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  The Dreaming: Waking Hours #9 Synopsis: Seduced by the sensual wiles of the realm of Faerie, Ruin and Heather After have not only been separated from the angel Jophiel, they’ve completely forgotten why they even set foot in this delightful place. But Faerie’s charms (literally) are lost on Jophiel, and he remains firmly on a mission…unfortunately for him, the king of Faerie has his own ideas on…
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Jo Harvelle/Dean Winchester | Rated: G
Words: 782
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Dean struggles to adjust to his new life and finds where his heart belongs.
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Walking away sounded like a great idea. The dream life Dean had always, well, dreamed of. And in some ways, it was. The domesticity of family life is nice, it really is. But in others.....
He finds himself on edge more often than not, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Yeah, they were safe now, but how long will that last? How long do retired hunters live for? It varies, but the end result is always the same. You can leave the hunting life behind but the monsters will always be just around the corner, ready to settle the score.
He has a job, working 9 to 5 and all that stuff Dolly Parton sang about. It's a nice change of pace and it pays the bills. But at the end of the day, he's left with an itch he just can't scratch.
Walking away sounded like a great idea. The dream life Dean had always, well, dreamed of. And in some ways, it was. The domesticity of family life is nice, it really is. But in others.....
He finds himself on edge more often than not, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Yeah, they were safe now, but how long will that last? How long do retired hunters live for? It varies, but the end result is always the same. You can leave the hunting life behind but the monsters will always be just around the corner, ready to settle the score.
He has a job, working 9 to 5 and all that stuff Dolly Parton sang about. It's a nice change of pace and it pays the bills. But at the end of the day, he's left with an itch he just can't scratch.
Sometimes he sees a news article that would normally take him halfway across the country to investigate, but he ignores it. Those nights he lies awake, thinking about that missing persons, or that mysterious string of killings, wondering if it'll happen again because he ignored it. He tells himself that some other hunter will pick up the case and take care of it, but that itch comes crawling back under his skin.
Nights after that, Jo wakes up without him there and finds him downstairs sitting in front of his laptop. An empty glass in his hand and a half empty bottle beside it. He tells her about the article and how there was another murder today. She tells him it's not his fault, it's not his responsibility. There are hundreds if not thousands of other hunters in the country, it's on them, not him. Sometimes they don't make it in time. Still, he wonders if he made the right call. How many lives will be lost because he isn't out there saving them?
Nights such as those... he often doesn't return to bed. He says he'll be up soon, and he really means it at the time, but he never seems to make it back up those stairs. Sometimes he sits there til the whiskey runs dry. Sometimes he cleans his guns. Not that they've had any use lately, but he misses the weight of them, the way they feel in his hands, and that very same itch that just won't stop gnawing at him finds itself in his right index finger. Sometimes that itch takes him on a drive, after leaving a text for Jo saying he'll be back soon, since the start of the ignition would wake her. He stops somewhere remote, far enough away that nobody will hear, and he sets up some empty bottles for target practice. It helps, some, feeling the kickback, the rush that gets his blood pumping, smelling the gunpowder, hearing that BANG. But it doesn't fully satisfy. Nothing ever does.
Irony is a cruel bitch. The very thing he never wanted and he was forced into, the thing that took his mother, Jess, Sam's future, his father, his friends, Bobby.... the thing that he dreamed of getting away from his entire life... was the thing he craved when he finally achieved that dream.
It wasn't that he wanted that life back. The cheap motels, the fast food, the long hours of research... He loved having a home, being with Jo, being with their daughter. He didn't want that life back, not really. It was a withdrawal; coming down from a twenty-year long high.
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He returns home and washes the gunpowder from his hands, a symbolic gesture in itself. A faint cry could be heard upstairs, he must've woken her. Jo was almost to her room by the time he reached the top of the stairs. "I got her."
"Hey, you okay?" She asked him as he started to pass her. He nodded silently before going to soothe the crying infant. Jo went back to bed, she knew him enough by now to know that he will talk about it when he's ready to talk about it.
Dean shushed her as he gently swayed her in his arms. "Hey, it's okay," he whispered, "Daddy's here."
She quieted and he sat on the rocking chair beside her crib, holding her and rocking slowly. She opened her bright green eyes and looked up at him.
Dean smiled. "There she is." He went to poke her nose, which always made her laugh, when she grabbed his index finger. His heart swelled and that itch subsided for the first time in a long time. That finger wasn't for pulling triggers and grasping machetes anymore. It belonged right here, right now. He belonged right here.
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I agree! Being a woman in media is hell generally speaking people will always feel like it’s their obligation to speak on others (especially female) bodies.
Henelsbab I’m kinda sad you took it out, I think you would’ve done a great job at properly handling Ed’s and they come to exist in certain circles.
I can try!!!!! tw. eating disorder!!!
They're together now, but not everything is perfect.
Sure, they're in love and it's bliss and all that but they both have their baggage, not just him. It's not all rainbows and sunshine like the media thinks, like their fans believe.
They both have their vices, and Eren struggles every day not to walk the two blocks down the street from their apartment to the liquor store he knows is open, 9 am- 10 pm weekdays, different hours for the weekend, Moe, the cashier who never leaves.
How many trips has he made to that store? Or around the corner a few blocks to meet up with his drug dealer?
Every day he fights to make the choice not to do any of those things, and Mikasa well Mikasa makes it infinitely easier. Waking up next to her every morning is the only thing that gets him through, her long eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, opening up to beautiful grey eyes.
But Mikasa isn't perfect, not by any means.
She never has been, although she is in his eyes, her flaws only add to how much he loves her.
It's difficult.
Before fame Mikasa had never had any issues with food, she'd eat more than him sometimes, encouraging him to eat more because food is fuel! Fuel, he needed for the gym and then she'd tease him for being scrawny.
But now it's a different story. It had all started their first red carpet walk, when the stylist had complained she didn't fit the manakin model dress, the 000 they had in stock and that he'd have to sew her a new one before the preview. He'd never seen Mikasa's eyes water more than when the angry little man had grumbled, sticking pins into her dress every which way. Eren had been quite sure afterwards not all of the pins had ended up in the dress either, especially if the little scabs around her waist he saw a few days later were anything to go by.
He'd never let her go back to that stylist again and he'd left a scathing review, making Armin promise to use all his power to ruin the man.
He regretted not doing more. But that had only been the beginning and Eren couldn't be with Mikasa all the time, especially as they got busier with different projects and Eren spiralled into his own downfall. But he'd seen and heard enough, seen the printout her nutritionist had left for her once, her daily diet coming to barely 1200 calories and his own stomach had turned at the very idea. They were basically starving her to fit into their own ridiculously contorted standards of ideal beauty.
And the worst part, Mikasa was starting to believe it.
The insidious onset of an eating disorder was something hard to combat, it started in little ways like her eating a little less, and then sometimes, even when she did treat herself, usually at his insistence that it was okay, that she was always beautiful, no matter what the scale or the nutritionist told her, he'd hear her in the bathroom a few hours later and he knew it was all coming back up.
When confronted, she'd usually say she felt sick, that the grease wasn't good for her anyway, that she didn't throw up all of it so it was okay. It was never okay.
He regrets not doing more, not pushing it more when he had the chance, regrets it even more than his own addiction, his own brutal actions almost. Because he can fuck himself up all he wants, it doesn't matter, but Mikasa, he never wants her damaged so irreparably.
Unfortunately, it doesn't always workout as he'd like.
She never gets formally diagnosed, and maybe thats for the best, he's not entirely sure what either of them would do if confronted with a label for what's happening to her. When he finds his way back to her arms, she's doing better, having gotten to a better headspace and through the worst of her issues, working on just herself and her mental health more than she did movies or stressing about him.
He can never thank god enough for the fact that their mothers had intervened when they'd broken up, that she'd had the support system to save her from the fall he'd started her on the second he'd taken that first audition.
But it's still there and every so often she'll relapse, a constant battle just like his, one that never really ends.
He's always there, gentle, not pushy, because at the end of the day he can force her to eat and ban her from the bathroom without supervision but she also needs to help herself. Usually she does, she sees her therapist more than enough and she's gotten really good about her diet, snacking when she's hungry, not skipping meals before big events and sometimes she seems like her old self when she eats a cheeseburger bigger than his head.
He always laughs and teases her, just like she used to him, "Miki you need it to fuel that big brain of yours." Showers her in kisses, tells her how smart she is for pursuing her academic dreams instead of just acting, and always how obsessed he is with her body. Sometimes its hard for her to love herself, just like sometimes it's hard for him not to hate himself without alcohol, but just like she's there to love him enough to fight back his own self-hatred, he's there to love her enough for both of them.
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Thoughts (if any) on DC's April 2021 solicitations?
Let’s take ‘em in order! I should be able to muster up a comment on just about everything one way or another.
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Green Lantern #1: Oh this is gonna be bad. Heard only the worst about Thorne’s Future State: Green Lantern, and I assume Jo Mullein’s DCU debut will be wasted here to either function as some kind of ridiculous ‘popularity contest’ with Teen Lantern for who gets the bigger push, or as a way to put TL over with a few “good work kid, you got a future” comments. Also, and granted I don’t know how Morrison will end or this will begin, is the New Guardians angle being immediately dropped?
Robin #1: Dope suit, art, and premise, but it’s Williamson so I don’t care.
Batman: The Dark Knight #1: I’ll read this and I expect to like it, but between this being Kubert’s first big Batman project since Master Race, the ‘old but not quite retirement age yet’ angle, and the title, I’m concerned the shock ending here is that it’s actually a stealth DKR prequel.
The Next Batman: Second Son #1: So they really are committing here, though weird that this kinda makes Ridley’s Future State book basically a longform teaser for this. And I’ll get it as it comes out since it turns out this won’t be in that John Ridley’s Batman collection after all - sorry Dustin Nguyen, I love your stuff but I won’t buy an entire trade of material I otherwise already own just for one new story by you.
The Batman & Scooby Doo Mysteries #1: I got that whole great-looking Scooby Doo Team-Up run by Fisch for free on Comixology, I should read that sometime and see if this’ll be worth getting too as well, because it sounds like a hoot.
Challenge of the Super Sons #1: Glad people who want it are getting it, I do not care.
RWBY/Justice League #1: WILL BE GETTING A POST ALL ITS OWN
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Action Comics #1030: His powers waning definitely won’t help the standard pre-run fuming by a lot of Superman fandom, but it’s an interesting pairing with PKJ apparently doing mainly cosmic Superman adventures so I’m curious where he’ll go with it. That it’s particularly cited as being tied to Death Metal might validate my suspicion that the new ‘everyone remembers their entire mainstream publishing histories’ thing will play into Johnson’s description of Clark really feeling his age at the start of the run. And Janin on covers even before he gets in on the book proper! And that Midnighter description!
Superman #30: This sounds like where Johnson’s gonna start with that worldbuilding he touted, and I’m curious; definitely reads in this instance like him shoving Clark and Jon into some swords-and-sorcery-esque territory he’s familiar with.
American Vampire 1976 #7: Not reading, don’t care.
Batman #107: I assume ‘the events at Arkham Asylum’ are the ‘A-Day’ ominously brought up in Future State solicits. Tynion Batman, Jimenez as the regular artist now, whatever the Unsanity Collective is, all entirely my shit. More importantly than any of that though, GHOSTMAKER BACKUPS. And drawn by Ricardo Lopez Ortiz, artist on Steve Orlando’s excellent The Pull! Dope!
Batman: Black & White #5: Any other issue and ‘Jamal Campbell doing a life story of Nightwing’ would probably be the highlight, but in case you somehow hadn’t heard Gillen/McKelvie are making their DC debut on a Batman vs. Riddler story here, absolutely wild.
Batman: Urban Legends #2: Even more excited for this now that I’m onboard for the Grifter and Outsiders stuff given how much those features pleasantly surprised me in Future State.
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Batman/Superman #17: Injecting it isn’t enough anymore, I need to be on some kind of constant IV drip with this book. I was wondering whether it’d take the premise to further generational riffs or follow a history of mass-media Supermen and Batmen, but instead it’s veering off in a direction I never could have guessed and I couldn’t be more excited.
Batman vs. Ra’s Al Ghul #6: NOTHING CAN STOP THE ADAMSVERSE. NONE MAY DARE TRY.
Batman/Catwoman #5: Wondering how this Harley involvement plays in - I don’t imagine it’s quite what it seems given how King’s written her before. And love that Joker by Mann on the cover, major Clown at Midnight vibes.
Catwoman #30: No reason to assume this run won’t continue to rule.
Crime Syndicate #2: Dammit, I don’t think this book is going to be good, but I’m kinda tempted.
Detective Comics #1035: Wouldn’t be psyched, but Dark Detective was another pleasant surprise so I’ll give this a chance.
The Dreaming: Waking Hours #9: Again, not reading.
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Far Sector #11: Sucks a little knowing we’ll never see that little ‘Young Animal’ label in the corner again after this wraps. At least it’s going out on its highest note.
The Flash #769: In a vacuum this would sound dope but I have less than no faith in this, and goddamn that’s a terrible cover.
Harley Quinn #2: I’m sure it’ll be fine, no interest.
The Joker #2: I wanna believe Tynion will be able to make this work, he keeps talking like he has more freedom on this than he has some other books, but everything about this reads like the price he has to pay for relative post-Joker War freedom on Batman.
Justice League #60: It’s Bendis/Marquez on Justice League, lots of people will complain but I’ll mostly dig it. More interested in Ram V briefly getting to write the main crew in the JLD backup.
Man-Bat #3: I’d ask why this exists - and as a matter of fact I still do - but checking out some of DC’s digital-first output recently I see Dave Wielgosz has something on the ball, so maybe he’ll be able to make this work? Perhaps I’ll check it out in trade someday if worth-of-mouth is on its side.
Nightwing #79: I maintain, this is gonna be huge. And clever move to make for how to justify Nightwing keeping up his standard way of business after Bruce loses most of his money.
Rorschach #7: A comic I will purchase and let’s continue leaving it at that.
Scooby-Doo, Where Are You? #109: DC’s highest-numbered comic (that hasn’t gone through an interim renumbering), astonishing. Not getting it myself, but respect.
Sensational Wonder Woman #2: Can’t say this sounds like my thing.
Suicide Squad #2: I’ve been swayed into checking out the Future State debut, but that’d have to really blow me away for me to follow into the main book.
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Superman: Red & Blue #2: Sadly if unsurprisingly DC’s clearly not stacking this with AAA attention-grabbing names in the same way as this latest version of Batman: Black & White, but there do seem to be some interesting names from outside the usual big two roster here. And the main and Bolland cover may disappoint but holy cow that David Choe variant.
The Swamp Thing #2: I have no doubt it’ll be incredible but time and again I learn I simply don’t have it in me to care about Swamp Thing regardless of the objective quality of the effort put into him.
Sweet Tooth: The Return #6: Another one I’m not interested in.
Titans Academy #2: Oh lord so this is where they stuck Billy Batson.
Truth & Justice #3: I continue to have no idea what if anything the unifying idea of this anthology is supposed to be.
Wonder Woman #771: Wonder Woman as troubleshooter for mythological mishaps isn’t a permanently sustainable or desirable status quo but I’m down for it for as long as it lasts if it’s any good (though that Immortal Wonder Woman preview...concerned me, in spite of Jen Bartel’s jaw-dropping art).
So that’s 19-23 out of 37 I’ll be getting - if DC’s standard for success with Infinite Frontier is the proportion of their line people will be checking out, I guess it’s winning with me.
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When the World is Against Us (12)
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A/N: I’d planned a song fic to be released today but this took up more time than expected and my wrist is being a bitch again so i hope you like this!
“Y/n, wake her up,” Your mom gestured to your girlfriend on top of you.
“We’re landing soon,”
“Can I ask where?” You asked in a hushed tone as not to wake up your girlfriend.
“Scotland, we’re going to be there for a few weeks,” Steve answered, his voice louder than your moms.
Wanda stirred, mumbling an incoherent sentence, and shifted above you. You glared at Steve, which only caused both of them to chuckle and return to the front of the jet. Wincing, you hated waking Wanda up. She looked peaceful when she slept. 
You hated disturbing her from that.
“Hey,” you whispered, gently shaking her under the blanket. The Sokovian murmured something, tucking her head into your neck, her breath hitting your neck, making you shiver. But she still wasn’t awake.
“Come on, please?” You whispered, rubbing her back to draw her out of sleep. 
Wanda seemed to stir at that, taking a deep breath and realizing where she was. She almost flinched away, scared you were going to hurt her. But when she felt your scent went through her nose, your arms around her. She relaxed into you.
“Five more minutes?” Wanda mumbled, unwilling to leave you.
You smiled. The sentence was so familiar it felt like home again. Memories flashed through your head, every time you slept in the same bed as Wanda, she pleaded for more time with you. You never had the heart to deny her, especially now.
“Okay,” You kissed the top of her head, wrapping your arms around her protectively.
Moments like these were the ones that kept you going, kept you from giving up. You never wanted to stop making more moments like these.
After a few more minutes, Wanda’s eyes finally fluttered open as she lifted herself off of you, her warmth leaving you. Moving so she was straddling you, she rubbed her eyes and looked down at you. You wore an affectionate grin on your face, your eyes soft. It made Wanda want to go back to sleep with you.
“Look who’s awake,” You teased.
Tilting your head to the side, you leaned forwards and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. The redhead yawned, tempted to go back to sleep. Light shown through the front of the jet, Wanda turned to see the sky and the ground.
The jet was landing.
After another yawn, Wanda removed herself from you and sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing her eyes. You got up, sitting down next to her, your thigh was brushing hers. Tired, the redhead leaned her head on your shoulder.
“Sleep well?” You asked, putting your arm across her shoulders and resting your head on top of hers.
Wanda hummed, sliding one arm across your waist. Without speaking, you looked towards your mom to ask how much time you had left. Natasha lifted four fingers, telling you how much time you had to get ready.
“Do you wanna get changed?” You asked, gesturing to the small suitcase of clothes you’d brought with you.
The redhead nodded against your shoulder. You got up and pulled the suitcase over, letting Wanda choose what she wanted to wear. She went near the secluded area of the jet to change. You turned around to give her privacy.
Arms wrapped around your waist within minutes, soft breath hit your neck as red hair splayed on your shoulders. You let out a hum, letting yourself treasure the moment. Wanda’s front pushed into your back as she swayed from side to side. Smiling, you leaned back into her touch, intertwining your fingers with hers.
The cold metal of her rings was absent, frowning, you lifted her hands to find them free of rings. Natasha had put all of Wanda’s spare jewelry in another suitcase. Patting her hand to signal for her to let you go, you went over to the suitcase and took out the small bag of her jewelry and handed it to her.
“Thank you, moya Lyubov,” Wanda said, accepting the bag and sitting down to put on the jewelry.
The nickname seemed oddly familiar, but you know Wanda hadn’t said it often. You went to the front of the jet to ask your mom about it. Sam had landed the jet and was initiating the cloaking device so no one would see the jet. Vision and Steve were talking about the past few days and the politics concerned with it.
“Hey, mom?” You asked, she hummed, turning to face you.
“What does moya Lyubov mean?”
Natasha almost snorted, it was a nickname she called you a few years after adopting you. But the nickname eventually wore off. She hadn’t heard it in years. Confident it had been Wanda to call you that, she explained what it meant.
“It means ‘my love’ in Russian,” Natasha explained, a wide grin on her face.
Your eyes widened, you gulped nervously and turned towards your girlfriend who was selecting rings to put on her fingers. Your mom laughed, patting your shoulder and helping Sam activate the cloaking. Licking your lips, you went to sit next to Wanda.
The witch dropped a ring into your palm to fidget with when she noticed how you were playing with your fingers. Chuckling at the action, you played with the small ring on your fingers. It was an intricately woven silver band embedded with small rubies.
“You can go sightseeing if you want,” Steve said, walking towards both of you with Natasha.
“But stay away from cameras,” Natasha warned.
You nodded and got up excitedly, moving towards your suitcase to grab a jacket. Natasha followed you, giving you a spare phone and places you could go for sightseeing. The usual warnings followed by a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek.
Turning around, you saw Wanda waiting for you with a sheepish smile on her face. Excitedly, you took her hand and led her out of the jet, using the spare phone to get directions to the nearest tourist sight.
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The rest of the day was amazing. You’d led Wanda to all of the famous sights in Scotland. Your favorite had been Edinburgh Castle, everything about it was entrancing. Wanda’s favorite was the Glasgow Cathedral. The redhead said it reminded her of her home in Sokovia, so you stayed around it more than you needed to.
Thankfully, your mom had given you enough money to buy lunches for both of you. After another few hours, you sat by the riverside, watching the sunset with your girlfriend. Her head rested on your shoulder, one hand intertwined with yours.
Neither of you spoke, there was nothing either of you needed to talk about. The silence was comfortable and perfect.
You kissed the side of her head, sighing and continuing to watch the sunset. Wanda sensed your restlessness and chuckled.
“Just a few more minutes?” Wanda pleaded, you hummed and kissed her head again.
Diverting your attention from the sunset, you began to play with the countless different rings on Wanda’s fingers. You never understood why she wore so many rings. All you knew was that all of them had a different meaning to her.
One time, you’d asked her what they meant, she explained a few, but when she got to the rings that Pietro had given her, she started crying. Not wanting to upset her again, you decided not to ask.
But there was something different.
Instead of the usual black, silver, and red rings, there was a different ring. One of them was silver with a fav/color gemstone in the center.
“It’s for you,” Wanda murmured when she noticed you fixating on the different ring.
You smiled, lifting her hand to kiss the ring and resting it back in your lap. The action was small, almost insignificant. But to you, it meant the world.
Vaguely, you remembered her explaining the rings on her fingers were for people she loves. There were a few for her parents, a few for Pietro. A couple even represented her life as an Avenger. But this was the first time she had a ring for you. 
It meant the world to you.
The rays of the drowning sun eventually faded into black. You made your way back to the jet. Your mom and Steve were waiting for you. None of them were surprised you spent the entire day sightseeing, but they had expected you back sooner.
“Sunset watching?” Natasha asked, knowing you too well. You laughed and nodded, sitting down on the side of the jet with Wanda.
Steve called both of you over and said he found a few apartments away from the city to stay in for a few months. The rest of the team was going to stay there. They had given you and Wanda your shared room since they could only get five rooms there. Everyone else had their own room.
After taking taxis to the apartments, Sam ordered pizza. You ate dinner in your new room, surrounded by what remained of your family. It was better than the past few days, but you missed Tony and Rhodey’s sarcastic comments, Clint’s jokes and stories about his family.
You missed them. So much.
It hurt to know you couldn’t go back.
Sam tried to lighten the mood with bad jokes. It worked for a while. But eventually, you got bored and switched on the TV.
The first thing it played was the news, which Natasha quickly changed to a movie channel. Harry Potter was playing. You watched Order of the Phoenix. By the time the next movie started, everyone was exhausted. They retired to their respective rooms after wishing you and Wanda goodnight.
“I’m beat,” You stated, flopping down on the queen-sized bed. Wanda laughed, switched off the TV, and joined you the bed.
The witch lay facing you on her side, curling into herself, her feet touching yours. You turned around, resting your hand on her waist, staring into her blue-green eyes. Letting yourself get lost in her eyes for a few seconds before pulling up the blanket.
Exhausted and tired, you still couldn’t sleep.
Too many thoughts running loose inside your head.
Too many possibilities of what could go wrong.
A hand rested on your neck, thumb stroking your cheekbone to draw you out of your thoughts. Wanda looked at you in concern. Your face was twisted with pain and hurt. You sighed, leaning into her touch.
Wanda didn’t push you to talk. It gave you time to collect your thoughts. You hadn’t wanted things to change, but Wanda already knew that.
“What do you think is going to happen?” You asked, voice a low whisper.
The witch could sense the fear in your tone. She wanted to comfort you, tell you that everything is going to be okay. The truth was, she didn’t know what was going to happen. Wanda could never lie to you.
“I don’t know,” Wanda answered truthfully. You sighed and opted to try to sleep when Wanda spoke again.
“What do you want to happen?”
Licking your lips nervously, you let yourself daydream. The vision of a perfect future floated through your mind. You closed your eyes, smiling dreamily at the image in your head. Describing the dream wouldn’t be good enough, so you lifted your girlfriend’s hand to your forehead, giving her permission to enter your mind.
Red wisps of magic entered your mind as you solidified your hopes for the future.
It was simple, a small house by the lake. A miniature beach in front of it, a boardwalk extending into the sea.
You were sitting there, the cold water lapping at your feet as the sun began to set. Wanda was next to you, her hand holding yours. Natasha was also there, watching the sunset while sitting on the hood of her car, watching over you like she always did.
It was peaceful. Everything felt just right.
The vision stopped. Wanda opened her eyes to see you looking at her with a soft smile. Both of you had matching smiles on your faces.
“Anything else?” Wanda asked playfully. You shrugged, humming thoughtfully.
“It’s up to you,” You answered with a smile.
“I want to be happy with you. Whatever makes you happy, I want that too,”
Wanda smiled, her heart melting at your sweet confession. She leaned in for a soft kiss, intertwining her body with yours.
Your vision of a future filled her head, keeping her awake.
Wanda hadn’t ever thought about what she wanted in the future. The fear of not deserving a happy life with someone she loved had stopped her from dreaming.
But your dream was perfect.
It was something she wanted, a happy life with someone she loved, and maybe, just maybe, Wanda could have it.
| Part 13 | 
A/N: I’m thinking of continuing this series all the way through Infinity War and Endgame and I have a whole plan, lemme know if that seems like a good idea (and if you liked this fic ofc!)
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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years
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10 Dates | The Confessions Date
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Summary: Kim Junmyeon was the epitome of a perfect catch - he was successful, handsome and everything you currently didn’t want in a man. Yet after agreeing to his request to give him 10 dates in total to change your mind, you realised you might have been looking for someone like him all along.
Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x reader
Genre: dating au / romance
Warnings: none
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After a morning spent in bed exploring one another intimately, you had walked along the River Arno, tried delicious gelato, visited more museums and monuments than you could count on one hand and eaten your weight worth in Italian bread. Another evening was spent out until the night grew old, and the sheets in your bed were ruined by the morning. It was constant heaven and when you got into a rented car to travel to Florence for the rest of your stay in Tuscany, you had believed there was a high possibility that you had already died and this was the afterlife.
It was all too magical to comprehend otherwise.
And even with all your mental preparation, as soon as you saw the Duomo in the distance, you were a lost cause. “Junmyeon, I’m sorry in advance if I cease any type of expected etiquette from here on out.”
“That overwhelmed?” he asked as you gripped onto your seatbelt, your eyes round as saucers and breathing became harder to do naturally.
“I don’t think I prepared you well enough for the history buff within me,” you explained and vaguely heard him chuckle.
You couldn’t explain it. Being in the city with so much rich history and architecture, the birthplace of the Renaissance art movement, and the place of your dreams since you were a teenager, left you utterly speechless. You didn’t know what to look at first or if your brain could even store as much as you were pleading with it to do. The hotel you stayed in held no effect on you once you found the windows, opening them up and staring out at your current world dreamily.
You flinched when Junmyeon reached around you to offer you a drink of water. It made you blink a few times before taking it. He grinned when you finally looked at him. “I should be offering you something with bubbles right now. It might calm your nerves.”
“I’m really here, aren’t I?”
He nodded, rubbing your upper arm repeatedly and you shivered. Junmyeon put his glass down on the small tabletop before encasing you in his arms.
For a moment, even with the dazzling world you wanted to memorise inch by inch, you sighed with comfort into his embrace. Since becoming intimate with him, there was no place you enjoyed more than being buried in his chest. He was always so warm and listening to his heart worked enough to bring peace to your erratic system.
You glanced up at him and shared a grateful expression and a kiss before looking back outside. “I’m glad I’m seeing all this with you, Junmyeon. My friends Kelsi and Ayla aren’t into history like I am. Which is fine, I was going to come here by myself when the time was right. But being with you makes it all that much more special.”
“You better stop with all these beautiful words you keep sharing on this trip or I might go ahead and ruin it,” he told you, blinking a few times and then looked outside, away from your sudden gaze on him.
“Ruin it how?”
“With some little words that shouldn’t come out too early,” he admitted and you smiled giddily.
“What if they come from me first?”
“I’ll call your bluff.”
You gaped at the man and pulled back to arm’s length to pout at him. “Hey!”
“Tell me when we’re back home. This place is our current paradise and it makes everything seem amazing to us right now. Those types of words need to wait until we’re back in reality.”
You thought over his reasoning and nodded. He was right, it would be all too easy with being caught up in the moment to rush ahead and say things that weren’t needed just yet. Two months could easily be enough time for someone to fall in love, and the romantic within you was certainly gearing up for it.
However, the whole reason you were hesitant to date in the first place was from those past experiences. Once you had confessed to love in the past, it crumbled away, the illusion of your adoration replaced with reality. There was no love at all, at least, not the kind you were searching to capture you for the rest of your life.
It could wait until you returned home. Until months had gone by and this dizzying honeymoon period had eased off. That was the most logical.
Your heart yearned for a little more magic, however.
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By the third day in Florence, logic had all but left you. You were surrounded by a world you had travelled only through textbooks. It was right before your eyes, tantalising your senses everywhere you looked, listened and touched. When you thought you couldn’t be further impressed, you would enter another museum, exhibition or monument and fall further in love with Italy.
And with the man at your side.
As you walked around the Boboli Gardens listening to the guide over the Medici history, you found yourself thinking more about your return home than taking in everything around you. You wondered how much it would hurt to come back down to reality, to wake up in your bed back home and no longer at Junmyeon’s side. Would you be satisfied with sending him off to his dreams each night with a simple farewell over the phone instead of a kiss? Would you still see much of him once you were both back at work and pursuing the next big project? You knew he wasn’t going to just disappear from your world but you had gotten a taste of what it was like to spend time with him and you weren’t quite ready to stop doing just that.
Smiling to yourself, you decided you didn’t care how hard it would get at times; you would balance having a relationship with him. You grew excited for the comfortable moments to come, the bickering, the mundane parts to dating someone. So far, you had nothing to see Junmyeon any less for. He had ticked all the boxes you hadn’t believed he would and then some.
The adventure wouldn’t end just because you weren’t in Italy anymore.
So, when you were back in the centre of the city, you stopped walking around the Fountain of Neptune in the Piazza della Signoria and turned to Junmyeon, reaching for his hand.
“I can’t wait.”
“For dinner?” he questioned, checking his watch. “Baby, we have about an hour until our reservation.”
You stilled at the use of the nickname, your heart swelling further. Junmyeon seemed to become aware of what he said, rubbing at his neck a little awkwardly.
“Oh uh, I just said that.”
You grinned. “That you did.”
“You liked it,” he observed and you nodded quickly. A smile erased his hesitance and Junmyeon then beamed at you. “I know another secret about you.”
“I hardly would call that a secret. It’s a common nickname for a partner.”
He faltered. “Common. Maybe I need something better?”
“No,” you spoke firmly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love it… I love a lot about you.”
“You’re getting dangerously close to words we agreed we’d keep to ourselves, Y/N.”
“I don’t want to keep them anymore,” you announced, brushing your nose over his as you moved in towards his lips. “I can’t keep them to myself. I’m falling for you.”
“I’ve waited years for this,” he said softly and you blinked in confusion.
Years?
Junmyeon seemed lost in his thoughts. “I never expected you to say them so easily to me either.”
You tried to dismiss the moment. He’s meaning for a love like this. Not you specifically, you thought, still blinking in hope that would settle some of the way he had said it in your mind.
However, there was the unmistakable shift in his eyes, the same one you had seen back at his house, shrouding you from the knowledge he seemed to bear. You wished you hadn’t seen it. Been able to fool yourself into the sentence you told yourself, to hold onto those loving sentiments you both had shared.
Junmyeon knew you had seen it too and the confessions fell flat, straight into the fountain behind you, sinking like your heart was.
Was this the catch you had been waiting for unnervingly?
“Junmyeon,” you started, and watched as he moistened his lips in preparation of your heavy question. “What made you go on that first date with me?”
“The first date?” he repeated, trying to smile but it didn’t light up his eyes as it usually did. He was simply trying to buy time, figuring out his path forward. You implored him for an answer and after glancing around the bustling plaza, Junmyeon pointed to one of the alleys that would lead someplace perhaps quieter. You weren’t sure even away from all the people that your mind would silence, the buzz growing louder the longer you impatiently waited for his answer.
Eventually, he found a stone bench for you to sit down on, clasping his hands together as he looked at his feet. “It would have been much the same as it was for you.”
“Kelsi set me up with you. Her work colleague is friends with yours and showed your profile to her. I still don’t know why she put me forward instead of herself though,” you explained calmly despite the noise in your head. You closed your eyes, hoping it would settle it some. “Wasn’t it the same for you?”
“It was,” he stated slowly and then sighed. “It wasn’t the first time I was shown a person to go out on a date with.”
“Likewise.”
“Normally I would insist to Chanyeol that I was too busy to date because my career is in a pretty pivotal moment right now, if I’m honest. The last thing I needed was to start dating.”
Snapping your gaze to his side profile, you frowned. “Then why?”
“I couldn’t turn you down,” he answered, nodding along with his statement. Junmyeon’s eyes remained downcast and you wondered why he couldn’t look at you right now. What was so big that would make him feel less able to stare at you whilst he talked? His smile turned bittersweet. “Because I know you.”
“What? No, you don’t,” you corrected, your gaze narrowing on him. Finally, Junmyeon looked up, his expression sincere. “I really don’t-”
“We grew up in the same area and although we went to different high schools, I know you from back then.”
“How?”
“We did an interschool competition one year. You were on the history quiz team, remember?”
Your memories travelled back to a younger period in your life, growing clearer with the more thought you put into it. Junmyeon smiled again. “I was on the athletics team.”
Blinking some more, you tried to find the younger version of him in your memories but you came up blank. He seemed aware of this, nodding again.
“I don’t think you would remember me much. But I remember you.”
“Because of a high school competition, you decided to go on a date with me as adults? That’s nothing to be so concerned over; some might think that’s sweet.”
Junmyeon sighed heavily. “I liked you so much that I convinced a friend who I knew at your school to help me out. He gave me some pointers on how to approach you and then when it came time to, I was beaten to it.”
“Beaten?” you echoed and then sighed with realisation. “Do Kyungsoo.”
“Do Kyungsoo,” he confirmed with a light laugh, leaning back. “You dated him for what, a year?”
You were surprised he had known how long you dated for. Still, you shrugged. “Only for him to break it off when he said we weren’t compatible.”
“I had the biggest crush on someone I didn’t really know. I mean, I tried to know you. Once you meet someone, it becomes easy to see them everywhere. We have crossed paths in life, even as adults, multiple times before that date, you know.”
“Really?”
Junmyeon nodded. “I tried dating others but I guess the juvenile part of me who didn’t get the girl of my teenage dreams wasn’t satisfied. If it wasn’t you, I wasn’t interested.”
“Wow, you thought so highly of me,” you murmured, unsure of how to feel.
Should it be endearing? You felt a little uncomfortable thinking there had been moments in life where Junmyeon had watched you, had felt something for you and you had no idea he even existed.
“So when your picture crossed my desk, I thought maybe this was a sign. That’s why I agreed to the date. And then you politely turned me down. Was this what the universe had wanted me to understand all along?” Junmyeon wasn’t talking to you, but rather himself, perplexed over the concept. He then shook his head. “I couldn’t let you go this time. Not without trying. Which is why I came after you-”
“And suggested the ten dates,” you finished and Junmyeon nodded.
“But here we are in Italy, enjoying each other and our dream. Yours is the place and mine is… well, I guess, it’s you.”
“Can I be honest with you?”
“I hope you would be considering I’m aware how this must sound to you.”
“It is a lot to take on,” you admitted, chewing on your lip.
“I’ve been honest about my approach this whole time, Y/N.”
“Except when you acted like it was your first meeting with me.”
“Well it was, I had only liked you from afar.”
“Maybe it’s best we leave it in the past,” you stated, standing up and inhaling a deep breath.
Junmyeon didn’t join you. “Don’t you have something to say too?”
“Me?”
“Your friends coming on that second date wasn’t a coincidence.”
“That was innocent, simply a backup plan.”
“You said yes to ten dates but wanted to ensure you could find a way out if I didn’t present well?” he surmised and you nodded.
“I didn’t know what to think back then about you. I didn’t think we matched, remember?”
Junmyeon stood up and held out his hand for yours. “Can we go back to smiling and having a good time? We have only one day left in Italy. The truths we’ve confessed to, let’s navigate them back home, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you agreed, slipping your hand into his waiting one.
It didn’t feel the same as before.
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natur-body · 3 years
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My 4 stages of transition to raw vegan diet – the ultimate beginner’s guide
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I was one of these people who fell into a trap of healthy body and lifestyle promises popularized  by many raw vegan practitioners on youtube; and even though, I did not have any large health problem at that time except low energy levels, insomnia, some extra weight and addiction to unhealthy food I have decided to give it a try for 6 month.
Although the majority of my diet consists of raw foods up to this day, I still miss the amazing experience of eating fully raw – the lightness, uplifted mood and high energy levels that come with this diet. However the transition period itself has been the hardest thing I have ever implemented in my life both on physical and emotional levels. I would distinguish 4 stages. In order to amplify my sensations I have decided to give them the names. Those are following:
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Stage N 1 – Complete mess (The first two weeks).
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Complete Mess – this is how I felt when I started raw vegan diet. Everything went wrong especially during the first two weeks. The food I have been eating: fruits, vegetables, nuts and seeds have simply not been enough for my body to feel satisfied. I felt that my food had been lacking not that much volume but density and it has been digested as fast as I have been chewing it, therefore my stomach was always empty no matter how much I would eat.
And I have been eating as much as I could: I would start my day with 5-6 oranges (unfortunately, at that time I knew nothing about green smoothie, so it was not in my diet), after 3 hours I would eat 4-5 bananas, after some hours a huge vegetable salad with lots of healthy fats like avocado and extra virgin olive oil, just before going to bed I would eat another huge salad with lots of nuts in it. I have realized that different nuts in raw form were giving me the sense of fullness and satisfaction, so I started introducing them to my salads, made nut deeps and ate them with bell peppers as snacks, I have also been eating a lot of nuts with dried fruits in the form of homemade sweets.
I have been experiencing terrible cravings mainly on high carbohydrate foods, like bread, potatoes, rice and pasta. I did not have any cravings for meat because I have turned vegetarian 6 months prior. Cheese, however has been huge part of longings too. The nights were especially difficult to withstand – I remember waking up and not being able to go to sleep thinking of pizza, pasta, and cheese toasts. The only thing that would calm me down were bananas. The cravings were difficult on emotional level too and if not my husband’s support and different psychological tools I have been using to stay inspired I am sure I would not have made it.
For the first 5 days of transitioning to raw vegan diet my bowel movement has completely stopped. I believe that my body simply did not have sufficient microbiom to digest raw foods, although before switching to fully raw diet I have been adding more fruits and vegetables to my food portions in an attempt to overcome my binge eating behavior.
After 5 days I finally started visiting toilet, but this time more frequently than ever: 4- 5 times a day. But I knew that it was not diarrhea: according to my research, it was the gut trying to detoxify from mucus. For more on this topic please view my blog: “6 amazing health benefits of cleaning your gut”.
I have started experiencing other detox symptoms: pimples on my face and fever like sensations at nights in the form of light shivering, however my body temperature staid normal all the time.
What helped me pass through these first two weeks was great interest in how my body would detoxify during the next time period. I was also blessed by my husband’s support. When you are physically and emotionally unstable, your family member’s assistance and uplifting is crucial. Having my house full of fruits and vegetables and not restricting myself in eating lots of bananas and nuts were also very helpful. The only rule of food combining I have been following at that time is that I was eating fruits only before vegetables in order to avoid gas. For the rest – everything that was raw I considered good for my body. This mindset to me was crucial, as I found impossible to restrict myself both in cooked food and in high sugar content fruits at the same time. Later my body refused itself to eat a lot of fruits, but this has only happened after a while.
Stage N 2 – Big adjustments. (From the beginning of 3rd week till the end of second month).
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After two weeks things have changed to a better direction in the following way: I started loving fruits and vegetables and getting the sense of fullness and satisfaction after my meals. I also started watching all the recipes from raw vegan diet practitioners and replicated their dishes. soon, I became an expert in preparing raw salads and it has started bringing me joy. At that time I have still been using salt and I am happy that I have not eliminated it from my diet, because salt was helping to replicate at least some of my old preferred dishes, but I have still been experiencing really bad cravings at nights that I would cope with the help of bananas.
My digestion has also improved and I stopped having bowel movements several times per day. Instead I would have only one early in the morning that would leave me with an amazing sensation of a completely empty gut. This was something I have never experienced before on conventional diet.
My detox symptoms have subsided: I had no more shivering at nights and pimples on my face, and my hair was getting less greasy too. instead of having to wash my head every second day I have started washing it once in 5 days.
My weight has dropped by 20 Lbs (9 kg) already by the end of the first month, and another 6.6 Lbs (3 kg) by the end of second month and finally it has stabilized on 100 Lbs (45 kg), after that my weight has never dropped more. People around me were being afraid that I would get anorexia, however my high energy levels and strength were convincing me that I have been doing everything correctly. For more on this topic please visit my blog: “Why some people heal with fasting, others get anorexia”
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But there were some alarming changes too: by the end of second month my hair has started falling out and I my nails became warped – these two phenomena have completely freaked me out, however I have made a research and found out that a lot of people on raw vegan diet have been experiencing same symptoms for a small period of time only. I considered that it was part of the detox and became hopeful that after time my hair and nails would grow back normal.
Stage N 3. – Easiness. (3rd and 4th months)
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When the first two months of my transition were over and new, third months began things started to become much easier in many ways:
My cravings have stopped: no more waking up at night wishing for french fries and pizza! Subsequently, my late night banana munches have subsided. Stopping of cravings has been an amazing break through for me, I felt released and in control of my eating behavior.
The most stunning thing that has happened is that my hunger has subsided: I really started enjoying the taste of raw foods and they kept me satisfied more and more, I cut down my portion sizes and kept my salad recipes much simpler. I also started eating less fruits and nuts, but my weight staid stable. My energy levels have increased and sleep has improved.
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stage N 4 – Absolute freedom (5th month and 6th month)
During the last two months my efforts finally started to pay back. I began to experience amazing benefits I have never dreamed of before.
My energy levels went higher then ever -I have been hiking in mountains from mornings till late evenings with no sensation of tiredness or hunger – never in my life I have enjoyed such endurance! My sleep has absolutely normalized and my mood and optimism have sky rocketed.
My hunger has completely gone, so much that I was forgetting to have breakfast and surviving with only two meals a day. I had no more cravings for bananas and dates and also cut down consumption of nuts and olive oil. My diet has been naturally transforming to mono: at lunch I would have one type of fruit and in the evening carrots or cauliflower or cabbage or spinach, cucumbers or tomatoes. My calorie intake has gone way down, however my energy levels went higher.
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My weight did not change – it stayed the same 100 Lbs (45 kg). I believe that if I have been eating the same way as at the initial stage of transitioning on raw vegan diet my weight would have been higher. however I chose to listen more to my body requirements than any rules of calorie intake.
My hair has stopped falling out and started growing back much stronger and the same happened to my nails.
My bowel movement has become more frequent and by the end of 6th months I have started visiting toilet as many times as I would eat that day to eliminate the previews meal completely – as a result I was feeling empty as a drum. I brig my apology for these details but I can not avoid emphasizing how nicely digestion works with natural food.
The conclusion:
At the conclusion, according to my experience raw vegan diet absolutely breaks any rules of calorie intake and energy formation. The more natural food you eat and the cleaner is your body from metabolic toxins the more energy you possess. I have also learned that I could not judge about benefits of any diet unless I would have been experiencing it for at least for 2 months, because it takes time for body to detoxify and adjust.
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thenightling · 3 years
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Why I have not read the latest issue of The Dreaming Waking Hours yet
Okay.   I admit it.  I have not yet read The Dreaming: Waking Hours issue 9.  I have read the preview pages.  And I have seen the cover and... that’s just it.   I know what’s in it.
Consider this. If Ruin was a woman would we be okay with what is happening to the character on the cover?  It’s not that the scene is gay.   No, I’m fine with that.  It’s that I know the context...
Ruin is in love with a mortal in the Waking World.  The entire plot is based around Ruin trying to find this mortal love.   Currently he is lost in Faerie.  And the magick of Faerie is influencing their minds.
So can you guess what is wrong with issue 9?
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It’s a very pretty cover and it’s well drawn.   But it’s glamorizing rape.   Ruin is being objectified and it is glamorizing rape.  In this day and age a DC comics cover is pro-rape...
While under the influence of the magical equivalent of a date-rape drug ruin is in the arms of one he is NOT in love with.  And we’re supposed to find it hawt... A rape scene...
Not only that but Chris Conroy, the current head of DC Black Label just retweeted an internal image of this same scene suggesting that this is how everyone should spend their weekend.  He... Does know what happens in the very comics he publishes, right!?    He DOES understand this is a rape scene, right?!?  He’s in charge of the DC black Label, he does know what is happening in this scene, right?  Or is he subtlety telling us all to get f--ked?  
I don’t mind this sort of scene being in the story itself but as the “sexy” cover art and then being toted as how we should spend our weekend, both are making me quite uncomfortable.
So you can see my dilemma.  I don’t want to condone or promote a rape culture.  I like the story thus far.  It’s an interesting story.   But if you know the context of what’s going on you’d realize this is much more of an objectifying scene than the controversial “Poison Ivy’s sexy dead body” cover from heroes in crisis.
The cover is a very beautiful... depiction of a rape.   And now the head of DC black shares images from the same scene as a way of telling fans to have a good weekend.
Again, I’m not against it because it’s gay.  I’m not straight.   And I like the character of Ruin (the human-like Nightmare character).   I’m against this because in context this is a rape scene...
I’m not even saying they should change the cover.   However...  When the head of DC black shares images of the rape scene like it’s something good because out-of-context it looks like someone being pampered by a lover...
I have very mixed feelings right now...      
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asfaltics · 3 years
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Mrs Furness died of what was diagnosed as “acute neuralgia.” Her concordance extended the earlier work of Mary Cowden-Clarke (1809-98 *) her Complete Concordance to Shakspere : Being a Verbal Index to All the Passages in the Dramatic Works of the Poet (London, 1845) 14 at The Leisure Hour : An Illustrated Magazine for Home Reading (September 1, 1877) : snippet view but Chapter 10, “A Doubtful Friend,” of His Only Enemy, by Mrs. Arnold (author of “Better than Gold”) at hathitrust more — Mrs. Arnold was a pseudonym for Sarah Ann Jeffreys (1836-88), whose remarkable story is sketched at the Victorian Research Web (Troy J. Bassett, At the Circulating Library: A Database of Victorian Fiction, 1837-1901. 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(1892) : 818 among the contributors is Susanna (erroneously given as Susannah) Winkworth (1820-1884), English translator (of German theologian Niebuhr and others) and philanthropist, elder sister of translator Catherine Winkworth. see wikipedia 18 snippet preview only, in section “The Holders of Lands,” in The Victoria History of the Counties of England : Essex (1903) : 559 19 ex OCR cross-column misread/jump from The American Standard Bible (left column) to The Authorized Version (right) at “International Bible Lessons, uniform series.” Second Quarter. Lesson V. May 5 Poverty and Riches — Luke 6. 20-26; 16. 19-31, at The Church School Journal and Bible Student’s Magazine 44:5 (Cincinnati, May 1912) : 361 20 ex Hughlings Jackson, “On Affections of Speech from Disease of the Brain.” from Brain (1880), reprinted in “Hughlings Jackson on Aphasia and Kindred Affections of Speech,” in Brain : A Journal of Neurology 38 (July 1915) : 147-174 (166) John Hughlings Jackson (1835-1911) was a renowned specialist in epilepsy (wikipedia) 21 ex snippet view (only, at google) to YMCA, International Committee, For the Millions of Men Now Under Arms Number 5 (1915) : 48 (at archive.org)
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Billboard #1s 1985
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Foreigner -- "I Want To Know What Love Is" -- February 2, 1985
One of the quintessential 80s power ballads. It's actually kind of interesting if you think about it enough. He's not in love yet, but he's gotten sick of not being in love, so he's asking someone he's in the pre-love stage with to show him. Though he's had "heartache and pain" before, and doesn't know if he can face it again. It's not consistent. I feel like it's a missed opportunity, but oh well. It's good enough for what it is.
Wham! -- "Careless Whisper" -- February 16, 1985
Oh my god I love the saxophone in this. The music throughout the song is so incredibly sexy. And this is the kind of song George Michael's voice was made for. He's totally capable of sounding both hot and in agony at the same time. I actually adore a whole lot of cheating songs -- mostly, though not exclusively, the tormented kind. Drama! Love! Sex! Angst! Gorgeous.
REO Speedwagon -- "Can't Fight This Feeling" -- March 9, 1985
<3. He keeps singing "r"s like a pirate, but he doesn't go as hard on the other consonants, so I'm good with it. Lyrically, this song sounds like it might be two songs mashed together. "What started out as friendship has grown stronger" or "my life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you." Well which is it? Except I've had that happen. I love this song.
Phil Collins -- "One More Night" -- March 30, 1985
This is a depressing heartbreak song without the saving grace of any of Phil Collins' neat drum stuff. Blah.
We Are the World -- April 13, 1985
Whoo boy. I was 8 when this came out. Obviously I loved it. All the kids loved it. Now, though... I'm sorry, but it's bad. Really bad. Many others have gone deeply into why it's bad. I feel acutely embarrassed listening to it, so I'm just running away from it as fast as possible. (Remember all those celebrities singing "Imagine" in their mansions in 2020? I blame this song for that.)
Madonna -- "Crazy For You" -- May 11, 1985
This is one of Madonna's most straightforward love songs. Maybe the most, period. This or "Cherish," and this is a better song. It's lovely. Like Olivia Newton-John, Madonna can act a song. (Unlike in most movies she's been in.) But what I'm thinking about now is learning in this article that her label wouldn't let Madonna release "Into the Groove" as a single. That song was huge. It was played on the radio all the time. If it had been released as a single, or maybe if Billboard had tracked songs then like it does today, it would have been a massive smash, definitely #1. "Into the Groove" is also the best song of her very early career. "Crazy for You" is good, but not nearly as special.
Simple Minds -- "Don't You Forget About Me" -- May 18, 1985
As I am "Gen X", I am supposed to deeply connect with The Breakfast Club. I was 8 years old when it came out. My life as a teenager was nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, like that movie. I didn't recognize any of the "types." I liked the movie when I saw it in college, mostly, but the whole sexual harassment turns into a relationship deal was not seen as cool any longer. The "jocks vs. nerds" thing also felt very dated. The school in the movie was bigger and richer than mine, but it's a fantasy.
Anyway, though I don't feel much about the movie, its breakout song was really good. It does speak to a real fear both in graduating high school and during young adult relationships. I haven't forgotten the people I knew in high school, as far as I know, but obviously they don't have the same importance to me any longer. I'm Facebook friends with a lot of them. And very much not with a couple who were the most important then, because we grew apart -- or blasted apart. One of the nicest girls I knew in high school thinks there's a war on Christmas. Another keeps trying to get me to join her MLM. One of my best friends became my first boyfriend, and I don't regret that, but it was also a semi-disaster. And others... we just have nothing to say to each other any longer.
So, Breakfast Club: I don't connect with at all. "Don't You Forget About Me": Speaks to something very real and timeless.
Wham! -- "Everything She Wants" -- May 25, 1985
What a dick. Songs in which the narrator is a colossal jerk are perfectly fine, of course, but this one gets under my skin. He's whining about his wife getting pregnant when she's dissatisfied with their life and that they're broke. As if it's something she chose to do to him. She's stuck creating a whole other person with her blood and flesh, and he thinks it's all and entirely about him. I really hate it.
Tears for Fears -- "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" -- June 8, 1985
I can't hear this song without thinking of this Baldur's Gate fan trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jdd06d2nids. Speaking of which, I am incredibly excited for Baldur's Gate 3. I've been reading the early access reviews on Steam, and anything anyone is saying that's negative is stuff I don't gaf about (except bugs), whereas the positive stuff, I care about deeply. I hope it's got some of the feeling of that trailer. Um, right, Tears for Fears.
Honestly, though, it works best as a Baldur's Gate theme song. I don't think everybody actually wants to rule the world. It sounds good though. And pretty different from other stuff around it. But I like Lorde's cover better, and not just because it fits so wonderfully with all sorts of fantasy stories.
I usually play a paladin or paladin-type the first time in fantasy RPGs, but I'm thinking bard this time.
Bryan Adams -- "Heaven" -- June 22, 1985
He's been with this woman since they were young, and while they've broken up and gone through rough patches, now they're together forever and they're "in heaven." Bryan Adams knew exactly how to write a song that would become a hit. I used to not mind it at all, but it also means nothing to me. The chorus is catchy as hell though. So catchy that I ended up waking up with it in my head and it would not leave for hours and hours, so now I resent this song.
Phil Collins -- "Sussudio" -- July 6, 1985
I refuse to believe anyone ever told Phil Collins he was too young. He was born middle-aged. Anyway, the narrator isn't supposed to be him, so it's fine, but it's still kinda funny. He's got a crush on someone who doesn't even know his name, but "she's all I need all of my life." Um. The music is repetitive, the drums aren't as interesting as Phil Collins at his best, and I don't like the lyrics. I don't hate it, but I don't like it either.
Duran Duran -- "View to a Kill" -- July 13, 1985
I'm not sure I've ever heard this song before. It's about as good a song as the Bond movie they wrote it for was as a movie. In other words, it's bad. I'm not even sure there's a melody. Just a mess. "Ordinary World" would have made a far better Bond theme, but of course that was the 90s, when Duran Duran decided to try to make sense both lyrically and musically.
Paul Young -- "Every Time You Go Away" -- July 27, 1985
I like the high keyboard notes in this. They're sort of haunting. The rest of the song is musically pretty good, too. Lyrically though, it's only passable. This woman keeps leaving him every time "the leading man" shows up, so I guess he's the backup. Why does he keep waiting for her anyway? There's no hint in the song. I'm kind of embarrassed for him.
Tears for Fears -- "Shout" -- August 3, 1985
I think "Everybody Wants to Rule the World" is a better song than this one when done by Lorde. But I think "Shout" is a better song than Tears for Fears' original iteration of "Everybody Wants to Rule the World." The chorus seems clear enough. But the verses are not. "They gave you life/ And in return you gave them hell" makes sense in isolation, but then there's a bunch of stuff that doesn't go with it. Like "I'd really love to break your heart" -- wtf? But the music is really good. 
Huey Lewis and the News -- "The Power of Love" -- August 24, 1985
This was the big song for Back to the Future, and it meshed beautifully with the movie, but it doesn't need that association to be a great song. "Don't need money, don't take fame/ Don't need no credit card to ride this train/ It's strong and it's sudden, it can be cruel sometimes/ But it might just save your life." Yep. It's sort of Motown, sort of rock, and I love it. (Also: "Stronger and harder than a bad girl's dream." Heh.)
John Parr -- "St. Elmo's Fire" -- August 24, 1985
Of all the John Hughes movies I have not seen and do not plan to see, St. Elmo's Fire sure is one of them. The song is about a disabled man who inspired people by rolling himself cross-country in his wheelchair for charity, which has absolutely nothing to do with the movie. I'm disabled, and I just... okay look, what he did was admirable. But we shouldn't have to be inspirations to be counted as worthwhile, and I've been told I should die because I can't produce for capitalism, so you know. I've got some personal issues with this and I'm gonna move along.
Dire Straits -- "Money for Nothing" -- September 21, 1985
This is not Dire Straits' best song, but it's an awfully fun one. I watched the video tons when I was a kid. (That sound is Tipper Gore falling to the floor in a dead faint.) The music is great rock. And the lyrics are very true-to-life. You can either sanitize people or present them as they are honestly, and I know which I prefer.
Ready for the World -- "Oh Sheila" -- October 12, 1985
The band's from Michigan. The English accent at the beginning of the song is fake. That's a good preview for the song, which sounds like a 3rd-rate Prince knockoff at best. Blech.
a-ha -- "Take On Me" -- October 19, 1985
The video totally ripped off one of my aunts. Somehow or other, they saw into the little comic she drew for me about someone going into a land of drawings to rescue someone else in a romantic adventure, years before 1985. Anyway, this song is great musically, massively synthesizer heavy without sounding artificial. Though I can only understand maybe a third of the lyrics as he sings them. I've always understood "It's no better to be safe than sorry" though. Yep, at least when it comes to romance, which is what they're singing about here.
Whitney Houston -- "Saving All My Love for You" -- October 26, 1985
It's not better to be safe than sorry, but that doesn't mean it's good to be an absolute idiot in matters of romance either. Nor is it good to be a colossal jerk. That's what the narrator is here -- the "you" she's singing to is married. And he won't leave his wife and children, though he used to say he would. The lyrics seem to say that's she's accepted the situation, but the way Houston sings it, I think the narrator's trying to get him to leave his wife -- and children -- for her still. This makes sense, as it puts some kind of passion and sense of story into the song, which without Houston's singing would not be there. The narrator certainly never acknowledges that what she's doing is wrong in the slightest iota. This song could be done in a way that works. But it's a completely sincere ballad. So, no. I despise the narrator, I despise the man she's singing to more, and the whole thing leaves me feeling gross.
Stevie Wonder -- "Part Time Lover" -- November 2, 1985
No one's thinking anyone's gonna leave anyone in this one. It's about cheating, and the thrill of it, but then at the end, he's found out his wife's cheating on him too. "I guess that two can play the game/ Of part-time lovers." This kind of funk groove is one way you make a song like this. It makes the whole thing sexy and fun, and the lyrics also work even beyond that ending, because they acknowledge it's wrong.
Jon Hammer -- "Miami Vice Theme" -- November 9, 1985
My parents didn't watch Miami Vice. And then I never felt like watching it in re-runs when I got older. I don't recognize this song. It's an energetic instrumental, but there's so much going on, I keep trying to figure out if there's a main musical idea anywhere. Nope. Just lots and lots of synth. Headache-inducing.
Starship -- "We Built This City" -- November 16, 1985
Blech. This song sounds both unfinished and overproduced somehow. The chorus seems designed to be catchy with absolute ruthlessness by people who didn't really care, and no one involved even seems to want to bother to fake it.
Phil Collins & Marilyn Martin -- "Separate Lives" -- November 30, 1985
This is supposed to be heart-wrenchingly sad. Well, it does tank my dopamine, but that's not what a good sad song does. A good sad song makes you feel better. This one makes me need to turn on something high-energy after about 30 seconds, before I sink into bleakness. It's aggressively boring.
Mr. Mister -- "Broken Wings" -- December 7, 1985
This was one of the first songs I recorded from the radio. On my pink tape deck/radio that was a sort of a mini boom box. I've always had my own tape player since I can remember, but that was a definite upgrade from the Sesame Street one. I was 9 then, so getting more seriously into music and developing my own taste intentionally, rather than simply absorbing what was happening around me.
Anyway, the song. It's about a relationship in trouble, and he wants to stay with her. To me it sounds like she has been so seriously hurt (and not by him), that she can't trust anyone, and he's laying himself on the line for her. That has spoken to me deeply ever since I first heard the song as a child. Moving on to the music: While the lyrics are repetitive, the music is not, which is what makes the song so good. It's a beautiful song.
Lionel Richie -- "Say You, Say Me" -- December 21, 1985
I look forward to Lionel Richie no longer being on the charts. This song was on the soundtrack of some movie I've never heard of. I wish I'd never heard of the song. Totally artificial glop.
BEST OF 1985: "Don't You Forget About Me" by Simple Minds  WORST OF 1985: "We Built This City" by Starship
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OK, September 7
Cover Story -- Cher’s dream wedding at 74 
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Page 1: Big Pic -- Katy Perry got dolled up in an array of funky ensembles to promote her song What Makes a Woman
Page 2: Contents 
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Page 4: Melissa McCarthy thriving at 50 -- after her milestone birthday Melissa’s opening up about how she overcame hardships to come out on top 
Page 5: For years Prince William and wife Duchess Kate Middleton have watched from the sidelines as Prince Harry and Meghan Markle have dominated headlines but the couple are finally ready to tell their side of the story in a sit-down TV interview -- it won’t be a scandalous interview but it will certainly right a few wrongs and misconceptions 
Page 6: As Drew Barrymore gears up for her talk show premiere she’s counting on her famous friends to bring in more viewers, as Kim Kardashian and Kanye West struggle to keep their marriage afloat Caitlyn Jenner has been sending them well-wishes but Kim would rather Caitlyn just keep her lips zipped -- Kim’s told everyone to keep their opinions to themselves while she works through this crisis one-on-one with Kanye but Cait’s been sounding off and telling anyone who’ll listen how she believes he’s gotten a raw deal, Chrishell Stause is out to destroy ex Justin Hartley’s reputation and his new romance with Sofia Pernas -- Chrishell is bitter and is calling out Justin as a liar and a cheater and telling friends that his new girlfriend should be careful
Page 10: Red Hot on the Red Carpet -- stars sparkle in champagne hues -- Elizabeth Chambers, Angela Bassett, Kim Kardashian West 
Page 11: Jennifer Lopez, Scarlett Johansson 
Page 12: Who Wore It Better? Thandie Newton vs. Georgia May Jagger 
Page 16 -- News in Photos -- Cara Santana celebrated her birthday on the beach in Malibu 
Page 18: Rita Ora vacationing in Corfu in Greece, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson and his daughters Jasmine and Tiana, Pete Wentz plays tennis 
Page 20: Nick Barrotta got in a workout while shooting scenes for The Oval, Ireland Baldwin spent the day at the beach with her uncle Stephen Baldwin 
Page 21: Sofia Richie paddleboarding, Alessandra Ambrosio playing volleyball, Gavin Rossdale takes a shirtless stroll on the beach 
Page 23: RHOBH star Brandi Glanville helping wash a friend’s car, Adam Sandler shooting hoops on the street 
Page 24: Inside My Home -- Brittany Snow’s selling her home in Studio City for $2.7 million 
Page 26: The Property Brothers double baby joy -- Drew Scott and his wife Linda Phan are finally expecting and his twin Jonathan Scott’s girlfriend Zooey Deschanel is also pregnant 
Page 27: Ben Affleck is being kept on a tight leash by girlfriend Ana de Armas as she wants to know where Ben goes and who he’s with at all times and she gave him a 9 p.m. sharp curfew, Rachael Ray and husband John Cusimano have found a silver lining in the wake of their devastating house fire as it made them appreciate what really matters most is each other so for their 15th anniversary they’re going to renew their vows with a few added words inspired by what they’ve learned in the aftermath of this tragedy, Bindi Irwin and husband Chandler Powell already have themselves a cash cow in their unborn child because the demand for an interview with Bindi and Chandler about their pregnancy news is huge right now and they’ve learned from her mom Terri Irwin that cashing in at the right time is key plus they could really use some extra money right now since the family business Australia Zoo isn’t doing so well 
Page 28: Ever since Melanie Griffith got word that ex Antonio Banderas had tested positive for Covid-19 she has made it her mission to help nurse him back to health by calling at all hours and texting him with tons of advice to keep his strength up and although Antonio appreciates her acts of kindness his girlfriend Nicole Kimpel feels the two are getting too close for comfort especially since she’s been at his side throughout the ordeal, while the rest of the world is in chaos Cameron Diaz and Benji Madden are keeping cool calm and collected as they dote on daughter Raddix and Cameron is looking for answers about how to raise a child in these crazy times and she’s found crystals and psychics to be so helpful, Love Bites -- Chrissy Teigen and John Legend are expecting baby no. 3, Miley Cyrus and Cody Simpson split, Jesse Metcalfe and Corin Jamie Lee Clark are dating 
Page 29: Meg Ryan and John Mellencamp ended their on-off romance last October and John moved on with Jamie Sherrill but lately Meg has been blowing up John’s phone and he’s happily answering -- Meg’s recent move to Montecito in California brought her closer to John who’s been in L.A. a lot more since that’s where Jamie’s skincare business is -- John thinks Jamie is a lovely lady but he and Meg are soulmates and it’s a matter of when not if they’ll get back together 
Page 30: Cover Story -- Cher is getting married -- the legendary star is set to stay I Do to her 27-year-old rocker beau 
Page 34: Lifestyles of the Young and Famous -- the plush and pampered lives of billion-dollar celebrity kids -- North West, Emme Muniz 
Page 35: Blue Ivy Carter, Harper Beckham, Princess Charlotte 
Page 36: Louis Bullock, Penelope Disick, Shiloh Jolie-Pitt 
Page 37: Moroccan and Monroe Cannon, Apple Martin, Mom Knows Best -- a few of the best mommas in Hollywood -- Jennifer Garner, Reese Witherspoon, Gwen Stefani 
Page 38: Interview -- Selena Gomez dishes it out 
Page 40: How Cindy Crawford stays in tip-top shape 
Page 41: Like Mother, Like Daughter -- Kaia Gerber is a chip off the old block in the health and wellness department 
Page 44: Style Week -- Megan Thee Stallion is Revlon’s new face 
Page 46: Run errands in style with a superchic totally sleek tiny phone purse -- Zoey Deutch 
Page 47: 5 minutes with Tiffani Thiessen 
Page 48: Fashion -- the classic post earring gets a bold and stylish upgrade -- Margot Robbie 
Page 50: Beauty -- beauty booty from around the world 
Page 52: Entertainment 
Page 53: Fall TV preview, Q&A with Mister E 
Page 58: Buzz -- in living color -- these stars recently transformed their dresses -- Jesse Williams goes blue, Lady Gaga in green called Ocean Blonde, Jim Parsons goes blond 
Page 59: Emily Ratajkowski goes blonde, Sarah Hyland goes red, Faith Hill goes pink, Joe Jonas goes platinum, Ariel Winter goes blonde, Gigi Hadid goes darker, Kaia Gerber goes pink 
Page 60: Sound Bites -- Olivia Colman on portraying Queen Elizabeth II on The Crown, Andy Cohen on which Real Housewives he’d trust to babysit his son Ben, Angelina Jolie on quarantining with her six kids, Luke Bryan roasting pal Blake Shelton 
Page 61: Adele responding to a fan who asked when she’d be releasing her next album, Jennifer Aniston on playing a celebrity news anchor on The Morning Show, David Arquette on teaming up with ex Courteney Cox for Scream 5, Kelly Ripa to daughter Lola on her habit of stealing her mom’s crop tops 
Page 62: Horoscope -- Virgo Zendaya turned 24 on September 1 
Page 64: By the Numbers -- Olivia Culpo
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batloaf is here to say hello and happy halloween and apologies for the inactivity! it’s probably gonna continue for a couple months while i prepare some merch/prints for ALA in January. i will try to post some Sneak Previews™ as i see fit.
Anyway, @detective-joke-peralta just tagged me in this Get to Know Me jawn so here are some questions if you want to Get to Know Me or fill them out yourself
Get to know me!    
TAGGED BY: @detective-joke-peralta
rules: answer 17 questions & tag 17 people you want to know better
nickname: is KJ a nickname? it is initials. but it’s just my name. See also kor, bird, any other variant of birdloaf, snack
zodiac sign: scorpio BABYYY welcome to my house
height: 5′3 and mad about it
hogwarts house: ravenclaw according to the sorting hat quiz i just took
last thing i googled: “sorting hat quiz” kdgjg
song stuck in my head: I’m listening to music rn so currently nothing, but this morning it was like a weird hybrid of the “graaavity” part from Special K by Placebo and the “graaavity” part from Bulletproof Heart by mcr
following: 458
followers: 22485 who are you people
amount of sleep i get: I can’t usually get myself to sleep before like 3-5am so the amount of sleep i get depends on when i need to wake up. i am stupid
lucky numbers: none. i like 9, aesthetically
dream job: i don’t even know. Some kind of artist. I’m happy with my current status of Graphic Designer but I’d like to design more for the entertainment industry, esp music
wearing: black joggers, a red flannel, a t-shirt from a battle of the bands in like 2013 in which we lost to some guys that did a ukelele cover of radioactive by imagine dragons and i’ve never been angrier in my life
favorite songs: oh you can’t do this. i have way too many favorite songs and they change every day. I will say the one that has held up over time more than any other might be The Suburbs by arcade fire, which somehow still gets me
instruments: Bass is my main one but i’ve been playing way more piano lately bc i find it much easier to entertain myself with
random fact: i rarely paint my nails but today i painstakingly gave myself some hot topic ass jack skellington nails for halloween and it took like three hours and then i immediately destroyed them while trying to put on boots. i’m still sad
aesthetics: fluctuates wildly between ghostly edwardian vicar who died of tuberculosis, gay 70s muppet, vhs goth, opossum, and middle school halloween party. ideally i will someday embody a perfect equilibrium between all five, if humanly possible
tagging: uhhh you if you read this and wanna do it just say that i tagged you. i cant even think of 17 people on this site
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Lost to the ages (A vaguely shippy WoL/Emet Selch playlist)
1. Driving Nail: Demon Hunter { x }
Thoughts like shadows swelling through my mind What have I become? Something else inside... It's driving nails into my soul Angels from my door Driving nails into my soul
(Preview song! The rest are under the cut to spare taking up the space)
2. Bastille : Sleepsong { x }
The scenes which hold the waking world slowly come undone You'll come undone... Oh, you go to sleep on your own And you wake each day with your thoughts And it scares you being alone It's a last resort
3. Do You Believe in Angels : The Last Dance { x }
Do you believe it's a better world Do you believe that no one cries Do you believe in bitter tears Or is there something you've never wanted to believe in? Last night i thought i saw you staring Staring at the sky Last night i thought i saw you wishing For your dreams to die
4. Jillian : Within Temptation { x }
Will I ever Will I never free myself By breaking these chains? I'd give my heart, I'd give my soul. I'd turn it back, it's my fault. Your destiny is forlorn
5. Paint It Black : Ciara (Cover) { x }
I look inside myself and see my heart is black I see my red door, I must have it painted black Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue I could not foresee this thing happening to you
6. Take Me To Church : Jonathon Young/Jared Dines (Cover) { x }
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
7. While Your Lips Are Still Red : Nightwish { x }
First day of love never comes back A passionate hour's never a wasted one The violin, the poet's hand Every thawing heart plays your theme with care Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled
8. Who Am I? : Besomorph & RIELL { x }
You’ve given us everything and nothing at all So why do you build us up to crumble and fall? Give me strength and gratitude Tell me what it is I can ask of you Tell me what it is that I can’t see Tell me now, oh, tell me now who is it I’m supposed to be
9. Hunger : Of Monsters and Men { x }
And I'll grow to fill the void Let me go, 'cause you are just a shade Of what I am, not what I'll be But in this quiet company I forget sometimes just how to breathe Fill my lungs with the sound
10. Monster : Beth Crowley { x }
You better run and hide I'm turning into a monster Right before your eyes My tongue is a weapon And I'm locked and loaded
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1. What previews did you see at the last movie you saw in theaters? I don’t even remember dude. I do remember the last movie I saw in the cinema was Knives Out, but we were too late to see the previews and arrived exactly when the movie started. The movie I saw before that wasssssss Portrait of a Lady on Fire, but that was so long ago I definitely don’t remember the previews that showed beforehand – or if there were any, at all. 2. Have you ever washed your hair with mayonnaise? Ok I love mayonnaise, but that shit goes in my mouth and not anywhere else in my body lmao. 3. How many things are you a fan of on Facebook? I stupidly liked so many pages when I was 14 and new to Facebook...it must be in the hundreds. I think I still like most of them, but I’m just too lazy to unlike each of them. 4. Do you have more friends on Myspace or Facebook? Facebook is a sure winner here because I don’t even have a Myspace.
5. What generation iPod do you have? I don’t know...it’s an iPod from 2008, though. The really thin one that comes with games, and the screen is already colored. 
6. What celebrities share your birthday? James McAvoy and Queen Elizabeth II are the biggest names I think. I Googled to confirm anyway and it turns out I share a birthday with Iggy Pop too. Pretty diverse group lmao. 7. What's your first and last name spelled backwards? Nybor, and that’s all you’re getting now. 8. What song is playing at the moment? No song, just two electric fans whirring loudly here in the first floor, and my sister watching a playthrough of some game she’s into on YouTube. 9. Do you clench your teeth when you're angry? Ugh no. I hate the feeling/texture/sound of grinding my teeth. I find it a little disturbing and I wince when I hear someone doing it in their sleep :/ 10. Have you ever been to a movie that sold out? Yeah, Killing of A Sacred Deer was surprisingly sold out when we watched it. Then again we were in the part of the city where people are more likely to watch films like that, so maybe it’s not that surprising after all. Other movies I remember being sold out was the entire Twilight Saga HAHAHA. I went to 4/5 midnight screenings and the cinema was packed every time.
11. Have you ever been to a midnight movie? ^ Just mentioned it. 12. It's 2010; are you gonna say oh-ten, twenty ten, or two thousand ten? I always say twenty-ten. 13. How many of your classes change next quarter? Next semester? I graduate next semester...hopefully. This virus is really ruining my life plans for 2020, especially as a graduating student who was expecting to graduate by June and get a job by like, September. 14. Do you believe in the paranormal? Only ghosts. 15. How old are the shoes you're wearing? I’m barefoot at the moment. I haven’t been outside in a WHILE, so I haven’t had to wear shoes in a while as well. 16. What's your state's weather usually like this time of year? The Philippines is a relatively tiny country so our weather from the northernmost to southernmost tips are uniform. That being said, March to June is our summer season so the *country’s weather is very humid and excruciatingly hot for now. Temperature usually plays around 34-37C, but the heat index can reach 42C. 17. Do you get those leg cramps in the middle of the night? I used to get them quite often as a kid - it would wake me up at 4 AM and I’d usually be crying by the end; I couldn’t scream because I never wanted to wake everyone up, so I’d just cry until it was over. 18. What movie last made you too scared to go to sleep? Midsommar didn’t make me too scared to sleep, but for a short time it made me terrified of flowers and the color white. 19. Do you have a Twitter account? Sure. 20. Did Obama deserve the Nobel Peace Prize he was awarded? Oh he won it? That’s pretty cool. I dunno enough about his presidency other than he seems to be ~hipper than all the other US presidents and is generally more well-loved, but I don’t want to make a stand so hastily. 21. Is your cell phone a qwerty (full keyboard) or no? Yeah, touchscreen qwerty. 22. What was the last website you logged onto (besides the one you're on)? WWE Network!!! Just today they announced that they were gonna give free access to the Network, which means thousands of hours’ worth of pay-per-views, shows, and documentaries. I made a WWE account just for it and I’ve already downed two documentaries this morning. 23. What's your home page? It’s a Google Chrome extension called Momentum. I’m too lazy to describe the features so I’ll just show you what it looks like when I open Chrome/a new tab.
24. Put a line from the song you're listening to right now: I’m not listening to a song rn but I do have everything i wanted by Billie Eilish stuck in my head for a few minutes now. A lyric goes: I had a dream / I got everything I wanted / Not what you’d think / And if I’m being honest, it might’ve been a nightmare / To anyone who might care.
25. Music artists you listen to: Are they a little or a lot older than you? They’re typically close to my age, like maybe 4-10 years older than me. The oldest artist I listen to is probably Beyoncé? 26. What always has to be in the refrigerator? For us, eggs. 27. What was your favorite movie of 2009? The Proposal. 28. What do you want for Christmas? That’s sort of a long way from now, dude. By that time I’d have grown a bit and will probably ask for a vacuum cleaner lmaaaaao. 29. If you could go to three places in the world right now: UPTC, Feliz, and a Starbucks. I just want to be out of my actual village – I don’t even want to go anywhere far after this. 30. How many days until your birthday? I was too lazy to do math but Google says it’s 28 days away. 31. Who are you crushing on right now? (Famous or not, it's your call.) Gabie, Kristen Stewart, and Lee Joo Youngggggg. 32. Do you squish bugs or put them in a glass and let them outside? I squish them especially if they’re being annoying, soz. 33. Do you have split ends? I recently got my hair done, so no.
34. Isn't it ridiculous that movie theaters sell hot dogs and nachos? It is pretty stupid considering they’re messy food and you’ll have to eat them in a really dark room. Where I’m from they allow any kind of food in the theatres, so we aren’t restricted to hotdogs and nachos. My go-to food is Potato Corner french fries, since they’re easy to pick up and would never have a strong smell, or make a noise or a mess. 35. What school subject do you absolutely fail at? I don’t think I ever got past an 85 in chemistry in high school. 36. When you're on a laptop, do you hook up a mouse or use the touchpad? I have a touchpad. I’ve never owned a mouse. 37. When's the next day(s) off you'll get at school? Literally right now until April 14th. It’s a lockdown, dude. 38. If you're learning a language, what year are you in? I’m not. My curriculum doesn’t require me to take language electives. I did take Spanish and Korean in Duolingo in the past out of boredom/curiosity, though. I lasted a few levels into Spanish because of its similarities with Filipino, but they have like a million verb tenses and that’s when it got too much for me. Korean was pretty difficult right from the start. 39. Do you think you're done growing or will you grow a couple more inches? Nah, this is it I think. 40. What's your mom's mom's name? Agnes. 41. Do you replace "and" with an ampersand (&)? No, it looks so informal to me. 42. What do you usually get at school for lunch? I don’t have a usual lunch; it depends on what we have at home, because I typically just bring food from home to school. 43. Have you ever encountered a creepy neighbor? I don’t think so. If I did, my brain probably blocked the memory already. 44. How many texts can your phone's inbox hold before it's too full? As far as I know it doesn’t have a limit and just depends on my phone’s overall capacity.   45. Do you like the foam soap or the liquidy soap? I use a liquidy one, so I’ll go with that. 46. Do you like the automatic sinks or the ones with hot and cold handles? Lmao, first of all our country’s not even rich enough for this question. We just have a basic sink. We get whatever temperature is available and we need to turn a knob to have the water running. 47. What day did/does your birthday fall on this year? It’ll fall on a Tuesday, which suckssss because it’s a weekday and I have weekly Tuesday meetings for this semester. It’s also the first week out of the coronavirus lockdown, and I doubt people will even be paying attention to birthdays by then. 48. Do you tend to lean towards bright colors or more subtle colors? Subtle ones. 49. Do you use British spelling even though you're not British? No. 50. Name the farthest/weirdest/most unique place you've ever been: Farthest: Bali, Indonesia Weirdest: There was this park in Palawan that just didn’t fit with the city’s atmosphere at all lmao. Let me look it up... Baker’s Hill. It had tons of vibrantly-colored figurines, decorations peppered with cheesy pick-up lines, and Valentine’s decor (hearts, streamers, etc) spread all over the place. I couldn’t understand what it was supposed to be and it was a surreal experience overall lol. Most unique: Sagada. It didn’t feel like I was in the Philippines for the 3 days I was there.
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diegoh4rgreeves · 5 years
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#SelfiesForCastaneda
Story Summary:  You’ve just finished watching The Umbrella Academy on Netflix. You follow the main cast on Twitter and get a Retweet from David Castaneda on your selfie! This prompts a conversation with you two. You hit it off and set a date.
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 2,420
Pairing: David Castaneda x Reader
Warnings: Anxious thoughts
It’s a rainy Friday night. Normally you’d go out with friends or go out to downtown Toronto. Because it was raining and you were exhausted from work though, you decided to veg out and finish watching the Netflix series, The Umbrella Academy. You were comfortable in your warm home, laid down on your plushy couch, with a fuzzy blanket covering you, and you were in your sweatpants and loose white t-shirt.
You forgot about this comfort once you were so stunned by the series finale of The Umbrella Academy. You could not wait for season 2. You also got attached to the characters and you loved Ellen Page and Robert Sheehan more than you already did before; back when you saw the movie Juno, and back when you watched the show Misfits. You thought Emmy Raver-Lampman was so pretty and seemingly sweet in real life. Your bisexual ass could not get over this. You hit the Follow button in Twitter for Ellen, Robert, and Emmy. The character Luther was your least favourite one, though you thought to get to know the actor for him, Tom Hopper, from interviews, and to Follow him on Twitter too. Justin H. Min was so handsome and so vulnerable as Ben. Aidan Gallagher was just a kid and did an amazing job playing an old man trapped in the body of a 12 year old. And last but not least, there was David Castaneda. He is the most handsome one to you. As Diego, he was so resentful. It didn’t make sense to you because all the siblings went through childhood trauma, from the same man who adopted them all. He was also spiteful towards a former lover, Detective Patch (who your gay ass also found attractive. That’s a story for another time). Still, there was something about Diego, or David, that made you feel good things.
You smile as you hit the Follow button on David. You have followed all the main cast of The Umbrella Academy, along with Mary J. Blige, who is just an icon. You also followed Gerard Way, who created the show and was the singer of the brilliant band My Chemical Romance.
You spend the rest of your evening lurking everyone you just followed. It feels good to be in love with something again.
As you lurk David and his Likes, you see a bunch of fan’s selfies he liked. Every selfie has the hashtag #SelfiesForCasataneda You’re intrigued by this. You wonder if he started this hashtag, or if some fans did. You are also pleased that he interacts with fans. He’s still at the level of fame where he can see fans in his notifications over being blinded by the plenty of Likes, Retweets, and Replies he gets.
This motivates you to get off the couch and to take a shower. As you take a shower, you think of an outfit idea for this selfie you’re thinking of posting. You’ll wear all black; the tight black turtleneck you bought a while ago and have worn plenty of times already, the baggy black jacket you’ve copped from your older sister, and black jeans. It was a Diego-esque outfit. You didn’t have to cosplay. You just always dress like this anyway, and you were the most confident in it.
After your shower, you slip into the outfit, put on some concealer, black winged eyeliner, and red lipstick. You snap some shots from the camera on your phone. You try out a bunch of angles. You scoff at some selfies and think there’s no way he’ll Like any of these. Well, he could, since he seemed like a support Liker to fans. You still wanted to dress to impress if he was going to actually see this selfie!
You beam up once you get another idea. You run to your kitchen to pick up 2 kitchen knives. You are aware of how funny this could look. You like to think that you’re a creative person, or so you decide to go the positive route of thinking.
You get the knives and put a self timer on from the camera of your phone. You criss-cross your arms, with a knife in each hand, and take the shot. Your phone took 3 shots, so there’s a chance of a good one. There is a good one indeed. Your face was lighted perfectly in this certain one. There was a glow. Your hair looked great too. You love the shape of your body as well.
You post the photo, and put in the hash tag, #SelfiesForCastaneda You press ‘Tweet’. At this point, you don’t care if no one would Like the selfie. You are just feelin’ your look!
Fortunately, you do get some Likes; a few were David Castaneda fan accounts, one from a supportive mutual, and a few others were from other fans of The Umbrella Academy. You Like everyone else’s most recent tweets and selfies back.
Then there is a Retweet. You beam up and think maybe it’s from one of the Likers. You view the Retweet and it’s from… @DavidCastanedaJ You think it’s another fan account, until you remember following this account earlier, and you notice the blue checkmark next to the username, which indicates that this is an official and verified celebrity account. Your heart is racing. What the fuck! you think. You check his account and think that maybe his support Liking evolved to support Retweeting. There is no other Retweet with the hashtag #SelfiesForCastaneda on his account though.
You leave your phone alone for 2 hours after your tweet gets more Likes and Retweets from other David fans. You even notice some haters in the thread. Luckily there are only a few haters. Everyone else says that your photo is bad-ass.
You’re not usually one for bragging. This is a very cool moment though, so you retweet David’s Retweet of your selfie, and you caption it with, 'Uhmmm… did David Castaneda just retweet my selfie!? Diego frickn Hargreeves!?“
You look at the time on your phone. It’s 1:30am! You’re usually a night owl. Somehow though, you were tired. You did sleep very little before you went to work, and you commuted in the rain. Being cozy and watching Netflix had to contribute to that tiredness as well. So, you snuggle up in your warm bed, which also has a fuzzy blanket, and sleep.
10:43am. You wake up naturally and pick up your phone which was laid on top of some pile of clothes you left on your floor beside your bed. You check your Instagram, Facebook, and Tumblr. Finally, you check your Twitter to check on the selfie. You also see an Inbox notification. You wonder who that could be from. People don’t normally message you on Twitter. You open the inbox and in the preview, it’s @DavidCastanedaJ ! You can’t believe it. What could he possibly have to say to you? Your heart is racing.
What if he says that the retweet was an accident? Would he have had to message you that though? He could have deleted the Retweet if it was an accident. You would have understood that he didn’t mean to Retweet one fan’s selfie randomly.
You take a deep breath before opening the message to quit your overthinking and your doubts.
@DavidCastanedaJ: It’s a good selfie. I had to retweet it.
After lurking his Twitter last night, you notice that he’s got a dry and sarcastic tone. You’re unsure of what to respond to him with, or if you should even respond. Well, of course you should respond. He felt compelled to say something to you personally instead of being funny and fishing for Likes. Well, that’s speaking for if he’s not being sarcastic.
You tap your chin and wonder if you should screenshot this to your close friends, especially your sister who got you to watch the show and dealt with you ogling over him. You shake your head out of this and think that it’s best to reply to him ASAP. He sent his text around 6am. You’re not sure why he sent it that early. He’s in Toronto, a city not too far from yours. He’s not shooting a show, as far as you knew. There isn’t even an announcement of a season 2 for The Umbrella Academy yet.
You quit your overthinking again, and decide to reply with this:
[@YourUsername]: A good selfie how? Like, in what sense?
You take another deep breath and chuck your phone on the spot next to you on your bed. You get up from the bed and decide to leave your phone alone and try to think of something productive to do on your day off. Before you can do that, your phone buzzes. You beam up, and rush back over to your bed, which you sit on your knees for.
Twitter Notification: Preview of @DavidCastanedaJ Inbox message
@DavidCastanedaJ: Idk
@DavidCastanedaJ: I like your Diego get-up, and you’re aesthically pleasing
Your heart is skipping beats. What does he mean by aesthetically pleasing!? Is he implying that you’re attractive? Are you even his type in looks? Do you resemble Detective Patch? Are actors attracted to the type of people who play their love interests? Well it was the only reference you have for this emerging and handsome actor.
You’re in your 20s, and he’s 29. You still have a baby face and wonder if he thinks you look younger than you actually are. Why would he retweet your selfie though?
[@YourUsername]: Aesthetically pleasing? This face?
You hold your phone and stare at the thread. Maybe he’s online if he replied to your last text just seconds after it. Much to your surprise, there’s a blue checkmark which indicates that he read it. Maybe he’s just thinking of what to say. Or maybe you’re a suggestive creep! Wait, how could you be if he was the one who retweeted your selfie!? God, you really had to quit that. Stop letting it get to your head!
The thread shows a new bubble, from him.
@DavidCastanedaJ: Haha
@DavidCastanedaJ: Yes, this face
@DavidCastanedaJ: It’s a great face. What’s your secret?
You are now blushing and still manage to type.
[@YourUsername]: I did sleep 9 hours last night. You know what they say about 9 hours of sleep.
@DavidCastanedaJ: Yeah, that’s lucky
You are easing into this now, though you are also wondering if you should be careful, or if you’re just dreaming and didn’t actually wake up earlier than you usually do.
[@YourUsername]: I’m guessing you don’t have that luxury?
@DavidCastanedaJ: Well, maybe now I can sleep that much
@DavidCastanedaJ: Back when we were shooting the Umbrella Academy though, I was a mess!
[@YourUsername]: You seem so healthy
[@YourUsername]: At least with that body, you do…
David seems to like that response. You spend Saturday afternoon texting each other, and it’s still surreal to you that this is happening, much less how you two seem so connected.
A few hours later.
@DavidCastanedaJ: So, you said you’re in Toronto, right?
[@YourUsername]: Well, I’m in a city *near* Toronto, about a half hour away
@DavidCastanedaJ: Oh I see
[@YourUsername]: I’m there often anyway. I mostly go see local bands, and take their photos
@DavidCastanedaJ: Right. I remember you saying that earlier
You’re unsure of how this conversation could last at this point. You take a chance with a one-word response anyway.
[@YourUsername]: Yep!
@DavidCastanedaJ: How would you feel about coming to Toronto tonight? I thought maybe we could have dinner, and I could show you real Diego Hargreeves gear…
Your heart is racing again! In fact, you think that you’re going to shit your pants. You decide to have some banter with him to cover up your fangirling.
[@YourUsername]: "Real Diego Hargreeves gear.”
[@YourUsername]: Is that a sexual innuendo?
@DavidCastanedaJ: It is if you want it to be ;)
[@YourUsername]: Omg
@DavidCastanedaJ: I realize that did sound pretty sketchy, so sorry about that
[@YourUsername]: No, it’s totally fine! I was just teasing :)
[@YourUsername]: I would love to come to downtown tonight! When are you free?
@DavidCastanedaJ: Well, seeing as I’ve been texting a very beautiful girl all afternoon, I’d say my schedule is pretty flexible
[@YourUsername]: Really? Are you sure that Gerard Way isn’t barking at you to get back on set for season 2 as we speak?
@DavidCastanedaJ: Ahahah yeah totally
@DavidCastanedaJ: I’d tell him to wait though. I should get to spend my free time with someone cool first
From there, you hash out the details for the plans; what time, and where to meet. You both also decide to get a drink at Brooklynn Bar. You’re not much of a drinker, though for a celebrity like him you made an exception.
You decide to wear “the Diego get-up”, this time you style your hair, wear darker red lipstick, the same black eyeliner, and you sling a small black cross-body bag over your shoulder.
David texts you with his name. Then he tells you to keep him posted on your whereabouts. You make your way to downtown and your meeting spot with him. You eye the area and look for him. You turn to some side, and you see him walking over. Your heart is skipping beats again, and you gasp.
He looks so handsome with his tan peacoat, black jeans, his gelled black hair, and beard and mustache.
He smiles knowingly and walks over to you. He gives you a hug.
You cannot believe that it is actually him. You realise in this moment that you could have been catfished. You weakly hug him back in your disbelief over this moment.
He pulls you in closer and you hug back tighter.
“Oh my God!” you exclaim.
He pulls out the hug and he looks over at you with a toothy smile on his face. “What?”
“It’s you. It’s really you! God, this is so embarrassing. I think that I’m actually starstruck.”
He chuckles. “This is gonna sound weird, but I thought I was being catfished.”
You give him a puzzled look, although you are so flattered. “I thought that I was an annoying type of fan you’re annoyed of attracting!”
“What!?” he laughs. “Okay, we haven’t even had a drink yet and we’re already confusing each other.”
You let out a laugh.
He gestures an arm to the entry door. “Shall we go in?”
“Yeah sure!”
He signals for you to walk in first, and so your date begins. Things can only get better from here.
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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years
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10 Dates | The Moving In Date
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Summary: Kim Junmyeon was the epitome of a perfect catch - he was successful, handsome and everything you currently didn’t want in a man. Yet after agreeing to his request to give him 10 dates in total to change your mind, you realised you might have been looking for someone like him all along.
Pairing: Kim Junmyeon x reader
Genre: dating au / romance
Warnings: none
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You had stopped counting dates with Junmyeon from that moment out. You had already decided in Italy you didn’t need any more to know you wanted to be with him and after your confrontation over the confessions that had surmounted in the foreign country; you were both at ease with one another.
You found that Junmyeon, whilst honest with his thoughts and desires, would still hold back a little at times, worried he was travelling faster down this road together with you.
You didn’t mind the catching up part though. Junmyeon equally had more to learn about you than the girl he had crushed over as a teen. You surprised him often and he kept you on your toes too. It was a good balance of romance and realism and after six months of being together, you woke up in the middle of the night and you just knew.
You would love Junmyeon for the rest of your life.
It was a surreal moment to bask in. The immediate joy that overwhelmed you from such clarity was soon hijacked with a rush of need. You wanted him to know how you felt, you craved to see his reaction and the concept of waiting until the sun rose in the morning seemed unfathomable. You would be worked up until you spoke everything to him, and given it was just a little after two in the morning, you didn’t know how you could even sit still for the next thirty minutes, let alone hours until it was acceptable to go out.
Blinking slowly, you realised that you only had one option and after flinging the blankets back, you got up and put on the clothes closest to you, collecting your bag from your desk and then pulled out your phone. You would simply call for an Uber and go to him.
That would ease your mind and give warmth back to your bones. The mere thought of waking up without being beside him had made you shiver once you had considered all that you had.
Making your way out into the lobby of your apartment complex, you went to order your ride, only to falter when you saw the familiar car outside. Your phone fell away from your view and you vaguely threw it in your purse before heading to the exit, your movements soon rushed. It was a sense of deja vu from your date months ago when you first went to his house, though you had been expecting Junmyeon then.
Just what was he doing outside your apartment right now?
Spotting your approach, Junmyeon jumped out of his car, his eyes round with surprise. “What are you… where were you going?”
“To you,” you announced from within his chest that you had collided with, laughing a little giddily as you breathed him in. You felt grounded, at home once more. “What are you doing here?”
“I missed you and couldn’t sleep. Sometimes I just end up driving and sitting here for a bit. It makes me feel closer to you,” he confessed and you pulled back to see the bashful smile he gave you.
Stretching up to peck his lips, you smiled back. “I love you, Kim Junmyeon.”
You expected him to freeze up like he had since the first confession. To rein in his sudden joy so it didn’t burst out prematurely. There had been a couple of times where you had gotten close to uttering those words to him recently, but it never came as easily as it did now. You continued with the comparison of how effortlessly they fell out in Italy, how warm you felt all over from expressing them. You knew this moment trumped the first. You weren’t falling anymore. He had caught you and your heart and now you were certain.
Much like the way you had jolted away with the sudden clarity of your own heart, you were amazed by how readily Junmyeon accepted it.
“God, I love you so much too,” he murmured, kissing you again. You melded into one, your bodies pressed together as much as your lips were.
And then you realised how little you had put on to come out in. Or, Junmyeon did. He looked at your mismatched outfit and chuckled. “You were in a rush?”
“To tell you I loved you. Do you accept me even when I look like a right state?” you teased and Junmyeon grinned, kissing your temples gently.
“Baby, you know I accept everything about you. Except you freezing in this night air. Come on, I’ll take you back to mine.”
Once in his car, you glanced back and forth at the man beside you, trying to wrestle with the second notion in your chest right now. Sure, confessing that you loved him had come easy, but it wasn’t just that which had overwhelmed you. Knowing that you loved Junmyeon as much as you did, you no longer wanted what you had currently. Especially after finding him outside your apartment, and discovering this wasn’t the first time either.
“Junmyeon,” you started and he took his eyes off the road momentarily to look at you curiously.
“What, my love?”
You tried to contain your swooning ways and press onwards, but he lifted his hand away from the steering wheel to grab your own, drawing it up to his lips and brushed them lightly over your knuckles. You squirmed in your seat. “You��re distracting me from my serious question.”
“Distracting you how? You’re the one who told me in the middle of the night you’re in love with me. It’s amazing I’m still functioning right now.”
You whined outlandishly which made him chuckle. But he dropped your hand and nodded for you to continue.
“Let’s change things.”
“Didn’t we just do that with our love confessions?”
“Yes but I mean, further.”
“How?”
You took in a deep breath before saying, “Let’s move in together.”
“R-really?” he asked, darting his focus between you and the road. You noticed he gripped the steering wheel tightly and was struggling to hold back his smile. Swallowing visibly, he then nodded. “Let’s talk about this when I’m not driving.”
It was a supercharged ten minutes until Junmyeon turned off the ignition to his car, shooting you a brief look as he unbuckled his seatbelt. Strangely, he didn’t say a word and got out to head inside, so you followed him across the garage to the internal access door. And once you were inside, Junmyeon spun around and entrapped you against it, kissing you with demand.
Your mind swirled with immediate desire and confusion. As his passion erupted, you were carried along with the building emotion, as well as physically, to his bedroom. And once he had you down on his bed, your lips pulled away from his.
“Is this how you plan to talk about my suggestion?”
He heaved in a steadying breath, shaking his head as he tugged his jumper over his head. “This is my delayed reaction to your confession.”
“Oh, delayed is it?” you murmured, your hands now working on ridding yourself of your clothes. You hadn’t even put on a bra beneath your hoodie and Junmyeon cursed lowly when he discovered this.
“More like, it took a lot of effort to maintain myself until now.”
“We’ll talk later?”
“The answer is yes, but you already know that,” he spoke into the skin just below your ear, causing you to shudder. “It’s always yes when it comes to you.”
“Perhaps we can talk in the morning about my suggestion. Right now, I’m certain we have another type of communication that needs attention.”
Junmyeon smirked and lowered his lips to yours. It wasn’t long until your soul was singing out endless love confessions for him.
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“I have to admit this happened a lot later than I expected,” Ayla announced after you returned to the apartment with an arm full of boxes.
Kelsi nodded. “I expected this weeks ago.”
“You’re both okay with me moving out?” you asked and your best friends nodded immediately.
“Please, it’s hardly moving out when you already spend more time there than here.”
“Every weekend you’re gone. And there was that week recently where you seemed to just disappear.”
“Hey!” you exclaimed with a playful push in Kelsi’s direction. “Junmyeon was sick and needed me to nurse him back to health!”
“God only knows how he coped when unwell for all those years without you, Y/N,” Ayla teased and you rolled your eyes.
“I’m sorry it leaves you both in the lurch as I haven’t exactly found a roommate to replace me. But don’t worry I’ll pay my share of the rent until you find someone.”
“That’s all you’re concerned about?” Kelsi wondered with a heavy sigh. “You can repay me by setting me up a date with one of Junmyeon’s friends. Surely since he’s such a prince, he’d have equally amazing people in his world.”
“I wouldn’t really know,” you said and Ayla snorted.
“Y/N’s too blinded by her own happily ever after that she can’t stop to help you with yours, Kels.”
“That’s not entirely true!” you bit back and then laughed sheepishly. “But I do only have eyes for Junmyeon so I can’t really say I’ve paid that much attention to how handsome his friends are or not.”
“When do you move in with your Prince Charming then?”
“He’s coming around tomorrow to help me with the boxes and then any furniture I need on the weekend.”
“Can’t bear to be away from him any longer?”
You proudly admitted to it. “It’s time for us to do this.”
“Soon there will be wedding bells,” Ayla mentioned and you smiled giddily. “Really?! You’re already thinking like that?”
“Maybe children in the next five years would be nice too,” you uttered and both women gasped.
“She’s truly in love with him.”
“I said it from the start, how could she not fall in love with Kim Junmyeon. Just remember I am the reason you found him! If it wasn’t for me, that date wouldn’t have happened!”
Shifting closer to your best friend, you kissed her on the cheek, making her giggle despite trying to push you off as you hugged her. “You are the fairy godmother in my story, Kelsi.”
“Y/N’s beyond salvation now,” Ayla commented and then grinned. “I’m happy for you, babe.”
“Me too! You finally found the right guy who you had dreamed of all along.”
You nodded as you pulled both of them for another hug. You had dreamed of this ever since you were younger. You had kissed a lot of frogs until you found Junmyeon too. But more importantly, you had found yourself at his side. You were no longer running from love or making it something that was expressed in the fairytales. Love took a whole lot more than just being attracted to someone. It meant accepting all of them and journeying with them before you could tell what your heart really felt.
Italy had been the dream and once you had woken up from it, well, it had definitely got you to this point now.
You couldn’t wait to move in with Junmyeon and see what was next for you both.
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