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evilwizardcrab · 5 months

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Assinging popular UK rollercoasters TMA fear entities.

Because sometimes your roller coaster autism and magnus archives autism combine into a secret, third thing.

Also, obviously most roller coasters are kind of inherently tied to vast/spiral, but for the sake of variety I'll only be assigning those entities when it happens to be really thematically relevant.

All clear? Good. Then in no particular order, let's begin.

1 .The Smiler (Alton Towers)

Figured I should start this out on what is quite possibly the UKs most iconic rollercoaster. At a whopping 14 inversions this Gerstlauer infinity coaster holds the world recor-

The spiral. It's the spiral. Yes, I know I literally just said I would be reserving spiral judgements for certain rollercoasters but just. Just look at this fucking thing:

This is quite possibly *the* most spiral aligned rollercoaster you could possibly make. In fact it might literally be the most spiral aligned rollercoaster ever, because with 14 inversions it literally is the most amount of spiraling you can physically do on a rollercoaster.

I mean, watch the goddamn TV Advert for this ride and tell me Fuckhands McMike didn't have a (yaoi) hand in the creation of this thing. Fuck Sanakov land I'm pretty sure the smiler singlehandedly counts as a failed spiral ritual.

It literally sends you insane! That's it, that's the theming! It's logo is a literal fucking spiral! Words themselves cannot get across how quintessentially Spiral this coaster is!!!! Even the FUCKING MUSIC is spirally!

It's even yellow.

So yeah, 10/10 spiral aligned coaster would ride again.

2. The Swarm (Thorpe Park)

From one heavily themed rollercoaster to another, let's take a trip down south to The Swarm, Thorpe Park. I'm going to be biased off the bat and say that the swarm is absolutely one of my faves (just look at that inverted drop!) not to mention the being only wing coaster in the UK.

That being said, despite my fanboying The Swarm was initially a hard one to place. My gut feeling was the Vast (mainly due to how it emulates the feeling of flying) or the corruption (literally called the swarm).

But then I took a step back,actually looked into the theming and lore itself, and it became clear. The Swarm is the Extinction through and through.

For those of you FREAKS no well aquiantted with Rollercoaster Lore, the story of swarm is as follows - an evil Swarm has destroyed humanity).

Thorpe Park even went as far as to put up fake posters around the park and release ARG Style adverts about it (and this song, because Merlin is nothing if not excessive when it comes to it's parks)

So with that in mind, swarm absolutely embodies the two main aspects of the extinction; both the active destruction of the apocolypse and the fear of something new replacing us (in this case presumeably sentiant rolercoasters)

3. Oblivion (Thorpe Park)

I'll keep this entry to roughly the same length as the ride itself.

You go in a Big Hole In The Ground

It's The Buried.

4. The Roller Coaster Formerly Known As The Pepsi Max Big One (Blackpool Pleasure Beach)

Finally, a coaster entry that isn't from a Merlin park. And being both the tallest and steepest rollercoaster in the world, let us introduce the pepsi max big one.

(off screeen whispers)

Wait what do you mean it's no longer the tallest rollercoaster in the world

(more whispers)

What do you mean, "or the steepest"

(even more whispers)

Wait, what do you mean it's not even the Pepsi Max Big One anymore? The Big One? really?

The Big One is an interesting case to me, in that despite technically being the tallest rollercoaster in the UK, there appears to be somewhat of a relative lack of discussion surrounding it. It's just ... there. Hell, while making this list I actually forgot it was the tallest rollercoaster in the UK. Not to mention the whole deal with its changing, corporate name. It just feels so Bizzare. Strange, even ...

That's right motherfuckers we got ourselves a Stranger rollercoaster! It perhaps isn't the most obvious choice, but I'll be damned if I hand over the tallest rollercoaster in the Uk to the Vast, that’s just boring. Plus, I personally find it quite thematically pertinent. Something about the idea of an object getting so subsumed by it’s corporate identity that when that is removed, it’s left with nothing. Something about staking a permanent identity on inherently shifting factors leading to a [redacted] Big One shaped void.

If you want to, if you can imagine it was initially Vast before Fairchild enterprises took a hit and Nikola Orsinov swooped in to claim it.

5) Stealth (Thorpe Park)

We've got ourselves our first pure Vast rollercoaster here folks! Coming in at a hot 5th place we have the 1st most fastest rollercoaster in the UK, that launches you 0-80 mph up 62 meters of pure steel baybe!!

And um.

It doesn't do much else.

But that simplicity is exactly what makes it so vast! The Vast wouldn't fuck around with complex things like "inversions" or "ride experience". It goes up. it goes down. If Simon Fairchild made a rollercoaster it would look like this. Take one look at this thing and tell me it doesn't embody the spirit of Mike "sought out the tallest ride at the carnival" Crew.

If the Spiral gets The Smiler as its quintessential rollercoaster, The Vast gets this.

6) Wickerman (Alton Towers)

Now, the Wickerman is another personal fave of mine, and (in my personal opinion) a key example of how amazing theming can elevate practically any rollercoaster. (To go on a tangent, I'd absolutely recommend riding this during the evening at fright night, if you can. The night serves an already great ride experience into something amazing)

Not only that, but the central theming of said rollercoaster centers around both a) Cults and B) Copious amounts of fire. So, in a manner clearly befitting its assigned entity, it doesn't exactly take an expert to put two and two together and get Ouch. That’s right, it's desolation.

RIP Agnes Montague you would have loved this ride.

Scratch that maybe not considering how she seemingly felt about her cult. Let me change track.

RIP Gertrude Robinson you would have FUCKING LOVED this.

8) Nemesis (Alton Towers)

What, you thought I could make a UK coaster list without bringing up Nemesis? Surely not,I wouldn’t dare shaft everyone's favorite (and currently unavailable!) B&M invert. Wait, what do you mean you don't want to hear about how it "holds up amazingly well over 30 years" and it's "Intensity rivals even that of modern coasters"?

Jokes aside, Nemesis was another hard one to place. Like Swarm, I had a very strong initial preference - this time for the slaughter, mainly due to the whole "trapped alien" deal it has going on.

But, once again like The Swarm, another look into the deeper RollerCoaster Lore (TM) revealed another core aspect of nemesis - this time, that of the Buried.

Specifically, the Lore of Nemesis centers around a mysterious alien entity (aptly named nemesis) found Buried deep underground, and having to promptly be pinned down with tons of steel (which also coincidentally, happend to be the exact shape of a rollercoaster). Hell, the lore even had a comic book made of it.

Not only that, but the actual construction of Nemesis actively involved digging up the earth in order to create the space for it. And if that doesn't scream "buried" it's probably because you can’t hear it under all the layers of dirt.

Honerable Mentions - Kiddy Coaster Edition

9. Flying Fish (Thorpe Park)

It's everones favourite Thorpe Park Kiddy coaster, Flying fish - a coaster with a title that is only 50% inaccurate.

In all seriousness I only chose this coaster because for some inexplicable reason I associate it with the Lonely. Specifically, Peter Lucas. No, I cannot justify this choice other than the fact that look at it and tell me you can't picture Lucas sitting on this, alone, going around and around. He doesn't move or make a sound. Just sits there. Silently .Having the time of his life.

I like to imagine he buys out the entirety of the park for a day with the Lucas family fortune just so he can enjoy this one ride without having to see another human being (you wouldn't catch him dead in a theme park otherwise)

And this is probably as good a point as any to finish the list. Obviously there are way more UK rollercoasters you could assign fears to but these felt like some of the more interesting ones to explore. Anyway if you made it this far then damn. Well done, but also thanks for sharing in this incredibly niche magnus brainrot with me :)

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yuhi-san · 2 years

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More darius head canons cause i'm on a roll

(Mosty hexside & early being mentored by previous gg)

Darius did well in school and with grades. Except in group assingments, he would often argue on end with others if they didn't agree with him. He grew out of that, thankfully, and did learn to compromise with others

He was the kind of kid and teen that would say to your face whatever he thought about you at any time. He could be very tactless without a second thought. He grew mostly out of that, too. But even now he can come off as harsh and mean even if he really does intend not to.

Darius is not a graceful loser. At all. Especially in card and board games. He did not grow out of that one.

He has s amazing pokerface but still lost in hexes hold em to eda so many times that he stopped playing entirely

He knows eda was cheating but can't prove it and it drives him nuts (eda loves to rub it in)

He and eda obviously knew each other well (being somewhat infamouse in their own right) but darius was definitelly frendlier with lilith

They would grouse to each other about eda and raines love dancing

When lilith was younger, overly worried about what her mom would think of her lack of interest in a partner and was also feeling inadequate to eda, she asked darius once to pose as her bf (so she is not the odd one out at dinner with her parents and eda & raine)

He told her flat out no and that nothing would ever get him to subject himself to something like that

Alador was the first friend darius made after moving to bonesburough, by putting one of his fires out (literally)

(If asked how alador could rope him so easily into everything darius will just give an exasperate look a la i wish i knew)

Speaking of young alador, he was always full of ingenuity but combined with the limited experience and foresight of a young teen this made him one hell of a safety hazard for the general public

Darius and odalia do a lot of damage control (but sometimes they would egg him on if they thought his idea to be fun but they would never admit to that out loud)

Darius sass initialy went over aladors head a lot (its not that he is stupid, just often too caught up in his own mind). However, he soon figured out that acting extra dense is a sure way to annoy the loving daylight out of darius

Young darius can usually tell if alador is just trolling him but can't help but get railed up anyway

He is uninterested in sports

Perry once asked asked darius to help out commenting on a grudgby game because his partner was sick. He regretted it a lot

Darius commentary was mostly roasting the players, which did not go over well

While he knows very well that logic can't really effect emotions, he gets easily frustrated with how ridiculous people with crushes can act

"If you like them, ask them out. They say yes, great. They say no, you can start getting over it" simple.

It's what he tells both raine and odalia and later hunter

Hunter thinks it's the dumbest advice he ever heard and he needs to talk to someone who actually has experience with this stuff. Darius strongly agrees with the second part

Darius is very, very resentful. Like holy crap

You might not notice him having a grudge because he can be very quiet and patient about it but it will bite you in the ass if you wrong him (or the people he cares about)

However, he also wont forget good deeds done to him and will always repay them

Darius has almost always a comeback to everything and greatly enjoys to have the last word

If he suddenly does not dignify you with another comment, that does not mean you got the better of him. It means you are treading very dangerous water

He is very vocal when making his frustration and annoyance know but when he gets quiet you really need to worry

Because i see all that tickling stuff: darius is not ticklish but trying to just get your hands all over him equals instant regret. He has very little tolerance for that

Eber getting to clamber all over him is a privilege that comes with a long and strong friendship

Also eber knows darius very well. They know what is and is not okay and can read darius mood easily

He's the wine aunt (the you are supposed to savour a good drink you heathens version)

He is a somewhat picky eater/a foodie

Darius fought gilbert park during a match at a covention, lost spectacularly & got a concussion out of it*

When his mentor sent him on a mission with eber for the firsr time, darius first thought upon seeing eber fresh out of the woods (coverd in mud and leafs) was: what tf did i do to piss my mentor off like that

While darius already understood some beast speak, he was far from fluent

Their first mission together was to hunt a stonesleeper, just a few months before his mentors death

Once darius did learn about grimwalkers he felt very, very sick about it and occasionally it still haunts him

He did pick his coven rather late compared to most. The abomination coven wanted to train him as the next coven head but he was also a great candidate for the emperors coven as the golden guards mentee. He decided upon his mentors death (based on which would be more useful)

Eberwolf would initially gift him small obscure and often downright disgusting things. Darius is very grossed out but also deep down too much of a softie to throw it out so it is all in a box now

Beast custom can be very different from witches so he actually has no idea if eber was geniun or already trolling him by then. It's too late to ask now, it would be awkward

He is so not a morning person

He has a talent for arts and crafts

Darius refused to participate in dancing at grom. He thinks its ridiculouse (mostly he is just a bad dancer)

If he has to pick between really cold and really hot, he rather takes the cold

Darius rarely gets drunken but when then he will either a) crack up about everything or b) say some super messed up stuff that is so far beyond morbid humor (but sounded very funny in his drunken mind)

He is not a fan of his drunken self. At all. He knows he is mortifying.

The first time he accidentally sees his mom and step dad make out, he tells them no need to be sorry, he will just ask odalia to burn the memory

Unless someone might die or get seriously messed up, darius is a strong believer in the 'let them slug it out' philosophy.

Alador once thought it was a good idea to get in the middle of a bitch fight between odalia and boshas mom. The outcome just supports darius in his opinion

He's petty. So petty

Once the whole dou and collector thing bloes over, alador is the one to approach darius to maybe work out some things/patch up whatever friendship they have left. He is very awkward about it

A lot of small things caused their falling out, rather than one big thing. Though a big part is that darius didn't feel it was save to confide in alador about his mentor and belos and

Darius is initially surprised, then of course aloof and somewhat sceptical, probably wondering in the back of his mind what the goal/catch is

Darius too will have to relearn some things after all these years of being a rebel and part of belos inner circle

He does pretty well with hunter considering he does not even have experience with normal teens but man darius would not know how to deal with edric and emira for more than 20 minutes

* i swear i will write this story because it is also how darius meets his mentor. I wilö write it. I want to so badly

#darius the owl house #darius deamonne #the owl house #toh #head canon #the owl house headcanon #alador blight #odalia blight #eberwolf owl house #eberwolf the huntsman #eda clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #hunter owl house #raine whispers #previous golden guard

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poupeesdecirque · 4 months

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Incomings, WiPs & Plans for February

First of all, my big announcement for this month: I bought the doll base for Howard Link <3 he will be a Charmdoll LaiKa! As the boy got released I instantly knew this will be my Link, I waited almost 7 months the last time so .. I don't think I will see him before summer.

My current incomings look like this now:

No updates on the other bodies or Pallu by now, but that's okay C:

In terms of Work in Progress dolls, those are the dolls that are currently unfinished:

Yup, you see that right. That pile SHRANK down to basically the ones needing bodies and Darjeeling. And Darjeeling is just waiting for a dress to be finished then.

I *could* start on Adam's clothes as I have the pattern and fabrics here but I think i will do that once his body got shipped. For Kanda and Maple I need the bodies for measurements.

Everyone else is finished. Only small adjustments or upgrades left like swapping eyes or shoes. For bby!Allen I am still working on some little additions, like a plushy

Not done cutting parts here, I'm considering doing a scaled up version for personal fun reasons, why not having a huge Timcampy?

Other than that I will most likely spend the next day tidying up my sewing mess and organizing fabrics, buttons and materials, I.. went a bit wild the last days.

Because yeah... you maybe were able to guess it but Lavi is done. Just finished him today, I have yet to put his photos into the queue, I'm trying to sort my mind right now because the last month was a lot. All I can tell right now is that it feels like a huge burden is off my chest, I think the curse is finally broken, he lost his 'tainted' status shortly after I wrote the blog entry about those dolls but now the 'preorders from hell' finally came to an end (I ignore the one going on though I just sit here and wait that's okay) and that's just ... wow. That needs to sink in.

Inbetween I'm working on my assinged page for the redraw project, I want to give it more time than I usually take as this project is special and I draw a lot therefore improve here and there and I don't want to redo the whole thing in like 2 weeks again just because I rushed it x_x'

When Tim is done I will revert to working on Cosplay and will start on my variant of Crown Clown, which is roughly planned for the Dokomi to be finished. I tested some of the materials today and I think this will be a fun project overall as I can be more artistic this time.

While we are at 'artistic' I have an appointment on the 16th to get my 4th tattoo, this will go onto my left arm to continue my sleeve. It's just my sketch, my artist want to mash up several ideas for the border to match more with the vibe of the Manga & the rest of my shoulder.

He was also amazed how well my shoulder tattoo has healed and how great the shading came out. Dunno if I will be able to do much after getting the tattoo but I'm right handed therefore... maybe a bit less on the strenght training then.

Oh, my juggling has advanced a bit, I am now able to catch 3 balls more than once, I'm still not close to juggle 3 balls but tiny steps here.

Doll Photoshootings is the thing getting time cut though, the weather here is awful anyways :/ hope it will get better soon but the days get longer and then I have more time in the evenings.

#blog #incomings #link #doll plans

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crochetotterblog · 1 year

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My California Girl

Chapter 2: October

WORD COUNT: 1,532💕

Summary: Jason Carter finds something he isn’t supposed to in a place where he shouldn’t be. Max and group get the courage to talk to Billy about winter break; his eyes lighting up at the word “California”

A/N: i am so sorry i havent been posting anything, i promise to fix it and be more active now that finals are over!!

Warning(s): Fighting, mentioning of a nude picture, (if i missed some tell me please)

Finally, October hit Hawkins High. Not too long before they will break the news to Billy. Billy slammed the brakes to his Camaro screeching to a holt in his parking spot, opening his glove box to find a picture of the both of you, him in his makeshift crop top and shorts and you in a lovely short white sheer dress with sunflowers. He smiled at the photo before Tommy and Carol knocked on his window. Billy wasn't one to scare, no one knew what would happen if you did. It was like walking on eggshells. But this time Billy jumped a little before shoving the picture into his wallet as he stepped out of the car. "What's that babe?" Carol asked Billy with a sweet poison-filled smile. Billy didn't answer, it was like he wasn't himself, their fifth-year anniversary was on the 29th of September, and now it is Monday. Billy is back at school with his old and dumb friends. What can he do that doesn't involve hurting people right now? Nothing. Nothing can help. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and his matching lighter, a small bic lighter, red, with a black bedazzled heart, missing its other half. "What kind of girly shit is that?" Tommy asked. Billy didn't answer his 'best friend' why would he anyway? He is having a rough time coping with not being near his girl. Billy lit his cigarette, putting his broken heart lighter in his back pocket. Tommy held onto Carol's waist confused, she too was confused about why Billy had a bedazzled lighter with a black heart. He normally has this metal badass-looking one, but I guess things change. Billy took his steps to the schoolyard, cigarette between his lips as his eyes looked around at all of those who were either scared of him, wanted to fuck him or to be his friend.

Throughout the day his so-called friends came up to him asking him questions about his lighter; how do they know about this special item. Throughout the day it was hell, Billy was so frustrated he couldn't focus on the assingments piling up in front of him. He wonders what his sunkissed baby is doing; does she still think about him? Does she still love him? Want to be with him? Did she find someone else? As Billy was walking down the hall to the lunch room, looking around to see all the happy couples talking, hugging, kissing; laughing together. So what, he plans to see his love soon, he isn''t sure when but he hopes it is super soon. Standing next to the door he can see his sister Max, chatting with Lucus and the 'Hellfire Club'. He shock his head slightly with a smile. He thought about walking over to their table and to sit with them, even if he has a rep to maintan that is his baby sister, he is trying to mend the relationship he had with her, where they would go out surfing, or go on stupid little adventures.

What else can he do? His way to calm down, not drink himself to death or do something so stupid that he wont be able to see you again. The bell rang. School was finished, he is so tired of it. He began walking towards the parking lot, Jason and his buddies were standing near his car, well actually Jason was in his car going through his glovebox. Billy didn't lock his car at the school, because no one would mess with him, but now that he isn't himself because it is your anniversity week. Billy quickened his step towards his car; he could hear his sister and her friends walk out of the school chatting up a storm. But she stopped, once she saw Billy confronting Jason who was now sitting in the passeneger side of his camero. "What are you doing Carter, last time I check this ain't your car" Billy snarled. Jason only looked up at him, smirking hiding something in his hand. Max walked over to her ride with everyone else, to at least give the impression that if Jason was going to do something to the King of Hawkins he had another thing coming. A small gang of juiniors sure will put him straight and keep him from doing something stupid. "Well Hargrove, I was thinking, where I can find a slut like this one" he smirked opening his hand to show a naughty picture of you, cluching your breasts together covered in Billy's seed. Billy's facial expression changed, the only nude photo he had of you in his glovebox, was found He hid it so well though, how did Carter find it?

The next thing that goes through Billy's mind is to get that photo back. Before Max could yell at Billy to stop, a fight broke out. Billy threw heavy punches, slamming into Jason's face, a red spot started to take shape of his fist; Jason's friends didn't dare help him, after all the King of Hawkins was beating the fuck out of Jason, who was promoted to the team coach due to Billy being in the hospital after the mall insident. Billy could't take it anymore, he needed you. He couldn't wait till he had stacked up his money. He needs to see you now, right fucking now. Once Jason had dropped the photo Billy snatched it and pulled Jason out and threw him to the ground. "Stay away from me and my fucking car!" he yelled. All Jason did was whimper and whine in response as his buddies helped him up and ushered him to their cars. "Billy!" Max screamed, he whipped around to find the red head speedwalking towards him, he shook his hands that were starting to swell. "Hey shitbird," he huffed. "We need to leave this stupid town. Or at least I have to leave this stupid town" he sighed. Max's soft expression changed, "Billy, I wan't to leave too but my friends and boyfriend are here. I can't just ditch them, even thugh I want to go back to Cali" she sighed. Billy nodded at the little carrot top.

Max wasn’t sure if he would last untile December, but he might? Hopefully Max can change his state of mind until then, have go back to normal if possible?

—Start of Winter Break—

Max practically jumped out bed and rushed to the door, checking the clock 3:30am she couldn’t contain herself. Everyone waited outside for Max and Billy, she ran into Billy’s room, jumping on his bed, shaking him awake. At first he was angry until Max basicaly whisper screamed at him, “Come on! Get up, we are going to the airport!” he sighed. They invited him to Cali thanks to Mike’s lovely idea. He was so ready to suprise you. Hopefully you haven’t forgotten him or found someone new. Once they reached the airport, that was when everything started to go rather nicely? Strange for a plane ride for Billy; normally something goes wrong, seats get swapped, infront of a chair kicking child or near a crying baby. ‘Attention passengers, we will be landing in 20 minutes’ the speakers roared. Billy’s hands started to shake, he was so nervouse that he wouldn’t be able to hug you, kiss you, take off your clothes, make music with you, your happy screams just get him off. He needsyou, he craves you right now. Max and El watched Billy shake for the rest of the flight, his eyes darting to anything that moved or made a sound. the two girls looked at each other and exchanged sad glances.

—Welcome to Cali—

They finally made it, Steve tried to get the kids to listen to him for the nt time. It was a busy airport and he needed to do a head count. Eddie just ran around with the kids, not the best thing to be doing for this 20 year old man. Billy took a deep breathe, the crisp salty are flooding his lungs. He smiled. For the first time in months, he smiled, a genuine smile. “Follow me” he said, all the kids including Eddie stopped talking so loud and acting like toddlers. Billy got them all on a bus to his and Max’s old town. Once they arrived, they could see that their old house was bought and being used. You both are very active when it comes to sports or working out. You are the best highschool’s boxer after all and he was the best basketball player. He knew where you were. At the dumb little gym where you two had your first date, helping each other with reps and spotting. Maybe you are still there? He and the rest of his little followers walked the short distance to the gym. Windows clear they could see some figures standing infront of a room. ‘What’s going on?’ he asked himself, he pushed the door open when it hit him. Pure muscle had been thrown into him, almost knocking him over, that mass stood up and whipped their nose and walked back into the crowd angry.

#billy hargove x fem reader #fem #female reader #stranger things #fighting #girl

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furinatism · 8 months

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ACE VENTURA X READER chapter 3

warnings: animal death/implied animal abuse, one joke about reader having a "pussy"

when you awoke the next day, you stretched and yawned, before realizing you had slept through your alarm.

what the hell?! i know i'm not a morning person, but i've never slept through that thing! there's no way!

you rushed getting ready, not having time for a shower. whatever, you thought. you rushed out the door, but not before yelling, "bye, snuffy! be good, i love you!"

however, you didn't hear a meow back.

by the time you had gotten to work, you had one minute to spare. clocking in hastily, you made your way to your desk and tried to look as put-together as possible.

arthur came around, dropping off your workload.

"you know, y/n, i'm impressed. i really didn't think ya could do it, and ya surprised me. and, when people impress me, i tend to reward them." you gulped. arthur was an unpredictable man, sometimes you couldn't just take his words at face value.

"w-what do you mean, sir?" you questioned shakily. arthur let out a boisterous, yet dry and hacking, laugh. he grabbed you by your bicep, pulling you out of your seat.

"what i mean, y/n," he began to announce, drawing everyone's attention to the two of you, "is you're getting a promotion!"

your world stood still for a moment, your heart rate speeding up. promotion?!

"promotion?!" you heard a voice across from you, as a woman stood up. laikyn harris, you remembered her name. she seemed to hate you ever since you'd arrived.

"mrs. harris, do you have an issue with your supervisor's decision?" arthur exclaimed. laikyn scowled.

"well mr. fieldpool, the fact is that y/n doesn't deserve such a promotion- i've been working for you for much longer, put in more work and work longer hours," she snapped. arthur let go of your arm, slamming his fist down on your desk.

"mrs. harris, i have never once been impressed by you. you're boring, the same, average. you're any other bitch i could replace by pulling off the side of the street. but y/n," arthur pulled you in close by your shoulders, throwing you off your balance and causing you to slouch, "y/n is different. their work ethic is incredible, and i can always put my trust in them. so don't doubt my decisions, harris. this is my office and my business, and i'll do what i want."

the office applauded as laikyn sat down, lowering her head. you really felt bad; you didn't feel as though you deserved this promotion, either. however, you weren't one to argue with fate.

"mx. l/n, meet me in my office in thirty minutes. gather your things, i will be assinging you a new desk." you nodded at arthurs words, muttering a 'yes mr. fieldpool' before sitting back down.

the rest of your time cleaning up, you could feel the glare of your coworker. milton, however, came up to your desk to congratulate you.

"you did it, y/n! i always knew you were amazing, you deserve more than this crummy position!" milton beamed at you, grabbing your hand to shake. you went along with things despite your discomfort. a few other coworkers came to congratulate you, in less touchy ways than milton.

finally, you brought your box into arthur's office. he nodded towards a small desk in the corner of his office, with a plate on the desk reading 'personal secretary'.

"w-wait, mr. fieldpool," you stammered out, the lump in your throat growing larger. "i'm your... personal secretary?"

arthur simply nodded, chuckling a bit at your demeanor. "yes, y/n. it's the highest paying secretorial job in this office. i figured, who else but you, right?" you gulped.

"i-i... thank you, mr. fieldpool." the man ignored your praise.

"put your shit on the desk and shut the fuck up," he demanded. you were used to his mood swings by now, figuring you had annoyed him with your incessant questioning. you made yourself at home at your new 'office', and come time the end of your shift, you felt more accomplished than ever.

"mr. fieldpool, i'm going to be leaving now," you said curtly. your boss waved you off nonchalantly, muttering, 'g'night' as you left.

milton walked alongside you as you exited, talking your ear off the whole way.

"milton, really. i need to leave now, i don't have the time," you snapped. upon seeing his expression, you felt guilty, but you truly couldn't help it. your thoughts had been swirling so much that you hadn't had time to think at all.

he slinked away sadly, and you huffed, leaving the office in a hurry.

as you burst through the door, you announced, "snuffy, you will not believe the day i had today!"

no response.

weird, you began to yourself, usually that cat always responds with at least a yowl when i make such a commotion.

"snuffy!" you called, searching every square inch of your apartment. under sheets, under covers, under pillows and even under cabinets. everywhere that damn cat would be and more, you had searched extensively.

finally, you saw a lump underneath your bed. you sighed, shaking your head.

"jesus, you weird cat. no need to hide from me, baby," you giggled, lifting up the sheets.

underneath was a taxidermy replica of your beloved cat.

you shrieked, alerting everyone in your building. "SNUFFY!" you cried. your neighbor banged on your door with a stifled 'shut the hell up, ya bitch!' as your weeping continued.

"h-how could this happen..." you sniveled, daring to touch the replica.

upon petting it, however, you noticed the fur texture was not the same.

snuffy had been your best friend since high school, and you knew her rainy-sky colored fur like no other. it was soft and fluffy, not prickly and mangy like this... imposter of a cat!

upon closer inspection, you noticed that the eyes were not the same color. snuffy had yellow eyes; this thing had green.

needless to say, this wasn't your cat. you touched the collar gently, and it was snuffy's. what the hell?!

you took the collar off the replica carefully, inspecting it. the claspable collar tag, which you had once put a small picture of yourself inside, opened up, and out fell a rolled up piece of paper.

you unrolled the small note, reading it aloud to yourself.

"i've taken your precious snuffy to get back at you, bastard. think twice before crossing me again, or next it'll be you. don't come looking for me, i'll know if you do. i hope you rot in hell," you read, voice shaky. tears were beginning to fill your eyes; you hadn't wronged anyone!

you sobbed over losing your cat; she was the only thing you had left. your parents had basically disowned you for not taking the career path they had wanted, and when you dropped out of school and wasted all your money, they severed contact with you completely. you weren't the best at making friends, so you hadn't made lifelong bonds like others had. and, your romantic life? practically nonexistent.

placing the snuffy-replica on the ground, you began to pace around. who would do this? who knew where you lived? nobody even knew about snuffy, how could she be taken? you never wronged anybody so badly that they'd need to take a cat, right?

as you dug your thoughts into a deeper hole, you suddenly remembered the business card collecting dust on your nightstand.

you dialed the number into your brick of a wall-phone, breath uneven.

"c'mon, c'mon, please pick up," you whined. you heard a tone on the other end, indicating a message would play out.

"heyo, this is ace ventura, pet detective. i uh, can't come to the phone right now-"

"dammit!" you cried before the recording could finish. to your surprise, the recording seemed to stop.

"hey, i was just kiddin' with ya! this is ace ventura, pet detective. you sound needy; whadda ya need?" your annoyance was growing heavier over this guy's tone.

"listen, i need someone who can help me down here stat, it's a... pet emergency?, i guess you could call it. here's my address," you read out to him. you heard the scribbling of pen on the other side, before he spoke again.

"alllll-righty then, i'll be on my way before you can worry your pretty head even more, darlin'."

and with that, he hung up on you. you threw yourself down on the couch, chewing on your nails. you were completely banking on some random guy you'd met for three minutes. not only that, but within those three minutes the guy had made a complete fool of you!

a knock at your door minutes later surprised you, and you jumped up, swiftly answering.

leaning against the doorframe with one arm, the other on his hip, was none other than ace ventura. his hair hand't changed, his clothing style was the same, and he was wearing... sunglasses?

upon seeing you, he strutted into your apartment. "so ah, what seems to be the... problem?" he emphasized the last word by taking the glasses off, looking your way dramatically.

"o-oh, well! y-you see, i had just got home from work when-" "so that's where i recognized you from! haha, yes, score!" he... pelvic thrusted?... aggressively, his tone victorious.

"y-yeah, i was at the office you came to investigate, w-why are you so happy about that again?" you asked, worried for what his answer may be.

"you see, i predicted this outcome; call it divine intuition, call it fate, call it genius. but as soon as you were so openly enthusiastic about your beloved... cat, was it?" he asked, and you nodded.

"y-yes, my snuffy. she's eight, i know she's older but i-i still couldn't bear to have something so cruel happen-" ace cut you off.

"don't fret, amigo. i'll find your snuffy in no time; now, take me to the crime scene, a-please." you nodded, scurrying into the 'bedroom'.

"h-here's where i found the replica of snuffy," you explained, pointing to the exact spot on the bed. ace nodded, feigning thoughtfulness.

"i see, i see... so this is where you stroke your pussy?" he asked. you were completely caught off guard.

"excuse me?!" you exclaimed, incredulous at his words. he looked at you as though you were the fool here.

"your cat? this is where you pet your cat?" he asked again, this time in a mockingly slow tone. you scowled at him.

"i'm not a moron, yes, my cat would lie here next to me and i'd pet her until we both fell asleep. b-but your wording did not frame the question like that!" you spat. ace turned his entire body to you, raising an eyebrow and making another one of his stupid expressions.

"i ah, don't know what you're talking about! you're the one who took it that way, so therefore you just answered two of my questions," he purred playfully, and your face flushed.

"shut up and actually help," you grumbled. ace shifted from one foot to the other before staring at the taxidermied cat.

"ah, what is this?" ace picked up the fake snuffy, inspecting it. you wrung your hands together.

"i found it underneath the covers. there was a note, but that cat doesn't look exactly like snuffy," you explained, continuing to tell ace your cat's true appearance. he nodded, rubbing his chin.

"this one's a doozy, for sure... you said there was a note?" you nodded, and handed him the paper. he read over it carefully, mulling over each word.

"jeez, who exactly did you piss off?!" he exclaimed, and you furrowed your brow.

"that's what i'm not sure about! i don't talk to many people, it's not like there's many people it could be..." ace snapped his fingers.

"perfect! that means less suspects," ace announced. you stared at him, eyes wide.

"w-wait, suspects? so you're actually gonna, like... investigate this?" ace turned to you, expression dumbfounded.

"am i a pet detective, or am i not?" he did a fake kind of laugh as he leaned back, hands on his hips as he threw his head back.

you coughed. "n-no, i believe you! i saw you on the news, it was crazy! i believe in your career or whatever, i just... i guess i didn't realize how seriously you'd take a case like this," you explained, gesturing with your hands to the taxidermy cat.

ace shook his head, grabbing your shoulders firmly. "listen, bucko. i take every one of my cases with ONE-BILLION PERCENT seriousness. i don't mess around; whether it be a dormouse or a dolphin," he winked, referencing the news broadcast you had seen. your face heated up even more. this cocky bastard.

"so then mr. pet detective, what do we do now?" you teased, hoping to knock him down a notch or two. "unless you just want to look around more, go through my personal belongings," you continued while smirking. ace glared at you, a slight blush tinting his cheeks.

"as ah, appealing as that sounds, i think its best we get to work," he changed the subject hastily, continuing to inspect the taxidermy cat.

you could tell that this investigation was going to be a very strenuous process. and that ace was gonna have to stick around for a long, long time.

#ace ventura x reader #ace ventura #ace ventura pet detective #gender neutral reader #x reader #clarice fic #gn reader #reader insert #ace x reader

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tenthgrove · 3 years

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Omg imagine la squadra with a teenage teammate 👀 (platonic obvs but I'm 18 and I wonder how they'd act with a team member that's a lot younger than them) cause I hc them as being in their late 20s early 30s ‼️

Okay I love love love this idea! I decided to go for the approach of a younger teenager, someone around 14 or 15 years old, and make them someone who is keen to prove themselves and be respected, but still has all the fears that would be natural for someone in this situation so young, hidden beneath the front they put on.

La Squadra Interacting with a Younger Teammate

Formaggio- The prospect of La Squadra’s next recruit being a kid is actually quite appealing to Formaggio. He doesn’t get much respect from the rest of the team, but he hopes a teenager would be more impressionable, more easy to wow. As soon as the newcomer is through the door Formaggio is already pulling out his cool uncle act. He’s always begging to show them something cool (usually just some random thing he shrunk) or tell them a gruesome story from the job. He totally forgets how naturally weary they’re going to be as someone who recently moved teams. When he finally realises how uncomfortable he makes them, he feels very guiltridden and backs away. But then one day, by pure accident, he makes them laugh. Genuinely. Things ease up a lot after that.

Illuso- Since he isn’t particularly good with kids, Illuso thinks it’s best to just treat them the same as he does any other teammate. This doesn’t go well, their interactions clunky and awkward as the newcomer is unsure how to respond. Eventually, Illuso realises too and decides he’s going to have to change tactic. What do teenagers like? Mischief? While the idea of taking the kid around the mirror world to wreck havoc on the base is tempting, it would not go down well with Risotto once he finds out. What else is there? Gossip? Yes, that could work. When Illuso finds himself alone with the kid with nothing else to talk about, he starts telling them all the dirty secrets he’s collected about his team over the years. There’s nothing age innappropriate, but it’s enough to break down the image the kid has of La Squadra as humorless, intimidating adults. The others soon notice a change in the kid’s behaviour and congratulate Illuso for helping them settle in, however it was he managed to do that. Well, that certainly wasn’t Illuso’s intention, but he’ll take the applause anyway.

Pesci- The arrival of the newcomer marks a big change for Pesci. He’s no longer the youngest of the group, both in age and in experience. While he’s glad to lose the associated teasing, it fills him with a sense of responsibility he isn’t quite ready for. Being the youngest in the group gave him a slight feeling of immunity for all his fuck-ups, both real and percieved, and that’s gone now. Worse, he sees this kid and he sees someone far newer to the game than he is yet somehow still able to face it with more courage than he does. The kid scares him, really. It feels like he is the junior member of the dynamic they have together. Then one day he finds their phone in the front room. He knows the others have a habit of pinching things like this for mean-spirited jokes, so he puts his anxiety regarding the kid on hold to go up to their room and give it back to them. He didn’t expect to find them crying there. He rushes up to them immediately, patting them on the shoulder nervously to offer some comfort. He asks them what’s wrong. “Everything. I’m scared.” At the end of the day, they really are just a child.

Prosciutto- The second-in-command doesn’t have time to mentor the newcomer to the same extent he does with Pesci, but he’ll still keep an eye on them whenever he can. Any of those violent idiots could teach them to kill, but Prosciutto’s going to make sure they learn to carry themselves right as well. For one, they need to get rid of those grungy hoodies and jeans they insist on wearing. He supposes he’ll just have to take them shopping. Overall, he can seem quite harsh on the kid, but he has their best interests at heart. He wouldn’t be paying them any mind at all if he didn’t have faith in them to go far.

Melone- As is only natural with his stand, Melone is good with kids. Teenagers are a different matter, and with little concrete memory of the whirl of heartbreak and emotions that were his own teen years, Melone isn’t as sure of himself as he would like to be. So he takes the experimental method, observes how their reactions to certain interactions in order to figure out the best way of keeping them at ease. It’s overall a good approach, and Melone becomes one of the earlier members of the team who the newcomer opens up to. The only issue is the others. They do not trust him. So, Melone takes it upon himself to prove himself. He makes a point of adjusting his behaviour, abandoning some of his more unsavoury habits for good, and not just in the kid’s present. The others are surprised, but pleasantly so. Melone is thankful to the newcomer for improving his standing with the team in general.

Ghiaccio- He is not happy. He knows about other teams getting actual children dumped on them, but he never thought it would happen to them. It makes him absolutely furious; the last thing this team needs right now is some petulant brat to take care of. Ghiaccio will give them the cold shoulder for a long time. Eventually, it takes Risotto dragging him into his office and point-blank asking what his problem is to make him reconsider. Ghiaccio drags his heels, insists he needs nothing to do with the newcomer, but then Risotto reminds him how young Ghiaccio was when he got trapped in his life. That changes things. That evening, as Risotto watches on silently from the doorway, Ghiaccio approaches the newcomer in the sitting room. “Hey… kid… do you like video games?” he asks uncertainly. The kid perks up, surprised to hear such an offer from Ghiaccio of all people. They accept. Ghiaccio invites them to play with him often after that. Risotto doesn’t need to ask him.

Risotto- Well, this is interesting. Risotto finds the kid hard to deal with because of how much he sees himself in them. They’re pretty much the same age he was when his own life went to hell. Risotto may have trouble facing the newcomer, but he’ll do it anyway for their sake. He wants to do what he can to make their own youth easier than his, if only by a fraction. For them, he’ll let down his walls and be a confidante. He’ll let them be honest about their fears with him, and he’ll comfort them to the best of his ability. He doesn’t want them to end up like him. He doesn’t want them to lose their humanity.

Sorbet and Gelato- “Sorbet, that’s a baby.” “Christ, you’re right.” Sorbet and Gelato may be devoid of sympathy towards a majority of humanity, but they at least have it in them to feel sorry for a kid. Especially a kid dumped into the closest thing the couple has to a family. Truth is, Sorbet and Gelato have long desired a child of their own, but never truly believed the opportunity would present itself. They know taking in a scarred teenager a few years off from adulthood will never truly take the place of a child to call their own, but if this is the closest they can get, they’ll take it. So yeah, congratulations kid, meet your new group assinged fathers. Sorbet is the more realistic of the two, the one who reluctantly accepts the need to prepare the newcomer for mafia life. They develop a dynamic somewhat comparable to Pesci and Prosciutto, with Sorbet becoming the primary mentor for the child when Risotto is too busy. Gelato is the one who really tries to baby the kid, trying to keep them away from their work as much as possible and always fussing over them whenever a mission can’t be avoided. The kid might be reluctant to accept it, but it is what they need. At least once in a while.

#la squadra #jjba golden wind #formaggio #illuso #pesci #prosciutto #melone #ghiaccio #risotto nero #sorbet and gelato

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violetnotez · 3 years

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matchup for drew | JJK

Request a matchup here

Hey babe! So I match you up with....

ＩｎｕｍａｋｉＴｏｇｅ

Look at this pretty boy like ughhh youre so lucky 😭

Inumaki is incredibly loyal-he wouldn’t ever ever give you a reason not to trust him

Also, don’t let his quietness fool you-he is a total trickster/prankster and will always be doing something silly to get you to laugh

He really likes training with you-to him it’s quite therapeutic and a great way to bond with you

But he’s cheeky at times if your doing close combat-he’ll just quickly plant a kiss on your cheeks to get you distracted so he can pin you down 💀

He thinks it’s amazing you’re so skilled in so many sports-it takes a lot to train, and he respects it a lot!

The one he really wanted you to teach him was rollerskating-one day he’d just walk into your room, hand holding a pair of new skates and just plainly saying “Tuna?”

Tuna meaning Please teach me, I know you’re busy but I’m bored and I just wanna have some fun please please please 🥺

He caught on to it really quickly, and in no time you two were blasting music and making trips to the grocery store for some sweets as quick little dates

Inumaki at one point tried to teach Panda and Maki, but Panda was totally decked out in headgear and shoulder pads and still ate shit every 2 seconds 💀

When he first met you, he honestly wasn’t really that intimidated

He still got that nervous rush of meeting someone new, but he was used to meeting intimidating girls-Nobara and Maki being perfect examples of that

Maki was so relieved to have another girl, and you two hit it off amazingly-you two would always be paired together cause you work great off each other as partners and as friends

Panda is just so lovingly protective for you, like if you feel uncomfy in public at times or just feel awkward in general, he’s right there to just give some support 🖤

He just approached you like he would with them, just a quick nod of his head and maybe a reply like “Bonito flakes” to be respectful

He is really intrigued by you-he’s naturally curious, how could he not when he has someone new and pretty in front of him~

But he gave you space, not wanting to intrude or make you uncomfy

But once you begin to open up, OH MY GOD he is so happy!

You get along well with his friends, it’s almost hard to imagine you not being in there friend group at one point-

Whenever something makes you smile, he starts noticing it makes him feel all fluttery inside,,,

Or when he is able to make you chuckle, he finds himself smiling but so grateful he’s able to hide his cheeks with his clothing-

He isn’t oblivious, he obviously knows he caught feelings but he’s super scared to say anything

Cause-how could he even tell you? It’s not like he could just walk up to you and say “Let’s go on a date-“

You could say no and reject him....or even worse, he could make a terrible choice of words and force you on a date by accident with his cursed technique

The 2nd option was too terrifying to him, so he opted to text you a picture of him holding a sign that says “Date?” like a prom proposal, his lilac eyes unable to look at the screen

He definitely begged Panda to take it, cause the picture was pretty fuzzy and theres a furry finger on a corner of the photo

But you thankfully said yes, and Inumaki took you to a roller skating rink, thinking you’d feel comfortable there to hang out. Which was a great plan, until Toge realized he didn’t know how to rollerskate

Panic ensues

The whole time he was desperately trying to repeat to himself “Don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t fall-“ and still look cool at the same time 💀

It was still cute though, and after you helping him out a bit he caught on very quickly

Still did fall a few times, but when you would giggle and help him up he felt a lot better about it 🥺

Needless to say, was probably the main reason he asked you later on to teach him how to skate properly 💀

And also the main reason your guys’ second date was at a very flat forest with little shrines and fish ponds to look into

Inumaki reallllyyyy craves physical touch, but he never forces it upon you

At the beginning of your relationship, it was really delicate touches, from intertwining pinkies to resting his head on your shoulder

But then it slowly became more and more as you two got more comfortable

This dude will just full on run behind you and wrap his arms around you if hes tired

Or snatch your hand and squeeze it tightly if hes afraid you might be in danger

Does this really cute thing where he puts his forehead on yours and stays there for a sec- dont ask him why he does it, he’ll start blushing but he just likes feeling close to you like that 🥺

Songs for Your Relstionship: Paradise by Coldplay, Beautiful People by Ed Sheeran, Timeless by We Three

Drabble:

“Toge, what are you doing-and when did you get those?” you questioned, your eyes scrunched up in confusion as you eyed the white haired boy in front of you.

Inumaki was standing in your doorway, his jacket zipped up fully so only his violet eyes were visible. In his hands were a pair of roller skates, the wheels a clear plastic while the shoes being a periwinkle blue.

All he did was simply walked into your room, knowing it like the back of hand from countless visits as he picked up your skates that had been left on the floor from the day before. He simply held out both pairs, one simple word of “Tuna” presented out of his mouth.

Your eyebrows furrowed even more, head tilting slightly as you shifted on your bed.

What the hell did he want you to....

“Do you want me....to teach you how to roller skate?”

You saw him instantly light up, obviously ecstatic you had understood him so quickly. He simply nodded his head once as confirmation, violet eyes wide with relief and anticipation.

Inumaki had been bristling to get back in those skates after he had done such a disastrous attempt at your first date. Everytime he thought about how much he had fallen he always internally cringed, almost able to still feel the bruises on his rear that lasted days after.

You had looked so graceful and so happy that day, like you were gliding on top of water as you did laps around the rink or simply to just pick him off the ground after he had eaten shit. He wanted to be able to do that with you, to be able to have picnic dates at the park or just glide over to a store to buy some sweets and ice cream-he had so many cute ideas planned it was almost overwhleming.

He just needed to learn how to skate without painting his body in bruises first.

“Oh, Toge, Im so sorry-” he heard you saw, his heart falling slightly at the sound of guilt in your voice, “but I have some assingments I have to finish....maybe we can do it this weekend?”

That happy expression he had had a few moments before faltered slightly, his lips pursed and nose scrunched under his jacket.

But Inumaki was persistent-he wasnt one to take no for an answer, especially when he knew how to get what he wanted with a few dirty tricks.

Toge took a few steps towards you, his knee landing on top of your bed and making it dip under his weight, wrapping his arms around you in an inescapable hug.

Inumaki was pretty clever, as he knew it was hard for you to resist him when he was being clingy. He simply nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, white hair tickling your jawline, hands squeezing your sides gently.

You sighed, rolling your eyes slightly with an amused smirk as your propped yourself on your elbows and looked down at your boyfriend, who was clearly milking it to get what he wanted.

“Youre not gonna let go unti l say yes, huh?”

Inumaki picked his head up, violet eyes soft yet mischeivously as he shook his head gently-

This brat wasnt going to let go until you did exactly what he wanted.

You sighed exaperatedly, looking up at the ceiling as you felt Inumaki chuckle against your stomach.

“Fine then...” you gave in, finding it adorable how quickly his face light up.

“-But you have to buy me snacks and be my study partner for the rest of the night.”

Toge instantly smiled, the crinkles of the expression showing around his eyes. Getting you to teach him how to roller skate, and have a study date right after? This day was getting better and better for him.

“Salmon!” he agreed quickly, shuffling off of your form and handing you your skates- you were going to make him a pro after today, and he was more than ready.

I hoped you liked these, and thank you for requesting!! <3

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ricinbach · 3 years

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for the record. | chapter 1 - alpha

off-duty time would not last you for too long.

After all these years, the world never ceased to remind you that rules never changed.

While the players of the game always rotated along with the enemy and the friendly alike, this dangerous life that many chose to lead had undeniable constants - etched onto your brain in a devout mantra, something to remember in your darkest or most fleeting moments.

Kill, or be killed.

That was the first thing that they taught you, at the beginning of those long and arduous days of training in the barracks. Scout out the situation and if there is any sign of remote danger, pull your gun first, or you will end up with a bullet in your head. Sometimes, it was better to shoot first and then ask questions - if you were still alive by then.

Though in your line of work, the learning phase never ended. Warfare shifted and changed constantly, forcing you to adapt. It was something you had to just come in terms with. At that point in your career, as sad as it was to think about it from a civilian’s perspective, it was all more creative and effective ways of getting confirmed kills. New weapons, new tactics brought with them new problems - along with new ways of dealing with them. Technology tackled advanced aircraft and armor, adding up to your arsenal.

One thing remained the same.

It all added up to the big stirring pot of the everlasting recipe - mass destruction.

And with destruction came in the casualties. The aftermath of modern combat. The rivers of blood on pavement, hands clawing at the burnt metal, scathed bodies crawling out of the smoky debris. Sights and sounds and screams you wanted to erase from your memory for a lifetime. The pain coarsing through the body after the penetration of a bullet. Sickening roars of helicopter engines giving out.

Yet, as a soldier, all you could do, all you were authorized to do was to bury them deep down - so you could live to see another day. Another day to fight for the flag. For peace, for honor and for the sake of lives.

The lives of many against your only.

The warm mug a welcome distraction in your hands, your eyes would wander around the busy Regent Street of London, people walking around in the usual hustle and bustle of the shopping district. The smell of freshly ground beans from the cafes scattered around, mixing in with the pleasantness of the gray post-rainfall. A spectrum of vibrant colors of shopping bags and clothes pleasing your eyes - it had been a while since you had gotten to enjoy a couple of hours all saved for yourself. The book whose pages were between your fingers moments ago then closed, as your conscience lost itself within the faces creating the sea of people.

The lives you were sworn to protect. Sometimes it felt like remembering another life, far far away - that you had been one of them. A civilian. Who needed protection in times of immediate danger.

Some were smiling and laughing, without a care in the world, radiating energy and happiness which had been a blessing in the usual London gloom. Some were in professional attire, their strides just a bit faster and their expressions harboring that of stress, concern and exhaustion. Not too long ago, you had been one of them - but your brain did not let you dissociate from the constucted reality you had left just yet.

None of those troubles mattered when snipers left and right rained bullets on you. The stress of studying for a big test was nothing compared to being caught in blast radius, fearing to look around you so you do not see your friends dead and gone.

The echoes of your last name originating from an accented, deep voice reached your ears, rippling inside the busy cafe you had chosen to visit for the day. Coming closer and closer until they associated with a couple thuds of heavy feet and finally, a face, as you turned around to face whomever was looking for you.

Out of all places, Captain.

It did not take you too long to get to your feet out of respect and sheer habit, offering him a nod in an attempt to hide your surprise. “Sergeant,” he would greet you with your rank, the commanding voice he used on the field to lead dampened - yet still powerful. It even had a small smile attached to it too, which was not unusual.

It made the thumping of your heart slow down. A civilian visit from your Captain usually meant bad news and noticing his mouth curl up under the beard calmed you down more than you ever thought.

“Captain Price,” you greeted back, arm gesturing to the seat right in front of you across the marble table, inviting him. “Please.”

The man, whom you had become so used to seeing in the famous military green was dressed in the simple and casual combination of a black jacket with jeans. It was a welcome change - not often did you see your commanding officer at a coffee shop in the heart of the city. Consequently, the air had been a bit awkward - just like how it felt when you felt the need to always show your best self, like there had been no room for mistakes.

That did not mean you could not try to get on his better side.

“Can I get you anything, Sir? Tea? I doubt they have a good pint here.”

That was when he looked directly in your eyes.

They said all soldiers had this blur in their eyes wherever they looked at. That no matter how happy they had been, no matter how much sparkle covered their worn-out irises, the dusty haze that veiled them was ever present. His familiar blue glint was subdued by some unknown, yet not lifeless. Not soulless. There was some sort of drive fueling him, the origins of it unbeknownst to you - the only thing you could discern was that it must have been for some good, judging by his chuckle and the slight shake of his head.

A file stamped with the all-too-familiar red confidential sign slid across the white marble along with him as he got settled in the chair, leaning his elbows slightly over the top.

“Raincheck, Sergeant, but I do have something that you might like.”

And with that, his fingers pushed the rather thin file over to you, blue eyes gazing around the shop as he undoubtedly made sure everyone was minding their own business. Here at London, he knew he had been safer than most places and yet you could only attest to the cautiousness of the man.

An eyebrow slightly raised as you leaned a bit forward, the initial welcome surprise slowly yielding to apprehension of what was inside the document. Another mission assingment had been the last thing you wanted to see after the literal living hellhole of the battlezone you had last been to. A part of you did not want to open up that cover but the other half of you yearned desperately to.

With a quick look to confirm, once you got his nod, you yielded to your other half.

And with every second spent looking at the papers containing profiles and overviews adorned with the faint Crusader shield watermarks, your eyebrows would furrow even more in confusion. Towards the bottom of the page, you could spot the one-liner character profiles for soldiers - some you had recognized and worked with, some names ringing no bells at all.

Then there it was. It was a mystery to you why it had taken you that long to find it. Right under the line occupied by a certain “John ‘Soap’ Mactavish” was your full name, with a old picture of you that belonged to one of your earlier days of training.

What the hell kind of a name is Soap?

“Now, I know you’re on the reserve for the time being,” Price spoke, breaking you out of your silent concentration as your head snapped up to divert focus into him. “But your skills in combat were not unnoticed.”

That made you proud inside, yet on the outside - it manifested in a subtle way of a simple yet courteous nod as you waited for him to continue. Closing the file for the time being, you felt the air shift as he leaned in towards you - voice dropping lower and tone growing grave.

“We have a huge war looming in the horizon, Sergeant,” he said, piercing orbs staring right into your soul. The kind of stare that could have the toughest of soldiers crack and break down, that could stop the bullet in trajectory.

“Millions of lives are at stake. You saw what happened in Urzikistan - you were there, on the frontlines.”

The mere mention of the place made your jaw clench and a gulp run down your throat, the memories of utter bloodshed still fresh in your mind.

“It is going to happen again.”

“How can I help?” slipped out of your mouth before your brain could control it, completely forgetting the fact that you had been granted off-duty time and was currently on it. Forgetting that you had to worry about taking care of your own demons in your head first, before jumping right into a war you thought you had just ended.

“I want you to be on my team,” he simply said, a look of reassurance thrown your way as he folded his arms on the table, head tilting just a bit to gauge yur reaction. His finger reached out to gently tap on the folder, gently opening the tab and pointing to the list of soldiers including yours truly.

“You will be working with handpicked warriors, the toughest of them all. Undertaking the most covert and dangerous operations - changing the world as you do it.”

There was this tone of finality in his voice that made it feel natural for you to follow everything he was instructing you to. Of course it was - he was your commanding officer, yet what he was asking out of you this time was much more than a simple recruitment for an operation.

No, what he made it sound like was that his team would be something akin to a ghost - working behind enemy lines, not alerting a single soul. It honored you that he had included you along with the names of seemingly renown soldiers, selected for off-the-grid duty due to your previous success. But was there really a need to add any additional danger to your already-risky life? It was a miracle you had not died yet and you were not so sure if another covert operation team would help with your chances. These kinds of operations only ended in either of the two ways - your mutilated corpse in a body bag or carrying your friend’s instead.

There probably also would not be many other occassions where Captain Price, one of the most trusted officers in the Services, would approach you with such an opportunity.

As your mind raced in crazy thought traffic, the sounds of the outside world and the otherwise peaceful cafe had been muffled. It was only you, him, and that little paper file you grazed your fingertips on, in order to maintain at least a slice of reality. Decisions like these had never been easy to make, especially when they would completely change your life and possibly your entire outlook. They never would be easy - there was not much “easy” associated to your line of work.

And yet going into it in the first place was something you had willingly chosen.

After all of that blood, sweat and lead - how could you say no?

Taking a deep breath as your lips moved to echo your determined voice, you spoke sofly with a nod. Chest loosening as you let out a breath you had no idea you had been holding for so long.

“I’m in, Sir.”

The ghost of a smile turned into a real one as his hand extended itself over the table, an almost proud nod as you shook it as firmly as you could.

“Welcome to the 141.”

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#here we GOOOO #lmk what you think!!!#john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish x reader #cod #modern warfare #cod reader insert #lets goooooo #john price #captain price #mw #mw2

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pairing: Min Yoongi x reader genre: angst with sprinkles of fluff, ex-boyfriend au word count: almost 5k warning: some passionate kissing

Description: Min Yoongi is your ex-boyfriend that you’ve parted ways not on the greatest of terms with. But in the makings of a mixtape, somethings will be rekindled. Will it be friendship or maybe more?

A/N: I’ve started writing this so long ago but only recently got to finish it. I haven’t been able to post any fics in a while even though I’ve got a lot of wip. I’m graduating uni and my life’s basically a chaos right now. But I liked writing this a lot. I hope you enjoy! Please let me know what you think of it :) [posting again cuz it’s not showing on tags ughh]

Going back to school has never been this painful to you before. Of course assingments, exams and longer than necessary lectures were always there to welcome you back to hell every year but no new semester intimidated you quite like this one does. Especially after the very much disconnected summer break you had.

Spending the summer in your hometown of Gwangju was a rushed decision that was actually forced upon you at the time. But it turned out to be exactly what you needed. At least, Hoseok made sure that it was. Being your life-long friend, he took matters into his own hands when you couldn't pull yourself together after the rough patch you've been through. The Hoseok-ie rule he called it: No getting in touch with anyone in Seoul. And while it was a little hard not reaching out to close friends in Seoul, you couldn't risk breaking the Hoseok-ie rule. He's sweet and you love him but that guy is one scary motherfucker when he's pissed.

Now, summertime's over and you're definetely not prepared to face your demons. It doesn't help that Hoseok's classes aren't starting until next week, either. That means you have to go through this alone.

On your way from the subway station to the campus, you check the new weekly schedule once more and it makes you let out a dissappointed huff. You can't blame anyone. You made this schedule. But do you have any idea why you decided to put music theory at 9 in the morning while you were making it? No.

Your legs take action before you know it and suddenly you're now turning to the other street. They continue to take you through another familiar path. As you close in on the shop at the corner, the calming smell of coffee reaches your nose and you realise why coming here was more tempting than attending class.

This coffee shop was your safe haven for the past three years and this semester isn't going to be any different. Even though it's so close to campus, not many people know about it and it's never hectic. Which is something you love and right now, definetely need. Some peace and quiet before starting the semester...

You enter and head straight to the barista, who happens to be a friend of yours since you're a regular.

"Hey Ryu."

"Well well, if it isn't Miss I'll come everyday this summer that never showed up once." Ryu has sarcasm alongside with mischief in his voice.

"I know but Hoseok kept me in Gwangju as a prisoner the whole summer, I'm sorry."

"Where's that dancing machine?"

"He doesn't have classes until next week so it's just me for now." You're still not over the fact he left you on your own for the first week.

"It's fine, you're not alone. Look!" Ryu points to the back where the tables are. You're confused as to who he could be pointing at. You and Hoseok are the only ones you know that come here- except...

In a flash, you stop turning around and hurriedly order a black coffee. "Please make it quick." you plead quietly but what's done is done, he already knows you're here. In fact you can hear footsteps approaching.

"That drink was great, dude. What's it called again?" He appears on your right side in his all-black outfit with a snapback. Nothing's changed about him, you think. Except you see some of his hair through the hat and it seems to be bleached. Something he hasn't done for a while. For the two years you two were together, to be exact.

"Oh, it's called yuanyang. You think I should put it on the menu?"

"Definetely, go for it."

It seems like he doesn't even acknowlegde the fact that you're right next to him. But why the hell did he even come here? You totally introduced him to this place and Ryu. So, you should get to keep this place after the break-up. Aren't those the rules?

He takes out his wallet to pay but pauses for a second. "Ryu, can I get two cookies to go?" he asks and hands over his card.

Two cookies? You know he doesn't like sugaries that much. You're almost sure he's meeting someone and it makes you scoff, unconsciously. Both him and Ryu side-eye you but you avert your gaze. "Chocolate ones, please." he adds. You think he must be ordering your favorites just to spite you.

He recieves the cookies from Ryu, fistbumps the guy and starts walking out. But then, just as he passes by you, he leaves one of the cookies on the counter in front of you and exits without another word.

First, you're shocked. And so is Ryu, apparently. You glance at him and he confusedly shrugs. Then, you're pissed. In a moment of anger, you blast out of there to go after him.

"Hey, Min Yoongi!" you shout.

He stops but doesn't turn around for a while. Just when he's about to, you appear right in front of him, the cookie in your hand.

"What's this?"

"What does it look like to you?" he retorts back, his eyes avoiding yours. And you frustratedly huff.

"What are you trying to pull?" you ask with hints of accusation in your voice. That's when he meets your gaze.

"Nothing at all. My fault for trying to be nice."

There it is, the Min Yoongi venom you were waiting for. He opens his mouth to say something else but you beat him to it.

"Ryu doesn't seem to know that we-" you pause. And immediately regret pausing. Why couldn't you just say it?

"Oh, right. You must be thinking that life stopped while you were away." And only as he says this that you notice the dark circles under his eyes. "He knows. So do a lot of other people, by the way."

Well, shit. You might've been away from all the post-breakup commotion but he was here. He was dealing with everyone of your social circle, alone. And what's the first thing you do when you see him for the first time after all that? Lashing out at him. And when he was just trying to be nice, too. Great...

"Can you move? I'm missing class." he says coldly. But despite trying to hide it, his voice sounds tired. Which makes you step out of his way and let him go. Instead, you start making your own way to class, being already late as it is.

Safe to say it's an awkward walk to campus, with you on one side of the street and Yoongi on the other. The bad news is, you constantly find yourself looking his way. Even though you curse under your breath everytime you catch yourself staring at him, you can't help but look again. But his eyes are completely fixed on the road, not even sparing you one glance.

To escape the awkwardness, you decide taking the longer route to class by heading for the stairs at the back while he takes the ones near the entrance. Since you're late and afraid of Professor Sol, you fasten your pace. Once you reach the door, your hand clashes into someone else's. Yoongi's. Of course, you think to yourself. You should've known he's taking music theory from Professor Sol. He's the best student when it comes to music and the best teacher here definetely wants him on his class.

It's too late when you realise you haven't removed your hand because he opens the door with yours under his, making it feel as though you're holding hands.

"So you finally decided to grace us with your presence? You shouldn't have. The class is about to end." Professor Sol scolds the two of you. She isn't exactly wrong. "I can pardon a student who already excells but the one who barely passes classes, I hope you know what you're doing Miss Y/N." One thing about her is that she notoriously discriminates between students and she's never liked you.

Yoongi's hand and yours is still connected and you feel him tense up. He actually used to be your guardian when it came to Professor Sol. And apparently old habits die hard because he grabs your hand harder and steps up a little. "The last I checked, at least eighty percent of your class fails every year, professor. It includes people who rank highest in some of the other classes. Strange, don't you think?"

Only Min Yoongi has the guts to do this. And only he gets a free pass after doing it. When the professor simply points you in the direction of the seats, Yoongi pulls you by the hand he’s still holding and sits you down. There’s immediately talk going around, people discussing if you were back together and all that. That’s when he snaps out of it and lets your hand go. So you’re finally able to let out the breath you were unknowingly holding. Then, he goes to one of the back seats and sits down himself. And you quietly wonder why that hurts you.

It's Hoseok's first day back and the two of you are enjoying some coffee at Ryu's shop, after a long school day.

"Y/N, I've got some bad news." he says, looking gloomy all of a sudden.

"Wha- hurry up and tell me." You hate the suspense, it makes you worry.

"I haven't been able to find a studio that we can continue the album with." He looks really upset. That's only natural, he's been working on this project for over a year now. Before you broke up with Yoongi, Hoseok was writing and producing a mixtape in Yoongi's studio with you and Yoongi's help. After you parted ways, the mixtape was put on hold.

"I've saved a lot of money this summer. We can look into some expensive ones too, I'm sure we can-"

"It's not the money, Y/N. I can't work on it the way I want to in any of those other studios. Even if it's one of the expensive ones." he cuts in. Yes, Yoongi was probably the only person to let Hoseok do his own thing.

"Well then, you should talk to Yoongi. I'm sure he'll be cool with working with you, still. As long as I don't show up, it should be fine."

He rolls his eyes. "I can't do it without you, Y/N. I'll need your help, so you'll have to show up eventually."

It's your turn to roll your eyes. You don't want anything to do with that studio. But you know how important this mixtape is to Hoseok, so you say okay. Even though you doubt Yoongi would be fine with you being there.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. In his damned, cursed, beautiful leather jacket... This time there's no hat so you can fully observe his bleached hair and notice how it's grown longer.

"Would you really be okay with it? I don't wanna put you in this position, no. Let's just forget it-"

"Hoseok-ie, you're lovely. But for now, shut up." You get up and make your way to Yoongi's table. Hoseok's mixtape has to be done, no matter what. Seems like he hasn't noticed you so you clear your throat to grab his attention.

"What?" he asks, not looking at you. Your blood slowly starts to boil.

"I need to ask you something-"

"Ryu, I kinda need that coffee asap, buddy!" He cuts you off by hollering at the barista and starts to gather his things. He really must want to get on your nerves.

"Actually, first things first, why in the bloody hell are you still coming here?" You can't help but lash out again. You discovered this place after all, you have the right to claim it.

"Excuse me?"

"I showed you this place, it's my territory. Don't you know the break-up rules?"

He laughs at that. In such a condescending way that you regret saying it. He stops getting ready and settles on the table once again. "You're cute."

Oh, you're so close to smacking him on the head.

"And you're an asshole."

Ryu comes with Yoongi's order and leaves it on the table. "I thought you were in a hurry." He says while heading back to the counter.

"I suddenly wanna stay longer." Yoongi states, looking straight at you.

Every fiber of your being wants to avoid his eyes and run away from there, he knows exactly how to make you vulnerable. But you endure. For Hoseok.

"I'll get to the point. Hoseok needs to keep working with you. Our situation shouldn't effect his mixtape, don't you think?"

He switches to serious mode quickly. "Was this your idea or his?"

"What does it matter-"

"I'm only okay with it if he wants to do it on his own will and not by you forcing him."

Okay, you do get a little bossy sometimes but he didn't have to put it as harsh as that.

"He wants to. He refused other studios and all that."

You think you see his lips curve into a small smile for a second. Hoseok and Yoongi got along very well, actually. You never wanted for them to stop being friends, anyway. This might be a chance for them to catch up even. Of course, there's a slight problem.

"But- he says he can't do it without... well, me. He wants to make sure that you're okay with-"

"Not a problem." Yoongi unexpectantly cuts you off. You're rendered speechless due to shock. He finally turns his head and looks at you. "My studio is a workplace, Y/N. Why would it bother me when you're there for work purposes? Especially when you're essential to the process."

Yoongi's sense of kindness is a very strong thing. But it's well hidden under all the coldness and sarcasm. You'd know, it had taken you a while to get to it. But when you did, it made you fall for him even harder at the time. And now, even though things between you are over, you can still see it.

"Thanks..." is all you can say while turning around to go back but suddenly your feet stop and turn back around. "Actually, thanks for before with Professor Sol, too. Even though you don't need to stand up for me anymore-"

"It's not that I needed to, Y/N. It's that I wanted to."

He goes back to gathering his stuff and you head back to give Hoseok the details of how it went. Just as you're about to, Yoongi stops by your table before leaving.

"Hoseok-ie, text me later to come up with a schedule for studio hours, okay?"

Hoseok is visibly happy and responds with a big smile. "Sure thing."

It's been three weeks since Hoseok started to work at Yoongi's studio again. But today is the first time that you'll be going there since the break-up. Even though time has passed, you're still not used to being around Yoongi all the time. Like having to attend almost all the classes with him and also, well... without him.

Without him sitting next to you, practically glued to your side, while you both silently giggle in the middle of the lecture as he whispers stupid jokes in your ear. The fact that you're consantly around him (not by choice by the way) prevents you from getting over him.

And now the studio... One of the most dangerous places for you now because of the memories you have with him there. You know, an intimate, indoor space with dim lights... A perfect spot for activities you definitely don't want to be reminded of. But for your best friend Hoseok, you have to go.

When you arrive, you call Hoseok to open up the door, too nervous to ring the doorbell. Once you enter, your giggly friend drags you hurriedly into the recording room.

"Okay warm your voice up. We should start with the vocals-"

"Wow there, pickle." you say. Vocals were maybe the only thing you told him you wouldn't do. What did he think? That he could hurry you into it and you wouldn't notice? "What vocals, Hoseok? I'm here to arrange, mix and maybe write some melodies, you know that."

"Shhh... look you gotta. Otherwise Yoongi's gonna have some other girl do it and I don't want that."

What girl? For as long as you can remember, Yoongi has tried to get you to sing. For Hoseok's and other albums. But you don't have confidence in your voice so you've always refused. And now he just wants some other girl?

"Have you told him you don't want that?"

"Yes, obviously. He told me if I can't convince you, we had no other choice. So c'mon, just try for me? Pleaseee?"

You sneakily glance out the window to see Yoongi talking with the said girl. She’s probably from your school even though you haven’t seen her here before. She’s standing a bit too close to Yoongi’s chair and leaning on him a little but that’s none of your business. And you definetely don’t care. But still, you can’t have someone whom Hoseok’s not comfortable with, sing in his own damn album.

You go out the room and toward Yoongi and the girl. “We need to speak.” you say and head for the other room. Yoongi huffs while following after you.

“What is it miss grumpy?”

You roll your eyes. “Are you really pulling an ultimatom on me like this? Hoseok clearly isn’t okay with this girl-”

“Hoseok isn’t okay with anyone but you. This isn’t my ultimatom, it’s his. Marley’s like the third person I asked to do this and he didn’t like any of them. Because what he wants is your voice. You really can’t see that Y/N?”

He sounds fed up and exhausted. What he says makes sense too, since you know how stubborn and sneaky your best friend can be.

He continues. “Look, if we want the album to proceed there are three options. First is Marley does the vocals and Hoseok will be unhappy about it. Second is there’ll be no female vocals which will make the whole thing empty and far from what we planned. Or third, you can do them and save us all the grimace.”

He makes it seem like he doesn’t care which you’ll go with but in his eyes, you can see hope that you’ll say yes to the third. But no. You’re not ready, you can’t. In your mind, you suck. So you convince Hoseok to go with Marley for now.

So, days go by. Marley comes pretty often to record. Hoseok’s not frowning that much about it anymore. And you notice how every chance she gets, Marley is pulling the moves on Yoongi. Which seem to work, since sometimes they come in or leave together. None of it bothers you at all, you tell yourself.

One day, you come in pretty late at night remembering you left your notes there. Since you have a spare key, you think you can be in and out unnoticed. Silly you because once you hear Yoongi playing the piano, you can’t just leave. You wait outside the room until he’s done and some stupid momentary courage makes you go in.

“Oh- I’m sorry.” you instantly say when you see Marley sitting next to him. “I just forgot my- I was leaving-”

“Wait!” Yoongi says hurridly to stop you. “We were done here anyway.”

Marley doesn’t look happy but gets up and leaves.

“No really, I got my notes and I was about to head out. She doesn’t need to leave on my account-”

“It’s not on your account. But since you came in here, you must have something to say?”

Why does it feel like he wants you to say something? Why does it seem like he wants you to stay? You’re convinced it’s your own mind playing tricks on you.

“No. I don’t.” you lie with a broken voice. But your feet aren’t leaving. And Yoongi is still staring at you with a cold attitude but expecting eyes.

“Fine.” you give up and say. “I thought the piano room wasn’t allowed to just anyone. I guess since she was in here...” you cut yourself off. The piano room was kind of your special place when you were together. Nobody other than you was allowed in here. This is the place you two would spend hours and hours coming up with songs. Or just talking about things you shared only with each other.

“I’m just giving her piano lessons for some extra cash. And this room doesn’t mean much to me anymore.”

His answer dissappoints you. Not the part that he indirectly said they weren’t dating. The latter part. “And here I thought the whole secrecy of the piano room was just your way of pulling the moves on whoever you’re dating.” As long as the sentence is finished, you regret saying it. You know it isn’t right. What you said is unfair to every intimate and meaningful moment you had with him here. And your words come down like the last drop on his patience.

He shoots out of the seat. “If I wasn’t so goddamn sure that you already know how you’re the first person I ever brought in here, I’d be hurt. But instead I’m just pissed.”

He’s right to be. So you can’t say anything back.

“How can you even-” he stops for a moment. “But that’s just your way, isn’t it? Spit out venom whenever you don’t like something.”

“Me?” you ask in shock. Now this you can’t have. “No. Poisonous words are your specialty.”

“And you already left me for it, didn’t you? You left me so why would you care who I bring in here anyway?” He’s switched to his shouting voice now.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. But I left because you pushed me away, Yoongi.” He averts his gaze to the floor while you continue. “I know that you love music more than anything else but what I also happen to know is that you use it as an escape. An excuse to not get too close. But guess what? We were already too close for me to not realise what you were doing! And that is why I left!”

Both of you are obviously done shouting and silence takes over the room for a while. You already had to push back tears like twice now, so you decide to leave but just then, Yoongi has something to say.

“This room will never have any significance with anyone else besides you. Just know that.” he silently admits with his eyes still fixed on the ground. You don’t say anything and just walk away.

It’s nearly the end of the semester and Hoseok’s mixtape is finally finished. He was so exited that he accidentely published it three times in a row on soundcloud. And the fact that he’s getting some great feedback is the icing on top.

In the meantime, you’ve been doing a lot of thinking. After that fight with Yoongi, you’ve started to seriously consider the fact that maybe leaving him just like that was a mistake. Because yes, you were hurt that after all you had been through, he was still trying to keep you at bay. You felt like as you were falling completely and irreversably for him, he was still holding back. But when you left, you were gone all the way. Leaving him all alone when you knew he was hurt.

Spending the last couple of months together, you finally admitted to yourself that you missed him. And that it did bother you seeing him with other girls. It bothered you that Marley was so obviously into him. Even though he made it clear he wasn’t interested, you still felt... jealous.

But you never mustered up the courage to talk to him about any of these. Even though it seems like lately he’s trying not to be cold around you, trying to strike up random converstions in efforts to perhaps recover at least your friendship. For some stupid reason you can’t seem to dare let him back in.

Your buzzing phone pulls you out of your thoughts. You check and see it’s your best friend that you’ve been feeling extra proud of these days.

“Yes, my successful, on his way to become a star best friend?”

“Oh my god, Y/N. You won’t believe this!” he squeaks while talking. And you hate the suspense so you tell him to hurry up and tell you what’s up.

“Yoongi’s friend in radio 12 agreed to play the title song!”

“What??” you start to squeak in exitement as well. “When? When will it be on?”

“In about two minutes! Just put the station on, now!” he orders and hangs up immediately. He’ll probably call his parents next. You quickly do as he says and for sure, the next song is Hoseok’s title track. You start hopping in your bed, dancing around in your room with the dumbest smile on your face but then-

The bridge comes and it’s your voice. That’s impossible, you think. But it is you singing the bridge. And then it hits you. That one night you snuck into the studio with your spare key and recorded this exact bit, just to see how it’d be... As always, you thought it wasn’t good enough. But instead of deleting, you hid the file. Guess you couldn’t hide it that well, after all. Was it Hoseok that did this? Or...

Your phone buzzes again and once again it’s Hoseok. “Y/N- This was the best surprise you ever made for me. I’m literally about to cry, you sound so good! Thank you for doing this.”

It wasn’t Hoseok, then. But you’re thrilled to know he likes it that much. You’re thrilled to hear yourself on a freaking radio station that so many people listen to! It feels amazing. It gives you so much confidence. So much that after ending the call with Hoseok, you decide to go to the only person left who could’ve done this.

You’re at Yoongi’s door. You haven’t been here for a long time but despite the nervousness, you manage to knock. It’s pretty late but you know he’s a night owl, he should be up. Soon enough, he opens the door. He’s taken aback to see you at first but then his surprised expression turns into worry.

“I know why you’re here. I’m sorry I used the recording without your consent but-”

You launch yourself onto him and crash your lips on his. His response is so quick that it’s almost automatic. He pulls you in even more, closes the door with his foot and traps your body againts the wall with his own. All the while not parting your lips once. Your hands go to his hair. You’ve been wanting to brush your fingers through his hair ever since you’ve seen that he bleached it again after two years. You pull at the tips slightly. It makes him hum into your mouth.

“Wait-” he says while he pulls away suddenly. “You-” You’re both out of breath. “Are you really okay with what I did?”

“Yes.” You close the distance once again and this time he moves you to the couch. You’ve missed this couch. You’ve missed him...

He pulls back again. “Y/N- wait. What are we doing?”

“What do you think?” you tease as your lips travel down to his neck.

“I wanna talk to you first, though.” he manages to say between his panting.

“So talk.” you say and go back to the week spots on his neck, secretly smiling against his skin.

“You’re not-” he swallows a groan. “exactly making it easy.” He then pulls your head up to face him and gives you another long kiss. But this time not out of the heat of the moment. Instead with so much meaning engraved on it.

“Y/N... I never meant to hurt you.” he says staring into your eyes. “You were right, I was a coward but- I swear if you give me another chance, I will give it my all. I’ll be a thousand percent in.”

You smile. He looks so much like a lost puppy that it makes you want to tease him. “Well, prove that to me right now then.” you say slyly.

“Uhh- I will. I- I’m gonna go dye my hair brown, right now. I bleached it to get your attention, anyway. Not to attract others, I promise.” he says in panic.

You burst into laughter. When you first started dating, you talked him into not bleaching his hair anymore. You always said it was only for his health but he always knew you were jealous of girls getting attracted because of it, too. “No, don’t. I actually missed how even hotter it makes you look. Let’s keep that for now.” you say. “I was kidding, you don’t have to do or say any-”

“I love you.”

You pause. It’s not the first time he tells you that. But this time he says it in such a way that you’re certain it’s the real thing. Even more real than before. “I love you, too.”

“So...” he leans into you and whispers in your ear. “Couch or bed?”

You both giggle. “Surprise me.” you whisper back and he quickly tries to lift you but fails, making you both laugh out loud. “Umm- I haven’t been working out lately, baby. I’m sorry.” he says between giggles.

Between all the laughter, you silently thank him for giving you another chance, too. And make a mental promise that you won’t give this up so easily ever again.

....

A/N: This was my first Yoongi fic and I feel good about it. It’s really hard to imagine Yoongi not being a god at music so anytime I use him as a character, he’s always a prodigy lol. I can’t help it he’s just really good. Anyways if you’ve bared with this, thank you sooo much for reading and I hope you liked it. Let me know if you did. Always wash your hands and stay healthy :)

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beautifulchaostrash · 3 years

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Martin Hcs!!!!

so uh, i found a new fictional boy to obsess over. For the uninitiated, Martin is a character from the movie Martin (1977) and he is an absolute sweetheart i love him sm aaaaaaaaaaa go watch the movie but check doesthedogdie.com for tws/spoilers, because it’s kind of intense! it’s not a very popular movie so idk how in depth the warnings are. If you’d like some more details about tws for the movie u can dm me!

anywho, onto the headcannons!

-he loves pizza! shy boy can’t get enough of it. prefers some form of peperoni/ sausage/meat toppings

-I am making the descision right now to hc martin as a real vampire for the most part. I could go into all of the textual evidence as to why i think Tata Cuda was telling the truth, but it doesn’t matter because the real reason is because vampire boyfriend hot oki???? Leave me alone kljlsdkfjlskdjf /lh

-i AM acknoledging the fact that the movie leaves it vauge on purpose, and i respect that, but in order to write for him i need to pick one and stick with it otherwise i’ll just confuse myself. i am not going to be erasing the fact that martin is clearly portrayed with mental illness/neurodivergence!

-enjoys things likes crosswords, word searches, and brainteasers like sudoku and nonograms

-he really likes music and he fucking loves to dance and sing! only ever does it when no one is around though, it’d take one hell of a miracle for you to catch him in the act. as for the kind of music he likes, he likes the Beatles and things like that

-he knows how to knit and embroider. he enjoys knitting small things like tablecloths, scarves, and such. He 100% embroiders flowers and vines on his converse you cannot tell me otherwise.

-really good at magic tricks and sleight of hand. he has, admitedly, shoplifted and picked pockets before, although he swears those days are behind him, promise

-okay, that’s a lie, he will occasionally obscond with trimmings and lefovers from cuda’s butcher shop and use them to feed the stray cats and dogs in braddock

-mans fucking LOVES baking bread, like, a lot. the cuda household would literally never need to buy bread again if it weren’t for cuda being a bitch and not letting him because “bAkInG iS fOr gIrls >:(”

as for some more vampire centric stuff, here are some traits i’m assinging to martin.

-has a keen sense of smell, especially for things like blood and meat

-as a vampire garlic tastes like soap. It won’t kill him, but he still does try to avoid it when he can. it also severely hinders his sense of smell.

-he sees better in the dark, and sunlight can hurt his eyes and give him headaches

-stronger, faster, and nimbler than his physique would suggest

-mildly allergic to iron, not silver! his skin will break out in hives and rashes when he comes in contact with it for too long. he absolutely hates the irony of it. will vehemently deny it to his dying breath

-mod elith

#martin #martin matthias #martin 1977 #slasher #headcannons #george romero

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babbushka · 4 years

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Hello! Please fell free to ignore this. This Is just me venting .

Today at 11:59 Is the deadline for a homework, that I waited for the last moment to do it. I didn't feel motivated to do it . I was actually thinking about not doing it at all, but I was having a dilema because it was homework . Anyway I send it a couple minutes ago and don't know. It wasn't that bad but I'm not proud about it either. And I also feel bad bacause It wasn't that hard of an assingment and I treated it like such.

I feel like I can confide in you and somehow not sound as the crybaby I feel like. Maybe it is because you don't know me, I don't know. But for some reason I feel safer telling you than telling It to an irl friend.

Lots of love.

I just want you to know my dear anon, that I’m proud of you. From my too many years in academia, I’ve found that when it comes to assignments, some points are always better than no points. You made an effort, maybe it wasn’t the best effort in the world, but it was the best you could give at that moment, and that’s more than enough. There’s always another opportunity, another day, another assignment. Worse comes to worst, reach out to your professor if you need an extension on something in the future! They’re people too, and especially in times like these, I’m sure they’d be understanding.

Life is hard, and times are stressful. Sometimes we procrastinate on things and sometimes we don’t put much work into something -- but that’s okay! Not everything you do has to be 100% perfect all the time. Ten years from now, hell even one year from now, no one is going to hold a single homework assignment over your head.

It’ll all be okay, go get some rest and know that you are loved!

#<33 #Anonymous #cowboy answers

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hermanosreyes · 5 years

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coco being your best friend would include...

a/n: here is an anology for all of you tranq is my father, coco is my best friend. i just need to be coco’s fucking best friend and be his emotional rock ?? so here’s a list of hc that i made with @juniperjane just so you can all have a small insight to our late night conversations when i can’t sleep

okay so let’s get this straight you and coco are both hot messes but you’re different types of hot messes it’s all about the balance

just imagine this like you’re having your stupid conversations and bishop is just there giving you the oddest look and is just like ???

and you’re like “look bish it’s all about the balance”

coco: sets his hand out steady and is like “you see this, imagine a see-saw and it’s my hand. perfectly. balanced”

continues to get odd looks from everyone

okay but hotmesses but in different ways

hot mess a la coco:

you help him with laundry because he would leave all his clothes until the last minute, throw everything into the washer and ruin clothes and you’re just like... w t f

so now it’s to the point where you’re just like “it’s laundry day, bitch, get over here” and he’s like “oh noOoOo you don’t have to help me...”

and you’re like “just pick up the fucking pizzas and get over here

you had to break it to him that you don’t wash dishes by haphazardly throwing them into the dish washer, pouring in laundry detergent and hoping for the best

you: constantly reminds him that you’re the reason he has clothes to wear and don’t smell like shit

you: look at me, coco. you are fucking good enough. okay?

hot mess a la you:

you: coco the car made a noise, fix it

you: so there’s either a demon or a mouse in my garage anyways i’m outside your house move the pizza boxes off the couch

you: i just watched a scary movie, anyways, do you think taza could perform an exorcism or...

you: panics

coco: grabs you by the shoulder “hey look at me. just look at me. breath, preciosa. breath”

okay but the conversations that would come out of this friendship would be second to none

philosophical conversations when neither of you can sleep, it’s three in the morining and you just need to get out of your head

you texting him: you up?

him: duh omw to get you

going out to the desert and laying out under the stars. i just imagine like him laying and you laying across him with your head on his stomach/chest

just contemplating everything in the world, contemplating your life, telling stories, getting things off your chest, probably crying.

the most crackhead conversations you could ever have

if you were a sandwhich what sandwhich would you be?

if you were a breakfast item what breakfast item would you be?

you settle on he’s a danish and you’re a croissant just accept it

“shut the fuck up you dense ass danish head”

you: you’re the danish to my croissant

tranq: but ...??? danishes??? and croissants ??? don’t go together???

you and coco: e x a c t l y

then you assinging breakfasts to everyone else

tranq: full english breakfast

riz: acai bowl

gilly: breakfast burrito

angel: “wait what am i?”

you: “dumb bitch juice smoothie, next”

coco snorting in laughter

okay this is a part of another hc that she made but coco is a doodler

this bitch doodles on everything legit everything

when he’s anxious af or like regressing into himself and can’t find paper you offer your arm for him to doodle on

can you imagine... one day where you save the doodle on your arm and get it turned into a tattoo

showing it to coco for the first time

coco: bitch don’t you shower

you: -_- bitch im the reason YOU shower, no you dense ass danish head this is a TATTOO

but he’s obsessed with it and is now giving you napkins and napkins of doodles for your next tattoo

imagine the sleepovers and the hangouts you would have

you said move the pizza boxes off the couch but he wouldn’t ever let you sleep on the fucking couch

you always have the bed but tbh you both end up falling asleep on the bed together because you are each other’s cuddlebugs

COCO AS THE LITTLE SPOON after like begging him to let you and him trying to scoff it off as he is too tough for this shit

but once you let him and he’s like running your hands through his hair hes like is this??? love he’s never had anyone hold him ... melts against you

but coco also likes being the big spoon and holding you and like protecting you because you’re his emotional r o c k

but also random hang outs where you’re at home and he just walks in with blunts and like capri suns and he’s like “get ready to party croissant face”

and by party i mean watch alien shows as you sit there paranoid and high af

protective best friend coco okay fight me

he would be one to use his voice more than his hands but hell for fucking sure throw hands

and just ??? can i be his best friend pls???

and s o much more

#mayans mc imagine #mayans imagine #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz #mayans mc #mayans

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inbarfink · 5 years

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Every Angel was created with a Purpose. When She brought them into being, she first uttered their Name, and than another word, a command, to indicate their Purpose.

People who know Aziraphale nowadays might be suprised to learn that the second word he heard after ‘Aziraphale’ was ‘Fight’.

The second word Crowley heard, and the first one he remembers (the Angelic Names of the Fallen have been throughly erased from existence and memory), was ‘Create’.

People who know Aziraphale nowdays might also be suprised that he used to be quite good at his Purpose. Well, there wasn’t a lot to Fight back than. Back then all the existed was Heaven and other Angels, and Her, of course. Aziraphale sometimes wondered why have soliders if anyone who existed worked together for the glory of the Lord, but I guess you can never be too sure? Most of what he did was train, or march, or try and make up Neat Tricks to do with his sword to entertain himself (with the same enthusiam and also general talent he later had for human Stage Magic. Thankfully, that was before any Angel had being assinged a corporeal body, so injuries were minimal).

Crowley (or rather the Nameless-Angel-Who-Would-Be-Crowley-One-Day) was excellent at his job. He was focused on stars, of course. The Alpha Centauri project was what he spent most of his Angelic Days on. (Although much, much later, Crowley suspected being turned into a Serpent was some petty ironic punishment about a snide comment he made passing by the Living Creatures Design Department. He wouldn’t put this sort of thing past Her).

Than came the Great War, and the Fall, and that changed everything for both of them.

Suddenly, ‘Fight’ was no longer an abstract, distant idea to Aziraphale. Suddenly, he and all of his platoon were in the front line of a new, terrible thing called a War. It was horrible. The only way to destroy an Angel’s being, Hellfire, was not created yet (nothing so unholy was created yet) but does it make better or worse when all of this hacking of limbs and holy fire thing is endless? A lot of Angels found that the Great War has made them harder and tougher, espacially the ones not created to Fight. But Aziraphale just found himself growing softer at the sight of all of the horrors of what fighting truly entailed. He discovered that he doesn’t want to hurt people, that he doesn’t want people to suffer, and that he doesn’t like to suffer himself. When the war was over he felt much, much older, even though Angels have no concept of aging.

All Demons have a complicated relationship with their previous Purpose, that’s a given. But if you’re a Demon who’s been previously commanded to Fight or to Lead or to Plan, it’s.... not impossible to find something to do in the newly-formed Armies of Hell. For those who have being told to Create, the situation is a bit more complicated. Demons are not supposed to Create anything. A lot of them decided to dedicate themselves to Destroying instead, as a big fat Fuck You to God. Now, Crowley’s all about giving God a big fat Fuck You in *general* but... he doesn’t like to Destroy, he still likes to Create. If you get him in a Mood, he’d tell you Heaven was all full of boring bastards and that there’s nothing he misses up there and he doesn’t regret Falling. But the truth is... he does miss being able to Create by God’s side, he really does.

His Name might’ve been taken away, but the nebula he designed was not. That’s his little cold comfort.

When the Angels were created, none of them were given a Purpose like the sort of job Crowley and Aziraphale ended up getting on Earth. God never told any Angel ‘Yeah, Guide but also Protect and Teach do some Blessings and Healings and maybe a tiny bit of Fighting’, and so there wasn’t any Angel or Demon that was right for that kinda job. Some might say it’s because Angels were created before the World and so there was no need for ‘Secret Earth Agents’ Angels, but also God created Warrior Angels before there was anyone to Fight so you know.... it’s all very ineffable.

Heaven and Hell could send temporary agents here and there for spesific jobs, relay a message from God, lay a curse on this spesific person, apparently one of the patriarchs of the Chosen People need someone to wrestle??? But when it comes to someone they can stick on Earth on a permanent basis and just... trust they could nudge things in their direction? Who would they send?

Well, Heaven had Aziraphale, an Angel who is supposed to Fight and yet is quite unfound of waving shiny bits of metal around and hurting people. And who’s favorite pick for a corporeal body was short and chubby and pleasantly unthreatning.

So, you know what? That job is... kinda like Fighting against the forces of evil, but you don’t use a sword (most of the times), you use words and guidence and maybe some miracles - that’s close enough, right? Better than having a useless Angel sitting around in Heaven thinking about the horrors of war or whatever, so down you go, Aziraphale! You got the job!

And Hell had Crowley, who didn’t want to Destroy, but found out he was pretty good at Corrupting. The difference between Creating something and twisting it into something different was pretty blurry. Every pot was once a mere piece of clay. And Hell is not short on corruptors and tempters, but Crowley had a real talent for it, and if it’s the closest he’s ever gonna get to hanging the stars again....... he’s gonna take it.

Aziraphale noticed at some point, that although Crowley sold him on the Arrangement as a way to generally minimize work, there’s a certain type of projects the demon is actually passionate about doing. Where Crowley invoke the Arrangement not to say “Hey, how about you take over this temptation job for me and I’ll owe you one?” or “Look, it’s gonna be easier if we just TOLD Head Office that we faced each other in Battle and scared the other one away, right? I know how much you hate to do battle”, but rather “Manchester is going to be MY city, Angel! I’ve got big plans for it! So you don’t get to touch my project and in return... I won’t touch Shropshire for a while, how’s that sound?”. Times where, even if he’s got no ideological stake in Hell, he is still invested in his project working right. He’s got a real passion for them All of those projects have been about... Creating something; like the M25, Reality TV, or Furbies.

It takes a long, long time before Crowley opens up to Aziraphale about his life before he Fell. It doesn’t come as a big suprise to the Angel that the Demon was told to Create, even if he wasn’t actively TRYING to figure it out before. He didn’t know what to say, save for the fact that his Heavenly creations were beautiful, he’s going to remember every star Crowley put into place and cherish it as the work of his beloved serpetn, even if his name was Erased from it.

Next time Aziraphale sees a map of the M25, he thinks about Crowley moving marker pegs in muddy, wet fields and wonders about how similar it is to painting a constellations in the night sky

#Good Omens #aziraphale #Crowley #crowley good omens #ineffable husbands

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dontyouhaveahobby · 5 years

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I want to become a trans ally

I believe that all people deserve the same rights, no matter their mother tongue, skin colour, assinged gender, religion/ethic, birthplace, genitalia etc. I also know that in fact, people do not have the rights they deserve. So we have to fight for these rights.

Until my mid 20s, I thought feminism was some kind of old school, not up to date movement. I mean, I did not see what feminism was fighting for as I did not feel discriminated in any way. I could choose the town where I wanted to live, the job or academic field I wanted to work in, could choose if I wanted go search my soulmate snd marry one day or stay for myself. I could to my paperwork on my own as well as changing the tires of my car. (Implicitly: all withing the social and political framework of Germany, one of the richest 1st world nations and as a cis woman with Caucasian skin colour).

It wasn't until my late 20s/early 30s when I realized, that indeed there was still a problem with being s woman and that made feminist movement relevant. When going on job hunt, I was rejected. Because people saw a married woman in the age when many start a family. This did not only happen to me: A woman was refused a new contract after she got married. Another did not get the job, but a man was hired - there are many more examples.

It was around the same time that I started debating about feminism with my mother. This is her point of view:

Women can do anything that men can. They can work in mechanics, teach math at universities, can make around-the-world races, can build houses. They also can be caregivers to children, cook, work as cleaning ladies, sell fashion or cosmetics, be stay at home moms. Some are introverted, some are extroverted. Some are loud, some are not. Some like wearing skirts, others don't. Some are rebellious or ambitious or lazy or loving or polite or intelligent - and others are not. If a woman has trouble living her live the way she wants, that's where feminism should fight for. If she did not get the job only because she is a woman - feminism fights for her. If she was not treated equally to a man although the only difference between the 2 of them was the gender - here we go. And if anyone tells our girls they cannot do the same as boys can - we challenge them. If you look deeper, you'll find more examples. Point is: women are so completely different to each other, that it is offensive to think you know anything about a person just because you learned what her gender is. There is only 2 things that all women (in our country) have in common: 1. They are treated in a certain way because people think they know something about a person just because they know their gender. 2. The body =having organs and hormones, having periods and later not anymore, having breasts. You know what i mean.

If you come from this point of view, the existence of trans men can be a problem. There is no reason to change the gender when it does not matter anywhere in life what gender you have. And if it does make a difference what gender you have, come and fight with me to change that. In that sense, every trans man is a lost female feminist (activist).

On the other hand there is my cis normative background/ socialization. I learned that there are 2 types of humans: who can get pregnant unter the right circumstances, and those with a penis who are needed to make the others pregnant. Along with 2 roles in the reproduction process, there come 2 sets of genitalia. And along with 2 sets of genitalia, there come 2 variations of chromosomes: XY and XX. Yes, there are people who do not fit into that, but this are reaaaally rare cases, so they do not proof the 2 gender separation is basically wrong.

About trans persons, I've heard things like: This is Sarah. Sarah used to be a man until two years ago. Or: Sarah was born as Michael and came out as trans two years ago. As a kid, Michael liked dancing and makeup.

Today I know how terrible this must be for any trans person to read. Back then i didn't know any trans person and it sounded absolutely logical, and it was explained like this everywhere so I did not even come to the idea that there might be a terrible mechanism at work.

Sarah did not used to be a man. Sarah has always been a woman (and before that, a girl), but she was forced into a man's role because she's been assigned the wrong gender at birth. Sarah was not born as Michael. She had a different name back then, based on her wrongly assigned gender.

I still have some steps to take. My mother's theory of feminism sounded really attractive and reliable to me. But: If we are so different to each other, and we do not even have the same genitalia/chromosomes - what does being a woman even mean? Is there at least anything that we all have in common, except for the word woman? Don't we revive old stereotypes if we search for a common basis outside our bodies? Yes, it's about how you identify. But for me, identifying as a woman is an option and I can not make a decision without knowing what it means in the end. Until today, I choose to identify myself as a woman, because, let's face it, we live in a cishet binary society. And even if i don't know am I a woman or not - i am definitely not a man.

Then there was this tweet i saw today: someone joined a woman's fb group, introducing herself with "hi my name is XXX, I'm trans" The other's group members reacted with something like "I don't care what's in your pants."

For the twitterer this seems to be not a welcoming reaction. Another user commented, it would have been better to answer with "oh that's , cool" in the meaning of I acknowledge your identity but not 'other' you.

My problem: If all I know about a person is the gender and the name, I know basically nothing. Are you shy, are you loud, are you young, are you into cars are you into makeup, are you into shoes, are you into construction maschines, are you into fashion, are you into astrology...? If I am given the additional information, this person was assigned another gender at birth, I do not know if that person is on HRT, if she has a supportive family, if she had been attacked for being trans before, if she intends or already had surgery. Given this little piece of information only tells me, that older people saw something between her legs that let to the wrong assigned gender. So by saying "I don't care what's in your pants" they refer to the only information they have and make thr statement that trans women are welcome. How can I acknowledge an identity if I don't know anything about it?

So my next task is to understand why the welcoming of the cis was awkward for tbe twitterer.

By the end of my text I realize the one and only question for me is: What the hell is a woman? What does a human make a woman other than self identifying as a woman? Shared experiences (other than body related)? Is this a cultural thing that depends on the society you live in? 🤯 Or am I no female in the end and that's why I cannot figure it out?

Any feedback is highly welcomed

#feminism #trans #i have no clue #please advise #who's a woman #what is this about?

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