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drchucktingle · 1 year

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mr. dr. chuck, i'm a few months ago i told a doc of mine that i believe i'm on the spectrum (after yeeeears of considering all the reasons why i thought so) and she agreed with me. then i came to some conclusions about members of my family. then i started melting down and haven't really recovered.

i'm in my 30's, but my life feels like it's been the mistake-addled 24th year for over a decade. people, choices, wants, they feel like things that were silly blips and not of much substance. i'm tired and my body hurts, so it feels harder to get to things i need. doctors don't seem like they can be trusted because of all the other ways i show up in the world.

i'm worried about my life and my future, and it feels like my magic is gone (or that i can't touch it right now). do you have any words of wisdom for someone who found out this really big thing about themselves kind of late?

thank you.

hello buckaroo thank you for writing. first of all i will say MOST IMPORTANT thing to remember is that it is okay and valid to FEEL the way that you feel. your reaction to this news or any news really is not wrong. that does not mean you cant wish for another reaction or WORK TOWARDS another reaction, but in grand cosmic sense this is just your way. YOUR TROT IS VALID and we all have our own unique way. sometimes that path is an easy path with sunny days and smiles and a glorious view, and sometimes it is through the darkness of shadows or crawling through the old bog. we can PREFER one path over the other, but neither is WRONG.

when giving advice old chuck tries to not PROJECT what i think YOU should do because that is not really the point. this is your trot to trot and i do not think it is my place to act like some authority of your way. what chuck can do is tell you MY story of diagnosis and how it made ME feel and maybe you can take little pieces of that for yourself.

chuck learned of way on autism spectrum when i was in early twenties by doctor who said 'yes this is your way'. when i learned of my spectrum way my reaction was: wow this is very very cool i am so lucky because all of my heroes are autistic and now i am in this RADICAL CLUB. we are special and unique and DANG what a treat wish i could have a membership card in my wallet to show all my buds.

now obviously this is not everyones reaction, but as starting off point i wonder what it would have meant to my future if the news would have HIT ME IN A BAD WAY. if i would have felt let a dang robot alien who didnt belong. maybe id be swimmin through the bog ever since.

thing is I LIKE ROBOT ALIENS they are very cool. doctor did not MAKE me different, i was different already, our talks just popped a nice little name on it for me to take or leave. i took the name proudly because DATA from stars trek (certified robot alien) is exactly how i already felt and dang what a cool character and dang what a great life. so was DAVID BYRNE. so was every cool buckaroo artist that i liked. cowboys are OUTSIDER HEROES and that is how my autism makes me feel.

so like i said, i do not know about YOUR way, but MY WAY of hearing this news was heaps of joy and excitement. i will also say that it is very DIFFICULT to find this reaction later if your first leap is feeling in a sad way about it. so maybe if you want to trot back in your mind to those first few steps it would be helpful. maybe mentally trot to where you were pushed off a dang cliff and think "well was i pushed off a cliff or was i just told 'hey bud youve been floating this whole time?"'

because if youve been floating then DANG thats a lot of power. thats not falling. you can float up, you can float down, you can float side to side.

the next thing i will say AS AND ARTIST is that years of toiling and feeling aimless are NEVER actually aimless when it comes to creation. and to LIVE in a human body is to be an artist, because you are CONSTANTLY CREATING the future. when i am writing and i dont have an idea for my next book that can be frustrating, but it is also PART of the process. if i walk to the store to rustle up my mind, or wander around the park, or spend a whole WEEK feeling weird because of writers block THAT IS ALL PART OF MAKING GREAT ART. that is not wasted time. in other words, your years of toiling are not wasted time, that is just the process we all have when we are creating a future masterpiece.

#love is real #autistic #tingleverse

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charliedawn · 1 year

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How would they react to a fan ?

(Only one of the stories will have a bad ending. Can you guess which one ?)

Penny :

To be honest, it was a surprise for Penny to find an adult who could actually see him.

He usually stayed hidden until a nice prey came along, but he had just finished one of his "dinners" when you found him.

He ha no escape and sought to mess you up with some freak show and very loud sounds of cracking bones...But, was surprised when you started clapping enthusiastically.

"LOVE the show ! And LOVE the fake blood !", you told him with the largest smile on your face and he tilted his head quizzically at you before looking at his bloody hands...What fake blood ?

He was certainly a little surprised at first, his surprise quickly turned into amusement.

He laughed and just thought you were entertaining. He had never met anyone like you...And he didn't know if it was a compliment—but he liked you.

"You're funny ! I think I'm gonna call you puppy !"

He then leaned forward, all amusement having left his face as he whispered.

"...Tell me. Do you like my smile, puppy ?"

Suddenly, your smile faltered as you started smelling a very metallic smell from his bloody mouth.

Okay...Maybe, it wasn't fake blood afterall.

Pennywise :

Pennywise had been practicing his magic tricks away from the sewers, in case Penny would see him and make fun of him.

Penny had told him that children weren't interested in magic tricks anymore, but he still had the will to practice...Just in case.

He sighed as he made a coin disappear in one hand and reappear in the other.

But, there was no joy in it.

Maybe Penny was right afterall...Maybe...Maybe, people just didn't like simple magic tricks anymore ?

But then, he heard someone clap.

His head snapped towards the source of the sound and he was surprised to find a surprise guest to his little solo show.

"Loved that. Do you have any other magic tricks ? Would love to see them."

His eyes widened a little and he suddenly stood up before his lips split into a malicious grin.

"Well, aren't you the little cutie pie...Tell me, what or who made you think it was a good idea to come here ? Wanna thank them for getting me my dinner for free."

You laughed. It threw him off.

None of his victims had ever laughed in his presence...It was strange. That's when he started digging in your head and realized why you weren't scared. He chuckled.

"Oh ? I see now. Seems like we got ourselves a little fan of horror stories, huh ?"

You wiped a tear away and nodded.

"Yeah. Sorry...I just can't. I love the whole 'horror clown gig' you got going on."

He bit back a dark laughter and the urge to correct you. It was no 'gig'. But, it had been so long since he last had an audience.

He sighed and sat back down before smiling and eyeing your pocket significantly.

You understood and checked your pocket, only to smile at the penny now in your pocket.

"Aww...Thanks."

'Don't thank me yet, sweetheart.', he thought. '...~Not when you just got sold for a penny..."

Freddy :

To be completely honest, Freddy hadn't expected when he got summoned into someone's dreams.

He was minding his own business in his own dream world when he was sucked into one particular dream.

But, not anyone's dreams...One filled with missing posters of the kids he killed and many of his old belongings.

....Why in the heck was everything there ?

The only thing he couldn't recognize was the sleeping angel on the bed, staring at him with wide eyes and a rapidly beating heart.

He first thought you were afraid, but no...You weren't afraid.

You were...thrilled. He then realized what was happening and chuckled to himself before letting his bladed run-on your bedsheets until reaching you.

"...So, you're a fan, huh ?", he teased while letting the tip of one of his blades run down your face. "Pretty too...Lucky me."

He hummed appreciatively before cackling mischievously.

"...I wonder how much you can take before you break ?"

Freddy is narcissistic. Knowing you're his fan would end up in a significant boost to his already gigantic ego.

One I'm not sure you'd survive...

Jason :

Jason's sole objective is to protect Crystal Lake. So, he never imagined someone would actually enter willingly to find him and ask for his autograph.

His first reaction ?

Confusion.

A...fan ?

Michael never had a friend. Imagine his astonishment when he hears that he's got fans. He'd be hella confused.

What...What was he supposed to do with you ?

You weren't particularly disrespectful or destructive towards his nature. But, he did feel kind of weirded out by the fact that you would have a portfolio on his every crime...

But then, he realized exactly why you were a fan when he found you tending to a squirrel with a broken leg.

It wasn't about the murders.

It was about his mission.

You knew he protected the fauna and flora of the forest and you respected him for it. It brought him a bit of comfort and reassurance on your true purpose.

He then started trusting you more and more and even started to enjoy your company to a certain extent.

He then offered you to stay with him and you didn't hesitate before accepting.

You had SO MUCH to learn from him afterall...

Michael :

You : "Boop. Got your nose."

Myers *trying very hard not to pull out his knife and stab you where you stand*

The first time you met Myers, he was needed someone to watch over his 'kids' (including Brahms, Jason, Five and Ester) while he was away to find a job.

You were the most...ANNOYING...babysitter in the world. But, he had no choice as every other babysitter had quit on sight of the 'kids' in question—especially Brahms.

So, he had to accept you.

Finally, after a couple of months...he had learnt to accept your presence, but didn't understand why you would be so excited around him.

You even insisted on reading when he was and helping him on cooking. Two of his favorite SOLO activities.

He finally decided to face you about your clearly weird behavior around him and didn't expect it when you answered with a large grin.

"Why Mr Myers...I am just such a BIG fan of yours."

He was renderer speechless, even though is mute.

Then, you leaned forward, as if to share a secret. But, when he bent forward, you booped him again.

Michael was surprised, but you were gone before he could as much as react.

He watched you intently as you hopped away and his eyes narrowed in slight worry.

That's when he noticed something....His knife was missing.

Brahms :

Brahms was thrilled when he realized that you were a fan of his. He didn't know why though ?

But, it didn't matter to Brahms. The only thing that mattered was that you liked him.

"You...fan of...Brahms ?", he asked before smiling from ear to ear. "Brahms...Brahms have fans ?!"

He was so excited and even though he had absolutely no idea how you found him or became a fan—he immediately invited you to stay with him.

You accepted and then started explaining that you had always wanted someone to play with. You knew you were too old for dolls, but you ha always wanted to play with someone.

And he couldn't have been happier to consider you a playmate.

You started playing together and Brahms could finally be himself around someone who understood him.

Brahms can be wary with strangers, but he is quick to befriend when the other person shows as much interest in him than him on them.

So, it wouldn't be too difficult to earn his trust, as long as you follow his rules.

Norman :

"Get away. Shoo. Shoo."

He would try to push you away.

Norman is the most famous slasher. The oldest. The most experienced. He perfectly knows that having fans isn't necessarily a good thing.

He had his fair share of psychos and paparazzi following his crimes over the years, some who even made it a personal challenge of theirs to hurt him.

They wanted to find out what made him tick, and some succeeded by pretending to be clients at the hotel and take an interest in his business.

He even wiped his hands after shaking yours on your first day.

He doesn't like having nosy people around, and even more those who make it their personal objective to unnerve or hurt him.

But, he quickly realized that you weren't like them.

You respected his business and even though he knew you to be a fan and a journalist, you never seemed to ask sensitive questions.

You were all "How are you's" and "How can I help". He was a little surprised at first, but quickly became used to your presence.

You weren't rude and even though you had inquired more than once an interview, you had never been insistant on it.

"Everything is going to be fine, Norman. I just want you to tell me the truth. The whole truth..."

Finally, he indulged as you had helped more than your fair share and when he sat down in front of you and squeezed his hand encouragingly—he had no choice but to believe in your sincerity.

Norman *sighs* : "Fine. My name is Norman Bates and I...I am the first slasher ever recorded in history. And, this is my story. My truth."

J and Arthur :

J laughed and Arthur frowned in incomprehension when they found you at their doorstep—asking to become their apprentice.

They both had very different feelings on the matter.

J was amused and took pleasure in carrying you around town while shooting and blowing stuff up.

Arthur on the other hand was wary at first and had asked you to stay behind and gave you a number of things to do in order to keep you safe.

J didn't bother about your safety and made it his personal duty to turn you into his personal Harley Quinn. So, he told you to disobey Arthur and made you follow them.

J *smirks before throwing you off an helicopter and jumping after you* : "CAREFUL ABOUT THE LANDING, AHAHAH !"

...Arthur was the one who jumped after the both of you with three parachutes.

"...Idiots.", he whispered to himself before rolling his eyes.

But, he still cackled as he fell behind the both of you.

J used the helicopter jump as proof of your sincerity and didn't need more.

However, Arthur...Arthur was worried because you were a fan of the Joker.

And Jokers never played fair...

Bo and Vincent Sinclair :

When Bo opened the door, he really wasn't expecting someone to actually be here to visit the wax museum.

It had been so long, he had completely forgotten about the flyers him and Lester had spread a while ago around the country.

But when you held out the slightly crumpled sheet in his face with stars in your eyes, he couldn't help the large grin that spread across his face.

"Well...Ain't that some lovely surprise ? A fan."

He tipped his head at you before sending you a cheeky wink.

"Came to visit our famous wax museum, huh ? Can't blame ya. It's to 'die for'."

Bo laughed and took a step back before calling for Vincent.

"Vincent ! Visitor !"

*Imagine that man walking towards you like that. My soul would leave my body*

Vincent came in and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you, his eyes widened in slight puzzlement.

He turned towards Bo quizzically who clicked his tongue and replied with a smile.

"We got someone real interested in your work. Thought you'd like to give them a tour ?"

Vincent stayed still for a few seconds before raising his hands to his mouth in glee. He then turned back towards you and seemed excited as he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder to run to the museum with you.

Bo watched the both of you with a mischievous grin and pushed the rifle he was hiding with the tip of his foot under the table.

He would have to deal with you later...

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #pennywise 2017 #pennywise 1990 #pennywise x reader #slashers #michael myers x reader #freddy krueger x reader #jason voorhees x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #brahms heelsire x reader #norman bates x reader #the joker x reader #arthur fleck x reader

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jungjungmochi · 1 year

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Day Off

- Cory x Fem! Reader

- Reader is Cory’s Fiancée

- 3rd person point of view

- Fluff

- Featuring Readers Best Friend: Berleezy

- Bold phone call (reader) + Italics phone call (Berleezy)

- Summary: Cory took time off to spend with reader. A day full of love and affection, along with support.

Sometimes it was hard when Cory filmed, you were supportive, being his fiancée and all. Though you never revealed yourself to his audience, simply to avoid any criticism or issues with hateful people online. Nonetheless, you two spent time when you had a chance, he would film videos and this would leave you to find something to do, often you’d make him food or snacks, bribing them to his desk and he would always be sweet and thank you for it. Cory never once made you feel unwelcome and made it clear if you needed anything, he would be right by your side so come get him if he needed. Though you tended not to do much around days like that, even if he was okay with it.

Today felt it would be the same but it was rather calming, the sun shining into the room, shining down on the thick blanket that covered both. Legs tangle together and peace filling the room, soft breathing and perfect comfort to balance the day. You couldn’t help but stretch out your body, in hopes of not waking up Cory, legs and arms stretched out before you felt arms wrap around you. “Good Morning…” you whispered softly with a smile as Cory did too. “Morning.” He said. Something about his sleepy morning tone, really sent butterflies into your stomach. Considering yourself lucky to be able to have Cory by your side always. “Did I wake you?” You asked as you couldn’t help but sink into his warmth. “Yeah but don’t worry about babe, you’re fine.” He assured before raising up, taking in the morning with you. “Do you plan to film today?” You asked as he shrugs. “No. I was actually wanting to see if you wanted to spend some time together?” He asked as he smiled at you.

The joy radiated into your body, sending a million fireworks of excitement into your heart. Time with Cory was always well spent, outside of YouTube, the two of you tended to your private lives, keeping social media to a limit. Sure, both of you made sure people knew you were happy in love, but never once outed yourselves to the world. Cory didn’t mind, he loves you, he would want people to know but if you weren’t ready to face his millions of fans, he’d respect that too. Cory in fact treasured life with you, he wanted to marry you, he asked you to be his wife, this was far more important to him than anything, you. Fans knew Cory had been engaged but he never outed your name when he announced it, there were some good and bad comments made but either way, he wanted you the way you wanted him.

“Spend time? Babe. Of course. How could I not spend time with you?” You giggled slightly, leaning over and placing a small kiss against his cheek. Cory let out a small laugh before he stood from the bed, he would wanna make today well worth it. “Let’s get ready.” He hums.

Both you and Cory decided to go out for Breakfast, which was refreshing for you to have a breakfast date with your fiancé. Which brought on the memory of the time you guys went to get breakfast together as friends, now you got to come back but this time, as lovers. “I know what you order.” Cory said as you hugged him tightly. “You remember huh?” You asked as he chuckled, nodding his head. “I do.” He nods his head. It meant a lot he remembered even the smallest things about you, including your favorite dish to order from the menu when you went to eat together. “I’m glad you remember that though. What else do you remember?” You raised a brow as he chuckled. “Maybe the time you walked into my video and literally tripped trying to rush out.” He said as you groaned. “Okay- besides the ones full of disasters.” You said as he laughed, gently ruffling your hair.

You and Cory had gotten some breakfast as you sat at the table, recalling memories of the two of you and the times you both spent together. Sharing some laughs and a few mentions of how your engagement was going together. “So. About the new video, spooky scary Sunday’s?” You raised a brow. Cory knew how interested you were in watching them, sometimes he’d even find you sitting on the couch, cozy against the pillows and watching it on the living room tv. “Ah. Rushing me to make one?” He joked as you shake your head, a little worried he thought you were rushing. Thankfully he let out a laugh and told you not to worry about it. “I’m only playin with you.” He nods his head, sigh of relief had left your lips before you tended to the coffee.

“So. Am I still getting to see her?” You asked excitedly as Cory chuckled, nodding his head towards your question. “Yes. My mom is pretty excited about seeing you. She’s been asking me all about her, Y/n.” He said as you clapped your hands happily. Cory introduced you to his mom in the middle of your relationship, which you were nervous but his family was fond of you. It moved to the two of you getting engaged and she was very excited to know you’d be joining their family and living a healthy and happy marriage with her son. “I’ve been so ready!”. Cory hums in response to your words, he was happy you and his mom got along, happy that you two held a bond and he enjoyed a few times he found you in the kitchen learning new recipes from her.

“Which means she’s coming with me to find a dress, along with your sister? Right?” You asked. Cory nods his head again as he laughed as the squeal that left your lips. “She’s gonna love it. She’ll find you beautiful in anything Y/n!” Cory assured your nerves deep down. It did matter to you that his mother and sister would be there when you found a dress to try on. You loved hearing what they truly thought of things, especially on such a big day with Cory. “Still feels a little unbelievable that we tied the knot.” You sighed softly, leaning back into the chair. “Really? Had no faith?” He raised a brow as you shake your head. “It’s not that baby! I’m just saying it’s crazy remembering the time you confessed to me, how we dated and moved to engagement, now I’ll be your wife. It feels so…unreal.” You shrugged, hoping he would get what you meant.

Flashback

The snow fell from the sky, gently hitting the ground as it covered the once clear surface a pretty white color. Piles and piles of snow would be here and to admit, you were happy, excited even. The fireplace at your house was keeping you warm, waiting for Cory who took longer than usual to show to your house, which was crazy cause he usually was always on time to get you for nights out. You’d hope he didn’t stand you up, or forget you in some way. But that little voice in your head told you that Cory was filming a video for YouTube, he didn’t have time to come get you. But the voice was knocked away when the door opened and Cory walked in, he looked like he held a large piece of concern in his mind. He wasn’t looking as cheerful as usual. “Hey…you okay?” You asked as Cory had knocked from his senses. “Me? Ah. Yeah I’m alright.” He tried to assure. You’d been friends with Cory long enough to know something was wrong. Did he find out you held a crush on him. “Cory?” You gently placed your hand on his shoulder. He had cleared his throat. “So have you seen the snow? Come check it out!” He said as he grabbed your wrist, dragging you from the house. He was right, there was a lot of snow. Your eyes glanced at the small snow that landed on Cory’s hair, a small laugh passing your lips before Cory had kissed you. A heavy blush on your face, but no complaints, no fight. You had kissed him back, it felt right. “I love you…I know you feel something for me and I feel something for you.” He looked at your eyes for an answer. The blush, the smile, the sparkle in your eyes gave it away.

Years passed, the relationship was a steady boat, going good. With the support about Cory’s YouTube career as he supported your dreams. It was a perfect fit, the two of you spent every inch and amount of time together. This time, it would be different. Cory took you out on a date night and you agreed, it felt normal at first, maybe you’d just have dinner together and go home. But he had other places to take you, and there was no complaints. “Look Cory!” You pointed to the distance, in awe about the sight in front of you, wondering why Cory wasn’t responding, you turned around, gasping at the sight of Cory on one knee. The small velvet box open to reveal the ring, he was really asking you?. It was an honor to see this, to know Cory wanted to reach this level with you. “Cory…” you mumbled as you felt tears fall. “Y/n. Will you do me the honors of becoming my wife? I love you and everything about you. And I admire the support and care you show me…” he said. You nodded your head before Cory stood up, he quickly caught you in his arms as he chuckled lightly.

End

“Oh so you wanna remind me of the tears I had to calm for a week?” He asked as you playfully hit him. He rolled his eyes playfully before placing his hand on yours, admiring the ring he placed on your finger, making you his from that moment forward.

When it was the afternoon, you couldn’t help but glance out the window as Cory kept his eyes on the road. “What if we went to buy some snacks from the store?” You asked as he raised a brow. “We have food at home?” He said as you chuckled, turning over to glance at him. “I meant for a movie night. We haven’t had one of those for a long while?” You asked. Cory liked the idea of having you snuggled up and warm with him, watching movies you both either enjoyed together or disliked. “Store it is.”

Cory made his stop at the store, the two of you inside as he glanced at the items on the shelves. “Okay we have your popcorn, drinks, candy, what else could you want?” He asked as you pointed. “Swedish fish. We ate the last bag like a week ago.” You shrugged as he smiled, grabbing the bag as he placed it into the cart. “What else now?” He raised a brow as you shrugged. Seemed you both got snacks you liked. “I’m gonna go find some comfy pajamas for us, at least pants.” You walked away as Cory took the cart, scanning for possible more snacks.

Reaching the clothes you glanced at the pajamas that both you and Cory might like to wear. Sometimes, it was a little rough finding them because you were a bit indecisive about it. Cory knew it and that’s why he didn’t rush when he noticed you walked off to tend to find clothes to wear. “Did you find anything?” He asked as he wrapped his arms around you. “I found these? They feel cozy.” You smiled as you held up the shirt and pants. Cory chuckled before nodding his head. “Sounds good. I got stuff to bake with cause you always want to make something.” He said as he gestured towards the cart. A happy squeal passed your lips, you couldn’t wait to make the most of it.

Cory parked the car at home, the two of you getting out and teaming up to take the bags inside of the house. It was all laid out what you’d do together, aside from all the hard work even baking would take, Cory didn’t mind helping you since this was something that always brought a smile to your face. As long as you were happy, Cory was happy and he wouldn’t mind giving you a reason to smile. “Alright!” You said as you placed bags onto the countertop with him. “Shower first?” You asked as Cory smiled. “What’s with you and showers?” He asked. “The water! Babe it’s warm! It’s usually freezing outside” you giggled as Cory nods his head, kissing your lips gently. “Shower first. I’ll get stuff for the movie and we can get to work.” He stated as you walked upstairs to grab some clothes.

Cory had waited for you, watching you walk upstairs before he turned to the living room. Cory went to grab the blanket you found rather cozy, pillows he knew you both couldn’t go without. He was getting everything cozy and ready for you while you had gone to shower. Yet his eyes couldn’t help but lay onto the pictures lined up if you and his family, any form of family photos made him happy and knowing you joined the picture, he was happy, ready, he was excited. Making you his wife, and just in a few more months, you’ll be his, forever.

He turned back to setting up your cozy space for movies, sighing softly. Waiting and waiting. But thankfully time didn’t pass on too much because you walked towards him in the pajamas he bought for you guys, your hair dried up and the smile on your face. “It was refreshing, are you gonna shower next? There’s more hot water.” You hugged him, glancing at him as he looked at you. “Yeah. I’m gonna go shower, don’t worry.” Cory says as he pats your head. He stepped back before walking to take a shower himself. Your phone buzzed as you walked into the kitchen, glancing at the contact name. ‘Berlin🔥’. You reached for it, clicking the green button before pressing the phone to your ear.

((ongoing phone call))

Y: “Why are you calling at this hour Berlin? What could’ve made you call me despite not saying anything to me today.”

B: “Well damn! Sound happy or something!”

Y: “Boy I’m ready to have quality time with my man. I’m excited.”

B: “I was just calling to check on y’all, see how y’all were doing.”

Y: “Good. Went on a date, had some fun with Cory today. We’re at home now about to prepare for a movie night.”

B: “Damn I don’t wanna interrupt, call you later.”

((ended call))

A small giggle left your lips as Cory made his way to the kitchen. “Alright.” He said as you smiled. “Let’s get it ready for movies” you said as Cory nods his head. The two of you had grabbed popcorn, placing it into the microwave as you opened up the different candies you’d put with it once it’s not popping. Cory took out the ingredients from the bag, glancing at what you’d use to make brownies. “You can pick the movie.” He turned to you, you gently smiled before walking to the living to find a movie to play. Cory stood by the microwave waiting and waiting for the popcorn.

It felt like time was taking forever but the popcorn was poured into the bowl, some candies topped the popcorn as you took left the large bowl on the counter. Moving to the brownies, you’d put ingredients to the mixer as Cory back hugged you, kissing your head. “This would make a good video.” He joked lightly as you giggled, focusing on your measurements. “I agree actually. Maybe some other time?” You asked. You felt serious and Cory was a little shocked by your sudden change. “You sure? I’d never make you do it babe.” He assured. “I’m sure Cory. I don’t see why not.” You shrugged before turning the mixer on.

He took his time holding you, letting you watch the mixer go before you’d stop it, taking the bowl and pouring the chocolate mix into the pan. “Still not letting go?” You asked. “Nope.” He shakes his head. You didn’t mind, it felt good to have him close to you, a feeling you always found yourself relaxing in. You’d place the pan into the oven before turning to him. “Movie time!”

You’d snuggled into Cory’s body, warm and cozy, your eyes droopy as you watched the television. You were tired but didn’t wanna fall asleep. Cory took notice and decided he would let you rest, even if you didn’t wanna fall asleep, his hands soothing against your sides always did it for you. “We need to get the brownies out.” You mumbled as Cory sighed. “The brownies are out.” He said as you hum.

“What if one day after we got married? We had a baby?” You asked as Cory chuckled. “That’s on your mind?” He asked as you smiled. “Just a little hand we can post online. But wouldn’t it be nice? Or if no kids. A cute fur baby?” You asked as he kissed your head, soothing your side. “I’ll think about it baby, right now you should rest.” He said as your eyes closed, you nodded your head slightly.

The home fell silent, the movie was off, the tv pitch black. Lights off, nothing but you and Cory cuddled under the blanket on the couch. Cory held you tightly as you laid on him. The rain hitting against the window soothed the home. You couldn’t wait for the future, and more moments with Cory.

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Han Jisung x reader (Y/N)

'You know that Jennie alreaddy found her soulmate?'

'How is that possible?!'

'I don't know.'

'I am looking for mine, for the past year. The past YEAR!'

'You will find your soulmate, i promise. Just take a chill pill.'

'You are easy talking Ashly. You alreaddy found yours.'

'Hey, i just got lucky.'

'Lucky bastard.'

'Cmon have some hope.'

'Yeah, like i still have that.'

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You were sitting in the back row. Your books placed in a very particular way. Your professor was sitting at his desk, sipping from his coffee.

Actually he was sipping way to loudly, it annoyed you. You saw other students started to come inside.

Suddenly you saw somebody. You never saw him here before. Maybe a new student? Could be? He turned his head around and immediatly saw you.

Your eyes connected like magnets, you couldn't let go off his eyes. He stared into your soul, you kinda liked it.

He came up to the back room and sat next to you.

Your body shivered, and your two body's wanted to touch eachother. There was like a sort of power field which tried to connect you two. The weird tense between you two started to grow. Your hand tried to reach out for his, but you controlled it.

'I am Y/N.' you suddenly said. 'And you are?'

In your mind, a little voice said: Han.

'I am Han, Han Jisung.'

That was problaby a lucky guess of yours.

'Cool name.' you smiled.

'Are you new here?'

'Yes, i am.'

'You know people here?'

'No, not really.'

'You can stick with me, like a magnet. If you want to ofcourse...'

'Sure, thank you Y/N.' you both smiled at eachother.

When the less started, you couldn't keep your hands away from him. One moment, you felt his hand next to yours. One time he suddenly grabbed your hand.

After 30 minutes he realised he was holding your hand.

'I am sorry.' he whispered.

'Its okay.' you winked.

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You two became close friends, because there was this weird tense between you two. It was easier to connect because of it. You both also had a sense of humor. A match-made in heaven you can say.

In the past week, weird situations happend. Let me explain...

It was very strange, when you felt pain, he also did. You felt joy, he was happy. You were secretly crying in your dorm, his eyes were red. It was very very strange, but you never thought something about it, untill now...

Today you were chilling with Lee Know and Changbin. Just watching a movie, eating some popcorn. Very unhealthy, but what does it matter?

'I don't get it, why are people in horror movies always so stupid.' Lee Know complained.

'Appartently, they like to die.'

'I would fight them, but nobody would harm me, mister cutie pie.'

you and Lee Know rolled your eyes.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

'I will open.'

'Okay.' Changbin said with a moutfull of popcorn.

You went to the door and opened it. By your susprise, you saw Han standing there. In a green sweater. h

'Oh hey Han. Watcha doing?'

'I am bored, can i stay with you?'

'Yeah sure, but you problaby mean me, Changbin and Lee Know.'

'They are here?"

'Yeah we watching a scary movie!'

'Cool!' he jumped in excitement.

You laughed, because it was kinda... cute...

You were sitting on the couch, covered by a blanket. Lee Know was getting more snacks because Changbin ate them all. You saw Han sitting on the cold floor.

'You can sit with me.'

'Hey psst, Han!'

'Yeah, sorry what did you say?'

'You can sit next to me. Under the warm blanket!'

'You don't need to- you know nevermind.' he jumped into the couch under the blankets.

'This blanket is so soft!' he says stunned.

'I have two of them!'

'Really?! Gimme it!'

'Here catch!' you threw it in his face, kind of.

'Thank you.'

All four of you were watching the scary movie. As always Lee Know complained about the tiny little stuff. Changbin stared with big eyes. You and Han were very close to eachother. Just staring open-mouthed towards the screen.

Suddenly you both got a jumpscare of the sudden scene. He wrapped his arms around your waist. You stayed in that position for about 20 minutes. The warmth of his body made you calm. You observed his facial features. His eyes were so beautifull and his lips so full. You wondered how they felt... were they soft?

Were his hands soft? On your body.... you gasped of the thoughts. Slapping your face.

'What is wrong?'

'Nothing, nothing. I am just *yawn* so tired. I am going to mine bed, y'all can watch the movie further.'

'Oww... you sure?'

'I am sure. Goodnight you three.'

You never had such dirty thoughts...

You layed down on your bed, staring at the ceiling. Not even 5 minutes had passed and you wanted to go back... back to Han... Hannie.

You looked at your door, wanting to go back into his arms. You missed his warmth.

You stood up and walked over towards your door. You opened it and bumped into someone. You looked up and saw two beautifull brown eyes staring at you.

'Han, what are you doing here?' you asked. Your hands placed on his chest.

'Your eyes are beautifull.'

'What?'

'Nothing.. Can i come in?'

'Sure sure.' you smiled

'Wow your bed is big!'

'Yeah.'

He ran and jumped into it.

'So soft.'

you giggled.

'Come lay next to me.'

you ran and jumped into the blankets.

You layed on the bed and looked towards the ceiling. You could feel Han's movements next to you. Suddenly he placed his head in his hand and looked at you. You noticed his eyes on your body.

'What are you looking at?'

He came closer to you . You felt his breath against your cheek.

You observed his lips. Looking from his eyes towards his lips. Maybe he will understand the hint. Your hands wandering on his chest.

His face was maybe a inch away from yours. His hands on your waist.

You cupped his face and brought your two lips together. Melting away from the taste of his tongue. The kiss was firm and soft, but it started to get more sloppy and wild. You wanted him here, right now. Not wanting to waste any time.

'Gosh Y/N, i cannot stop touching you.' he said.

His hands cupping your cheek. Looking through your eyes like its nothing. The connection between you two was so strong, you couldn't understand.

He connected his lips with your again, this time a bit roughly but still soft. His hands on your waist and your hands embracing his neck. Your tongues swirling together. Your hands wandering under his shirt to feel his muscels.

You heard his whimpers when your touched his tummy. It felt weird to have so much power. His hands interwined with yours and he pinned you against the matress. His tongue exploring the inside of your mouth. He founded your little moans adorable.

With one of his hands he pinned both of your arms on the matress, but the other one started to reach under. His hand found a way in your panties. Your fold were alreaddy wet of his touch and feeling.

'Oh baby, baby alreaddy so wet for me.' his finger slipping in your folds. You could feel his bulge grinding against your pussy.

'Oh Hannie.' you moaned into his mouth. Gripping into his arms. Suddenly he started to play with your clit much faster than you exspected. Your back arched and moans escaped from your mouth.

'I-i am ab-bout to-.' suddenly he stopped.

'I want you to cum all over mine cock baby.' your hands reached over to his belt, undoing it as fast as possible and pulling his pants and underpants down. His cock was big, but like big big. He threw his shirt to the ground. Your eyes were fixated towards his tiny waist.

He took his hard lenght towards you entrance. Sliding into you with a groan. His hands pining yours again on the matress. You let out a moan because of the stretch.

'S-so tight baby.' he groaned. He started to pump into you slowly. Never breaking eye contact. He loved your bright red cheeks. You looked so adorable under him. Overwhelming with pleasure. Your brain couldn't think straight anymore.

He pace started to get a bit faster. His kisses were this time sloppy but still you enjoyed it. His wet hair strands were tickling your face. He started to pump faster and faster into you. Your hands went into his hair.

'Oh, hannie, i-i can'-t.' your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your tongue sticking out of your mouth like a puppy. One of his hands went to cup your cheek, while he pumped into you.

'D-darling, y-you are doing so great.' his attention only focusing on you. His eyes were so beautifull. His sweatty body on yours. You let your arm hang and started to rub against your own clit. The feeling was so overwhelming that you cummed without any warning.

He stayed pumping into you untill he came with a big groan.

He gave you a sloppy kiss again. His hands embracing your body. You could feel his warmth, you could smell his perfume. After he cleaned you up and himself.

You hugged into the crook of his neck, you both decided to stay naked. To feel eachothers body completly.

'I love you baby, so much.' he whispered.

'I love you more.' you kissed his cheek. Your legs wrapping around his waist. Both willing to stay like this forever.

Forever, together.

Nothing would seperate you two.

Cupido would take care of that.

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Whumping the deer, then giving him comfort 7+ years later

Been thinking about how Alastor and Vox used to be friends. Thinking about how they were close and how it was possible that Vox was one of the few people Al really cared for. About how Vox could have wanted more, but Alastor didn’t. Didn’t even pick up on the signs. To him, Vox was just being nice and trying to convince him that they should find a way to blend their tech. Him saying he’ll consider it, and Vox taking that as a sign that Alastor wants something more. About Alastor having to fend off a somewhat drunk Vox who’s trying to force himself on him and panicking. He doesn’t understand where this came from. He told Vox he didn’t do sex, he seemed to have respected it. Had the TV thought he was just being shy? That his agreement to consider maybe being business partners mean he wanted to sleep with him?

Vox wakes up without any clear memories and brings up joining the team again and Alastor laughs in disbelief because how did he not understand after he fought him off last night. He says no and leaves. Promises that he’ll never change, never let people think they can influence him because they’ll assume that if he’s moveable on one thing, he’s movable on all the things. That he’ll be careful not to get close to a man again because clearly, they all just wanted one thing. All but him, for some reason.

No, he’s Alastor the Radio Demon. He doesn’t do modern things, people, or affection. That will not change.

And then it does. Slowly, like Wisteria up a wall. His fights with Lucifer go from genuine in their anger, then for their amusement, to playful enough that any outsider can see it’s not real. They play music together, at first to compete but then because they enjoy it. They dance, because no one else knows all the steps they know, and take turns trying to take the lead. It’s such a slow shift that’s it not until they’re so deep in that Alastor notices. And even then, it’s only because Charlie is talking about how the sinners who are coming to the Hotel are lucky, they don’t have to deal with the fights.

He panics.

How could he not?

The last time he had anything like this, he was nearly assaulted. And whatever is going on between him and the king is so much more important and being him so much more joy than anything with Vox had. He confronts Lucifer about it, only for the King to be just as confused as him because he never thought of what they had as romantic or sexual. He starts panicking as well, thinking that’s what Alastor wants.

That startles Alastor out of his panic. Because maybe he was just overthinking it. Maybe, as much as he hates to admit it, the thing with Vox is still making him jumpy. Reluctantly the boys sit down and have a conversation about it. They both agree that there isn’t anything, romantic or sexual, between them. They’re not dating. And well, if other people assumed they were dating, and the jokes Angel Dust made about it weren’t jokes but how he saw it…. That was fine. After all, they knew better, and people were so silly it was pointless to understand. It's comfortable between them, to the point where Alastor forgets to do his hair and has its curls out. He worries about how it’ll affect his image, but Lucifer doesn’t ever comment on it. When others do, the blond looks up and says in a confused voice that he doesn’t understand the fuss. Alastor didn’t feel like doing his hair that day. They all had days like that, but no one ever commented on how they looked.

Alastor feels himself relax. This isn’t some, ‘I’m trying to be more modern’ thing for his partner, it’s just him. And that helps. What helps even more is that he overhears the other telling some sinners that just because someone changes their mind on something on one thing, it doesn’t mean on all the things. Yes, your girlfriend agreed to try X kink, but that doesn’t mean you can just assume Y and Z are included in that. Yes, your brother came to be redeemed. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.

And some tiny part of Alastor, one so small he didn’t even realize it was there, heals.

He asks if they can go shopping. He gets new clothes, ones that stick close to his original look, but are still new and ‘more fashionable’. He dyes his hair. He starts watching movies. He gets some looks from the younger members of the crew but from Lucifer, he doesn’t get more than a raised eyebrow and a ‘how nice of you to give your coat a break.’ A smirk and a ‘oh! You’ve learned that there’s more than just red!’ A deadpan look and a ‘fine. But only if we just do movies. I still think it rots the brain.’

All the boundaries he established before are respected, both by friends and strangers. Some people try to tease or imply things about him, but it’s not hard to shut down. And it feels good. Good to be able to do whatever he wants, and no that he still has his rep. He’s still himself. One day, feeling extra confident and proud, he goes all out. Nature hair texture, but a new color. His new clothes, and a poster for a new segment on his radio show. And he gets Charlie to take a picture. Then a video of him using his powers. A picture, this time blurry and distorted of him in his studio, and a video, also distorted with him making a comment about his radio show.

He asks her to post it, just for kicks and giggles.

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chapter summary: sabine, ezra, chopper, jacen, and hera head to lothal for a celebration in ezra's honor chapter word count: 2K a/n: not the best chapter. later than normal. no beta. i'm starting to understand why i usually write the entire fic before i post chapters. bon apetite. taglist:@laughingphoenixleader@accidental-spice@kanerallels@piraterefrigerator@jedi-nurse@dootchster@lucasbridger@redroverrider@light-umbra@commander-tech {if you’d like to be added to or removed from my Sabezra taglist, let me know!}

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Chapter 4: Dar'tome

Despite how restlessly she'd slept that night, she still found waking up in the morning to be a miserable and tiresome thing.

She ought to be used to this by now. How many night's sleep had Sabine already lost because of Ezra, keeping herself up with the thoughts of "where is he now?" and "I could've stopped him?" and "why did he have to do something so kriffing stupid in the first place?" Losing sleep over him was nothing new— but like this?

Sabine shivered and curled back under her blanket, trying not to remember her warm wakeups from the past few days, or the joy she'd felt in her dreams last night, or the conversation from last night that had her in such a stupid funk.

Ezra had started talking about his feelings.

And she had walked out on him.

Given her experience with people, she knew what would happen next. Once she'd somehow convinced herself to get out of bed, she'd run into Ezra. If she was lucky, they'd awkwardly avoid each other all day. If she was unlucky, there'd be angry glares and a few heated words— and if she was really unlucky, there'd be a conversation about feelings, and if there was one thing she didn't want to talk about right now, it was that.

So she was surprised when, upon entering the galley and finding Ezra and Jacen laughing over their plates of space waffles, instead of ignoring or snarking at her, Ezra greeted her with a smile, and a "good morning, 'Bine."

"Morning, Ezra," Sabine said, waiting for it to register in Ezra's mind that he was supposed to be annoyed with her this morning, "morning, Jacen."

"Morning, aunt 'Bine," Jacen said, "mama left your breakfast on the counter."

Sabine rolled her eyes at the dish of space waffles next to the nanowave, wondering when Hera would remember she was old enough to make her own breakfast.

"Did you sleep okay?" Ezra asked, without a touch of irony or insincerity.

"Yeah," Sabine shrugged, as she poured herself a lukewarm cup of caf, "once I finally got to sleep."

"Good," Ezra smiled.

Ezra hadn't said anything rude to her yet, so she figured he wouldn't freak out if she sat next to him, like she had last night.

"Aunt Sabine," Jacen said, "are you coming to Lothal with us? Mama said there's gonna be a celebration." "Hera said that as soon as Governor Azadi heard I was back in the galaxy, he declared today some kind of planetary holiday," Ezra explained, "something about me being a hero and all that stuff. There's gonna be a parade, and a feast, and a bunch of speeches or something."

"Can't wait," Sabine rolled her eyes, then smiled at the boys, "I'll be there."

"Yay!" Jacen pumped his fists in the air "mama said all of Uncle Ezra's old friends are gonna be there!"

"Then who would I be to miss it?" Sabine smiled.

"I'm gonna go tell Mama you'll be there," Jacen said. He left his mostly-eaten breakfast on the table and raced off to the cockpit, leaving Ezra and Sabine alone together again.

"Maybe the only reason he wasn't being weird about last night was because Jacen was here," Sabine thought, "now that the kid's gone, he can talk about it."

"Did you sleep okay?" Sabine found herself asking, trying to fill the silence before he did.

"Not really," Ezra said, "were the bunks on The Ghost always so hard and uncomfortable?"

"I guess," Sabine half-laughed.

"Yeah," Ezra shrugged.

After an uncomfortable minute of silence, Ezra spoke up again.

"Look, Sabine," Ezra said.

"Here it comes," Sabine thought.

"Yeah," Sabine sighed, "look, I…"

"I'm sorry," Ezra said.

"What?" Sabine asked. If anyone had to be sorry, Sabine would've thought it was her, what with walking away from him after he'd done something so small.

"I guess I wasn't thinking very clearly last night," Ezra said, "I feel like I might've made you uncomfortable, and I'm sorry."

This was probably the best possible outcome, right? He didn't ask her to explain herself. She didn't have to worry about him trying to flirt with her again. Everything could go back to the way it was.

"It's okay," Sabine said.

So why did her forgiveness feel like a lie?

"Good," Ezra said, "because you're the best friend I've ever had. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you again."

Was it because he'd dismissed his affections for her as "not thinking clearly" and simply called her his "friend?"

But Sabine simply nodded and smiled and tacked on a "yeah," wondering if Ezra knew what she meant— that she never wanted to lose him again either.

But before she could find the words to say it, Jacen and Chopper came in, and she knew she'd be best to drop the conversation, especially because she might've led herself to say something very stupid.

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Ezra had a good view of Lothal as The Ghost jumped out of hyperspace, and Sabine had a good view of him as he saw his home planet for the first time in a decade. His eyes lit up with their soft blue glow, and his smile parted to make room for half a laugh and a sigh of amazement.

"Just like you remember it," Sabine asked, leaning on the back of Ezra's seat in the cockpit.

"Better," Ezra shook his head, and though Sabine could tell he wanted to say more, for once he'd apparently been rendered dumbstruck instead of just dumb.

Sabine had been on Lothal for a while before she'd found Ezra, but now it seemed to come to life in all kinds of new ways as she watched it come into view over Ezra's shoulder. The closer they got to the planet's surface, the more landmarks he pointed out with amazement and wonder, at how much had changed, and how much was still the same.

"Look, there's the old comm tower," Ezra pointed out, as they flew past the tower en route to the capital.

"Yeah," Sabine nodded, trying not to let on that he wasn't the only one who'd taken up residence there.

Hera brought The Ghost over Lothal City, which was rich with color and a palpable spirit of festivity today, and landed behind the Capitol building.

"All these people are here to see me?" Ezra asked, noting the large crowd already gathered in their hangar.

"The whole city's here to see you," Sabine said, "if not most of the planet. You're their hero."

Ezra smiled, which is almost redundant even to note in light of how much he'd been smiling since they made it out of hyperspace, but this one was somehow different. Instead of just being the smile of a soldier returning home from a long battle, this one was of a soldier realizing his sacrifice mattered, that he'd done something to bring change in the lives of the people he fought for.

Moments later, Lothal's hero stood before his friends as the ramp onto the ship lowered, Sabine and Chopper at his right, and Hera and Jacen at his left.

Sabine started recognizing faces even before the ramp was in position— Jai, Ryder, Tseebo, Senator Organa— and wondered if Ezra remembered them— or if they would've recognized him if they hadn't known he was coming. He hardly looked like the same young man who'd left them all those years ago— though his heart had scarcely changed.

Jai, Ryder, Leia, and a few others with political significance stepped forward to greet him.

"Welcome home," Jai said, and as he noticed Ezra's confusion as he tried to remember who he was, he gave him a hint by addressing Ezra with a familiar nickname, "Dev Morgan."

"Jai?" Ezra asked, "Jai Kell?"

The two boys were about to give each other a hug, when Jai got pushed out of the way by someone with twice his size and massive purple hands.

"Zeb?" Ezra asked.

"It really is you," Zeb laughed and picked Ezra up as he gave him a hug— which was something that, ten years ago, Sabine never would've thought she'd see.

Chopper beeped something at Zeb along the lines of an "I-told-you-so."

Zeb set Ezra down and addressed the droid.

"I believed you right away!"

Chopper beeped back at him.

"And I did not put a wager on it." Zeb grumbled. "Actually, I'm pretty sure you did."

They turned to see Kallus walking over to them, through the gap in the crowd that had been caused by Zeb's pushing and shoving to get to his long-lost crewmate.

"If memory serves," Kallus said, "you owe the droid and I each fifteen credits."

"Kallus?" Ezra asked, "you gambled on me coming home?"

"I spent too long trying to get rid of you to think it'd be that easy," Kallus smiled at Ezra, "welcome back, Bridger."

"You couldn't've waited another two years to come back?" Zeb mumbled at Ezra over his shoulder as he handed some credits to both Kallus and Chopper.

Ezra laughed, "if you want, I can go missing again for another decade or two." "Don't you ever do that again," Zeb said, the same way he would've told Ezra not to disturb him while he was sleeping in the old days.

"Yes sir," Ezra said, "but that's hardly a way to talk to someone who saved your life…." "Hey," Zeb said, "I thought we were even!"

"Well," Ezra smiled, "technically, I also saved your life when I saved the entire planet…"

"I'm beginning to wonder why we even wanted you back," Zeb said, and he ruffled Ezra's hair like he was still a little kid.

"Well," Senator Organa said to Ezra, "I suppose that's a warmer welcome than we ever could've offered you. The New Republic owes you a debt of gratitude, Ezra."

"Thank you, ma'am," Ezra said, "it's good to be back."

"It's good to have you back," Ryder said, "Lothal welcomes you with open arms."

"Then let's get this party started," Ezra said.

Everyone laughed a little, but for Sabine, it was a lot.

In all of the greetings and reunions, she'd kept a bit of distance, and as he was swept away with the crowd, she fell behind, watching from the outskirts as he followed them onto the festivities.

———

Sabine had taken her time in getting to the Capitol balcony— she'd seen parades on Lothal; she wasn't missing much. When she finally made it there, she'd expected to see everyone huddled around Ezra, hounding him with questions and support and camaraderie, and for her place to be off to the side, apart from it all.

Instead, there seemed to be a little space near where Ezra stood. She saw him turn back and smile at her— double-taking as though he hadn't expected to see her, but had hoped to regardless— and nodded at the empty space next to him, gesturing for her to join him.

"How could I refuse Lothal's hero?" Sabine thought, though she didn't really need an excuse to be close to him anymore.

"This is strange," Ezra told her, Sabine barely able to hear him over the sound of the parade below.

"What is?" Sabine asked.

"Having a parade in my honor," Ezra said, then waved at the people below, "usually we try to stop these things.'

"A lot has changed," Sabine said, "but I can't say I don't miss adding some fireworks of my own sometimes."

A firework exploded above them, though it didn't stand out much against the midday sky.

"Ametuer," Sabine rolled her eyes.

Ezra smiled a little, and she found herself smiling back.

Zeb, who was standing at Ezra's other side, started talking to him, and Jacen and Chopper, standing in front of them, joined in, but above the noise around them, she couldn't hear the boys at all.

But why did that bother her? Why was it so hard to have to share Ezra's attention now?

She knew the answer to that one— she'd stumbled upon it last night— those kriffing feelings she'd somehow grown for him, the ones that had, against all logic, made her turn away from him last night.

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netherworldpost · 1 year

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Hi Atty! First, thank you for being a source of spooky, otherworldly joy in the world and on tumblr. Secondly, a while back (possibly quite a while back) you shared a link to some starting-a-small-business resources that (I think) you made. It was possibly a google doc? I had the link open in a tab for a very long time, but now that I’m about to finally start starting my own colorful business, I seem to have lost that particular tab, and tumblr’s search function is…well…it’s tumblr’s search function, and therefore less than functional. Am I correct in that recollection and/or what advice do you have for someone who has never done anything like this? I’m excited, but also a bit worried!

I cannot locate the document either, I'm afraid. I've been in multiple arguments discussions arguments (is correct) over the last several months as I've ventured into "Hey I have thoughts, maybe they are useful!" so I might have deleted it.

I can sum some basics up

Keep your costs low, especially as you start out. You have to build an audience and this takes time (that's the bad news). Once you build an audience your audience helps you build a larger audience (that's the good news). The tipping points of scale are invisible and you won't know you've reached them until you're past. Just keep going.

If you aren't making a profit consistently, this is a hobby. There is no moral difference between a hobby and a business. It boils down to "am I making money on this, or am I spending money on this."

If running the thing makes you more You than not running it, keep going, even if it costs you money -- but, doubly so here, keep the costs to an enjoyable limit.

The point I want to express is a lot of people start a weird business, it costs them a small fortune because they attempt to spend their way to success, it collapses under the weight of said costs, and they feel a failure.

Unless money is no object (because of financial resources external to the business or you are creating something that does not have a production cost), failure fundamentally does not exist.

Making money is hard. The more you make, the harder it is to make more, so keep all of this in mind when you're designing your labor systems. "I can put a card in an envelope" is easy. "I can put 100 cards in 100 envelopes" is more than 100x harder.

This is not to dissuade you, it is to prepare a bed of moss for when the honeymoon cloud ends.

Focus, tightly, why you're doing this.

If you want more money, a second job is going to give you more for less hours of work. If you want the world to be different, this is a great way to do it.

If you want both -- if you want this to be a solid source (if not your main source) of income -- that's great. I cannot stress this enough: prepare for the long haul. Decades -- not years, decades. I started in the mid 90s. I got successful in the mid 2010s.

The best news is you don't have to make that decision permanently, you can decide every day to do what you want, it's your shop.

When you get a lucky break and you think "did I deserve this lucky break" put that thought to bed. It doesn't matter.

When you get an unlucky break and you think "should I have done something different to prevent this" put that thought to bed. It doesn't matter.

Your main competition is going to be people you post your things without crediting you -- 99/100 times without malice. Your competition is not the people who make similar things as you.

Once you reach a threshold, "giant corporations who steal from you" can be added to that list.

The point: worrying about another independent creator's work is not useful energy. Unless they are directly stealing from you, just keep going.

This is a difficult set of tasks. Keep going. Every problem you have will have an industry built to solve it -- not a singular vendor, an entire industry. Find who you are comfortable with and can afford.

When you want to do ABC and you can't afford it, reduce scope. If you can't afford Extra Fancy Packaging then use something cheaper. If you can't afford Extra Fancy Project Production then reduce the fanciness.

If it drives up the retail price out of what your customers will pay, if it takes too long to assemble and put into an envelope to ship, if it's too complicated to handle efficiently -- reduce scope.

Listen to me very carefully. Get uncomfortably close to ensure you understand this.

This is not cheating.

This is business. This is how business works. You continuously measure "what is possible vs. what is sale-able vs. what is profitable." and then go with the center of this diagram.

If you don't want to reduce scope, if you want costs-be-damned-I-want-what-I-want: treat this as a hobby. That's fine. See above points.

I cannot begin to explain how many books I have built that were Massively God Damn Complicated Oh God Why WHY and the why was "so it exists in the world." That has been my hobby-stuff.

I cannot begin to explain how many books I have built that were "hm, I shall streamline this, I shall enjoy it, my audience will enjoy it." This is business-stuff.

Sometimes I'll take a business-stuff thing and make a single special edition with water color or gold leaf or a special box etc. as a gift or just to keep. That's a blend. Acceptable.

Do not work for exposure.

Do not work for a large company that says "we'll give you so many business contacts if you just give us one for free."

Do not give free stuff to a social media influencer for a shout out on their channel.

The validity of these strategies is irrelevant until you have enough cash on hand and experience and an audience big enough to build an advertising campaign. If you cannot afford an advertising campaign, then you're in the realm of "reduce scope."

Your logo set in Arial in a single color with default font settings is going to last until you can comfortably say "I want more" and then build more or hire someone to build more.

Your website in a free Shopify or Big Cartel (etc) theme) is going to last you until you can comfortably say "I want more" and then build more or hire someone to build more or buy a template.

Last point.

Your brand is "I make X, it is of Y quality, it is available at Z-location" is 99% of branding.

You get to do this. You are doing this on purpose. You are doing this for a reason.

For a very long time, your profit levels will be less than the interest a high yield interest savings account would offer you for your investment cash. That is to say you could be making more money with 0 effort than you are with A Significant Amount of Effort.

I am talking about money a lot because it is the connection that links all businesses together.

This is your shop. Own it. Keep in mind, "This is my shop. I run it how i want."

If you are running out of resources, reduce scope. If it's not fun, reduce it to a hobby. If you're scared, reduce consequences of things not working out quickly. If people laugh or deride your work, block them.

I love business. I love the weird, complicated problems it brings. It gives me a focus. I love coming to the office and bothering my best friend with my intense nonsense that somehow puts food on tables and roofs over heads.

My life would be so much more straight forward if I just made art and either put it into the world or held onto it in private. I would be making so much more art in if I went down this path.

But running a shop, running a business, makes me more me. The shop and the art are not two halves of a singular piece, they wound together on a molecular level.

As long as that exists in my core, I'll be making a business. If it ever does not, I'll make it a hobby.

Don't measure penalties or lost opportunities.

Measure wins, big and small, of things that went well because you're smart and capable, or your lucky and smart, or your lucky and capable, or you royally fucked up but it worked out anyway, or you learned a lesson because of a past failure, etc.

This isn't a competition. It's a thing that makes you You more You than if you weren't doing it, so you are, to the best of your ability + the limit of your desire.

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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Guilty Pleasure Pt.4 (Finale)

Pairing: Jihoon x f!reader x Mingyu

Genre: angst, smut

Word count: 3.7k

Tags: situationship!mingyu, roommate au, mentions of insecurities, angst, pining (mutual and one sided), suggestive language and content, weddings, mentions infidelity, breakups, acceptance, and forgiveness, marking, mutual handjobs, cunnilingus did i spell that right

Summary: You know what’s shittier than liking someone taken? Liking someone taken by your best friend.

author note: so I have no idea how any of you will react to think, it took a very different turn than what I had in mind originally but maybe that's a good thing and maybe there'll be a spin-off or and alt. ending

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4 years later

You lay a kiss on your now husband’s lips, smiling against his kiss. You feel pure joy as he wraps his arm around your waist, the cheering sound of engaged excitement muffed through your locked gazes. You fingered through his styled hair, seeing how elated to have his partner for life, and you feel tears well up in your eyes.

“I love you,” you whisper softly.

“I love you too,” he says back.

You run the aisle, hand in hand, your family and closed ones clapping and following behind, quickly moving the ceremony to the reception close by, making a feast of the happiest day of your life. You see the faces of the guests for the first time today, their happy faces meet yours when you greet them during dinner, and finally, you stop by one table. A familiar man stands up to greet you in your collection of mutual friends smiling sincerely, although you probably didn’t deserve it, and you accept his gesture to embrace graciously.

“You look beautiful, Y/n. Congratulations.”

You hook your chin under his shoulder. “Thank you, Mingyu. And thank you for coming, so glad to have you here.”

“Of course.”

He takes his time to greet the groom, hugging him the way he did you, whispering to him how beautiful everything is and how you’re both so lucky. You feel yourself about to cry again and are held by your husband as support. He laces his fingers through yours, kissing your temple and making you feel warmer than you already did inside.

This was truly everything you wanted. Everything up to this moment lead to this and it was wonderful. There was not a thing you were regretful about.

4 years back

You told Mingyu that day you were caught. You fell for Jihoon hard the moment you heard his voice. It was airy, delicate, and sometimes empty. Like he had a void meant to be filled. You wanted to be a part of him. You admire and respect him, it made your physical attraction to him come out just as easy.

You could sleep with Mingyu all you wanted and as amazing as he is, your infatuation for his roommate would not grow legs and walk away. You couldn’t find yourself returning the feelings that he had and it didn’t feel right to continue the supposed relationship you two had together since feelings were no longer mutual. Or were they ever mutual to begin with?

You made a habit of not going to their apartment anymore. Jihoon had blocked you off from every possible social media and messaging app, not wanting to confront you or his feelings. You probably deserved that. You had more than an inkling of your true feelings but you didn’t act on them right away and you hurt people in the process. You hurt Mingyu, you probably hurt Jihoon, and you’ve hurt yourself with any chance to have a genuine connection with someone.

You did a lot of self-reflection, paired up with some isolation, it was thought to do you some good. Breathing exercises became your best friend along with crying. It was in that time of mourning of potential happiness, you realized you still had the shirt you took from Jihoon; the one he let you borrow and smelled just like him, especially when you felt alone.

You couldn’t keep it, nor could you throw it away, so fate gifted an excuse.

You store it away in a tote and get ready to see his face again. Before even a foot out the door, you meet eyes with the person that happens to be on the other side. His pupils dilated, fist paused mid-air and a mouth open agape for the sheer shock of the door opening without warning.

“Jihoon, what are you doing here?”

He places his hand by his side, dusting his pants off subconsciously. “I…wanted to talk to you.”

“Did Mingyu tell you where I live?”

“I…may have looked through his phone?”

You couldn’t help but crack a smile. “To find me? That sounds unlike you.”

“Well, I’m doing a lot of things I never imagined myself doing.”

You softly chuckle, hearing your heart race in your ears, “So, what are you doing here?”

He looks back at you wary, wondering if it was a mistake he was here, but he knew he’d regret it if he didn’t. He doesn’t waste a second longer and enters your home, holding a hand against your cheek and meeting your lips courageously for the first time. His touch was hot and passionate, claiming them without a guilty conscience, and presses himself against you. He takes his time parting, watching your eyes cautiously, waiting for you to react.

You blink back up at him, stunned, your hands shaking, your mind thinking that you’d never feel the pressure of his lips again. You hastily close the door behind him and press him against the wood. You loop your arms around his neck, massaging your lips against one another, and Jihoon couldn’t have felt more relieved. Your clumsy feet guide him through the floor plan, which he quickly follows, not paying mind how unfamiliar he was in a foreign apartment as his fingers play with your hair. It comes with bumping into corners, both your giggles escaping between kisses, and you can’t help but feel impatient, now roughly tugging him in the right direction.

Your steps lead him to your bedroom, letting him crawl over your body without breaking the liplock, and you force his hips to meet yours. Your knee ponders at his inseam, nudging it so slightly. He softly chuckles, stroking your hair softly before pulling away from your lips.

“So…needy…” he says between breaths.

“Just for you…” You grin.

He carelessly peels off his shirt, exposing the body you’ve seen once in real life but every other night in your dream, and makes you take his hand. You watch how it travels from his pectoral muscles down to his sculpted abdomen, which you savored every second of, and further down the top of his pants. Your fingers linger at the metal button, his grip wrapped around your wrist firmly.

You help him haphazardly, taking down the zipper, and helping him shrug off his pants to abandon them on the floor. He returns the favor, stripping you as he travels his lips over your collarbone and chest. You run your hands down his body, cupping his cock and letting it grow in your hand.

His teeth noticeably catch his bottom lip, grinding in your grasp, groaning beautifully against your skin as he marks you. You thumb over his tip, a thin film of his precut coating its pad, before continuing in full strokes. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

His fingers find home between your legs, sliding two digits along your slit and letting them get swallowed up inside. A small moan erupts from you, staggering your hands' pace and Jihoon takes advantage of that to escape your grip and prop his head between your legs. His fingers sink inside you so blissfully as his lips wrap around your entrance, his tongue settling in the taste of your ambrosia.

“F-fuck, Jihoon.”

He stops in his tracks, relishing in how you call out to him, having only imagined in his head until now, before returning with five times the vigor. You lace through his locks, tugging at them anxiously, while your eyes fluttered at the rhythm of his tongue. He laps up your arousal in pure thirst, his hands roaming up to cup around your breasts, rolling the buds between his fingers. His wet, pink muscle thrusts inside you, a vicious layer on its surface, and you cry out how close you are.

“So good…”

Your words went through one ear and out in the other, Jihoon intoxicated to fully respond. You make it clear when twitching your hips you couldn’t hold back any longer, your climax sprays arousal on his cheeks and shoots down his throat, which only encouraged the insatiable man. “S-shit, you’re filthy.”

Replacing his mouth, he brings his hand back to your entrance and lets you taste the work he’s put in. He fucks your warmth with his digits, not giving you a moment to collect yourself, his pelvis feeling you shaking sporadically beneath him. His lips, savory and sweet, defiles your tastebuds and you feel locked in his spell. “Condom.”

“B-bedside drawer.”

He snickers, following your advice and retrieving the condom from the place he was told one would be, wrapping himself up. His eyes meet your longing gaze soon after, pushing your hair behind your ear and delicately placing a kiss on your lips. “You’re really so beautiful like this. You drive me crazy.”

“I’m sorry,” you tease in a hushed tone, suppressing a smile.

“You should be.” His cock lines up with your warmth before it gets swallowed inside you, causing your soft whimpers.

His hand grasps the back end of your waist, pulling you into his lap. Your knees dig into the mattress, legs folding naturally in place, and you sink into his touch almost too easily. Your hands stabilize on his shoulders, locking gazes. “If it’s any consolation. You probably drive me just as crazy.”

He shakes his head dubiously, “I doubt it unless you came in the shirt you keep borrowing like I did thinking of you.”

You give him a smug smile and lean in, lips ghosting over his ear, “Why do you think I wear it so much?”

He scoffs in disbelief, arousal hitting his peak. He grabs you by the back of your head and pushes you against his kiss, tongue running over your lips. “You are crazy.”

He guides your hips, at the same time snapping his up into you. You ride the high, his hands and lips worshiping every patch of skin of your body. Your eyes roll back, moaning his name sweetly as you fell into his submission. He throws you back against the bed, squeezing your flesh harshly, jackhammering himself, groaning out loud enough for others to hear.

He throws slurs in the air, hot sinful streams of white release out of him, which was followed by another one of your orgasms. Your legs anchor around him, pushing him deep up inside you until your visions blur. His body falters, his energy escaping him, and he takes the time to collect himself. He holds your hot naked body against him once he takes care of the used rubber and both your breathing evens out as your muscles lose their tension. You think it’s over, it usually is, but he takes you by surprise by flipping you over on your stomach. You then realize it’d be a long day spent catching up.

One day turned into two, two turned five, five turned into two weeks, and Jihoon is more often at your place than you expect him to be. Some days, he makes a point to sleep over, which was never discouraged, and you were grateful for every second.

You catch him smiling at you while you cook when he should be working on his music. You playfully shoe him away but he doesn’t listen, back hugging you every chance he gets. You feel in heaven. It was the happiest you’ve been in a long time.

4 years later, Wedding Day

The toasts went smoothly, with a few jokes here and there, some stories from your childhood as well his own. Your grip tightens on him every other second or so, thinking to yourself that it was all really happening. You weren’t ever sure that marriage would be in the cards for your future, given that you haven’t made the best decisions in the world, let alone with the best people. All things changed when he came into your life. Like color settling in the sky after rain, a natural phenomenon that gave hope to the world, but in this case your world.

“Let’s give it up for the beautiful couple, shall we? To Y/n and Seungcheol!”

You grin from ear to ear, head hitting his shoulder as you look up at him. He resists ruffling your hair and instead squeezes your cheeks before planting another kiss. His arms come from behind your shoulder, holding you tightly to his side.

“That’s us.” He giggles.

You come up to kiss him another time, not caring how many people you invite to the event, and lace your fingers through his and the band begins to play. A familiar introduction belt is out and you can’t help but lock on the stage smiling.

Jihoon winks in your direction, smiling and singing his heart out, and you can’t help but smile back, grateful to have ever met him. You return a look back to Seungcheol, still looking at you with puppy dog eyes, tucking in your hair behind your ear, and swaying with you as your mutual friend performs a song that would forever be known as the defining moment in both your lives.

4 years ago

What happened with Jihoon was unexpected, but somehow you knew inevitable.

The more time he spent his time over, the more times you count him away from home with Mingyu. Jihoon being away a lot for work anyway, Mingyu would’ve been used to it by now, but you both knew this case wasn’t the same. As much as you liked seeing him, growing gradually deeper and deeper in love with him, your heart sank knowing it was at the cost of someone important to him.

You’d occasionally ask him if his roommate knew where he was at all hours of the day and Jihoon would give a half answer, almost avoiding the topic, or avoiding the guilt pent up inside him.

The truth was Jihoon was afraid of telling Mingyu where he was, knowing deep down inside he’s already betrayed and hurt him enough already. Putting the fact of the matter in the air would only hurt the younger man more, Jihoon rationalized. It was selfish what he was doing, hell it was selfish that he didn’t give Mingyu the time of day anymore since he took on seeing you, but he rather Mingyu hated him from a distance than in his face. It felt easier, or so he hoped.

You can tell over time how it ate him up inside. You were with Jihoon so much, you’ve caught on to how he lies. His bluffs were a dead giveaway partnered with how he raises his eyebrows, crinkling his forehead. He acts obviously, hoping to put the topic aside, only making things worse for him knowing he’s already into deep to enjoy this relationship anymore.

You cared about Jihoon, and you still cared about Mingyu. This situation wasn’t benefiting anyone but you, the sole reason for such a rift. You had something else eating you up inside too, but unlike the men involved, you knew exactly how to solve it.

“Go back home, Jihoon.” You hold up a bag of things that he periodically left over at your place when he comes by, which grew enough to fit a duffle bag.

He sighs, simply working on a track in his laptop, “What did I do this time?”

“I’m serious Jihoon. I’m not playing with you.” You sit beside him at the dining table. “You’re miserable.”

“Why? Look, maybe I've been down lately, but work has caught up with me. You can’t just kick me out.”

“It’s for the better…Just like how its probably better we stopped seeing each other.”

He halts before pressing the key, his full attention on you. He was baffled. “How could you say that, after what I’ve done? After what we did?”

Of course, Jihoon felt wronged.

“Exactly. You can't even admit what we did out loud and it’s not just to me. You never told or apologized to Mingyu, did you?”

By his body language, your assumption was clear, but he quickly came to his own defense.

“I didn’t have to. He knows what we did. Might as well twist the knife into the wound.”

You hold his hands, desperate for him to think clearly, to act logically, just this once. "That’s no excuse. Look, I have been so happy with you up until lately and I know how hard it’ll be, but he’s your best friend. He deserves closure from you, the truth from you.”

“...What about us?”

He gazes back at you in worry, not sure if he’s ready to give you up like that yet, after all the internal conflict, after picking you over Mingyu. Where would all his efforts go losing you?

“Because like we’ve hurt Mingyu, we’ve hurt each other, and I know we can do better about this, for ourselves. Time…will do us good.”

He was silent for a moment, taking your words into consideration, and hangs his head. He runs a hand through his hair, tight lining his lips before he feels the tears well up in his eyes.

“God, I hope so.”

Jihoon essentially moved back in with Mingyu completely, told the truth, and had a heart-to-heart. You had faith that they would heal together, and it was best that you wouldn’t be around. You had done enough damage and luckily, as fate has it, your lease was running out.

You ended up moving someplace further away and you let neither of them knows where you’d be. Mingyu sends his “forgives you” texts, while Jihoon would give you the constant “where are you” and “I miss you” until they stopped completely. You didn’t deserve their company or companionship, but you were grateful they thought that you would be. They were two good guys with a strong bond that you’d never fully understand not having anything like that. For now, you’d focus on being alone, which is what you needed most right now.

Seungcheol came after when you least expected him to.

You met him on a pouring night, like out of a movie you could say. He was working in place of a friend that night at the restaurant you were eating alone at. In fact, you were the last one to stay behind, realizing how god-awful the weather was too late. He also seemed to be the last person working the night shift and insisted you stay with him until it lets up.

He was handsome, like any meet-cute situation he had to be, but your guard was up, unwilling to make any more messes, no matter how cute the mess was. He was nice to you, you were polite to him, and eventually, the encounter ended and you went along your individual ways, even eventually forgetting about him.

Time could only tell when you saw him more and more. You’d work by intersections near each other where you found out his real job as a local pharmacist, find each other at the same lunch spots in the process, noticing how you have the same bus routes to get home. You had thought many things, considering even your safety, but if that were the case he would’ve done something to you months ago. You were left wondering to yourself where this was all going, knowing you were still on the matter of bettering yourself before having a new person be part of your world the way Mingyu tried to do and how Jihoon naturally did.

You didn’t fully understand it, or him for that matter, but he would change your life in ways you wouldn’t understand, and up until a very important event in your life you still wouldn’t understand. All you knew was he was a good person and he eventually became an important person that let him completely in your life happened before you realized it.

You gave him the truth like you should've done with Mingyu and Jihoon, instead of feeling pressure to do what you thought was right only to end up second-guessing your actions. You discussed your infidelity and what kind of person you felt yourself becoming and how it made you not want to trust yourself around people anymore. You thought that they’d have a better life forgetting you.

To say he wasn’t surprised, he’d be lying, but respected your choice for telling him mistakes you’ve made, saying it was courageous you’ve come to terms with it. He admitted to being guilty of doing things for the sake of pleasure, but you were human. You both were. It didn't change the way he felt about you, in fact, he thought that it was amazing what you told him. You were in the process of doing what others could. He gave you a sense of relief, encouragement even.

And for the first time, you didn’t run away from your baggage, you ran towards it.

4 years later, Wedding Day

You realized now it was the world forgiving you for your actions, it seemed like it was telling you were meant for that happiness and lasting love too. If it hadn’t been for Seungcheol, you would’ve left both people you’ve hurt in the past left in the dark, and they wouldn’t be here for you today.

You look at Mingyu and Jihoon at their assigned wedding seats together, chatting, bantering, and getting along with you imagine they would. You couldn’t possibly ask for anything more than their happiness. You were grateful they didn't hate you or resented for what transpired, rather they all admitted to playing a part.

Mingyu would notice the long chats you and Jihoon would have and Jihoon could obviously tell how fast and hard Mingyu was falling for you, just as he did. They admitted instincts took control eventually and they were willing to let the past stay in the past, even willing to be platonically in your life.

The journey you took for yourself wasn’t the one you expected, but perhaps it was the best outcome you could’ve gotten.

Your final dance with Seungcheol made that clear. As the lights cascade around your figures, dark silhouettes copying your every move, all eyes were on you but you know you had all eyes on him and now only him, as he was for you. He kisses your forehead against his, looking at peace with himself, and holds you closer.

“I’m so happy to be spending the rest of my life with you.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling, cupping his face in your hands, and you match his soft expression. “I can’t wait to grow old with you.”

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claudemblems · 2 years

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Getting Mistaken for a Couple | Albedo + Kaeya Headcanons

Oh how I'd love to be mistaken for their lover <3

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Albedo

The honest mistake doesn't phase him as much as it phases you.

It's not like he's been particularly flirty towards you, but he's able to rationalize why people might think you're an item.

"Hmm...I suppose human beings of the opposite gender hanging out one-on-one does raise romantic suspicions...It's also interesting to note that people seem to derive joy from imagining one person being with another."

Just wait til someone finally explains shipping culture to him.

If you're not bothered by it, he's not bothered by it, either. If anything, it's flattering to him in a way. It just goes to show how close the two of you have grown.

If it makes you uncomfortable, he'll kindly correct the commenter's mistake. He'll also try to think up some ways the two of you can still hang out without onlookers getting the wrong message. Though he's not sure how having you assist him with his alchemy has led people to their romantic speculations.

(Maybe it's because he's always glancing at you out of the corner of his eye ☺).

However, Albedo notes how his chest gets all warm and fuzzy at the idea. He's not really sure why, but when he looks back at you and considers the person's words, a small smile forms on his face.

Being your partner doesn't sound half bad, at least in his mind.

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try out some romantic experiments...he's curious to find out the results they would yield.

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Kaeya

Amused, to say the least. He didn't know you two were so close that you were getting mistaken for a couple!

"Oh? I thought we were doing a good job at hiding our romantic attraction towards one another. We really must work on our displays of affection in public~"

He just can't help himself okay. It's Kaeya.

He'll eventually clear up the misunderstanding with the stranger, stating that you're just a very good friend of his. He appreciates that people think he of all people is worthy of your love though.

Yes, he sneaks in compliments towards you while correcting the person. Kaeya thinks very highly of you. He finds himself lucky to be your friend. But to be considered your lover? That's a great honor.

If the misunderstanding made you uncomfortable, Kaeya offers for you to join him at the Angel's Share for some drinks. His treat, of course! There the regular patrons know who you are and won't ask any odd questions the townsfolk might.

He also uses the situation to make Diluc feel bad for the two of you and give you a discount lol.

But at the end of the night when you're chatting lively to the other patrons in the bar, cheeks lightly flushed from your drinks, Kaeya can't help but smile fondly at you, thinking about how much he'd like to be your real lover after all.

He doesn't want to ruin the friendship between the two of you, but his mind keeps revisiting the idea of being yours. You being his. And the thought is intoxicating.

Maybe he can convince Master Diluc to give him some drinks on the house for some liquid courage. When it comes to you, the only person who manages to make him flustered and tongue-tied, he's gonna need it.

#claudemblems writes #genshin impact #genshin x reader #albedo #albedo x reader #kaeya #kaeya x reader

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9w1ft · 6 months

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Hi, I know this is a very relevant topic but I've been following your blog for several years and your words and wisdom have always resonated with me, so I was hoping to have your thoughts.

I've always been a shy and quiet person with a very low self-esteem and a poor understanding of social cues. Not much is charming about me. Then we had the pandemic and my socialization set back by a thousand millennia. During this time I became what many would say "chronically online."

I just saw it as my regular life. On the Internet, I was somehow lucky and made a lot of online friends. We are like-minded, they are nice and funny, and it's great to see different perspectives. During this time, I also found a sense of belonging within the Kaylor community, and I still consider you all near and dear. My online friends and social circles have been there for me at my loneliest, darkest times when people physically next to me happened.

However, I think now I'm kind of growing out of that for several reasons. The Internet is a wasteland. Lots of drama and toxicity. Social media is becoming unusable. Also now that the lockdown is long gone, I need to be able to focus on my work but I can't get anything done because of my attachment to my phone where my online friends are.

Also in real life I don't know when or how it happened but I'm actually talking to people and going out of my way to socialize. I still don't think I have any attractive qualities but I am making friends regardless. I don't know if I am even confident but I do feel a lot more comfortable with myself.

With these real incidents, the risks and effort are more but it is also just as rewarding. With my online friends, I feel secure with them because I know what their beliefs are and I know they aren't homophobic or anti-atheists, whereas my secret identity would be a problem in real life. With my online friends, I access dopamine 24/7 anytime I want and I have the liberty to vent to anybody anytime. With my real life friends however I have to act like I'm fine and that venting might get me judged. However online there's just a lot of unnecessary pessimism everywhere.

With all of this context, I want to simply say that I am perhaps growing out of my online life, that a part of me wants to move on and focus on my real life forever. But I also think some of my online friends are really nice and wonderful people, and if I say goodbye to one of them, I oughta say bye to everybody because the cycle will simply repeat if I go from one social media to another.

I also really enjoy Kaylorism as a hobby. I engage with it up to the degree it makes me happy, as I'm following your advice.

I understand that this isn't an all or nothing situation. But do you have any advice for me? I want to know if there's way I can sustainably have the best of both lives.

hi anon ♥️ i hope you don’t mind that i posted this in full because i think there are others like you out there and i think what’s on you mind might resonate.

i think it’s so amazing that you’re finding successes and growth in your real life and it sounds like focusing in on that might bring you a lot of joy and fulfillment. at the same time, online life seems to be draining you a bit. i hope i’m understanding you right. if so, i think you already know what would be best for you.

but if changing up your regular way of living is making you apprehensive, i think it’s important to remember that as we go through life, we are going to need and want different things at different stages, and that there are a lot of things at our disposal to help us out along the way. i really believe social media (and by extension the internet) is one of these things— a tool. maybe right now, you don’t need to use that tool. and it’s okay to put it away and just have it as something to use as needed, if seasons change for you again.

there’s a conversation that might be had about choosing how to use the tool, or to drop the metaphor for a second, re-evaluate the content you are consuming or ways that you interface with people online and adjust the experience to you etc etc. but i know that’s easier said than done.

so if you need some encouragement, please do not ever feel as though you need to keep up appearances online to the detriment of your actual life. i know fomo is a real thing and wanting to be connected to the world is also an important thing, but there are also many things you can do on a local level that you’ll find will both fulfill those needs, and provide you with chances to expand the size of your toolbox.

plus! you can come back anytime you’d like. i think for a lot of us, especially on tumblr, we’re the kind of people who could go without talking for years at a time but still pick up and chat as if no time has passed. first and foremost, we’re rooting for you!

#go forth and prosper!#feel free to stop by when you feel like it!

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Day 27: The most special visit to the City for you.

I had great shows. I had some truly incredible shows. But honestly, I don't believe I had a singular 'most special' show. My special moments were so split across various visits that I don't think I could choose between them.

Perhaps, if I'd had a singular special show near the beginning of my visits, I would feel differently. However, honestly, I'm almost glad I didn't. I know me, and I would have been chasing that 'special show' again, and that would have led to constant measuring against a likely unattainable goal. I'm glad my special moments were spread around, because that made them more special in my mind and not comparable to the others.

If I'm having to pick a singular show, the only reasonable answer for me is the final show, 24th September 2023. We're now over a month after the show closed, and I still haven't spoken publicly about why this show was so incredibly special to me. This is in part due to the personal nature of what made it special, but also because I didn't want to brag. I didn't want to upset anyone who perhaps didn't get the same level of cathartic gratitude that I was lucky enough to experience.

My desire not to upset others is not down to reactions from other people. I have never received anything other than excitement and joy when I have been gifted an interaction they perhaps didn't get while on the same loop. Everyone I know in the Burnt City community has been unwaveringly supportive of the spread of love when it comes to special moments. This is my own internalised fear, baseless given previous interactions with fellow fans. But, things get bigger when we internalise them, don't they?

Everyone who knows me personally, who met up with me before or after shows, who were the recipients of my 'Burnt City Story Times' (actually only one person, but she knows well enough.) knows without a doubt who my favourite performers are. Standing in the queue before the show, when someone would inevitably ask who I planned on following, there was the 'of course you are' response when I told them I planned on following Georges, Seirian, Milton, or Tim. I so enjoyed their performances that I followed them repeatedly. And if I didn't know who I was going to follow, others would invariably find me following one of these talented performers at some point during the show.

It also helped that these performers held roles of some of my favourite characters, so if I wanted to follow a favourite character, there was a good chance I was following one of these performers.

For my final show, I wanted to split my time between my favourite performers, as much as I wanted to see favourite characters. I had planned on doing Apollo, Kronos, Apollo so I could see both Seirian and Georges in the role of Apollo, and follow Milton for his final loop as Kronos.

I had a premium ticket, so got into the building reasonably early (that VIP/Premium queue was LONG) and as I was having my ticket scanned, a FOH black mask gently gripped me by the elbow and pulled me aside. She told me that she knew I'd been to the show a lot, and if I wanted to skip the museum entry, they would be letting some people in through one of the side doors in Peep. The queue was huge, I think they were trying to relieve some of the pressure of people getting in. She told me where to go in Peep and left it to my decision.

Once in Peep, I asked one of the FOH staff if I was in the right place. I didn't need to go through the museum again, and the crowd around the entrance was already getting unmanageable for me to stand in that crush for an extended period. They said yes, I was in the right place, and if I wanted to grab a few friends who also wouldn't mind skipping the museum, that was fine. A few, mind. Don't go around telling everyone.

I grabbed three friends and told them about the side entrance. They all happily joined. There were maybe a dozen of us waiting in the side area of Peep. As the first group were let into the mask room, we were ushered to the door and handed stamped masks. We were told we could keep these masks, and they opened the door Apollo and Artemis usually enter Peep by, six of us let through. The next group would be let in as the second main group entered the mask room.

The first group were still in the mask room, or maybe just being sent through to Hades. We six were the first people in the space; an incredible privilege.

I went into the Town Square, and found Louis J Rhone as Polymestor stood in the centre of the square, taking a moment to himself. He noticed my arrival, nodded, and walked away. I was practically floating that I was so lucky as to be one of the first people in the space, and I decided that I wanted a final moment alone in the Tenement Square, one of my favourite locations. So, I headed straight there.

Only, I wasn't alone. I wasn't the first into that space. Milton Lopes was already stood in the Tenement Square. He was stood next to the pillar, not doing anything. I went and stood in my favourite spot (see Day 9 answer) and Milton and I just watched each other. Gods only know what he was thinking, but we both just stood there, letting it all soak and sink in.

Tenement Square slowly filled in around us, and when he moved to start his loop, I knew I couldn't stick with my plan. I currently hate Hades for being right that words cannot describe it. The feeling that went through me at that moment. I couldn't not follow Milton into the Cyclops room. I wouldn't be able to leave his loop until he did. I knew I would regret it if I did anything else. I would never stop regretting it if I didn't go with my instinct to follow him after that moment, the two of us reflecting in the Tenement Square.

Now, it's worth noting here that I have not been the recipient of any interactions from Milton in any role for some months at this point. The one scripted interaction I received was that he threatened me with the chisel maybe a month or two before. He knows how many times I've followed. He knows I've had all of the interactions before, and Milton was always so good at choosing new people to interact with where he could.

So, by the time we get into the tenement rooms for what I call the 'forwards backwards' sequence, I am comfortable with the fact that this would be like every other show. He would give interactions to the people he didn't recognise. He takes the seat in the first room and picks up the litter-picker device. There are a lot of people behind me trying to see, so I skirt around the edge to stand behind the chair and watch the interaction.

Only, he looks over his shoulder at me and snaps the picker in my direction. I cautiously step forwards, and he takes hold of the rim of my mask with the picker, lifting it up onto my head. He throws the picker aside and approaches me. He puts my mask back in place, he holds my shoulders tightly, and leans in towards me.

"Thank you."

Another thing you should know about me at this point is that I am an emotional sap. I cry at anything. I'm crying writing this. But those two words from one of my favourite performers in a show that I have loved so fiercely, broke me into pieces. Milton moved off to the continue through the rooms, and I was frozen, tears streaming down my face as the rest of the sizeable group of people on the loop filed past me after him.

A number of people passing by me were friends, and each of them grasped me by the arm, by the hand, by the shoulder. A squeeze of understanding, perhaps of recognition that they would be exactly the same in my situation.

I stayed at the back of the group. I waited for the backwards portion, and to see the Kronos wall crawl from the far end. We went into Klub, and I watched that scene from behind Polymestor's desk so that I could see Polydorus dancing in the office while Polymestor, Kampe, and Kronos performed in Klub. My favourite position to watch that scene.

We returned downstairs, and through the rest of the loop, as expected, a variety of people were chosen for each interaction. I'd had my interaction, my gift. I was exceedingly happy with that. But I had always known I wanted to follow Milton for his final loop, so I stuck around in the tenement square over reset as he took someone for the 1:1. I watched Apollo and Cassandra dance with Seirian as Apollo, so I was thrilled I got to see that.

And onto loop 2 we went.

This time it was as we were leaving Klub. In the Elysium hotel corridor, Milton's Kronos would storm back through the crowd and then find a spirit to sniff as he tries to work out what is following him. I've had this interaction on many occasions, (I sometimes joke that I was sniffed so often, Milton could probably pick out my perfume at the Boots counter) and knowing I'd had my moment in loop 1, I was not expecting for Milton to slam his hand against the wall right next to my head. He sniffed me, and then pulled back to look me in the eye.

He nodded and set off again. And once again, I found myself frozen for a moment as my brain caught up.

In loops 2 and 3, it is directly after this interaction that Kronos goes down and selects the mid-loop 1:1. The crowd around Kronos was huge at this point. Going down the stairs, I was at least a dozen people back, and there were at least another dozen behind me as he did a backbend on the banisters and stared up the stairs at us.

I was easily in the third row of the circle of people around the 1:1 door. There were people who had been around since the beginning of the loop, and those who had started following as we left Klub. Milton shone the torch around people's shoes as he always did, and there was a lot of shuffling as he moved around the group. Then, very suddenly, he turned the torch back, thrust his hand between two other followers, and held it right in front of me.

We went into the room, and he locked the door behind us. I am on the verge of laughing with the absurdity of it, and crying with gratitude. By the time we lay on the trolley under the car, I was emotional.

"I'm going to tell you the story of your life."

I was openly sobbing again. Tears streaming into my hair as he told me of the labyrinth. A very wet laugh as he remembered an out-of-show conversation we'd had almost a year earlier and reworded it into the text.

I'd had this 1:1 twice with Milton. Both times were before the change where the performer would put the minotaur head on. As such, I never saw the Minotaur with Milton, as he would tell you to close your eyes back in the early days, and apparently I do what I'm told.

I didn't see it this time either. Instead of putting the head on, he invited me into a hug which I gratefully accepted. I never saw the Minotaur while with Milton's Kronos. This fact amuses me.

We left the 1:1 and went straight back into the Tenement Square. Milton performed a crucifix aerial move against the wall, went into room 8 and closed the door... and he was done. The next time the door opened with Louis' Polymestor carrying Polydorus into the room, it was Nick's Polymestor who emerged afterwards, and Louis Kronos.

Milton's performances were done.

Obviously, I can't speak to Milton's reasoning for choosing me, or his feelings about that final show. All I can do is be incredibly grateful that he chose to share some of these final moments with me. That his performance (and I have said that it was never about the 1:1s, it was always his performance that kept me coming back) that Sunday afternoon was so deeply emotionally impacting on me. I don't think I will ever forget it.

I left Kronos behind to go and find Apollo.

I found Apollo in Peep, and followed Georges as he went through the Troy backstreets to his reset. I was stood beside one of my best friends, the person who introduced me to Punchdrunk, and an equal Georges' Apollo fan as he laid on the ledge over the door and reached a hand out to the both of us. I nudged her forwards to take his hand.

Every performer in that final show was giving it their everything. Georges Hann was incredible as he went through Apollo's story one final time. He beamed bright as sunshine when happy, and was entirely devastating when he wasn't.

I've said before that Georges was my Apollo. One of my favourite performers in my favourite role, and finishing this incredible, emotional rollercoaster of a show with him was perfect. It was absolutely everything I could have asked for, and I can't imagine spending that final loop with a character other than Apollo. That it was Georges in the role was as devastating as it was wonderful.

After the show ended (yes, with lots of tears during the finale from me) most people were filing out. I hung back, letting the majority go through first so that I wouldn't be stuck in tight spaces. Across no man's land, I saw a friend, @my-burnt-city (thankfully dressed in a furious pink dress, so easy to spot) also saying goodbye to the space. We clocked each other, and without a word, we both practically ran into a tight, emotional hug.

As we left, we got one final drink from the crate room water cooler (best water in show) and went around the crate room toasting everything from the best water cooler to Sallie the horse to the 1:1 crate. A final little ridiculous moment shared in this fabulous space.

And that is what makes this particular show so incredible. Not only the perfect gifts of performances and interactions from personal favourites, but the inexplicable understanding that everyone is feeling such similar emotions. That we all fell so deeply in love with everything this show gave us, and as it came to the end, we were supporting each other.

I think I hugged more people in that one show than I have any other combined. I like to think the performers were grateful for our love of them and everything they gave us.

And that's something truly special.

#the burnt city #punchdrunk #immersive theatre #greek mythology #greek myth retelling #tbc #tbc 30 day challenge #final show #24th September 2023 #Holy shit that was long. I'm sorry.#Well done for sticking it out if you're still here reading the tags

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random-yandere-fandom · 2 years

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Akame ga Kill, how delightful!!! 💕❤️ If it's okay, mind writing up some headcanons about the Yeagers with a very bubbly, affectionate and cheerful s/o? I hope that's not too vague!

OH MY! OH HELL YEAH! Getting a request from you... wow... I'm... I... wow... Even if I haven't been active lately on tumblr in general, your blog has been one I've been following for a really long time and one I'd recognize in a heartbeat!

Yandere Eren with a sunshine type of darling

Eren is unsure how to act around you at first. Sure, there are happy go lucky kind of people, but the circumstances make it somewhat hard to meet someone who finds so much joy in this world. Your bright eyes and happy tone just don’t seem to fit into something like the military, but you make do and fight and work hard, so he supposes there is nothing wrong about that.

The hellish training makes everyone quite close but he has to admit that he has taken a liking towards you. You are not unnatural, you aren’t forcing yourself to act like someone you aren’t, instead you managed to hold onto a childlike curiosity and a big heart for the world around you despite the cruel reality you reside in, your cheerful attitude lighting up the atmosphere after a hard day.

He will start to feel drawn to you, asking you if you could help him with training and vise versa, helping you and making sure you are not treated as harshly. The smile you send him when he aids you makes him grin just as brightly and he listens attentively while you excitedly talk to him about anything and everything. Before long the two of you are close friends.

His feelings will be quite obvious, especially with how he blushes and loses his composure as soon as your hands so much as brush together and with you hugging him regularly and his resulting stammering while he tries to calm his heart he will quickly become the target for a lot of teasing. You’ll eventually notice, too, and might even bring it up yourself the next time the two of you have a free minute.

The moment you tell Eren that you want to talk he is a wreck, his face blank as he silently follows you but his hands sweating revealing how nervous he is. As soon as you see it you reassure him before laughing awkwardly, quickly going over to confessing to him that you like him, too.

Eren will be incredibly happy and relieved, too. He was growing worried, he was feeling quite possessive but he was unable to reasonably make you rely on him more, spend more time with him and less with the others. This was perfect.

If you believed him to be the more awkward guy when it comes to affection, you can forget that. As soon as you are his he has to show it to everyone else too, always having an arm around your waist, your hand in his or at very least your shoulders touching. He still blushes every time you initiate though but is almost hasty to return just as fast, holding you just a bit tighter than he has too. You are finally his, you make his world brighter and happier and he will make sure that he makes yours as safe for you as possible.

Yandere Zeke with a sunshine type of darling

In his world there aren’t many things that bring him joy. His smiles are more often than not fake and even though he believes himself to be friendly to others, there aren’t many that he is actually close to and cares for. So it comes as a surprise for him when he suddenly starts smiling when seeing things that remind him of you. One second he’s out shopping, the next he’s standing next to some strawberries with a dazed smile because you once shared some with him.

The realization will be pretty calm, he has no choice, he can not reveal his feelings because of multiple factors, yet at least. He will go about his normal day, with the only difference being that he bought a bit too much of the red berries, maybe he should ask you if you want some.

His flirting will be extremely subtle, while he does not want to burden you with someone like him whose days are numbered, he can’t help but enjoy your cheerful reactions when he offers to spend some time with him. Not so subtle is his blush when you suddenly hug him though he quickly gets himself under control, coughing and diverting your attention somewhere else.

His love will quickly spiral into obsession, he could listen to you talk on for hours and recount every single word you said afterwards. He’s an attentive listener, using everything you’ve told him to his advantage and he quickly becomes your closest friend, don’t mind the others that just get in your way of spending time together.

The thought of not confessing to you because, once again, you deserve someone who can offer you a safe future, is abandoned along the sidelines. Zeke tells himself that he could offer you even more and while that might be true with the special treatment he receives, it also puts you in a dangerous position. Most of his free time will be spend securing you and your future and whenever you smile so brightly at him, whenever you randomly wrap your arms around him and with every minute he spends with you he knows he made the right decision.

This guy would honestly do everything for you, not that he would let it on. Instead you’ll only know him as your gentle and loving boyfriend who plans out fantastic dates, laughs at your silly jokes and becomes just as affectionate as you are. You know that he is in the military, but sometimes it’s hard to imagine him on the battlefield when he looks at you with such devoted eyes and an incredibly earnest expression.

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thessalian · 9 months

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Astrid vs New Friends

On a beach somewhere

Astrid: Wakey-wakey, chicken bakey?

Shadowheart: ...what?!?

Astrid: I didn't want to be shaking you or anything because you might have thought I was trying to poke your whatsit.

Shadowheart: ...Excuse me?

Astrid: Oh, no, I mean ... you're pretty but I'm all about the consent. I meant that thing. *gestures to hand clutching doohickey*

Shadowheart: *looks at doohickey in her hand* Oh! Right. That. Thank you. And for getting me out of that pod, too.

Astrid: Don't mention it. Glad you survived the crash.

Shadowheart: I ... saw you get knocked out of the front of the ship. How did you survive that fall?

Astrid: Given who you apparently worship, you'd laugh if I said "the intervention of some benevolent deity", right?

Shadowheart: Until I died.

Astrid: Good one for the laughing spell, got it.

Shadowheart: The ... laughing spell?

Astrid: Never mind. You might see it sometime ... if we're sticking together?

Shadowheart: You saved me from the pod, you respect my privacy, and you can literally insult people to death. I'm sticking with you. Plus if anyone can charm someone into helping us, it's you.

Astrid: Okay, cool! Now ... how are you on pillaging the dead? I ask because ... you know, holy person...

Shadowheart: I worship Shar.

Astrid: Okay, fair enough! Just asking! Now let's see what we can find.

A little while later, up a cliff

Shadowheart: What do you mean, we're going back for the intellect devourers?!?

Astrid: Well, neither of them was Us, and they looked hurt but I still saw them kill imps in one hit so maybe we'll get lucky and find more survivors to help.

Shadowheart: Like your githyanki friend?!?

Astrid: Iiiiiiiii don't think she and I get along very well. I don't like when people leave others to die just because, you know?

Shadowheart: Well, this is going to be grand. What, you expect someone halfway decent to fight will just step out of a wall and--

Waypoint Rune: *looks really weird*

Astrid: ...I think your god intervenes more than you think.

Gale: *sticks hand out of portal-looking waypoint* Um ... little help?

Astrid: I ... am not strong enough to pull you out of there. *touches portal* Please calm your tits.

Gale: Not in a calm place right now; and I don't have--

Astrid: Sorry, wasn't talking to you! Erm ... more specifics. Portal, please calm your tits.

Gale: ...That's ... actually helping! Just a little tug should do!

Astrid: That's what they all say, but I like a man who needs more than that to get any joy.

Gale: Wait, what?!?

Astrid: Well, that means there's a better chance of mutual joy!

Shadowheart: She's a bard. Highly optimistic and nearly sickeningly sweet bard, but still has the thing about the sex jokes.

Astrid: *pulls Gale out of wall, while giggling* There you go! Hi! I'm Astrid.

Gale: Gale of Waterdeep. Pleasure. Well, circumstances aside. I take it you know about the ceromorphosis?

Shadowheart: You know the technical name for this?

Gale: That and all the symptoms; no way to help. I don't suppose you--?

Shadowheart: Cleric. Of. Shar.

Gale: Oh. Well, if you're looking for a cure, and I'm looking for a cure, maybe we should do so together.

Astrid: So long as we can deal with any of the more ... illithid-y survivors. I don't want them killing any more of the locals.

Gale: Ah, an altruistic sort!

Shadowheart: Mm. Better than "I don't have to run faster than the abominations; I just have to run faster than you", at least. I honestly just don't want them behind us while we're looking for a cure.

Gale: Optimism and pragmatism, and I'm somewhere in the middle ... I think we'll get along just fine.

Shadowheart: Just remember we have priorities. And they are in your brain, not your pants.

Gale; Astrid: Spoilsport.

A little while later

Astarion: I found an intellect devourer and have it cornered; come kill it!

Astrid: If it's too weak to attack you, I think it'll be okay if-- *gets grabbed and floored by Astarion* Yeek!

Shadowheart: Excuse me; that is my sickeningly sweet bard and if you don't back off I will smear you across the landscape!

Gale: ...Ah, that explains the comments about priorities earlier.

Shadowheart: ...Shut up.

Astarion: Now, now, sudden moves might make me twitch and I'd like her neck intact, so--

Astrid: *head-butts him*

Astarion: OW! *reels back and lets Astrid up*

Shadowheart: I think you broke his nose. Didn't think you were strong enough for that.

Astrid: Learned that manouvre in taverns; it's a thing.

Mind-Sharing Thing: *happens*

Astarion: Oh. Right. You're in the same boat as me. Apologies.

Astrid: You're angry and scared; it happens.

Astarion: I am not scared.

Astrid: Well, since we are in the same boat, and the boat is the HMS "Turning Into A Mind Flayer"? You maybe should be.

Astarion: Oh, yes, because my turning into a monster is such a novel experience.

Astrid: ...wut.

Astarion: Never mind. Look, maybe we can control these things--

Shadowheart; Astrid; Gale: Are you stupid?!?

Astarion: *winces* ...All right, which one of you actually hurt me with that one?

Astrid: *sheepishly raises hand* Sorry. This is why I'm usually not rude to people.

Astarion: Noted. Anyway, yes, fine, getting rid of it, good plan. Are you doing that and can I join you?

Astrid: Sure! And if you still really want to kill intellect devourers--

Astarion: That was just a distraction gambit, but I suppose...

Astrid: There's a few down there.

Astarion: Oh, joy.

Later, fighting intellect devourers

Shadowheart: You know if these things hit us even once, we're dead, right?

Astrid: We'll just have to make sure you all hit first. Astarion, you're fastest of all of us, so here goes... *clears throat, pulls lute; playing and singing to the tune of Mack the Knife* "Oh the elf babe / has such teeth, dear / and he shows them / pearly white / just a dagger / has our new friend, dear / and he keeps it / out of sight--"

Gale: What the--?

Astarion: *Inspired; murdering EVERYTHING*

Shadowheart: I thought she'd insult them to death again, but this...

Astrid: "On the floor of / this weird transport / lies a brain that's / oozing life / and who's sneaking / to stab the next one / that's Astarion / with the knife..."

Gale: ...Now I want a theme tune.

Astrid: *finishes off with a flourish now that everything's dead; puts lute away* Working on it!

#Astrid the Bard #Thess liveblogs Baldur's Gate 3 #Baldur's Gate 3 spoilers

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Nerd Alert News: Spencer Lord Is a Gamer at Heart

Spencer Lord fills us in on his return to The CW’s “Family Law” Originally from Kamloops, BC, the talented actor grew up on the baseball field without a thought about an acting career. Shortly after he earned his degree in mechanical engineering with the memory of a school production of “Kiss Me Kate” stored in the back of his mind. The acting bug finally caught him and he discovered the feeling of freedom and joy on the stage, quit his job, and pursued acting full-time. Known for roles in The CW’s “Riverdale,” ABC’s “The Good Doctor,” leads in several TV movies, and now he returns to his role as the firefighting love interest of Jewel Staite’s character in The CW’s “Family Law.”

A gamer at heart, Spencer loved his Starcraft, Counterstrike, and World of Warcraft. These days he doesn’t even have a game console in fear that he’d never leave the house! Get to know Spencer Lord and be sure to catch him in “Family Law.”

Colleen Bement: Thank you so much for taking time out for the interview. Let’s dive into your role in “Family Law.” What was the experience like on set? What was your audition like?

Spencer Lord: I auditioned for the show while I was in Victoria B.C. standing in on a movie that a friend was making. Lucky for me I had another friend in town who helped me tape, and we just had fun putting it together in her hotel room. That’s the beauty of self-taped auditions, which is what we almost exclusively see these days… we can work with our friends who help bring out what makes us the best actors: ourselves.

And once I got started on the show it was much more of the same. Jewel is a generous scene partner. She and the whole crew bring a level of relaxation to the set that brings out everyone’s best work.

CB: Tell us about your character, Aiden Walsh on “Family Law,” and, do you happen to have any qualities in common with Aiden?

SL: He’s a kind man, a firefighter whose job as a first responder means he helps others in a way most of us can’t imagine. In a lot of ways, he represents the kind of person I try to be, which was sort of my way into him as a character. I think, as actors, before we start to explore the people we play we need to find the thing that bridges us to them. With Aiden it was simply that he wants to help people, and Abby presents a pretty unique, driven, attractive person who needs a shoulder to lean on. To me, it seemed like Aiden meeting his kryptonite.

CB: I’m a sucker for rom-coms, so can you tell me about your movie “Mixed Baggage?”

SL: A couple of stress cases meet on an airplane, immediately click, and my character misses his chance to stay in touch. They mix up their identical luggage and they happen upon a pretty sweet deal: gotta find each other to return their things so, whoopsie, we get to meet again.

The best part about working on a movie like that is always the people you spend those few weeks with. Everyone’s in the trenches together, working to accomplish a goal on tight timelines and with a limited budget. It’s always surprising and satisfying when you see the end result, knowing how hard everyone worked.

CB: I see that you grew up playing Starcraft, Counterstrike, and World of Warcraft. The fact that you don’t have a console because you’d never leave the house is hilarious and understandable. Do you ever get a chance to play anymore?

SL: Oh man… gaming is dangerous for me. Maybe it’s my ADHD. Maybe I was supposed to be a professional gamer. But once I start a new story I can’t stop. I actually just finished Tears of the Kingdom (because for some reason a Switch doesn’t really count as a console for me) and it was one of the best games I’ve played. Still got a soft spot for Final Fantasy VII and a good first-person shooter, though.

CB: Growing up, sports were a big part of your life and you never saw an acting career on your radar. Fill us in on how you ended up being an actor.

SL: I dunno, at some point you just go: Man, I’m not sure I’ll ever really be happy if I continue doing this thing I’m doing. For me, when I was around 23 or 24, that meant figuring out what lit me up inside. That was never really posed to me as a priority when I was growing up. Nobody asked, what do you love, how do you feel when you’re doing this or that… It was always, “What are you good at? Maybe do that.” So when I thought about it I remembered being on stage in high school and how exhilarating it was, so I quit my job and started taking acting classes. It’s a funny thing when you go from having a secure career with pretty solid earning potential to working in a restaurant and living paycheck to paycheck, but you’re happier. For me, that was a very eye-opening realization. Do what you love.

CB: I read that you have suffered at times with pretty heavy social anxiety. Do you have any advice for people who also struggle?

SL: This is a tough one. I’m sure it’s different for everyone because everyone’s anxieties are unique. A few years ago – because of the isolation of the pandemic among other things – I started to feel awkward, and horribly anxious in social situations. Particularly when meeting new people, but surprisingly when I was spending time with old friends and even family, I would feel intensely self-conscious to the point where I hardly felt like myself at all. What I felt like I had to do was force myself into those situations I found to be the most stressful. Slowly, gradually, the circumstances led to less anxiety and I felt more like myself. So as cliche as I feel saying face your fears, I think that’s a pretty powerful way to help yourself through something like this. That, and don’t feel bad or guilty about leaning on those close to you.

Speed Round:

Favorite Gas Station Snack: chocolate milk

Latest TV Show you’ve binge-watched: The Fall of the House of Usher. Beautifully shot, such tight writing, flawlessly acted. *chef’s kiss*

Movie you watch over and over: Braveheart

Favorite book: The Goldfinch

Marvel or DC: MCU for sure, but I like the DC characters more

Favorite country you’ve visited: Not such a well-traveled guy, but I love me some New York

Dawn or Dusk? Dawn

Pie or cake? Cake

What’s your dream car? Late 60s Mustang fastback

Camping: Tent or camper: Tent! Waking up, unzipping the tent, and looking out over the mountains is my favorite

Who inspires you? Anyone who is kind to those who owe them nothing

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Happy 56th birthday, Phil! Every year I write something on this day and it usually turns into a letter to him about all the ways he’s impacted my life. Every time it seems like he's had an even bigger influence than the one before, and this year is no exception.

I scribbled something earlier, elsewhere, about how hard it has become to write about Phil Hoffman in some ways—he's become so much a part of my life that it would be like trying to describe why I love breathing so much. I just do—I have to—it keeps me alive, and I love being alive. I love being alive in large part thanks to Phil.

Today was kind of hard. I used to set a lot of expectations for myself about how things should feel, but I've learned to just accept what comes. On Phil's birthdays, I try to be happy and celebrate his life. We hear enough about his death, even from the most well-meaning people and comments. But today I really just missed him. This is the 10th birthday he has missed, which is a painful milestone, but even the number didn't mean much to me.

Maybe it's because this last year has been so good. One of the best of my life. The lessons I've learned from Phil's work and his life have helped me grow into a more confident, appreciative, and I hope kinder version of myself. He's pushed me out of my comfort zone with incredible results. Far too many things to list here—don't want to steal the spotlight from the birthday boy, after all, though I did run the NYC half marathon in his memory...—but suffice to say it's been an amazing fucking year. Most of all finally visiting Rochester and meeting Phil's mother and sister, getting to tell them he changed my life.

So now it's his birthday—the day to celebrate and honor and remember his life, the man he was, the artist he strove to be, all the amazing ways he's made a difference in the world. And there were a lot of tears because I just wish he was here for it. I knew higher highs would beget lower lows. Having walked his streets in the city and met his family and had all these real, solid experiences, maybe the fact that he's gone feels more real and solid, too.

I come back to the fact that it only hurts so badly because I love him so much. This grief is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Is it worth it? Yes, it is. It always is. Even when it’s so hard, it’s worth that pain—sometimes for what’s on the other side, sometimes for the pain itself. The lessons within it. That's what life is, Phil said, all the joy and all the heartbreak, wrapped up together and beautiful.

Tonight there was a real pretty sunset and I sat outside in the grass and finished A Prayer for Owen Meany, one of PSH's favorite books. "If you care about something, you have to protect it—if you're lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to find the courage to live it."

Knowing Phil—through his films, his words, his actions, his community, his spirit—has given me a life I love, full of art and harm reduction and sobriety and Proust and relationships and an overflowing DVD shelf and starting lines and the reassuring sense of his hand on my shoulder and love, and the courage to live that full life.

He was brave and could be restlessly impatient with anyone who wasn't. He infused every role with a piece of his soul—not as a Faustian bargain, but with love and understanding. He made people feel seen, whether they were standing in front of him or sitting in a darkened theater. His love was ferocious. He fought every day and stayed sober for over 20 years. He pushed himself out of his comfort zone to reach new heights as an actor. He didn't really like to be stopped on the street, but when someone once whispered, "I love you," as he passed, he turned with a big smile and said "Love you too!" One thing I wish I'd had the presence of mind to tell his mom and sister is that, in addition to his obvious talent, I've heard so many stories about what an amazing person he was.

Happy birthday, Phil—also known as BK, Heat Miser, Philly Cream Cheese, Bill Board, bubs, Slip, Clyde Anderson, my PB, The Chairman, bastard, birthday boy (among several other aliases). We've already talked quite a bit today, so I'll stick to the basics. I love you. We keep you with us all the time—so many people who love you and who you love in return, family and friends and fellow artists and fans who saw truth in the way you worked and created and lived. We are so proud of you for every day, for all the time you spent with us, for everything you did and all that you are. I dream of your smile, your big laugh.

Thank you, Philip. For everything. For being around. You said you wanted to make a difference and you did—I needed you and you showed up and you haven't stopped showing up since. I want to make you proud and I hope I do. Happy birthday, Phil, I love you—you know the rest ❤️

#'carry me in your heart. I talk to you from there.' I hear you buddy. I'm always listening #angel of the cosmos #*

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