#and i had the speak now cd when i was younger!! so!!

[lfcrobbo]

tagged by @bsaka7 topost 4 albums i've been listening to lately!! i have a love/hate relationship with being tagged in things like this... you mean i get to talk about myself but also i have to expose my music taste???? hm. anyway i debated not including one of these albums bc i was a bit embarrassed but then i was like u know what. who cares!!

so much (for) stardust by fall out boy

the show by niall horan

broken by desire to be heavenly sent by lewis capaldi

speak now (taylor's version) by taylor swift

i tag @lemonsgovroom @monmouthcastle @kritischetheologie and @quinnfabreys (and anyone else who wants to do it!!)

#listen im not a full swiftie but i have been known to enjoy a bop or two by miss swift... #and i had the speak now cd when i was younger!! so!! #anyway im sure you could make an argument abt all of these being a bit embarrassing. but u should all listen to so much (for) stardust #marth.txt #tag game #i doooo love an album

[multifictionhell]

Let it Snow

A. Anderson

Warnings: Swearing obviously, reader and Mel run into some infected, but it’s nothing they can’t handle, fluffy ending, just pure Christmas fluff

Written by Chase

Christmas was usually the only holiday anyone liked at the WLF compound, and Halloween, mainly because Owen would scavenge for shitty costumes he found in abandoned shops to try and scare you and Abby with. Christmas, however, was most precious to Abigail Anderson, wanting to spend it with people she loved the most. Snow had to be in her top 3 favourite things about the beloved holiday, and you tried your best to take advantage of that.

On your last patrol with Owen and Mel, you asked them to help you scour a nearby music store for some Christmas records or tapes, wanting to find one with a specific song you knew she loved, ‘Let it Snow’. She talked about how her dad would sing it during Christmas time when she was younger. She may have outgrown the cheesy singing from her dad, but she definitely didn’t outgrow her love for the holiday and the music to go with it, and you had made it your mission to find something that had that song on it.

Mel was more than happy to help, she knew how much Abby meant to you; Owen, however, didn’t care much to help, and just kept watch at the outpost you three had been stationed at, because someone did have to patrol while you two went off on your own.

“Hey, this is a Christmas one!” Mel said gleefully, causing you to look over at the record she flashed toward you.

You scanned the songs on it and sighed in annoyance, not over Mel, but over the lack of such a classic holiday song not being on any of the records you found so far, “No ‘Let it Snow’, this is frustrating, ugh, I just wanna make her happy, ya know?”

Mel nodded with understanding, she knew how it felt to want to make someone you loved happy with something so little, so mundane, and possibly fail to do so. “We can check over there,” she pointed to the building next door, which contained more music, a spot neither of you had checked out before.

“There might be infected, we haven’t cleared that area yet,” you said, then thought to yourself before speaking once more, “but I won’t give up! Hopefully it’s something we can handle, I mean, we’ve made it this far.”

And so you two had set off to make your way to the other side of the building without telling Owen, knowing you guys would make it in and out without a hassle, probably. The two of you were known to go off on your own adventures sometimes and pull them off without a hitch.

Once you both made it to the entrance for the building, you realised you had to climb over in through the window above. Boosting Mel up first so she could open the door, she shushed you immediately, “Fuck, Clickers. As quiet as a mouse.” she looked at you and you nodded in response. There were only about three of them in the room, so you and Mel snuck up behind the two closest ones and shived them, then made your way to kill the last one.

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” you said, wiping your hands together.

“The fuck does that mean?” Mel asked while laughing.

You shrugged and said, “I don’t know, it’s something I heard one of the older people in our camp say, it’s a saying from the old world I assume. Weird as shit, but I thought this was a chance to use it.” you and Mel laughed together before setting out to find more records in the store.

“Oh shit!” you exclaimed gleefully, “I fucking found it! It’s in CD form though. Do we have those back at base?” you asked, and Mel nodded, smiling, “Fuck yeah, she’s gonna fucking love this!” you couldn’t contain your excitement, alerting a runner to come straight at you, tackling you to the ground. Trying to wrestle it off of you, Mel instead whipped out her gun and shot it, “Smart move,” you said sarcastically, as you pushed the now dead infected off.

“What? There aren’t anymore around, clearly, I think we’re good. Let’s finish our patrol and get back to base.”

Once the three of you finished clearing out the areas necessary, Owen saw what you held in your hand and gave a small laugh, “Wow, you actually fucking did it,” not believing that you’d be able to find what you were looking for.

You waved it tauntingly in front of his face. “Well duh, I’m clearly a better partner than you ever were,” he clutched his chest, pretending to be heartbroken over it, causing all 3 of you to laugh. He and Mel were a better pairing, as he and Abby fizzled out quickly, and she had most definitely moved on the second she met you.

Back at the stadium, Abby was in her room waiting for you to come back safe and sound. Her door swung open, revealing you covered in snow, causing her to jump up and attack you with a hug, “Thank fucking god!” she said, happy to see you alive.

“You say that everytime I go out for patrol,” you said, rolling your eyes once you pried her off, laughing slightly.

“And I fucking mean it,” just then, she spotted the CD in your hand, ready to grab at it, but you held it behind your back before she could, “Come on, what is it?” she pleaded with curiosity.

“Just get out the CD player,” you lovingly ordered while shedding your heavy coat and snow pants, revealing a cosy sweater and leggings underneath. “Switch it to track 3” you said as you handed the CD over to her.

She obeyed and walked over to you, speaking up the second she heard what song it was, “Oh you didn’t,” her eyes widened as you grabbed her by the hand, “you fucking did?” she asked, clearly knowing the answer.

“Yes, I fucking did,” emphasising the swear word to mock her constant use of it, “Mel and I found a music shop, and I got to thinking, what if I found your favourite Christmas song? We went through a bit for it, I almost died ya know,” you joked, causing her to playfully punch your arm.

You held her hand in yours as the other snaked around her waist, causing her to lean into your touch. She was the happiest she had ever been, that damn smile on her face making your heart jump; you would do anything to see your girlfriend smile, to make her happy.

You spun her around and pulled her toward you, faces closer than ever, whispering, “Merry Christmas Abby,”

Her breath in your face was warm, a lovely contrast to the cold you felt only some time ago “Merry Christmas, Mi amor” she whispered back, clearly picking some Spanish up from Manny.

You looked into each other's eyes lovingly, sealing your first dance with a soft and tender kiss, never wanting the moment to end, and it seemed as if it never would, thank god for the replay button.

#abby anderson #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #the last of us fanfiction #abby anderson fanfic #abby tlou #tlou abby #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abigail anderson #the last of us #the last of us 2 #the last of us part two #abby anderson fluff #the last of us two #the last of us part 2

[luna06newman]

Sherlock bbc headcanon

(Set a couple months after The Final Problem)

It was an unspoken agreement between Sherlock and Mycroft, that despite all of their childish feuds, they cared about each other. No one needed to know that, though.

One day, when he was 16, Mycroft brought Sherlock into his room and said they needed one day a year to meet up and exchange information about their lives. Of course, they had the habit to spy on each other, and could deduce almost everything, but this would be a day to be honest and say out loud things they both already secretly knew.

The day would be December 1, which was a strategic date to allow a reasonable wrap up of the year, but not too close to holidays, so in case people found out about it (no one ever did), they wouldn't think it was some sort of brotherly compassion brought up by that the despisable "holiday spirit".

And so, every year, Sherlock and Mycroft met in the agreed place. Even when Sherlock was "dead" in Eastern Europe, they still had their meeting. This year, however, they decided to go for a classic at Mycroft's house. But Sherlock didn't show up.

This couldn't be good. None of them had ever missed it, no matter what.

When two hours had gone by since the agreed time without a sign of Sherlock, Mycroft knew what he had to do. Sherlock wouldn't be at Baker Street, obviously, nor in any of his classic hiding spots, because he knew Mycroft knew all of them, so it would be useless trying to hide from his brother in any of them. He would be in the only place no one knew about. Well, at least that's what he thought.

So when, that night, Mycroft showed up at the short and dark path through the graveyard where his brother had been "buried" so many years ago, where the detective went to think when he couldn't find peace anywhere else, Sherlock was absolutely furious.

Mycroft slowly approached the path surrounded by trees. For a moment, he simply observed Sherlock from afar. In his usual clothes, the younger brother paced the ground, hands behind his back, speaking to himself. That was certainly odd. If Sherlock was there, it could only mean he had something rather important to think about, so why wasn't he doing it in his mind palace? This could only mean there was something blocking his thoughts, some thing he couldn't get out of the way. That theory certainly matched his annoyed body language.

But Sherlock carried on walking round and round like a broken CD, repeating the same thing over and over, until Mycroft had had enough. He silently left his spot behind a tree and walked into Sherlock's visual field. "Good evening, brother, mine."

Sherlock froze, stopped staring at the floor to face the red haired man, and his face immediately contorted into a half annoyed half mortified expression. "Fuck you, Mycroft" he blurted out.

The older brother chuckled and rested his weight on his ever present black umbrella. "What is it that annoys your mind so clearly much?" A theory had started to grow and his mind. "Would you be so kind to tell me or am I to be forced to deduce it?"

Sherlock hadn't stopped walking round; the only difference was the cigarette he now flipped between his fingers after picking it from his coat's pocket - apparently the first one to be considered, since there was no sign of used ones or ashes around. Still, Mycroft hoped his brother wouldn't actually smoke it.

"Are you here for your annual meeting? I didn't go to your house, I obviously don't wanna have this conversation. How the hell did you even know I was here?"

"I am smarter than you, Sherlock, remember that. Now, answer my question."

"Fuck off." He made a dismissive gesture.

"We have an agreement, you know." Mycroft stepped closer, slightly irritated but trying to stay calm. "One you are not to break. Besides, this is not only a day for honesty, but for kindness as well, so, although I could rudely deduce whatever it is that bothers you, I won't. And I also won't take your offenses personally."

Mycroft breathed deeply, and Sherlock had finally stopped walking and was now staring at his brother. There was no anger in his look now, like a minute before: it was only confusion and... even fear? All the possible irritation in Mycroft's mind melted down at the sight of the pain in his brother's eyes. As much as any of them tried to keep the enemy-brothers facade (which didn't really work anymore - everyone close to them knew the truth already, but they still bothered to do it), they couldn't bear see each other suffer.

"Come here, William." Mycroft said, surprisingly, gently, and Sherlock, reluctant only on the outside, approached him for a hug.

And just like that, Mycroft-the-British-government-Holmes and the famous consultant detective Sherlock Holmes disappeared. For a moment, they were simply Myc and William, so many years before.

Still on the embrace, Mycroft gently took the cigarette from Sherlock's fingers and threw it far away. "This does not agree with you anymore."

Sherlock didn't protest. He only sighed, tired, and vulnerable.

"Affair of the heart, then?" The older man, patted Sherlock's back. Without an answer, Mycroft continued "Dr. Watson?"

Sherlock shook his head and chuckled, but not like it was funny: like he felt confused and lost. He pulled back from the hug and walked half a dozen paces away from Mycroft before squatting down and staying there. His head hanging low, he angrily ruffled his hair and yawped as loudly as he could.

"I'm a fucking ridiculous man!" he screamed, without moving. "I can't get John out of my head, and the worst part is, I don't even want to!" he got to his feet, and Mycroft painfully realized tears streaming down his brother's face. "Please, convince me again that caring is not an advantage."

The red haired smiled slightly and shook his head. "I will not do that, Sherlock. You know deep down none of us ever believed this. It was all to protect you after Redbeard."

"Then protect me again!" Sherlock begged, walking towards the older man. "These feelings are too complicated and I don't stand a chance with John. The second he realizes I care for him that way, it's gonna be heartbreak all over again! Because I know that's not reciprocate!"

"What?!" Mycroft crooked his head in this belief. "What do you mean you don't stand a chance with him? The man has loved you since you've met and he's clearly bisexual. Of course it's reciprocate!"

"He loves me as a friend." Sherlock cried. "And if I tell him I feel more I will mess everything up!"

"Sherlock, you're obviously out of your mind." He emphasized it, noticing how much the feelings were messing up Sherlock's thoughts. "John loves you just as much as you love him. The way he looks at you! Everyone notices that, and..." Mycroft hesitated. Kind words didn't come to him naturally, but he needed to make Sherlock feel better, so he focused on all the love he had for his little brother to bring the words out. "you deserve to be happy and cared for! John must be dying to tell you the very same, but fearing as well that it's not reciprocate, and you two are only wasting time you could be together! So if you don't direct your self immediately to Baker Street and tell him how do you feel, I will be forced to make sure he knows it another way."

Sherlock wiped away some tears, impressed by Mycroft's speech. He almost dared to say it was touching. "What if it fails?" He asked, pouring out the fear in his heart.

"I was there for you before, I'll be there for you again." He paused. "But it won't fail, I'm certain. And I'll be there anyway." Mycroft said, reassuringly, and Sherlock had to purse his lips into a smile. The older brother put an arm around the younger's shoulders, offering him a lift to Baker Street.

After a silent couple minutes in the backseat of the car, with an entire plan for John laid out in his head, although excited and nervous, Sherlock's mind was slightly clearer, allowing him to notice a detail in Mycroft's recent speech.

"Mycroft," he called the man sitting by his side "you said everyone notices the way John looks at me. How could you possibly know that?"

He hesitated. "I don't know it, I simply assumed it. Even ordinary people notice this sort of thing."

Sherlock squinted his eyes towards his brother. "Hmm, nope. Tell the truth."

Mycroft looked up and sighed. "Since it's still December 1, I suppose I have to." He took a deep breath and faced Sherlock again, his eyes switching between his brother and the floor. "I, too, have been struck by the affairs of my own heart." He cleared his throat. "So I have been dedicating some of… my time… and attention… to a particular person."

Sherlock was absolutely incredulous. Jaw dropped. He had a million questions and even more deductions going on, his brain working at the speed of light as if it had never been completely taken and blurred by the Watson-question. But only one thing mattered now, and he didn't even had to ask.

Mycroft rolled his eyes, knowing perfectly well the main thought on his brother's mind. "Lestrade." He answered the implicit question.

Sherlock laughed as hard as he could, and an intense red crept up Mycroft's cheeks. "Really, William?" He had just been so welcoming to his brother, comforted him so nicely, how dared him make fun of such a special thing?

But the younger man didn't answer answer with words, nor he was making fun of the red haired. It was trully comic to think of this couple: the serious and clever British government himself and the street smart outgoing DI, but he was unbelievably happy for his brother; Lestrade was a good - and apparently charming to his brother's taste - man and Mycroft was probably very much in love to be dating him, so as the detective gradually stopped laughing, he just hugged Mycroft, resting his head on his big brother's shoulder.

Mycroft accepted the gesture, understanding Sherlock didn't really mean to make fun of him - otherwise he would have made himself very clear with sharp words. He tenderly caressed the hand the dark haired had around him, and just like that, they were Myc and William again.

What do you think? Let me know!

- Luna

#sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #johnlock #john watson #sherlock x john #i am sherlocked #sherlock fandom #sherlock fanfic #mycroft holmes #mycroft bbc #benedict cumberbatch #mark gatiss #martin freeman #steven moffat

[falloutjuli]

OHHH BOYYYY OKAY. HEAR ME OUT RIGHT. HEAR ME OUT.

BUCCI GANG WITH G/N!Y/N (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC IDM <3) WHO IS AN ALIEN (Like from part 4) WHO'S LIKE PRETTY WELL ACCUSTOMED TO EARTH BUT ALSO. TENDS TO SHAPESHIFT INTO ANIMALS ACCIDENTLY WHEN THEY FEEL AN EXTREME EMOTION!!

like pissed at narancia because he broke their favourite cd? OHHHH BOY ITS A FUCKING CHIHUAHUA

Otherwise, have a lovely day and hopefully you've got some good requests to keep you busy, i know what it's like to be painstakingly bored lmao. if you don't feel like writing this one tho, that's fine :)

DRINK SOME WATER BTW. JUST. JUST A SIP. LIKE. A LITTLE SCHLURP.

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME THINK ABOUT THIS!!

And thank you so much for your kind words, always means a lot! Drinking water as I'm writing this. And now other people who read this... DRINK SOMETHING. NOW.

Anyways, i think it's on the more platonic side, but i think it can also be interpreted as romantic. Hope you enjoy my little writing!

Same content warning as before, typed on phone by an unhinged person 😎

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Bucci Gang x Alien!GN!Reader - Shapeshifting adventures

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The boys and Trish are pretty used to your sometimes weird antics but when they bit by bit discovered the shape shifting? OH BOY.

They were all used to you messing up small things that were normal to them, like teaching you idioms and stuff. But this? This is a whole new level of crazy.

First. The Narancia incident.

It's Narancia, so he pretended to know nothing about no CD. Especially not broken ones he helped pick out. No no, he knows nothing about this, never even heard of CDs.

But you know him and his bullshit so you keep nagging him about it, getting agitated by his constant lies.

And just when you wanted to full on speak your mind to him, poof. Bark.

He stares at a little Chihuahua where just Y/N stood that looked like it was ready to bite him.

Once everything in his brain clicks, he laughs his ass off. Tears in his eyes, his laughter filling all of the house, eventually drawing in Abbachio who just wants some piece and quite and now has to deal with Narancia crying/laughing on the floor and a.... Chihuahua angrily barking at him.

It took a while until Abbachio got answers out of the younger one and once everything was explained (well, everything despite what happened to the CD) he went off to get the rest of the gang, trying to contain his laughter on the way.

So everyone was informed then. Fugo and Giorno were super interested in this newfound quirk you discovered, Bruno and Trish were worried at first but once they saw that you had suffered no harm or were stuck in the form their worries subsided. Abbachio found it a little funny but was also glad you were alright.

Meanwhile to Mista and Narancia it's the funniest shit they have ever seen. They keep referencing it. "Ohhh Mista, don't steal their desert or they might turn into a puppy again!"

Those two are true idiots and once they pushed you a little too far and you accidentally turned into a grizzly bear, they finally stopped. For while.

Bruno had that worry again. He wasn't sure if you could maybe hurt yourself or them if this kept happening but you kept assuring him that's you'd never. It's just the form that changes, never the Y/N inside of the form.

Trish and Giorno are super kind to you as always and would barely ever push you into such extrem emotions to the point of accidentally shifting.

Abbachio and Bruno will always look out for you and will tell the others to stop bothering you/calm you down if they deem it necessary. They are never pushy about it, especially not Abbachio.

Fugo is... Certainly something. You're sure if he too was from your planet he'd be a walking zoo with how easily angered he is. You two spoke about that once and Fugo never felt happier to be from Earth.

While Mista and Narancia can certainly drive you up the walls, they also know when it's too much and after you turning into a bear, they decided they would stop trying to set you off on purpose. (Especially since Narancia brought up the possibility of you turning into a dinosaur. Which they deemed cool. But scary.)

This doesn't mean they will stop bickering with you over tiny things.

Mista also called you once a "Discount Giorno." Nobody found it funny and Giorno was tempted to transform his newly bought shoes with Golden Experience but decided against it.

#This was so fun to write thank you so much #my little italian mafia cuties #mista and Narancia would so get bitten by Chihuahua reader #jjba x reader #bucci gang #bucci gang x reader

[egg-emperor]

New lore was dropped by Iizuka at a fan Q+A apparently. Interestingly, it's been revealed that Eggman is below the age of 50, that he never personally knew Gerald and Maria, his father was one of Gerald's two sons and that he is younger than Maria.

I find all of this fascinating.

You scared me LMFAO my heart stopped and blood ran cold for a sec but before I could go through all the stages of grief I was like hold on lemme see that source and found that isn't the case phew. If it was final that he was so young in his 40s I'd be devastated lol. Not just because I wouldn't want to believe it but also all the evidence suggests otherwise.

They considered putting him at 60 in the Sonic CD concept art, he's referred to as old and middle-aged, uses the Washi pronoun in JP, is associated with the Respect for the Aged Day in Japan where senior citizens are apparently 65+. Most recently we have the Egg Memo where Eggman specifies that he "never really knew" Maria, so he had to exist for at least some time when she was alive to feel the need to specify that.

Also, while a bit more speculative, it'd make sense if part of the reason he was so upset about how Gerald's plan to destroy the planet would've resulted in his death too is because he existed at the time even if he was very young, and Gerald would've known he had a grandson despite not meeting him and didn't consider or care for it to stop him. And that hit hard with him being his grandfather and idol he admired so much. I feel it'd kinda water down the impact and weight of it if it was like "He didn't consider that he could've potentially killed his grandson, even though I didn't exist yet." :P

But yeah it wouldn't make sense for him to be so young in his 40s, there's way too much emphasis on him being old and that would be way too young for it. Plus with the memo being solid canon on top of all the hints, it still doesn't make sense if you disregard the rest of the logic. So I was like no this can't be!!!

Then I saw the source to see that Iizuka apparently didn't actually say Eggman "yes, Eggman is 100% under 50" and I'm so relieved lol.

I just wanna break it down so I have something to link to people if this ever comes up in the future:

It was specifically the OP saying Eggman was literally "under 50", as if it was said to be 100% certain and confirmed final fact

But when they quote Iizuka directly, it turns out he apparently said: "His age hasn't been disclosed but he's probably under 50."

I knew they weren't gonna suddenly reveal his solid age now after all his time of it being unknown in all his bios, only heavily hinted at and implied with the examples listed above. If they're finally gonna go all out and finalize a specific age, it's definitely not gonna be at a Q&A.

Iizuka still saying it "is not disclosed" and the use of "probably" doesn't count as confirmation at all. He's just basing an estimate on the logic that if he didn't know Maria and Gerald then he might not have existed at the same time as them at all but all the evidence seems to show otherwise. Either way, it still "is not disclosed." So it's all just probable estimates.

So yeah at first my heart was like *glass shatter sfx* 💔 then I read the actual thread and I was like oh wait nevermind lol ❤️‍🩹 Here's the link to it btw

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Anyway now that we've got that out of the way, let's talk about the other stuff.

It was always obvious that Eggman never knew Gerald personally. He never speaks of direct anecdotes or personal experiences. Hell, he doesn't even know about the ARK before SA2. So of course the same goes for Maria, that was clear before it was confirmed in the Egg Memo.

As for Maria being older than Eggman, I never decided on whether I thought so or not because there wasn't ever anything to actually suggest it. But sure, that can make sense. She can be older than him without it meaning that he didn't exist at any point while she was still alive.

But I'm still definitely under the impression that he did exist for at least some time when she was alive, even if he was very young. He had to be. He specifically emphasizes that he "never really knew" Maria in the Egg Memo. Why would he need to if he never even existed when she was alive? It would've been obvious.

So I feel it implies he didn't *really* know her because while he was alive at the same time even if just a little, he didn't meet her in person and only learned of her through how others talked of her.

Then him mentioning that she was "gone" immediately after is just him then jumping to the part after her death, where he started learning about her more because she became the big subject after her tragic death and then of course he became jealous.

This also adds up with Iizuka saying Eggman didn't learn all this information about Maria until after her death

Here's what I'm thinking. He existed the same time as her even if he was very young but he didn't meet her obviously because she was on the ARK all her life wondering what it was like on Earth and Eggman didn't even know about the ARK until SA2. Then she became the hot topic after her tragic death so Eggman got so somewhat "know" her through their word but still didn't "really" know her because they didn't literally meet. Makes sense!

And lastly, if it's true that he said Eggman's father is Gerald's son then I'm so happy about that, since it's always been my headcanon that he was the paternal grandfather! :D

So yeah this was really just Iizuka saying what me and others have been saying already as far as him not knowing Gerald and Maria personally. Then also him making an unconfirmed non solid estimate of his age with the "probably" but the games and Sonic Channel suggests he has to be 50 AT LEAST. Seems to be over it actually, since he had to be alive some time before the ARK raid/the same time as Maria, even if just for a little while.

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #age #my post

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - two | mahler

*One week later

You stood outside the doors of Wonderland Entertainment with your bass over your shoulder. It suddenly felt unrealistically heavy to you. That didn’t make sense, it had felt fine the whole time you were on the subway and when you walked from the station to the doors you were currently standing in front of. The building looked totally shuttered from the outside, tastefully designed to let outside light into the lobby while hindering prying eyes, considering who might be inside at any moment. You took your phone out and checked the email from the receptionist to make sure of the number you were supposed to call upon arriving. You copied it to your phone, and dialed.

“Hello?” The voice of a woman answered. “Wonderland Entertainment, this is Mina speaking.”

“Hi, I’m t/n, I have an appointment with Producers Kim and Maddox today?”

“What is this in reference to?”

“The position of studio bassist.”

“I see you right here. Are you outside the front door?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll buzz you in.”

The lock on the door buzzed, and when you pushed the handle, it released. You inhaled deeply and pushed the door open all the way.

The inside of the building was much more inviting than the outside would have you believe. It looked like most other upscale lobbies, though it did have decor related to the business it housed.

“Hi, I’m Mina.” The young woman behind the receptionist’s desk said as she waved at you from across the lobby.

 You quickly walked over to the desk. “Hi. Um, do I need to sign in or something?”

“No, you already told me who you were. Let me just call someone from security to watch the desk while I take you over, and then I can walk you to the recording room.” She smiled.

You nodded. The recording room? You thought the audition would be in an auditorium or something with the kind of starpower Wonderland had under its management. While Mina picked up her desk phone and called security, you took the opportunity to look around. As far as you knew, this was the only time you’ll ever be in this building in the whole of your life, so you might as well get an eyeful.

There was the Company Statement, which you weren’t too interested in, not when there was a wall of accolades. There were vinyls and CDs in frames on one of the walls, ones that went gold or platinum, you suspected. You couldn’t see the names on the plaques from where you were standing, but you could see some of the package designs and knew which groups and soloists they were--

“He said he’ll be over in a few minutes, you can look around if you like.”

“Oh--”

“Everyone likes to look at the gold and platinum wall.” She smiled.

“Oh, okay. Thanks.”

She smiled and nodded as you made your way over.

You could see the names as you moved closer, and they were all of Wonderland’s biggest idols: the girl groups AUrOrA and proMISS, the boy group JUPiTER; some of the most popular groups around. The soloists, Yu Satbyeol, Cho Sookjin, and Choi Jongho were also there, with all of their gold and platinum albums displayed prominently. Somewhat further away was the record of a group you recognized: Ans:wer. You remember they had torn up the music shows as monster rookies and established themselves into solid careers. To your knowledge they hadn’t broken up, though, they hadn’t done much in recent years since they had all gone to do their military service around the same time. All the pictures of them looked so much younger than they were now, fresh-faced youths instead of grown men with wives and children, accolades frozen in time.

There was another wall with photos of their biggest acting stars and many of the idols from before were repeated there in tasteful headshots. For a moment you wondered if you even had the right to stand in the same building as them. But… no one told you to dream small. You were here for a reason.

“Miss t/l/n? He’s here,” Mina said and you turned to see one of the security guards getting comfortable in her seat at the desk. “I can take you over now.”

You nodded and walked over to join her.

You followed behind her for a few moments before she addressed you. 

“So, are you excited?”

“Excited?”

“To audition for someone like producer Kim or producer Maddox?”

“Oh… well, I’d just be a studio bassist, so I can’t imagine I’d really be working with them.”

“You’d be in the same room with them.”

“Yeah, but they’re the ones writing the basslines, you know? It’s their vision. I’m just there to play,” you shrugged.

She turned to you and stopped. She pouted, bottom lip sticking out. She hugged you.

“Uh, thanks?”

“You’ll get it. I promise.”

You were slightly uncomfortable, but you could tell she meant well. You patted her back. “Umm, thank you.”

She stopped hugging you and smiled cheerily, and then turned back around to lead you to your destination.

Sure.

A few minutes later, you were at the studio door and Mina opened it for you, leading you in.

“The 2:30 audition is here.”

“Thank you, Mina,” one of the two men nodded at her. 

She nodded and went to the door. “Psst!” 

You turned to her.

He held up her fists and mouthed the word “Fighting!” with a smile before closing it.

You laughed softly and turned back to the two men, they watched Mina as she left.

“So strange…” the one who hadn’t thanked Mina said with a chuckle.

“Well, she means well.” The first man stood. “Hi, I’m Kim Hongjoong, one of the producers here at Wonderland Entertainment.” 

He held out his hand to shake yours and you did. “I’m t/l/n t/f/n. Nice to meet you.”

“This is Maddox. Also a producer,” he gestured to the other man.

Maddox stood and shook your hand. 

You did.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too.” He smiled.

“Now, t/n, you’re here for the bassist position?” Hongjoong asked.

“Yes.”

“Are you ready to play?”

You nodded. “Generally always am.”

His eyebrows ticked up as he shared a look with Maddox.

Maddox laughed him off. “Let’s get you set up.”

Maddox got you situated in the recording booth, where a camera was also trained on you.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Hongjong said through the mic. “We have a few people auditioning and we’d like to be able to review them later when we decide.”

“Not a problem,” you said as you adjusted the headphones you were wearing and tested your bass for the feedback. You adjusted a string slightly until it was back in tune.

“I hope you can sight read,” Maddox said as he turned the mic on.

“Of course.” You flipped through the sheet music. The pages that belonged to each other were numbered, but they didn’t have titles. So it was a quiz.

Sneaky.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Hongjoong said.

You nodded and arranged the sheet music on the stand so you could see it all, it could have only been part of the song. 

You played the opening notes with a pick and thought for a moment before realizing what it was: Jungle Man by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. You smiled to yourself for having guessed it so fast. Now that you knew what the song needed, you stuck the pick between your teeth and started over, pulling and slapping at the strings to make the loud, funk-bass sound.

The sheet music ran out and you played the next portion of the bass line before stopping.

“You knew the song?”

“Yep. Chili Peppers have some pretty good bass lines.”

Hongjoong and Maddox looked at each other. 

“You can start the next one when you’re ready,” Hongjoong said.

You nodded and set up the next song and clicked your tongue to the beat as you read it, it looked really familiar. You laughed to yourself and put your pick on the stand before playing with your fingers, because you knew this song too: The Last Baron by Mastodon. A song you had played a lot for practice when it first came out. You started right in with the crunchy part under the bassist’s verse before moving into the groove-metal section during the lead guitarist’s verse. The big slides made you glad you had practiced it so much, otherwise your fingers wouldn’t be fast enough to keep up.

You stopped playing and looked at the two of them.

You could see Maddox laughing. “Did you know that one too?”

“I used to use it to practice groove-metal basslines. Haven’t listened to it in a while though.”

Maddox nodded and turned away, his shaking back told you he was still laughing. Hongjoong looked… not annoyed; worried? Like he was thinking at least.

Maddox said something to Hongjoong with the mic off, and because you couldn’t see his mouth you couldn’t even guess what he said. Hongjoong nodded.

“You can play the last one.”

You nodded and rearranged the last set of sheet music. You looked at it for a moment and realized that the tuning was different from the first two. You took your headphones off and re-tuned. When you put them back on you could hear Hongjoong’s voice asking:

“You just did that by ear?”

“Yeah. I have perfect pitch, actually.” 

You were looking at the sheet music and didn’t see what his expression was.

The note structure of the sheet music confused you; it didn’t seem like the bassline for any song you knew, and you knew a lot of basslines. You strummed a couple notes before you realized what it was. Had they thrown a Vivaldi theme in as a ‘bassline’ to confuse you? The transposition from a classical instrument to the electric bass was a clunky, to say the least.

“Who wrote this?” You asked.

“I did.” Hongjoong answered.

“Some of it’s wrong.”

“What--”

You started playing before he could finish his question. You suspect that the cobbled together bassline had been taken from Vivaldi’s violin concerto "Summer/L'Estate", from the Presto section; the part that was normally in commercials. You played it, though on a bass it was almost deceptively easy.

You stopped and laughed as you tuned your bass to a different tuning, one side of the headphones off so you could hear the strings. 

“Was it that easy?” Maddox asked, a chuckle at the end of his question.

“It’s just that…” you paused to finish tuning. “If I was going to try and scare someone. I would have tried something like this-- though I really should be using a guitar for it instead.”

You began playing Mahler’s Symphony No. 1 in D major, 4th movement. It was one of your favorite pieces, for its complexity and sweeping grandeur, though it held a few unfortunate memories. You let some notes ring out, meant to take the place of other instruments in an orchestra as you played the main violin parts on the higher strings. It was a difficult piece to play on bass because even with the change in tuning you couldn’t make all the highest notes and had to improvise, but if they were going to try and trip you up, you weren’t going to let them. You played the first three minutes of the movement before ending where it naturally became quiet.

You let the final notes die down on their own and put your hand over the strings to quiet them.

Maddox looked shocked. Hongjoong looked like he might be mad.

“Well, that’s all the sheet music you had for me.” You nodded.

“Oh! Yeah! Let me help you!” Maddox said as he ran in and collected the sheet music. “That last thing was really amazing!”

“Oh, thanks.” You put your bass into its case and zipped it up before helping him.

“What was it?”

“A piece by Mahler.”

“I’ve never heard it before.”

“It’s his first symphony, if you want to look it up. Fourth movement.”

“I think I will,” he smiled. He held the papers in his hands as he gestured for you to walk ahead of him out of the recording booth.

Back on the other side of the glass, you stood in front of Hongjoong with your bass slung over your shoulder.

“That was… we’ll review the tape when we review them for everyone else.” He said.

You nodded. “Alright.”

“I can show you to the lobby,” Maddox said. “I’m no Mina, but we wouldn’t want you to get lost.”

You smiled and nodded. “Thanks. I guess I’ll hear from you if I hear from you. Nice meeting you both.”

Hongjoong nodded without saying anything and turned back to the sound board.

In the hall, Maddox led you to the lobby. 

“Don’t let him get to you too badly.”

“No?”

“He’s like that at first when he meets people.”

“Well, I guess it only really matters if we meet again,” you raised a brow and smiled at him.

“Oh, haha, yeah. I thought your playing was really good.”

“Do you make the final hiring decisions?”

“Uh… no.”

You nodded. “That’s nice of you to say anyway.”

He nodded. 

In the lobby, you turned and held out your hand. “It was nice meeting you, Maddox.”

“Oh-- it was nice meeting you too, t/n.”

You shook hands and walked over to Mina.

“Oh! How did it go? Did you get it?” She beamed.

“Probably not. It was nice meeting you, though.”

“Awww, thank you, it was nice meeting you too.”

You walked out of the building.

Okay, so maybe you shouldn’t have shown off the way you did. That was probably the exact opposite of what you should have done. You were just a little annoyed that they - maybe it was just Hongjoong, Maddox seemed like the nicer of the two - tried to trip you up with something that wasn’t even that hard to play. They should have transcribed Mozart’s Turkish March or even Paganini’s caprice 24 into a bassline if they really wanted to fuck you over.

But whatever. You were ready to go home and trawl the postings for more bassline auditions. At least you had your chance to try out for a company as big as Wonderland. At the very least, you couldn’t feel bad about being able to say that you had been in the building.

Even if the producers - though you were sure it was probably just one of them - were dicks.

As you were on the bus, listening to the newest crop of kpop comebacks, you had an idea for a new mashup.

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[oboy-me]

𒁍 Comfort ▸▸ Mammon, Leviathan

Most of the brothers seem to know when you're upset; they've learned to read your body language, notice your habits, and ways to combat whatever it is that had brought you down. Two of the brothers, however, are surprisingly adept at being the first ones to notice, and are often the first ones to act.

Notes: GN!Reader (they/them), cheering you up from crying (unknown reasons what had you upset), fluff, not proofread. Short-ish story. Their actions can be taken as either platonic or romantic.

It was the sniffling that they heard first. Their bickering down the hall had stopped short of your room, Leviathan clasping a hand over Mammon's mouth as they neared your door. Leviathan was the first to lean in, Mammon's head pulled close when he tried to protest in an effort to get him to hear what his younger brother did. Both froze up when their ears were filled with the sounds of another snotty sniff followed by a cracked little whine — a sound that had Mammon reaching for the doorknob immediately before Leviathan snatched his hand away in the nick of time.

"What's the big deal?!" Mammon hissed under his breath.

"Hold on, hit the pause button Mammon! Break out the strategy guide! Look, this is gonna be a seriously tough fight if we go in underequipped, and — "

"Can ya use some normal words for a sec?"

Leviathan scowled a bit with his brows furrowed tight when Mammon had finished his little comment, Levi's expression between a sharpened focus and annoyance at the interjection to use "normie" language.

"Ugh, fine! Just this once! So, Y/N's sad, right? And if we just barge in there without anything for them, we're probably just gonna upset them even more. So we need a strategy, and I think I got just the thing."

————

A knock would be heard on your door. How long had you been sat on your bed, head hung low, tears clung to your cheeks? It must have been long enough if someone was trying to get your attention. Before you could try and call out that the door was open, the voices of your visitors would be heard.

"Y/N! It's me, Levi!"

"Yo! We're comin' in!" In typical Mammon fashion he practically let himself in with Leviathan in tow behind him, but what your blurry eyes beheld was that it wasn't just them walking in empty-handed; gathered up under Mammon's arm was one of his softest blankets, and dangled from his hand were a couple bags filled to the brim with unhealthy snack foods and drinks. Leviathan himself clutched a few Ruri-hana themed totes that were nearly overflowing with various CD, DVD, and video game cases in one tote, a DVD player and some portable consoles in the other.

They'd brought you what was effectively a care package you then realized, as they closed the door behind them.

"Pincer attaaaaaaack!" Levi would then cry out in glee, his finger pointed towards you. "Mammon! Initiate your special, Snack Attack!! I'll combo it up with Crouching Brothers, Hidden Anime!"

"Aye aye!" Even if Mammon didn't care for Levi's "otaku-speak," he promised to work with his younger brother to make you happy. Before you could really even process what was happening you felt the cloud-like softness of the expensive blanket thick with Mammon's cologne wrapped around your body until you were something akin to a living, fluffy burrito of warmth.

With you now effectively "trapped" (though with your arms free enough to poke your hands out of the top) Mammon would spill the contents of the bags all over your bed; bags of snack chips, packaged jerkies and assorted cheeses, and various candy mixes were all on offer alongside a fair few different cans of sodas, juices, fizzy waters, and hell chocolate milk. He'd snatch up a drink he knew you loved and cracked the can open with a satisfying clicking hiss from the top, careful in how he shoved it down against the blanket so your fingertips could steady it, and so it could rest upon your chin idly.

Leviathan had heaved the dining table in your room over with sheer dedication until it was in front of your bed like a TV stand, his portable DVD player set down lovingly directly before you. He'd taken some time to fuss over what anime to pick, but eventually seemed to land on the title I'm An Aspiring Model Who Got Summoned To Another Planet, Now I've Become The Star Attraction For Fashion-Frenzied Aliens!! before slotting the disk in carefully.

"Mammon actually picked this one," Leviathan beamed as he took up a spot to your left side, given Mammon had completely hogged up your right. The younger of the two would fish out one of the chip bags and popped it open, offering one of the chips up to your lips. "We heard you were really sad, so we teamed up and got you stuff we knew would max out your happiness meter!"

"Yeah, what Levi said!" Mammon grinned. "So we ain't leavin' 'til we know you're alright! And that's that, so no usin' your commands to send us off or anythin' or we'll just come back stronger an' more persistent!" He'd lean in a bit closer now until he could rest his head on your shoulder, which prompted Leviathan to mirror the act, not wanting to look like the "uncool" one of the two. Now you were there, wrapped in a blanket, a drink cozied up to your lips, chips and other snacks offered to you frequently by one brother or the other, watching perhaps the cheesiest anime you've set your eyes on with running commentary from the two on your flanks. You weren't alone at all, and frankly... you forgot why you were upset in the first place.

There were some messages later about the surprise sleepover that was uncovered in your room; at some point you three had passed out, yourself cuddled up in-between Mammon and Leviathan, with a picture of the snuggle pile sent to the massive group chat by Asmodeus who was quite pissed he missed a chance to pamper you... The bickering that ensued was definitely one for the books.

#obey me #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me drabble #obey me gn!reader #obey me gn!mc #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me fluff

[rosegardenrequiem]

ranpo and fukuzawa headcanons!!

ranpo still lives with fukuzawa in the spare bedroom he moved into 13 years ago.

ranpo easily gets bored so he’s always eager to bug fukuzawa. when fukuzawa is especially insistent that he finish his work, ranpo mopes and lazes around (in front of fukuzawa just so he's aware of his boredom) until they can actually do smth together.

fukuzawa always held ranpo’s hand crossing the street when he was younger. he’s almost gotten himself killed many times. ranpo insists he doesn’t need his hand held in present day but his spatial awareness on the road hasn't improved. fukuzawa still holds his hand.

because of this, fukuzawa instinctively tries to hold the other agents’ hands when he crosses the road with them. sometimes he catches his mistake too late. ranpo’s influence on him is way too heavy.

well, he also held ranpo's hand in crowds so they wouldn't be separated. now well into ranpo's adult life, fukuzawa instinctively holds his hand out within a crowd in search of ranpo, who always takes the invitation.

ranpo normally picks off fukuzawa’s plate or straight up eats his food and feels bad about it later (see: the episode of wan where he eats his daifuku) so sometimes he sets snacks aside for him. fukuzawa doesn't want them, so ranpo ends up eating them anyway, but he appreciates the offer.

fukuzawa sometimes feels melancholic about ranpo being an adult, but is comforted when he thinks about how nothing really changed since he was a kid.

after fukuzawa woke up from the cannibalism ability, ranpo clung to him like a koala. for a long time. fuku just had to adapt to it.

speaking of koalas, ranpo always makes fukuzawa carry him. fukuzawa had to get good at carrying his adult weight, but it wasn’t really a problem for him. fukuzawa felt it was important in case ranpo needed to be moved in an emergency.

ranpo sometimes needs to be forced to eat vegetables. like a child, fukuzawa tells him he can’t leave the table until he finishes everything.

ranpo is nyctophobic (i got the idea from the onsen drama cd where ranpo said he can't sleep in complete darkness) so fukuzawa has had to comfort him in the dark many times.

ranpo gets paranoid in the dark because he feels vulnerable. he can't see his surroundings and therefore isn't in control like he likes to be. the only time he can be calm/sleep in the dark is if he can physically feel fukuzawa, bc he knows he'll be protected.

they do take naps together too. like on a tatami mat or something, where ranpo can sprawl out. tho more often it's fukuzawa watching over ranpo while he naps.

when ranpo gets sick, he's whiny asf and cries because he hates the pain (he's just like me fr). but fukuzawa is there to wipe his tears, urge him to stop crying, and press a cool cloth to his forehead.

that's when he gets clingier. like ranpo is already clingy with fukuzawa. he pulls on his sleeve for attention, he hooks onto his arm while they walk, he bonks his head against him like a cat when he feels so inclined.. that kind of thing

but it increases tenfold when he's sick. he'll curl into fukuzawa's side and refuse to let him leave even if it's for something he needs. luckily fukuzawa knows how to respond to it by now. he'll rub his back or stroke his hair and ranpo leans into the touch.

ranpo didn't like fukuchi because of his rowdiness, especially when he got drunk. whenever he visited, ranpo would hide behind/cling to fukuzawa and scowl at him. kind of like he wanted to claim fukuzawa's attention.

and this upset fukuzawa :( he knew he couldn't force ranpo to play nice, but he wished the two most important people in his life could get along. (ahem. and then chapter 103 is a whole other can of worms,,,)

of the different ways to refer to your father in japanese, ranpo calls him "papa" as opposed to "otou-san" because in japan it's considered casual and childish (which ranpo very much is)

ALSO ALSO this is a huge and very important headcanon of mine. they're both aroace :)) aroace father and son!! i imagine fukuzawa is totally disinterested in romance and wanted to prioritize raising his child. ranpo is the same, not really understanding what's so great about dating. (probably projecting bc i am aro, myself)

but this is something they came to learn about each other and bonded over. they don't need romance, cause they're the love of each other's lives. (i love using that term in a non-romantic context)

i just love them very much and reading untold origins inspired me. their canonical father/son relationship is the bestestest thing in the world so i cannot get enough of it. expect to hear more about them from me eventually :,)))

#ranpo edogawa #fukuzawa yukichi #bsd #bungou stray dogs #f*kuran shippers DNI #bsd headcanons #my favorite father/son duo <3 #they need more content #might write a fic about them sometime #i swear i'll write more about them #i've been obsessed with their relationship #aroace ranpo #aroace fukuzawa

[anon-e-miss]

I am on my loopy meds and have this mental image of mer Prowl being kept in a giant aquarium display behind some royal throne. Like how a supervillain lair might have a shark tank wall?

And he has been through some VERY bad primes by the time Jazz comes in and offs Sentinel or Zeta or whoever so OP can take the throne. And I think all the past primes tried to use him for…relief, so to speak. I’m picturing shark fangs that they kept sanding down as they grew back, a visible collar with a shock function or stun or inhibitor or something, like, they can’t tame him or break him but they could have CD code a trigger of some kind that hard locks his frame… Something like that, you know?

And the tank is full of mers. But they’re all half-mers—his bitties by the Primes and Tarantulas and CD and potentially even the Constructicons (Quickmix, maybe? Red and white but a cement mixer? Just a thought)

Anyway. It’s just a very clear image in my head of a mer with tattered fins, a torn chevron, and maybe even down an optic floating in a tank. The only light source in the dark room where Jazz just spilled the last Prime’s energon to clear the way for a better one. Prowl flaring his fins as his younger bitlets hide behind him.

The half-mers might be able to speak Neocybex even if Prowl can’t. Idk. I just… had the image and wanted to share it.

Also there’s something very funny to me about OP being like ‘oh what a lovely aquarium, what good pretty fishies you are, let me bring in a vet to make sure you’re all well cared for’ (and the vet is Pharma, since seekers often specialize in mer care). And OP is just… blissfully ignorant of the fact that he has a family of sentient mechs living in his office (he didn’t need a throne room so he converted it. Liked the pretty fishies, so they stayed. Especially when Pharma said they were too domesticated and wouldn’t survive in the wild)

- fever anon is sick with something else now lmao

I think if Prowl is in rough shape, OP would be a good new owner and have him vetted. Pharma has experience with these things? Sent him in.

Pharma leaves down two servos which Prowl straight up chewed and swallowed.

Ratchet is made of stronger/smarter stuff.

Step one, don't stick your servo in.

Step two, use scanners.

Step three, these fish have weird code, what is this shit?

#mermech au

[keepingsecretstokeepyoutk]

So I am a relatively* new Taylor fan (relative to my age and her age and the length of her career) - I feel down the gaylor rabbit hole 4 years ago and have been following her very closely since February 2019. I also was a big 1989 fan after seeing the blank space mv and immediately loving her sass in creating the character she had always been painted as. I had the cd and knew the words back to front. But I didn’t follow her career closely until 2019. So the nostalgia of the re-records is somewhat lost on me even if I enjoy it and appreciate the details that others point out.

But recently I saw Michelle Branch in concert, and went to the show not knowing what to expect but hoping she’d at least play a couple old songs (from her first two albums) because those were some of my first cds and they absolutely shaped me. It was the first time I had been to a concert of an artist I love when I was younger but had lost touch with…and it was the craziest experience I’ve ever had. Literally the first cord of the first throwback song she played I let out the most feral sound I’ve ever heard myself make and I lost my damn mind and had a surreal, spiritual experience for the rest of the set. The experience fundamentally changed me, permanently altered my brain structure, etc.

I can’t even imagine the kind of meltdown I would be having if I had that kind of relationship to Speak Now and then watched the video I just watched of Taylor in the purple gown, singing Long Live on the koi guitar.

Basically I’m just checking in on all of you who have real nostalgia tied to this album. Are you all a puddle on the floor? High on life? Having a full on life in review moment?

You’re in my prayers 😅

#speak now #taylor swift #speak now taylor’s version

[ni-kol-koru]

KnB 30-Days Challenge

Day 11 : Favorite Uncrowned King

Mibuchi Reo 👑✨️

No second-guessing or too much thinking was necessary here. I needed one second to decide who I am going to write about here.

Now, what do you mean an Uncrowned King? When I look at Reo, I see a King proudly wearing his crown! He really doesn't care about what anybody thinks of him, he knows he is awesome, unique, beautiful, a skilled player, and loves and respects himself! One thing I really admire him for doing in the 2010s Japan is expressing himself, more specifically embracing his femininity. Those times didn't really offer a lot of space or support for people who were different, but there he was, confidently being himself, pursuing his own happiness within himself by finding out what style and feel he was comfortable with, even though a lot of people considered him a 'weirdo'!

Finding his character was a big thing for me for a couple of reasons. I was always afraid of being seen as a 'weirdo' as a kid, and his character inspired me to be myself and not care about what others think of me. He also introduced me to the LGBTQ+ community! When I was younger, people with sexualities different than straight or genders out of the binary system were something I never heard of, so finding him opened really important doors to me, and my view of people and the world changed. I didn't know what homophobia was, but seeing the way some people treated Reo automatically made me an ally and a person who wants to fight for queer people and their rights.

Speaking of the way he was treated... He seriously deserved so much better. The show and the manga treated him horribly. It is obvious that the creator isn't a fan of queer people, but making his characters, especially Hyūga Jūnpei, who he claims is most like him, treat him that way and never having anyone stand up to protect Reo, just made him, the characters and the show look bad. Still, I am grateful that Reo at least has teammates who don't pick on him for being part of the LGBTQ+ community.

Now, I have to ramble about his personality and other qualities a bit. What makes him one of my favorite characters and my favorite Uncrowned King is his play style. Reo never felt boring on the court, and watching him always had me at the edge of my seat. Seriously, I think he is so clever, and his shooting forms are just genius. Also, the way he is so elegant and graceful, yet so explosive and percise... I am in love. His personality just adds more to my love for him. He often appears to be rather uptight, having the need to keep everything and everyone in check, but when he relaxes, he is sweetness itself. He is gentle, thoughtful and kind. He acts like a mother to his teammates, and has an obvious soft spot for Seijūrō! When I saw the end card where he made sweets for Sei-Chan, I just melted! Not only that, but when I listened to a special CD, and heard him talk about how he feels about Rakuzan's loss at WinterCup, I felt really bad for him. He really blamed himself for the loss, he even said he wasn't able to sleep at night because he instinctively jumped to block the ball and bumped into Jūnpei. Only after he was repeatedly told he didn't have to worry about because it's not his fault, he felt at ease. Well, that proved just how much he cares and how deep of a feeler and thinker he is.

I love Reo a lot. He seriously deserves the world, and if I could, I would give it to him. Everything the best for Reo-Nee!✨️

#knb #knb 30-days challenge #mibuchi reo #mibuchi leo #actually he is my favorite uncrowned king #IT IS NOT KOTAROU #might seem weird BUT it's because i really love reo's play style much more than kotarou's #every day i wish reo was treated better #i just KNOW that the creator made reo just for the sake of having some queer represention and that he actually hates him #and i am SO MAD ABOUT IT #i had a feeling fujimaki thought (or maybe hoped) that people would hate reo #well everybody kinda agrees that reo is incredible and he is vastly loved thankfully #idkkk ahhhh #i justtt #i think reo deserves more #more love #more appreciation #more GOOD in his life

[caramelmochacrow]

OKAY. im sorry but i need to infodump abt my kyoko half-filipino headcanon rlly quick and i cant tell it to anyone so RARGH KYOKO FATHER HEADCANONS TOO TECHNICALLY.

her father is born and raised in cavite and moved to bulacan when he was in his teenage years and he moved to japan to find better jobs there when he got older. he meets kyoko's mother and yada yada yada love story here for them and kyoko is born!

her father had a lot of album cds, vhs tapes, and recordings of many songs of bands/singers he loved back in his country (the eraserheads, parokya ni edgar, the itchyworms, freddie aguilar, etc.) and let kyoko listen to them when she was younger, letting her learn a bit abt tagalog and a part of herself. she never tried to learn more other than that until she went back to listen to them when she was in highschool. he also listens to many songs u hear when you're on a jeep (jeep as in pinoy jeep, search it up.) if you've been on a jeep in the philippines then u probably know what i mean. (if u dont, then just imagine hiphop(?)/rap music)

her father keeps track w the latest opm (original pinoy music if u didn't know what that meant) artists and shows it to kyoko who gives them a listen a ton. both of them sometimes sing a long w songs heheh (kyoko tries her best, but her father can keep up pretty easily since he knew it ever since he was born)

kyoko's mom knows a few tagalog phrases thanks to her husband and can hold short conversations w him in tagalog. (it cant go very far though, so they mostly speak in japanese) she sometimes makes filipino food so her husband can remember his roots and so kyoko can learn more of it :D (SHE IS AN ADOBO OR MAYBE EVEN A MENUDO GIRL. SHE ALSO LIKES PANCIT PALABOK AND SISIG.)

kyoko accidentally responds in tagalog sometimes. shinobu will say something to her while making music and she would reply w 'sige, subukin mo yan' (translation: sure, try that) and she would be confused, because of this shinobu knows a few tagalog phrases. yuka and esora does too.

kyoko will always, and i mean always, use 'po' when talking to people older than her in tagalog, she talks to dalia (I WILL TALK ABT HER ANOTHER TIME) and she would always reply w 'po' or 'ate' (pronounced a-teh, not eat past tense) in the sentence. she sometimes accidentally does this w others. (she said 'ate tsubaki' once and tsubaki was just confused while she was embarassed.)

that's all the headcanons i can spit out for now but. yeah. kyoko half-filipino headcanons. do u understand?

#crow talks #d4dj #d4dj groovy mix #kyoko yamate #i may or may not have hung out w a few filipino people while i was away..... #kyoko my dalagang pilipina bc yes #i would talk more abt dalia but i need to think more on that bc that would involve me crying abt not being able to be w a few stuff/people- #in the philippines. #i am still not yet ready to talk in depth abt some stuff from there bc i would tear up as i type lol #especially since my half-filipino dalia headcanons are more personal than kyoko's... #(my mother is a dancer and i headcanon dalia's mom a dancer that knows a ton of traditional filipino dances so. yeah.) #it's going to be a bit difficult for dalia's haha.... #i expect no one to see this cause this is sooooo self-indulgent lmao

[btsqualityy]

Blood On The Dance Floor: Chapter 5

Hoseok x Reader

Genre/Rate: 18+, established relationship, thriller, fatal attraction!AU (kind of, but with major changes), smut, angst, and fluff.

Summary: Bora doesn’t let up.

Warnings: None to note.

WC: 1.3K

The next Monday when Hobi went into work, he was feeling extremely conflicted. Having Bora come onto him had created a complication in their working relationship and he knew it would affect the way that they worked together. Since it was also unwanted attention, he figured that he might have to tell his superiors at HYBE and they had made it extremely clear during his intake process how they felt about sexual harassment, especially in the workplace.

As Hobi scanned into the building and took the elevator up to one of the practice floors where he was meeting the members of Star Turn for rehearsal, he decided that he wasn’t going to say anything about what happened at the party right away. He figured that maybe Bora just couldn’t handle her alcohol and that’s what made her approach him the way she had. 

“Hello?” Hobi called out as he walked into the practice room and he saw Bora as well as three of the members of Star Turn already there. 

“Hello, teacher-nim,” the leader of Star Turn, Hyungsik, greeted him and the other members all bowed to him. 

“Hey guys, how are you?” Hobi smiled, walking over and shaking hands with them before looking at Bora. “Hello Bora.”

“Hobi-ssi,” she bowed lightly and Hobi noted how she went back to using honorifics. She must’ve been feeling embarrassed about what happened Saturday night so Hobi decided then and there that if she didn’t bring it up, then he wouldn’t either. 

The rehearsal went as usual once the other two members of Star Turn made it to the practice room, with nothing out of the ordinary happening and Bora continuing on as if she had never kissed him. It slightly confused Hobi, how she could act like it never happened but he knew it was for the best if it wasn’t brought up, especially in front of the idols. 

“Good work you all!” Hobi clapped. “This will be the last time I see you all before the New Year because I’ll be taking some time off but Bora here will be with you guys at the last of the year end shows and she’ll be able to make any adjustments as needed.”

“And I’ll have Hobi-ssi’s number so if you don’t trust me, we can call him,” Bora joked, making the idols laugh. 

“We trust you, teacher-nim,” a member named Ki-ha smiled. 

“Have a good rest of your day,” Hobi said and the group gathered their things, some sticking around to speak to Hobi about some things while the others left as soon as they could. 

“Bang PD-nim says that we’ll start working on our next mini album soon, since the first has done so well,” Hyungsik said.

“I know and he told me that he’s already started looking for tracks,” Hobi replied. 

“I was thinking, maybe we can get a little more daring with the choreography next time,” Hyungsik suggested. “Like, something that surprises everyone.”

“I completely agree,” Hobi grinned. “Now that everyone has seen what the five of you are capable of, I think it’s time to turn it up.”

“Ah, I’m so happy that you’re the one working with us, teacher-nim,” Hyungsik chuckled. “I have to get going because we have vocal lessons but we can speak more about it once you’re back from vacation?”

“Of course. Have a good lesson,” Hobi said, waving at the younger man as he gathered his bag and ran out of the practice room. Hobi walked over to the sound system then, removing Star Turn’s CD and returning it back to the rack of CDs that sat next to the large speakers. As he did so, he suddenly felt a pair of hands on his shoulders and he was immediately thrown back to Saturday night, in the men’s bathroom.

“Finally alone,” Bora purred into his ear and Hobi instantly shrugged her off of him before he turned around to face her. 

“Bora, what are you doing?”

“You know, I thought I was going to go crazy today, having to act like nothing was going on between us in front of the group,” she huffed with a smile. “But now that they’re gone, we don’t have to pretend.”

“There’s nothing to pretend about because there isn’t anything going on with us.”

“Are you still on this?” Bora chuckled. “Hobi, we’re alone now so you can let go.” She went to place her hands on Hobi’s cheeks but he grabbed her hands tight, pushing her away from him as he glared at her.

“I tried to be nice about this but you’re pushing it, Bora,” he snapped. “I don’t want you. I am a married man and the best thing for you is just to leave me alone.”

“If you really wanted me to leave you alone, why haven’t you told Bang PD-nim about what happened at the party?” She questioned. 

“Because I tried to give you some grace because I figured you were just drunk.”

“Who gets drunk off of one drink, Hobi?” 

“Look, if you keep pushing up on me like this, then I will tell Bang PD-nim and I mean it,” Hobi stated firmly as he let her hands go. 

“I don’t believe you,” she smirked, reaching towards him again and setting her hands on the crotch of his sweatpants. He smacked her hands, which made her look up at him in surprise. 

“Don’t fucking touch me,” Hobi spat darkly.

“Fine,” Bora replied evenly. “If that’s how you want it, fine.” Hobi then watched slightly as she grabbed her dance bag and her jacket before storming out of the practice room, letting the door slam shut behind her. 

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On the drive home, Hobi had made up his mind that he was going to tell you about what happened with Bora at the party and at work earlier that day. It was very clear that Bora wasn’t taking him seriously and he couldn’t risk loosing you. 

“Y/N-ah? Baby?” Hobi yelled as he walked through the front door of the house and you came bounding down the stairs, running over to him and jumping up into his arms. You cupped his cheeks as you kissed him passionately and Hobi hummed against your lips in confusion as his arms came around to hold you up. 

“What’s all this about?” He laughed once you had pulled away from his lips. 

“I have something to tell you,” you announced. 

“Funny you say that, I have something to tell you too.”

“Me first,” you waved your hand at him dismissively. “I got into SNU’s law school.”

“No way?!” Hobi cheered and when you nodded your head, he cheered loudly and proceeded to swing you around as you squealed happily. “I’m so fucking proud of you baby!”

“Thanks,” you smiled bashfully. “I start two weeks after the New Year and I know it’s short notice but-”

“Hey, it’s fine,” Hobi assured you. “Since we’re going back to Gwangju for Christmas, we’ll have a nice little vacation before you have to buckle down.”

“I’m not looking forward to that part, having to buckle down,” you admitted. “Plus, it’s been years since I was last in school. What if I can’t do it?”

“Don’t even talk like that,” he gently scolded you. “You’re the smartest person I know and no amount of time off will change that, ok? You got this baby and even if you fall down sometimes, I’ll be right by your side to pick you back up.”

“I love you,” you grinned, leaning forward and kissing him passionately again. The two of you made out for a few minutes, you moaning into Hobi’s mouth as his hands roamed over your hips and ass. 

“Let me take you upstairs baby,” he murmured. 

“But didn’t you have something to tell me?” You whispered and he froze then, remembering that he was going to tell you about Bora. He knew he needed to tell you, he did but the smile that was on your face just wouldn’t allow the words to come out of his mouth. 

“Forget it.”

“You sure?” You checked and he nodded his head. 

“It’s not important. You’re important,” he said and you giggled. 

“Charmer,” you murmured. 

“Yep, right out of your panties,” he smirked, leaving a smack on your ass and making you laugh loudly as he carried you upstairs and into the master bedroom. 

He was going to tell you. Just...not today.

#bts #bangtanarmynet #bangtanbathhouse #bts reactions #bts jhope #bts hobi #hobi x reader #jhope x reader #hobi smut #hobi angst #hobi fluff #jhope angst #jhope smut #jhope fluff #bts x reader #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts scenarios #bts imagines

[haileym22]

when i was younger, i would listen to debut and fearless on repeat (religiously) on my walkman and headphones and i’ve been looking for any pictures of them and i finally found some 😊

Debut: I still remember listening to Teardrops On My Guitar on my walkman, acting like I had just gone through the worst heartbreak of my life at 7 years old (Disclaimer: I definitely had not gone through my worst heartbreak then). I remember the giddy I felt when I said my first cuss word in the original TOMG (‘Cause it’s so damn funny), and how I would scream along to Picture To Burn, even though I didn’t know a single person who drove a pick-up truck.

Fearless: I remember crying to Fifteen on my 15th birthday, and the feeling of uncertainty of starting high school as a freshman. I remember watching the You Belong With Me music video on youtube all the time. I remember seeing Taylor preform Fearless on the Country Music Channel on T.V, and every time she would do to the heart hands, I would be putting my hands up in the heart hand 🫶

Speak Now: I remember crying to Never Grow Up on my 16th birthday. I remember the anxiety and fear I felt of growing up, and having taylor’s music to sing along with and feeling every single lyric helped to relieve that anxiety. I remember begging my mom to take me to the Speak Now Tour when Taylor was at Soldier Field, and circling the calendar date for when she would be there (We didn’t go 🥲). I remember not fully understanding the meaning of Dear John, only for future me to finally deeply understand and relate to that song.

Red: I remember screaming along to 22 in the car wherever we would go, which inspired me to start dressing up like a hipster (it was….a look 😁..!). I remember the feeling of when the CD stopped working, so I saved up and did extra chores so I could buy myself a new cd as a kid.

1989: I remember loving the music video to Shake It Off, and how I would listen to that song every single time I was upset. I remember watching the Bad Blood music video, and how excited I got when I saw Zendaya’s cameo. I remember istening to Welcome To New York the first time I visited NYC. I am so in love with the vault tracks from this album, and i’ve had Say Don’t Go on repeat for the past few days and nights.

Reputation: Oh my…..this was a fun time. I remember the day that Taylor had disappeared from the public eye. How angry I was with two individuals. I remember being in the trenches proudly, defending taylor and her reputation. I remember how mad I was that two people could do that to someone so undeserving of what happened to them. I remember the first time i heard LWWYMD, and that being my absolute girl boss song for the next few weeks. I believe I was 14 at the time and how badly I wanted to go to the reputation tour at the time, but again, nobody I knew closely would take me there or go with me. I remember the absolute joy I felt with her return and her reclaiming her reputation.

Lover: I remember how much I loved (and still love) ME! I remember walking down the hallways in school with my earbuds in and the most stone-cold look on my face. When my friend asked what I was listening to, thinking I was listening to heavy metal or something, and when I told them it was ME! they were shocked.

Folklore: I remember how I would lay awake at night, listening to exile and cardigan on repeat. I was going through a bad relationship at this time, so these songs hit close to home. I remember when I heard Mad Woman, and my jaw dropped at the call-outs. I remember when Taylor performed Exile at the eras tour, how my heart stopped and how i refuse to interact with those who heard it live (haha, jk…unless…)

Evermore: I remember connecting the dots to Coney Island, realizing that the bridge was a reference to the eras I had grown up with. This song will forever hold a special place in my heart. I remember how I would try to learn how to braid my hair (i failed)

Midnights: I remember listening to You’re On Your Own Kid at midnight on the release date. I remember how I began to cry listening to this song. I remember fighting the great ticketmaster war, and how devastated I was that I was waitlisted after listening to her music for so long. The first tour I would be able to take myself too, Ticketmaster had crushed that hope. However, my mom was able to pull a miracle and found me a ticket for Chicago N3, and how i began to cry in disbelief that she found one. I remember walking to the stadium, my heart beating faster and faster as I approached the stadium. I remember how it felt like I had entered a whole new world when I stepped onto the stadium and saw the stage. I remember bursting out into tears when Taylor took the stage. How I face-timed my family so I could share the moment with them. I’ll never forget the lover microphone and the evermore bug incidents. I remember how taylor performed Hits Different, and how I screamed along to the song, as this one hits close too. I remember crying to Bigger Than The Whole Sky. I lost my brother in May of last year, and when BTTWS came out, it hit hard, along with Forever Winter. Out of all of the years of being a swiftie, i think this is by far my favorite era. I cannot wait for Indy N1, where my friends and my mom and I will be front and center stage section h 💙💜.

Wow, this was a long one 😳😳. now that i read it, does this seem like weird 😭??

Anywho…it has been such an incredible journey. Thank you, @taylorswift 🫶

#taylor swift #taylornation #the eras tour #1989 taylor's version #taylurking #1989 tv #t swizzle #ts 1989 #taylor’s version #1989 taylor’s version vault #taylor swift 1989 #1989 (taylor's version) #tswift13 #taylor swift debut #ts debut #fearless taylor’s version #red taylor swift #1989 (taylor’s version) #reputayswift #reputation #lover ts #ts lover #folklore #evermore #midnights

[theretirementstory]

Bonjour et bienvenue, the temperature is 22c and we are due 31c. The weather has been changeable with thunderstorms in the morning and sunshine in the afternoon. Not that I was complaining, we needed the rain for the gardens and of course I needed the sunshine to dry my washing 😂.

The grass is full of dandelion leaves, clover and numerous other weeds and the weeds in the borders had grown so fast too! I went out to weed the borders as the soil was still damp and it was quite easy to remove them. I also deadheaded the hydrangeas and cut the lavender back, both of these tasks seem to have been exactly what was needed and everything looks so much healthier.

The above photograph is a look back to the beginning of May, when I was planning a visit to the UK, however four days later those plans were turned on their heads when I was admitted to hospital. In ten days I will be admitted to hospital again staying possibly another 4 weeks, I just keep telling myself that the sooner this stage of the treatment is started the sooner it will be finished.

I have been to the hospital for appointments with the cardiologist and pulmonologist. They told me everything was fine, would they have told me otherwise 🤔. I have also been sorting out payments due while I am in hospital.

I also had to go to the “Maison de Sante” for the transport vouchers for the upcoming hospital appointments. I was told to turn up on Wednesday. I arrived and the forms were there but not signed by the doctor. I sat for an hour while the doctor kept taking in his patients, in the end I interrupted his call for the next patient and asked him to sign the forms. The receptionist who dealt with me is the one who told me off for not speaking/understanding French and to be honest why couldn’t she have gone and asked the doctor to sign the forms for me? She was too busy having a conversation with someone who had “dropped in” with some homegrown vegetables and playing with the young child he had with him 🙄. I think you can tell I was not pleased with the service, it really did nothing for my blood pressure and I was pleased to get outside to “cool down”.

I went to Vendeuvre-sur-Barse again on Monday and I did think I wouldn’t have time for photos but as I had only photographed the chateau from the back I walked up the road to photograph it from the front. Although it is temporarily closed it does look pretty good from the front (see below).

Monique came to see me and she is going to contact sociale assistance about getting me a lady to clean the house. For the month following my hospitalisation I am not allowed to do anything other than light work.

Anie messaged to ask if I would like some mirabelle plums and to share à mirabelle tarte she had just made. Well who could resist that offer? Not me! I have mirabelles in the freezer and I also made a crumble which was very tasty.

My neighbours returned from holiday and brought me a lovely gift. They were pleased to see me looking so well and I was pleased to hear about their holiday.

“The Daddy” liked the music part of last weeks blog, so I have been thinking about other songs which have been important to me. Back in the 1960’s buying a couple of 7” singles was not cheap and obviously to get your money’s worth you would play both sides. So one song this week is a B side, it’s title is Everything Is Meant To Be by Cupids Inspiration, the A side was My World but even today I prefer the B side. The other song is from the 1970’s, it’s Sweet Illusion by Junior Campbell. I remember when my children were younger and we used to sing along to CD’s in the car, they always asked me why I “sang” the instrument parts of songs, well the reason is not only does a good song have great lyrics but for me it has to have a brilliant tune too.

My new passport arrived, I only applied on the first of this month and it was delivered to me in just over two weeks, amazing! I now dont feel that I am “lost” in France.

I do hope that I have time to be outside taking some photos next week, if I don’t manage it, we will have to view more photos from earlier in the year.

It doesn’t sound like a very busy week but believe me in between those appointments I have had to do the usual washing, ironing, cooking, cleaning, shopping and resting plus making time to ring friends who are happy to talk for an hour at a time! It is good though as I don’t see a day as a long period of time to fill, I can certainly fill it!

Jusqu’à la semaine prochaine.

#barsuraube #photography #trees #health #nature #60’s music #70’s music #baking #friends

[grahamobrien13]

Speak Now was one of the first CD's I ever bought when I was younger and I used to sit up my laptop (bc it had a CD player) on the washer and sing along to it in the shower.

Now I just sang along to Speak Now TV in the shower, and it's brought back so many memories.

I love this.

#speak now tv #speak now taylors version #taylor swift #swiftie #ts #taylor