht & beach club is my first home, but the riviera has grown on me so so much, it's gorgeous (and my laptop background). i've always wanted to check out the polynesian too! the grand floridian and port orleans are also so so pretty. disney springs is fun too for an afternoon or evening, i'm not big into shopping but i like to browse around (and look for dolls and plush whoops).

generally i'm not a big roller coaster or scary rides person, i much prefer slower paced rides or ones like soarin' or test track where it's thrilling but doesn't make me scream super loud (ok, test track does, but besides the point). i’m more than happy to hold the backpacks and stuff and find a shady spot to drink a Diet Coke while other people go on! i also love seeing characters and shows, and taking in all the little details of the parks. i know sooo much trivia it's kind of ridiculous. i usually have a plan of what park we're going to, where we're sitting down to eat, and what rides are our number one priorities, but other than that i'm fine just going where the vibe takes me. i usually wear capris and a themed shirt to the parks, plus a backpack and my silver minnie ears with an aqua bow <3 but I’d love to dress up someday, in a way that wouldn’t make me sweat even more rip

i really really love disney if you couldn't tell, i usually have the ambient soundtracks playing or old parade soundtracks, my phone case is disney parks, I’ve seen every Disney and Pixar movie 3 times at least… do I always support them as a company? fuck no! but their movies and music and theme parks comfort me, and everyone in the parks is so nice! I end up complimenting a ton of people or helping them find their way to the star wars rides (my dad always has to tell me I don’t work there!!). it’s really special and I can’t wait to someday share it with a special person <3333

apologies for this complete essay!!! I hope at least some of this could be useful to you or at least interesting. if you have any more questions please let me know!! thank u so so much :3

#summer fic 2k23

[incarnateirony]

So now I’m gonna be that butch bitch.

Socially relevant wide topics is not a specific sub blog of anyone that happens to hold an opinion in that topic. I barely even touch my home tab because of how insufferable this fandom dialogue tends to be beyond scrolling through entire vats of whatever the hell is going on and addressing it in general address in a wide host of conversational points. Which literally anyone can see with how few blogs I engage and how rare a burst of gif reblogging even is. Did you tag me directly and land in my notification stream, no, then I probably have no idea what you’re saying. This isn’t hard.

This, on the other hand, is a petty gay sub blog.

Please note there’s a very distinct difference between these and LGBT cinema discussion someone may or may not take offense to.

I’ll give you a hint: my sub blogs are short, pointed, sassy, generally include a random media reference like a video game video or this little piece of art, and are doused in sarcasm. They’re the fandom version of “ok, boomer”. Sure, I do sub blog. We all do. Let’s be real dears. But nah fam. That ain’t it.

Anyone that insists on projecting themselves into a set of shoes left on the floor is free to do so, but they need to recognize that’s what they’re doing with general discussion. No, picking a fight with me on a different social media platform and then pretending any other conversation is targeting you isn’t how it works. I can’t stop anyone from recoiling to the content. And I’ve been EXTREMELY forward on where the door is if they want to continue using regressive angles or taking personal offense to general conversation points. This isn’t new.

Jesus fucking christ.

And for the love of fuck stop treating me like I’m some big name fan. I don’t do conventions, events, actors, I don’t give a shit about shipping culture, I don’t do FB groups, I’m literally not *here* for any of that bullshit. Respectively having a few thousand followers isn’t *shit* on a platform where the big blogs range 8-14,000. I am not. Here. For this clout. Chasing. Bullshit. And I don’t want it anywhere near me. And I didn’t ask to be any kind of leader, or want to be any kind of leader, and magically, this BNF leader that I am had a grand total of 0 fucking people coming at anybody. Just a few telling them to stop escalating their own internalized issues against someone else. If you think that’s unreasonable, I don’t know what to fucking tell you.

If you’re here for fandom drama or personal validation, please, leave me the *fuck* alone. I am not here to be the mother to 2000 grown assed people. Thankfully many of you are reasonable, but for whatever 1% is out there getting *mad* that I’m not conforming, I swear to god, leave me the FUCK ALONE.

I have never been a proper agent of fandom. I have never obligated myself to washes of fandom yelling regardless of if it’s “my lane” or “my friend.” And no, I’m not due to “self reflect” just because *somebody else chose to think I was talking about them.* That’s not how that WORKS. I can’t self-reflect to magically engineer intentions or thoughts somebody else put in their head and projected my way, holy shit balls man.

You wanna know why people talk bullshit about Destiel fandom? This narcissistic manipulative bullshit, this false extremization of talking points, all of it. And no, not every Destiel fan does that before someone warps that. But there’s a reason so many people are hiding from this shit in tag commentary, and it’s THIS. You can deadass say “While I agree we should aspire for better representation we should also make sure to not trample on the work of what people ARE fighting for right now” and SOME FUCKER, SOME WHERE, will turn that into “You’re telling us to settle and stop fighting! You’re a homophobe!” even though it says the opposite JUST ABOVE WHATEVER THEY’RE EXAGGERATING, and yet SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, will be like “You know what, this resonates with my current feelings, now I’m going to make it dictate this real person’s reality even though that is clearly NOT WHAT THEY’RE FUCKING SAYING.”

I have. ALWAYS. Said. I am not here. For fandom bullshit. This 0 to 100, all or nothing, black or white, Fall In With The Hoard Or Perish By Us Lying And Footstomping And Demanding People Unfollow The Person Who Won’t Fite Me Nao *bullshit.* No, taking a strong stance or having a strong opinion contrary to the Borg is not hArAsSmEnt. What’s fucking harassment is intentionally stalking down people’s materials to pick fights across multiple SM platforms and trying to make it all about YOU while they’re minding their bullshit on their own walls. CHECK YOURSELVES. What’s ~~bullying~~ is trying to incite hive mind attacks. What’s abuse is demanding anyone else tolerate it, much less warping “them or me” choices just because someone *disagrees* with you. 

Nobody sent anybody at the person in question. In fact, they sent themselves, and continued to double down that it had to all be about them, then directed friends to engage and continue it afterwards. The only person that outted them was them, and they fucking @’ed me, so I don’t know what the *fuck* you expected from me. Even if I WAS sub blogging them -- which 1000% not -- not a soul on the fucking planet would have known them until they threw themselves out into the field because IT WAS ADDRESSING MULTIPLE FANDOM TOPICS; and even when they threw themselves out, nobody actually came at them. They just told them to stop. ... And then after that when their friends were told I won’t judge them? ESCALATION! YOU MUST COME ATTACK ME! uh, no. That’s not how this works. Maybe that’s how you’re all used to this working, but that’s not how this works. I can very well say “Kay, whatever you wanna do with yourself” and leave it there.

I don’t ask anybody to come to my wall. I don’t ask you to come pick fights with me. I don’t ask you to troll across multiple media platforms looking for an opening just to get mad when I’m already too exhausted to deal with you. 

I can tell you the one thing you probably shouldn’t do though, and that’s follow a fandom commentary opinion blog and head nod and bobble to it and go “YEAH, YEAH!!” until your own general behavior crops up into the discussion and then turn into a bunch of rabid bobcats and start saying you had a problem with that blog the whOEL tiEM. So, what, you... agreed when it suited you while having a problem with my methods? They’re only a problem if they apply to someone you prefer? 

Get out. I literally do not have the time and energy for this bullshit. I am literally in the middle of my second legal battle in a year while dealing with crippling pain, I can BARELY make my own content BEYOND this conversation, I haven’t even been able to edit for like two weeks,  my game and my projects are all indefinitely paused, I fucking PROMISE YOU that randomopinion dot tumblr dot com is not the highlight of what I’m just out here to inspire shit for, holy shit. Like sure fam, I can barely walk into dollar general to buy a pizza for dinner right now, my house is in limbo, I’m trying to work side jobs while my hip is literally falling apart and my spine is disconnecting from my ribs intermitantly, I might puncture a lung with the effort of sitting down, but you know what I want to do? Stick it to some random FUCKER on tumblr (who can’t keep themselves off of my content while pretending I’m coming at them.) 

If you’d like, with the magic Clap On Clap Off Gay TV invention, if we can also come up with “disability trade” for a feature to live one day in the life of someone, I would gladly invite you to deal with the pain of your anatomy trying to casually rearrange itself. I mean, if we’re all about shoving ourselves into random shoes, go ahead and try mine on. See if you have the patience for this kind of fandom bullshit, let alone to methodically do whatever the fuck a segment of fandom decided I did as some sort of machiavellian plan to sub blog someone I didn’t know fucking existed beyond some other random name account trolling into the middle of an existing conversation on a whole other social media platform.

Is it absolute bullshit to kick into the middle of a conversation, not catch up on the conversation, assume the worst of a conversation because you heard something applicable to you, and to start yelling at people having a conversation that had NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU? Yes, yes it fucking is. No, I don’t care you think I’m holding some grudge from when you farted wrong in the room earlier today, your self consciousness on that front is yours, not mine, fart the fuck away.

Is it even more bullshit to say you aren’t obligated to catch up to the conversation you entered with this angle to and pretend it’s everybody else’s fault? Sure the fuck is. Is it bullshit to @ someone and make literally famously socially abusive demands and then pretend anyone came at *you* after you superman jumped one, two, and five assumptions that it was ABOUT YOU? To just double down because someone’s your *friend* even when the barest application of logic would show they walked in yelling at someone unrelated to them before they set up their drama with a whole ass bass boosting entertainment boom box for everybody? Why yes, yes that is a huge pile of bull shit. I’m not sure why this is a hard thing to grok.

So sure, now I’m sub blogging you. Because somewhere, in the midst of me blogging on every platform about people’s application of bad faith arguments, you decided to bad faithedly attach some sort of fucking motivation to my posts that made it all about *you*. The irony is fucking mind blowing.

I’m so. Done. With this shit.

#fandom #mildew #holy shit yall #i'm serious #leave me the fuck alone #I don't come for your walls #or your blogs #or your twitter feeds #or try to fuse all the discussions you have into being about me #so what the fuck #genuinely #what is this kindergarten #Minnie said things I don't like so now you can't be friends with her and me #what the fuck #honestly #long post for ts

[creoterative]

I don't have the slightest idea, what it is about this game.

But Telltale Games managed to bring a form of atmosphere to life, that gives me the chills, every single time I see certain things in the game. And it's so different for each scene, in which this happens.

But what's the best about this game, is that it brings me to show emotions. There are very few games, that can actually manage to bring me to tears or laugh at the top of my lungs, and this is one of it.

The fact, that this game can compete with Undertale, Red Dead Redemption and Half Life, at least on my personal list of 'Best Games I ever played', is incredible.

I've played a lot of different video games in my not-so-long-life now, from a very young age on.

Pokémon, Wolfenstein, Metal Gear, Sonic the Hedgehog, Far Cry, you name it, I've probably played or at least seen it.

And yeah, there are only so many games, that brought me to the verge of tears. This one here even managed it three different times in a row.

When Lee died.

When Kenny wanted to leave us in front of that gate.

And at the end of Season Four.

That's a new record. I mean, yeah, I tend to get emotional in the scenes, where the developers want us to get emotional, but it's not like I cry every time a bunny dies in a game.

As I mentioned, there are scenes, where the emotion isn't even sadness, but... something else and I can't quite describe it, but I like it.

When Minnie starts singing on that bridge, I swear, I had goosebumps and was thrilled to fight her (especially because the frikin' bow said 'One last fight' to me right before that and I hated it). I fucking screamed when I lost that bow.

That look Marlon has in his eyes, when we call him pathetic? Gets me every time. I even talked about it to my best friend, the fact that a pair of eyes can make me feel so weird, like I just destroyed a whole life, it's... I dunno, the impact is there and I can clearly see it. My actions have consequences. And I get a physical effect, because my stomach hurts every time I pick that option (and I'm sorry for every single time, Marlon).

The moment we let go of Ben in the belltower? Jesus. I am broken afterwards. The first time I played this game, I was so desperate when I let go of him. I couldn't even move.

I gotta admit, I only played Lee's death scene one time in my entire life. And the reason why is that I know I'm gonna cry again. Somehow the scene that makes me cry even more though, is when Kenny almost leaves us at that gate with AJ. I swear... that scenes is probably one of the most emotional ones I ever saw in video games and I kid you not, I was crying for five minutes after I finished that season.

Luke in the ice? That was a what the fuck moment, yes. But for me personally, the look he gives us when we decide to sit with Kenny instead of him is even worse. I dunno what it is, but for real, I can't deal with hurting people emotionally. Not in video games, not in real life.

And then there is this scene with the cannibals. Everybody's dead, we fight the last of the brothers and he yells at us to come back and finish the business. I decided to kill him the first time, because my sister and I were very pumped up and pissed, but when I replayed it with one of my best friends, he decided to let him stay alive, which was... worse. That soundtrack 'Bitter Revenge' that plays in the background, seeing all these walkers rush in there, his mother crawling out of the house... Christ, that was horrible. I think we were really quiet for a few seconds after that, just taking in that scene, while trying to process it.

Last but not least. The end. The fucking light. The fucking leaves that fall to the ground. Clementine coming in on her crutches. I can't. I just love it. When the camera goes over all the people we lost in the last season, Marlon, Brody, Mitch, Tenn/Violet/Louis, I get the same feeling I got when Snake killed The Boss and the flowers turned red. It's just so final. They won't come back, ever, but somehow, in a way, they had such an impact on the story, that they kinda carry this whole thing with this one shot of the graves. I... forgive me, I have no idea how to talk xD

Of course, there are a lot more of these scenes, I just wanted to name a few that came to my mind right now. This game is amazing in any way.

I don't care that sometimes Lee spins around like a beyblade. I don't care, that Marlon looks like a puppet on strings in that confrontation scene. I don't give two shits about how Louis dreadlocks move, if they even move at all.

This game is a masterpiece, because it affected me emotionally like no other game before, except Red Dead Redemption, and maybe Metal Gear Solid 3, but considering the fact, that both of these games are WAY bigger than TWDG and had a lot more people with a WAY bigger budget behind them, TWDG is still one of the best.

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.....

And for fucks sake, Telltale Games gave me wide neck T-Shirt Marlon in Road to Survival, so my thirsty self is content as well.

Just joking. I'm not that desperate.

No, wait, I am.

I'm so looking forward to the frikin holidays. Imma draw a lot. And write a lot. And possibly cry a lot.

#twdg marlon #twdg #the walking dead telltale games #twdg louis #the walking dead #twdg clementine #twdg lee #twdg season 4 #twdg luke #the walking dead game #twdg kenny #twdg minnie #twdg ben paul #telltale games #good games #twdg aj

[startanewdream]

Padfoot & Minnie

Summary: Minerva meets Sirius for the first time after finding out he was innocent all along. (Companion piece for Afternoon tea)

Notes: I may take a time out of writing oneshots for a while because I want to dedicate to another project (I didn't forget any pending ask, I promise! - I'm just really excited with this new idea). But before that, please enjoy this moment that definitely happened between Sirius and Minerva.

It took two Order meetings until Minerva found herself face to face with Sirius Black alone at Grimmauld Place.

She was late for the meeting, having been almost followed by one Ministry employer (they had the right idea that she would stand with Dumbledore, but also the wrong idea that they could follow her), and she ought to enter the meeting room immediately, but she stopped at the sight of Sirius Black standing alone in another room, his arms crossed and looking rather thoughtful.

She took out her raincoat and stood still watching his figure.

Minerva had met other versions of Sirius Black in the past. First, that eleven-year-old boy who was too energetic and couldn't spend a day without plotting something with his best friend - then with his group of friends. Then that teenager who was trying desperately to stand aside from his family and made many mistakes in the process. Then an idealist soldier in a war that he was too young to be fighting.

Then he had been a traitor for years. Then an escaped convict.

And now he was a wrongly convicted innocent that seemed haunted by ghosts past.

The youthful Sirius Black that Minerva once knew was gone, replaced by that taciturn man who would only show a gleam when he was in the company of Remus Lupin or when he would speak of Harry Potter. And even then the light was dimmed in comparison to how bright Minerva had seen that boy in the past.

He turned to her and when their eyes met Minerva knew she couldn't delay this moment anymore. There were things she needed to tell him.

But he talked before she could when Minerva entered the dining room - or what resembled one in a very distant past.

'You got old, Professor'.

Minerva lifted her eyebrow.

'You got thinner'.

'Well, they don't keep a balanced diet in Azkaban. And last year it was mostly rats… did you ever eat one?'

'I beg your pardon?’

'Rats', he repeated, winking at her with so much mischief that for a moment she hoped to hear James' laugh echoing in the room. James always laughed at Sirius' jokes. 'They are actually tasty. Have you ever had one?'

'I most certainly have not'.

'Didn't even chase a little innocent mouse?'

'I know how to control my impulses, Mr. Black'.

'So there are impulses', he said, chuckling. 'I once chased a cat. Lily wasn't happy, but I told her I couldn't help myself'.

Minerva blinked.

'So the rumours were true after all?', she asked, trying not to sound very curious. 'You, Potter and…'

'Yeah, we managed that'. He gave her a lopsided smile. 'How many points would you give us for becoming animagus?'

'You mean awarding minors who took the risk of forever damaging their bodies to turn into unregistered animagi while breaking a few hundred school and wizarding rules?'

'I expected two hundred points at least', Sirius said, unabashed by her comment. 'It was impressive that we did it - and no one ever found out'.

'Turning into animals to hang out with a werewolf. You were out of your minds'.

'We were', Sirius agreed proudly. Minerva fought back a smile; Black and Potter had more talent than sense, and they knew it. They would thrive with the idea of becoming animagus.

'How old were you?'

'We started in Second Year. Accomplished just before the beginning of your Fifth Year'.

'Fifteen', she whispered. 'And it only took you two years?'

'We had a lot of free time', Sirius joked.

Minerva remembered the amount of mischief they caused and the equal amount of detention they got into. It didn't seem they had time - but they certainly had the drive to.

'How did you prepare the potion?'

'Bathroom of our dormitory. James knew a lot of house-elves because of the time he spent in the kitchens and we made them sworn secrecy'.

'And the mandrake?'

'We did it in the summer. A whole month silent. James wrote that his parents thought he was fulfilling a very weird promise. My parents didn't notice'.

Sirius looked around the room and then to the ceiling above with disdain. Minerva remembered talking to a young teenager, so full of anger and confusion; he hated his family so much that he had ran away. He'd promised he would never be like them - and then Minerva had thought Sirius had broken that promise when she saw the news he had betrayed the Potters.

Except they had all been wrong.

'Sirius - I am truly -'

'Don't be, Professor', Sirius said hurriedly. 'I understand why people believed I was the traitor. It was my idea to change the secret keeper without telling anyone after all - it's all my fault'.

He sounded so bitter that her heart broke a little.

'I do not believe it's your fault'.

'James and Lily are dead. If I had kept their secret -'

'You did. There is only one real traitor in this story and it's not you'.

Minerva thought of little Peter Pettigrew, so anxious to be like his friends. For years she thought she had been too hard with him - and now she wasn't sure of anything more.

'Thank you, Professor'.

Minerva hesitated for a few seconds.

'I am not your professor anymore, Sirius'.

'So I get to call you Minnie officially?', he asked, more joyful now.

She fought back a laugh.

'Only if you want to turn into a cactus. But I will allow you to call me Minerva'.

Sirius smiled and for a moment Minerva saw the ghost of the boy he once was.

_______

Remus yawned lazily. The best thing he could say about that meeting was that it was over quickly. Any meeting with the presence of Severus Snape felt heavier; no wonder Sirius had exploded in the first minutes of the meeting and left the room.

Remus knew he should go after him now, calm him down and explain what had been discussed. He hoped Sirius was feeling better, but he doubted it - that house brought too many memories for him.

Before he could go upstairs, he heard noises coming from the dining room opposite the kitchen.

He walked quietly to not wake up that infernal portrait of Sirius' mother and stopped at the door.

'Well', Sirius was saying, a note of joy in his voice that was rare these days. 'I can show you mine if you show me yours'.

'Mr. Black…'

'What happened with Sirius?'

'Maybe you are pushing your limits, Sirius'.

'It's just for a few seconds. I give you my word I won't even try to sniff… anything'.

'You can't be seri… well, you probably are anyway’.

‘Oh, I’m always serious. Think of it as a sort of welcoming gift after years with nothing more than dementors for company’.

There was a short silence, then a sigh. ‘Very well. I will grant your wish, this one time only'.

Remus heard a soft sound, then another heavy one, and then silence.

Curious, Remus pushed the door quietly. He did not know what he expected, but it wasn't this.

There was a familiar black dog lying lazily on the floor of the dusty room, but what surprised him really was the tabby cat above the dog, calmly pressing each of its front paws in the fur in the dog's back, in and out, almost distractedly, as if massaging the dog. Then the cat sat, the body covering its paws and ressembling a bread loaf, and caught sight of Remus; the cat threw him the most stern look he had even seen on a cat, looking almost as if daring him to say anything. Remus would recognize the glass marks around the cat's eyes anywhere even without that severe expression on its face.

On the ground, the dog winked at him.

Remus blinked in answer and closed the door quietly. No one would believe him if he told and in any case, this seemed like a moment between Sirius and Minerva anyway.

He just hoped James was watching this from wherever he was.

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For reference:

Fonte: Pinterest

#t: fanfiction #missing moments #sirius black #minerva mcgonagall #remus lupin #cat and dog #things that I wrote when I wake up earlier

[damonjuicyscock]

To The End (Epilogue)

Pairing: Dilf !Damon Albarn x Reader

Warnings: Language.

Summary: You are Damon Albarn's wife. A few years later your children grew up, and you're a proud mom. You finally made it To The End

Words: 1036

A/N: Dear you all, here is the epilogue of our fic. Yes, it's the end... Yeah I'm crying too. But don't worry, some juicy stories are coming ! Dilf Damon Fan fic is in current writing, I'll publish the first chapter on next Saturday. This Saturday, Three smuts are coming. Each are a Valentine's Day with 90's Damon or 90's Liam or 90's Noel. You'll have a triple gift ! Thank you all for your support, I can't wait to publish the rest of my stories for you !

"Well, you and I Collapsed in love And it looks like we might have made it Yes, it Looks like we've made it to the end"

2017-O2 Arena-London:

- Where the fuck did your father go? I said

My look alike 12 years old blond son looked at me. Yes. This time, Damon and I had a son.

He was born in December 2005, and we did the exact same thing than for Mina.

The boy had my last name, but we both chose his name: Simon.

Our daughter was a copy of her father, and Simon looked like me.

You’re probably wondering how we did to raise him. We kept the same rhythm, Tuesdays and Fridays.

Except this time, Damon was here when I gave birth to our son.

We were really happy, and secretly married for 12 years.

- I don’t know mam, probably cheering Mina up a bit.

After all, the O2 Arena as a first, it wasn’t a little thing.

- You’re right. And I have to say that your uncle Noel has too much influence on you.

- Oh, and why so?

- You call me mam, it’s a Mancunian term for mama.

- I know, I just like it. I heard Sonny and Don call Sara like this.

- I still am so happy of your sister doing Gorillaz's first part and singing a song with your dad and Noel.

- I always knew she was so talented and would get there. Did dad help her?

- Just a little bit, but she did the rest by herself. She’s a hard worker you know? But hey, Sim, don’t forget you have a lot of talent too in acting. Just like your dad but he just forgot about this. And I’m sure you’ll get there one day too. Believe in yourself son. But don’t become a cocky bastard like your dad was in the nineties.

- I’ll remember that. He said

Damon and Mina headed out of her trailer. Our beautiful daughter was now 19 years old and was an accomplished pianist and singer. But this night was her first big scene, and she was totally panicked.

- It’ll be fine Minnie, I promise. Your mom, brother, Missy and I will be just next to the stage. I f you ever feel you are going to panic again, just look at us, okay? Now take a deep breath and spread your wings my love, you can do this.

Mina followed her dad words.

- See ya later Daddy, mama, Sim.

She went on stage, sat at Damon’s piano and started playing.

- She had a panic attack. I never heard her swear that much. When you think she was the one telling us to watch our language when she was a little girl... Damon told me

- Yes, children grow up, and things change. And if she's afraid that’s perfectly normal. There’s a big bunch of people.

- But she’s gonna make it, I’m sure about that.

- Hey! Sorry I’m late! Hello Y/N, hello Sim! Missy said

- Hi Missy! Simon answered

What was surprising was the fact that some people in the crowd were already fans and were singing along with Mina. Missy included.

- You know her songs by heart? I asked

- Of course! Mina is like my sister, she’s my best friend, I’m her N°1 fan!

- We are! Simon said

- Of course you are too! Missy answered squeezing his cheeks

Sometimes I thought that deep down, Missy understood that Mina was actually her sister, and that Simon was her brother. She behaved like they were actually, understanding she had a second family with us.

- Okay, since some of you know the lyrics to my songs… I’m going to introduce to you the man that made this possible, and some of you will come on stage to sing with us. Oh and there will also be the man who made me discover music. Sorry dad, it’s not you. Please welcome Damon Albarn and on the guitar my dear uncle Noel Gallagher!

- Good luck Damon. Simon and I said

Damon went on stage and hugged Mina tightly telling her in her ear he was proud of her.

On the other side, Noel arrived with sunglasses on and with his guitar.

I know they worked a lot on this song. It’s a precious one for Mina. They invited fans to come on stage to sing with them, Mina sometimes sharing the microphone with them.

After this, she sang a few more songs and at the very last song…

- Actually, there’s a last person I want to introduce before going and leaving the stage to Gorillaz if Damon let me?

- Go on! He said in a microphone

- Thank you man. This person gave life to me. She always listened to me and to who I was. When I was four, I asked her to take piano lessons, and she let me. At 6, I asked to also take singing classes, and she found the best mentor for me. Yes, it’s Damon. I always told her I wanted to do things my way until I would feel ready to go on stage and meet all of you. Before being my producer, she’s at first the most important woman in my life and my model.

Mina approached the curtain I was hidden behind.

- Mama, take my hand and join me.

I blushed but did it. She directed me on stage, where all the people, so many people welcomed me with applauses.

- This woman ladies and gentlemen is my dear mama and she’s an incredible woman.

I kissed her on the cheek.

- I’m so proud of you my girl. I whispered in her ear when she was hugging me.

I saw her smile and she held my hand. I could see the tattoo on her arm, a tribute to her father and I, a tribute to our strange but stable family. Simon decided he would do exactly the same when we’ll let him. A tribute with a story behind, a story about them.

On her arm, I could read these three words: To The End.

#damon albarn #damon albarn smut #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn fanfic #alex james #blur band #dave rowntree #graham coxon #britpop #gorillaz #noel gallagher #Spotify

[kasjophe]

so I was just chilling but then it occured to me

Harry would have bunch of siblings

If not the Voldemort they would be safe, Potter family had money so they wouldn't worry about household (although they both would work hard not really wanting to use family fortune), they had supportive friends and most importantly - they were in love - they would have a lot of children.

James always joked that they need 3 kids so each one of marauders could be a godfather. Lily thought that big family would be a good thing (both she and James lost their parents to disease or tragic accidents, they would never want Harry to be an only child)

So.. may I present to you

Potter family if there was no Voldemort

You may wonder about that "Godmother: Minerva" next to Harry. Well I am 💯 sure that marauders thought it would be hilarious to ask McGonagall to be his godmother (I believe Harry doesn't have godmother in canon and reason for it was Voldemort and fact that Sirius was the only "safe" person they could surround Harry with (beside the fact Sirius is like brother to James so obviously he's gonna be a godfather) and Minerva said yes. They were sure she was pulling their leg but she just smiled and send cookies to her new godson.

My brain is working so hard right now about all possible headcanons connected with those kids🥰😤 Also Neville would have had siblings too. I honestly don't think Remus and Sirius have children on their own.

Ron & Harry relating to having big families. Longbottom & Potter family play dates. Malfoy family not being that awful.

Let's be honest, Harry wasn't planned, they were very young. Willow and Leo were very much not planned either.. Juliet also came early.. so uh Sirius once joked in heartwarming manner that they didn't expect them but love them very much and since then Matilda very proudly lives as the planned Potter child, thank you very much.

Drunk & sleepy Sirius always says that if they ever have a kid Regulus would be his godmother (gets mad at James for taking Minnie but it was his idea to begin with) Remus gently reminds him Reggie would hex his ass if he actually said godmother instead of godfather. Sirius claims his brother is gonna cry either way and won't be able to believe he's actually asking him to do that.

Harry literally growing up with gay uncles and lesbian aunties, being super chill about everything. "You can't just ask people if they're gay, Juliet" "Ron, are you sure you don't have crush on Krum?"

How could I forget, each kid has a nickname, how could they not? They grew up hearing Prongs, Padfoot, Moony (every kid managed to call them Dadfoot and Moomy to James horror.) and Wormie (Harry was shock when he found out Padfoot name was actually Sirius when he asked what's so funny about "I'm serious.")

honestly I might develop this au, they might actually have less kids (but at this point I love them all) I would love to hear other people opinions about this.

#just imagine #harry potter #fanart #hogwarts #lily evans #marauders #sirius black #minerva mcgonagall #remus lupin #james potter #headcanon