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1d1195 · 24 hours

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From me: Just a silly little thing I was thinking about. Not a lot of background. Probably has some plot holes. Currently thinking it will not continue.

Warnings: Enemies to lovers (you came, you called)

Summary: She doesn't like Harry. Which is fine because Harry doesn't like her either. Except both of them are lying.

Harry didn’t like her. But to be fair, she didn’t like him either. For albeit stupid reasons on both their parts that had prolonged throughout their lives. She was best friends with Eleanor. By proxy Eleanor’s boyfriend Louis and his circle of friends were therefore inextricably linked to her. Which meant she and Harry were around each other.

A lot.

To everyone’s dismay.

It was an offhanded comment, one that Harry never should have made but it soured her to pieces. “Only an idiot would do something like that,” he said, quietly. Only Louis overheard.

And her.

That was Harry’s mistake.

But she wouldn’t take it lying down. Harry could call her stupid all he wanted; she wouldn’t let anyone get away with saying it to her. So she told him off.

It was probably the first time in his life anyone had ever stood up to him. She found that when people were attractive, they were more likely to get away with bullshit that others would put up with even though they didn’t need to. Someone like Harry was more likely to say whatever he wanted and just assumed no one would tell him off because he was pretty.

Harry shouldn’t have called her an idiot. It wasn’t kind. Maybe he was jealous because honestly, watching her follow her passion was admirable and if the light hit her just right maybe he would have agreed that she was cool for doing what she wanted despite all the naysayers like him.

Even if it was embarrassing to be told off in front of their friends.

“Damn,” Louis whispered making everyone snicker. Harry was fuming. His eyes practically turned red with anger while he glared at her.

So, they weren’t friendly.

But given they were stuck in one another’s lives they learned to be... cordial. As cordial as two people could be when she absolutely wanted to claw his eyes out.

An hour.

That was how long she waited inside before she realized it was no use. No new messages, no phone calls. Nothing.

For whatever reason, she imagined Harry’s smug smile saying something to the effect of “I told y’were an idiot.”

It fueled her anger, and she silently blamed him for her date’s inability to appear. Which made no sense at all. Harry had no idea she was even on a date. But she had waited too long and honestly couldn’t disagree with the British voice mocking her inside her head. She was an idiot for waiting so long.

Her phone gave her more disappointing news but she was grateful she had service.

“Hey, uh... Uber is going to be... a wait,” she mumbled quietly standing just inside the entryway of the restaurant she had stayed at far longer than any sane person would have. “I know you’re on a date, I’m so sorry. I just... any chance you’re around to come get me?” She asked through her phone. The anxiety filled her lungs and a single tear rolled down her cheek. It was so typical that she didn’t have anyone to come get her.

“Oh, babe, I’m so sorry. Louis and I have been drinking and—”

She nodded, closing her eyes. She knew it was a long shot. If it were any other time, she had no doubt Eleanor and Louis would be there for her. “Oh, you know what,” she laughed quietly. “The app just updated their time. They’ll only be five minutes,” she assured her. “Sorry to bother you,” she sighed looking at the time on the app that increased by another half hour.

“Not at all, you know I’d be there as soon as I could,” Eleanor assured her.

She texted her mom, her sister, even her sister’s boyfriend and was met with no response from any party. Her toes were numb from the chill in the air and uncomfortable shoes. It was unfair. No one was there for her when she needed them. Ever. It sounded so dramatic but it was true. She wanted one nice thing. She wanted a nice date. A night out. It wasn't supposed to be hard.

Anxiety rolled through her with each passing second on the cold street. Her throat felt tight as she scrolled through her contacts one last time and realized there was one and only option left. But she sure as hell wasn't going to call him.

Are you busy?

Is this a joke?

Well, that was a short-lived idea. God, he was the worst.

Forget it.

What? Your date stood you up?

I said FORGET IT.

Why did you text me, then?

Lapse in judgment. Won’t happen again.

Her phone illuminated with Harry’s contact, no picture. Just his name. Not even an emoji to recognize she had known him for ten years. She may as well have had his number for no longer than a week. “What?” She snapped.

He snorted. “Let’s get it straight, love. You contacted me.”

“And I told you to, ‘forget it.’”

“Are y’seriously that stubborn y’won’t tell me?”

“No, I’m not stubborn,” she was very much so stubborn. “I will not let you berate me and call me stupid or make fun of me for going on a fucking date. I needed help and I will admit. I was stupid to call you thinking you would do anything but sit on your throne of self-adoration and help someone else. As I said, it was a lapse in judgment. Good. Bye.”

With an invigorated sense of frustration and anger, she had determined walking was her best bet. It had only been five minutes since she spoke to him. Her feet were aching, the chill gripping every inch of her body, when a car slowed beside her. It parked and she heard the door open. She didn’t turn around. Anxiety crept through her veins. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest, and she tried to remember the self-defense moves she had learned in a seminar put on by her dorm her freshman year of college.

“How much for an hour?” Harry’s voice cut through the cold air. She wanted to be mad. Wanted to snap something at him. But the relief crushed her; she couldn’t help but feel grateful for his familiar voice.

“You couldn’t afford me,” she grumbled turning back toward him. He was leaning against the side of his car—just by the front wheel. Ankles crossed; hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. He looked like a model for either the car or his coat. Hell, he could have been a model for the laces of his shoes. He was utterly beautiful.

He scanned her up and down. “S’that how you dress for all your first dates?”

“Shut the fuck up, Harry,” she muttered. A blush painted her cheeks as he scanned her. It felt so judgmental she wanted to punch him. She stood in front of him several feet away, eyeing him suspiciously. She didn’t know how he knew where she was. Didn’t know why he even decided to show up. Honestly, she thought maybe he was just driving around and was going to just get back in his car and leave her.

He snorted, scuffed the bottom of his shoe on the sidewalk. “You look nice.”

“Nice?” She repeated. “Is this a joke?”

“A lapse in judgment,” he rolled his eyes. “Are you getting in or what?” He asked pushing himself off his car and opening the passenger door.

“Why did you even come here?” She asked. The warmth from his car hit her like a blanket and she wanted nothing more than to dive in and snuggle into the front seat, blast the hot air at her toes, and fall asleep against the heated seat he knew she had from all the times Eleanor talked about it.

But she was stubborn.

“Obviously it was a mistake,” he closed the door again and made his way toward the driver’s side. “Could leave you here instead,” he shrugged eyeing her over the top of his car. Like a game of chess. It was her move. She glared at him and put her hand on the car handle. He locked the door as she pulled and smirked at her. “So easy,” he mumbled.

She thought taking her chances walking would be better—her toes were going to fall off and the numbness was creeping up her ankles and making way for her legs. “Oh, forget it,” she grumbled and stalked back down the sidewalk.

Harry groaned as if truly pained by her existence. “Oh, for God’s sake, love! It was a joke,” he was by her side before she had taken ten full steps.

“What are you doing here, Harry? Huh? Just here to rub salt in the wound? I got stood up, okay? You were right. Happy? I just wanted to—”

“Idiot.”

Fury pulsed through her at his interruption. At the insult. She slapped his cheek before she could say anything else. Before she could think of anything else. His head was still turned to the side when she marched further down the street without waiting to see his reaction. The numbness of her legs didn’t deter her. The heat of her embarrassment flooded her and warmed her plenty to make it somewhere nearby that would have more accessible Ubers.

“What the fuck was that?” He snarled, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around. It shouldn't have been a surprise he caught up to her so rapidly.

“You called me an idiot,” she snapped back.

He chuckled darkly. His grip tightened on her wrist, and he shook his head. The laugh hadn’t a trace of humor in it. “He. Your date. He’s an idiot.” She glared at him waiting for him to make another joke at her expense, but it never came. They stood still on the sidewalk. Harry’s hand holding her wrist like she might bolt at any second. Lord knew she was thinking about it. His gaze didn’t stray from hers. Intense.

And really fucking beautiful.

“Get in the car,” he ordered.

Which she didn’t take kindly to. “I’ll take my chances,” she sniffed and tugged, trying to release his grip. He didn’t budge, not even a millimeter.

“M’not asking,” his voice was low. “Get in the car, or I’ll drag y’in,” he promised.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me, love.”

The thought of Harry dragging her in the car didn’t seem like a good idea. It would only embarrass her further. “Why did you even come here? I told you to forget it,” she muttered.

He opened the passenger door and the warmth once more enveloped her like a hug. He gently touched her shoulder. She turned in the space between the opening of his car and Harry. He stared at her again. “You called me,” his voice was gentle. Unlike anything he had ever heard from him—especially directed toward her. There was no shrug, no indifference, no irritation. He was breathing evenly. As if they had done this a thousand times. As if he looked at her like she was... precious all the time.

There was a thud in her chest, her heart stuttered unevenly against her ribs. Her lips parted and she didn’t know what to say or do. Her toes weren’t numb anymore. She wasn’t cold. There was a silence that filled the space between them as he stared at her and part of her believed if they just never spoke again maybe they could be friends.

“If some idiot guy can’t see how special you are then s’his loss. Only his loss. Standing up anyone is horrible. Standing you up...someone so pretty, so intelligent, so kind, should be a crime.” The words escaped her. The air in her lungs was gone. “M’always gonna be there for you,” it felt like a trap to let him say something like that to her. His hand reached up from his side, he brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. “I don’t know what happened, love,” he murmured. “I... I was so worried. And I truly would pity the person that tries t’take you on,” a smile danced at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t smug. It was beautiful and melted her further and it wasn’t even a full smile. “And I was still so worried... I jus’,” he shook his head. “I think I ran two stoplights,” he admitted. “S’like a switch flipped, love. Never been so worried ‘bout anyone like that,” he continued holding her gaze.

She bit her lip and looked at his chest. “Are you fucking with me?” She asked quietly. Her voice defensive but low. Afraid to believe him.

But more afraid to not believe him.

“No, love. Not even a little... well, jus’ the part ‘bout taking you on. S’quite the slap y’gave me,” his smile grew, and he rubbed his cheek as if it really hurt him. Maybe it stung, but she didn’t think it really was all that hard.

“Been like ten years of build up to that.”

He chuckled quietly. “S’all you could muster?” He challenged.

She rolled her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. Genuinely. It felt weird to say it to Harry. Felt weird to be in such a position. But she couldn't help but feel that she liked it.

“Always, love. And I meant it. Y’look beautiful.”

Her heart was doing things that she didn't know Harry could do to her. She blushed, looked at her shoes; her toes numbing in the chilly air. “Well, his loss right?”

“My gain,” he winked at her and gave her arm a gentle squeeze as he left her side of his car for the driver’s side.

“Have you just been jealous all this time?” She asked as he settled behind the wheel.

“No,” he rolled his eyes. The silence was companionable. The first time in knowing Harry that it felt anything other than hostile. “Maybe,” he mumbled.

“Maybe?” Her eyes were delighted, and she smiled at him. “You like me.”

“Oh, bite me,” he grumbled. “I do not.”

“You so like me,” she teased. Her cheeks were warm making her forget about the cold. He didn’t say anything. Just the gentle hum of the road filled the car. “For what it’s worth, I like you too,” she murmured tucking herself to turn sideways in the seat. Her face squished against the back of the warm seat. “Probably more than a lot,” she admitted. “I guess," she took a deep breath, scared to say it, but Harry had called her pretty, intelligent, and kind. She couldn't let that go unnoticed. Her declaration wasn't as pretty as his but she needed to say something. "I think my brain mixed up my emotions. I was... very unhappy that you didn’t like me all these years.”

“God, love, you're ridiculous,” he grabbed her hand without moving his eyes from the road. He squeezed her fingers but it felt tied directly to her heart. “How could I not like you?"

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strlvvr · 3 days

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my best friend's brother (is the one for me) - matt sturniolo x reader

where y/n has had a crush on her best friend nick’s brother for years

word count: 1.1k words

“i’m not setting you up with my brother.” nick said as he was unlocking the door to his house.

“oh come onnnn,” i whined walking into the house behind him, “he’s so fine though.”

“i’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that actually.” he laughed as matt came out of his room. i stopped for a second or two staring at him. i took in what he was wearing, grey fresh love sweatpants and a tight tank top. his hair all over the place, wiping sleep from his eyes.

"what did she say?" he questioned with tiredness in his voice. "nothing, nothing." i quickly replied eyeing nick not to say anything to his brother.

"you do know it's two p.m. right?" nick asked matt seeing the boy still in pajamas and obviously tired.

"and? can't a man sleep in?" he said sarcastically. i couldn't help but laugh as i put the snacks me and nick had just bought in the fridge. "why are you laughing miss ‘sleep until four p.m.’? you can't be saying anything here." matt eyed me making me stop laughing as soon as he spoke.

"hey now, i haven't done that in months. didn't you just do that, let me see, yesterday?" i retorted watching him roll his eyes at my comment.

i've been friends with the triplets since high school and moved out to l.a. around the same time as them. we became closer with the move, all of us looking for houses and making sure whatever houses we found weren't too far from each other.

i've had a crush on matt since we first met. only recently have i realized it's way more than a crush. i find myself craving him and his presence. we've always had more of a flirty friendship, which didn't help any of my feelings towards him. his nicknames for me bordering pet names, sweetheart, princess, baby.

“whatever you say, princess.”

“of course we can get food, sweetheart.”

“I don’t want to not live by you, baby.”

of course i never believed he ever meant anything by it, but they still made my stomach flutter and my heart skip a beat. the way he said it so casually but yet so lovingly never failed to have me in my head wondering if he really meant what he said.

"what'd you guys get me?" chris asked the second he walked up and saw the bags, no "how are you guys" or "how was the trip".

"nothing. you said you didn't want anything. all four times we asked you." nick said after grabbing one of the drinks we had just bought. i grabbed the pepsi i knew he wanted, along with some of his usual snacks and threw them to him.

"see at least y/n loves me." chris said to nick and then stuck his tongue out at him.

"did you get me anything?" matt asked walking over to me, not stopping til he was right behind me. my breath hitched as he put his hand on my waist.

"yeah, a root beer and the food you texted me about." i replied as calmly as i could, secretly hoping he wouldn't leave his spot to grab them.

"thank you, baby." he whispered into my ear before he pulled away to go find everything, his hand trailing my lower back as he walked away.

he knew what he was doing. there was no way he didn't. i know he feels the way my body shifts into him, the way my breathing gets heavier, the effect only he seems to have on me.

“what are we watching tonight?” i asked while walking over to put my drink on the coffee table, and then grabbing my blanket from the basket.

“what about retribution?” matt suggested sitting in his usual spot on the couch next to me.

“you only wanna watch that for liam neeson.” i told him, grabbing the remote to put on something that wasn’t a liam neeson movie.

“yeah, but he’s just so good.” matt emphasized, moving his arms around trying to make a point.

“what about the crow?” i asked everyone, only to be met with groans from everyone.

“yeah for the thousandth time? no thanks.” chris said, rolling his eyes and throwing popcorn at me.

“yeah and it’s my turn to choose a movie tonight so i don’t see the problem here..” i told him while going to amazon prime and searching up the movie.

as the movie got to my favorite scene, i moved closer to matt to lay on his shoulder. as i was moving he pulled his arm up for me to be closer. as the movie got more gruesome, i felt him hiding in my hair so he didn’t have to watch.

“something funny?” matt asked once he felt me laughing.

“yeah, you. you do this every time at this exact part too.” i looked up at him still laughing a bit, only to find him already looking at me. i put my head back down onto his chest to hide the blush creeping onto my cheeks, directing my attention back to my favorite movie.

“i don’t know why you like this movie so much, it’s weird.” nick complained, obviously intrigued in the movie though.

i roll my eyes, “is that why you’re still watching?”

as the movie went on and i got more tired, i moved down into matt’s lap and put my feet up on the couch. once i was comfortable, i felt matt start to shift around underneath me.

“can you stop moving around, you’re bothering me.” i almost yelled at him, while trying to stay comfortable.

“sorry sweetheart.” he said, moving his hand to my hair, slightly massaging my head. after a couple minutes of that, i was starting to fall asleep. i woke up to him adjusting himself, yet again. this time he got up and started walking towards the bathroom.

“where are you going?” i whined, missing the comfort of him.

“nowhere, just the bathroom.” he said quietly, before rushing off to the bathroom. i moved into his spot, trying to keep what was left of the warmth before he got up. i squint my eyes in confusion, wondering why he rushed off so quickly. but i decided to ignore it and got up and went to the kitchen to grab something to drink. i heard something behind me when i closed the fridge, i turned and saw a disheveled matt behind me.

“you okay?” i questioned once i took in the sight in front of me.

“all good, sweetheart.” he answered, with a familiar look in his eye that made my knees weak.

“you wanna grab me another drink while we’re here?” he asked, still staring at me.“oh yeah, sure,” i turn back to the fridge to grab whatever was in there for him. as i handed it to him i couldn’t help but watch him take the can, the way his fingers wrapped around it had my mind going places it shouldn’t be going.

especially not about my best friend’s brother.

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dragons-and-yellow-roses · 1 year

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I Fucked Up

#i was calling a friend on friday #we got to talking about the summer camp we both work at #and i knew what positions people would be offered even before offers were sent out #i mentioned that i knew where she worked and she said 'i know where im working i just dont know if im assistant director or not'#and i said that unfortunately shes not #after that the conversation kinda died and i was at work so i said bye #today she texted me that she was really upset that i just dropped that news and left #and i didnt know what she was talking about #she said the only thing she was looking forward to was being assistant director and i just dropped that news and left her as she was crying #i didnt realize she was crying! i didnt realize it had meant that much to her and it had affected her so negatively #otherwise i wouldnt have left. but i feel so bad now cuz i love her and i know shes not doing too well rn #so that was uhm not ideal #but then she texted something to the effect of #'its okay it helped me realize no matter how many people say they care ill always be alone at the end #so i should just start to be myself instead of a fake person that i hate made for other people #so uh... glad she's working on herself. not idead that this is how it happened #not great that i hurt someone i care so much about #ive been told that i dont think before i speak. perhaps this was one of those times #but goodness gracious i never thought i could fuck up this bad #i feel so bad... she gave no indication on that call that she was upset. i didnt hear her crying at all #i feel absolutely terrible and i really dont know how to fix this #she said its okay now but theres clearly a lot of negative feelings still there and trust needs to be earned back #fuck

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bookwyrminspiration · 10 days

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i was about to say its a good thing Alden didn't marry Alina because there's too many similar letters in their name--especially since they're both 5 letters starting with "Al," but then I realized Alden and Della are also eerily similar letter and length wise. what's going on here

#kotlc #the text of this post is made of the colors of the transneder pride flag #also it is in a sense satisfying how their names align. the outrage is more for comedic effect #i'm just curious why it's like that now #does this imply that della was a better match to alden? and potentially that she is the imperfect match?#and there's someone even better suited?#comprised of the exact same letters?#adell or something?#is this alden's mysterious perfect match who actually preferred his close friend?#many such questions #wait fuck used the letters of dellas name #Alden’s would be like #nadel #lenda (elf Linda)

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multi-lefaiye · 3 days

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i am the best at oc playlist descriptions (silly)

#multi makes text posts #setting to do not rb for my peace of mind <3 #to be clear. echo's tinnitus and hallucinations are not why she's evil #and that's something i am doing my best to portray respectfully and with thought and care #they're both related to the abuse she's experienced under mazzakarr #and the effects she has to live with because of it #but she's not The Only Character experiencing those things. if that makes sense

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sandinmybed · 7 months

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a lot of y'all claim to be body positive and anti looksism and then as soon as a celebrity does something problematic or you simply dislike them, a lot of you bitches will immediately call them ugly and I'm gonna be the one to tell you that you are not body positive! good looks are not the same thing as moral goodness! you are all so stupid!

#'oh i mean inside ugliness' THEN SAY THAT #because a lot of you will just call celebs ugly rats for not sharing your exact same vibes or w/e #someones views dont change the way they look and you need to recognise this to avoid being drawn in by charismatic evil people #lets use Beyonce as an example. lets say she does something heinous tomorrow. are you going to call her ugly?#or are you reaching because you cant think of a worse thing to call someone than ugly #this is also why yall dont manage to cancel people effectively #as soon as they post a thirst trap or a good photoshoot youre all '😳 if i speak'#body positivity #looksism #fake body positivity #bopo #text #fake activism #twitter

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pearly-sims · 2 years

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PARANATURAL FANS WE’RE EATING GOOD TONIGHT

#the Agent Day = Max’s Babysitter theory was basically already confirmed but it’s still nice to make it extra official #and her NAME #Zack really just let us all believe it was Valentine for a while huh #AND SPENDER FINALLY FINDS OUT ABOUT SUMMERS BEING MRS. PUCKETT!!!#it’s everything I dreamed it would be :’)#and she’s finally being drawn in good detail I love to see it #also wait this is the first time we’ve seen anyone except for Val speak in colored text #just comedic effect or something more important? only time will tell #paranatural #pnat #paranatural spoilers #pnat spoilers #paranatural update #pnat update #dee speaks

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scionshtola · 4 months

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cringe corishtola lore. and also shb spoilers

making myself ill thinking about how cori’s recently realized feelings + shtola not being able to tell who they are bc of the light make cori withdraw from shtola some, bc cori doesn’t want to confess to shtola while they look like a monster to her. and then they don’t want to confess bc they think it would be worse for shtola if they confessed and then turned into a monster and she had to kill them. so once again cori is keeping what they feel from shtola.

meanwhile shtola is on the other side of this desperately wishing that cori would tell her bc she can tell they’re withdrawing. but she won’t say anything, will just keep working to save them because that’s doing something for them. but she’s very half agony half hope about them throughout shb i think. and despite cori’s worries she doesn’t see them as a monster but she can see the pain they’re in more clearly than anyone else except ryne. and that makes her want to tell cori so badly but with cori withdrawing it once again seems like not the right time.

also i think maybe thancred gets back at shtola a little for her comment about not sharing his feelings with ryne by calling her out on her not telling cori her feelings. not like maliciously but it is a bit like well you called me out so i’m going to return the favor because you need it. and shtola threatens turn him into a frog.

#many of you have probably read something to this effect from me before but i’m back in shb era fic and having a lot of feelings okay #also the way this is a reversal of their dynamic in affair au is really getting me #i promise cori does get better about this….she regresses after enw though but who wouldn’t!!#but she’s working on it #also sometimes i’m like would i write more fic if i kept these things to myself. and i think no i would just implode probably #good morning. agshdjskd #i need a text post tag #why did tumblr mark this as mature. agsjdks

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piningprecussionist · 4 months

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*a DING is heard on Kims phone* Stephen: Kim I heard what happened are you alright?

Kim's eyes shoot open as she jolts up from her bed in a cold sweat, hand flying to her mouth just in time to muffle a scream. She pants wildly for a moment, curled in on herself as her pulse pounds in her ears and her vision swims.

Eventually, her pulse slows just slightly, leaving her just a little dizzy as her vision begins to clear.

(What... just happened to me?) She wondered, moving her hand from her mouth to her chest. (... When did I go to sleep?)

She frowns in confusion, looking around the room. Without a window, she'll need to check her phone to tell the time, but things look... well, the same, but different? She didn't quite remember most of these things being placed the way they were... or this room looking quite as lived in. The dissonance is begining to make her uncomfortable, heart rate picking up once again; she tries to take a deep breath as she feels around for her phone.

Thankfully, it's resting on the bed beside her, helpfully announcing itself with a buzz. (Well, that's fortunate,) she thinks idly, flipping it open with a practiced flick of her wrist.

She blinds herself with the brightness of the sceen for a moment, reeling back; blinking out the spots, she rubs at her eyes with her other hand as she settles back into the pillows.

(What's got me taking a nap or something at... oh, it's kind of late, actually. Assuming... do I have an early shift tomorrow or something...?)

She frowns, confused- until her eyes land on the date, and she shoots back up again, one hand flying up to her hair to pull at it.

(IT'S FEBRUARY?! Did someone- did someone mess with my phone?! What the hell-)

She quickly navigates to her messages, checking her new one first. She looks it over with intense scrutiny, trying as hard as she can to figure out what happened.

(What the hell is he talking about? What do I-)

Kim taps her index finger against the side of her phone for a long while, biting her lip. She feels nauseous; something seems very, very wrong here.

I don't know what you're talking about, so I don't know?

I feel like that's not a good sign.

I just woke up; did I go on a bender or something?

After she sends the messages, and stops herself from sending any more, she backs out of their texts to check her others.

They're fairly dead, for the most part, usually; large gaps of time between them, save for her texts with Scott, Ramona, and Hollie, typically. But trying to check them, she frowns, finding a rather curious irregularity. While her texts with Hollie seemed fine, for the most part, a couple were garbled- and when she looked at her conversations with Scott, they seemed to have stagnated for a time, and then also became filled with similar, uncomprehensible symbols and spam. Worst yet was her messages with Ramona- strings of broken text climbing up the screen and blotting out the whole of it, nearly. Something in her chest twinged at that, though she wasn't entirely sure why...

(How did this even... what...)

The only "recent" message Kim can find that sparks a similar feeling is one from Julie- a reminder about a party. Curiously, the message IS partly garbled- notably, where it would be telling her what the party is for- but the date remains visible.

(New Years... has passed....?)

She sets her phone down, putting her hands over her face as she lets her thoughts swirl around. She tries desperately to get herself to remember.

(What the fuck is wrong with me? What happened? Why can't I REMEMBER?!)

#(ooc: you know when you open a text file in notes or something and it's incompatible so it becomes this kinda incomprehensible blurb?)#(ooc: that's what most of her texts past the save she accidental loaded look like- save for Ramona's which also looks like they've been run #+through that zalgo text generator if you're familiar)#(ooc: so all of her anon text interactions are also like this. debating still if her blog itself is fine! or if trying to watch/read things #+back will effect her :3c)#pine.txt #asks #anon #rp #kim pine #sp comic #spvtwtg #spto #spvtw #stephen stills #the-talent-stills #(assuming)#GAME OVER! RESTART...?#this one can also get the fanfic tag. since im using it to establish the immediate after of the last 2 #(ooc: just incase it isn't clear/for anyone confused: Kim DID respawn. a previous version of herself has been loaded in- sort of partly +#+ maybe. you'll see. but she's still like in the Present with everyone is what I'm saying basically)#(ooc: as opposed to if she had properly loaded- where she'd be in a new timeline effectively)#fanfic #(“this can also get the fanfic tag” i say- forgetting the fanfic tag)

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couch-house · 2 years

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Redraw of a page from issue 184 (respect to mr elson) fooooooor chapter 4 of my super sonic fanfic :) (link in rb)

I realize I don't have a future as a comics letterer so in addition to the alt text, I've added the plaintext id (plus the original comic page) after the readmore so you dont HAVE to squint at my pixels lol

[Multi-panel comic page. Fleetway Super Sonic stands in a crackling pink and yellow aura of power, holding a Drakken fish. He says, "I... I did it, Ebony. I was able to absorb the chaos energy just like that!" Ebony cheers him on from the side. "I knew you could! And look at you! You're in complete control!" "Yeah... I think I'm okay!" Ebony turns to Sonic. "You see, Sonic? I was right?" Fleet looks off to the side. "Yeah, I remember what you said about me, Sonic. You thought I'd turn into an evil demon the moment I absorbed this energy. What did you say I was? A demon from Hell?" "Fleet? Are you--?" Fleet continues, the power around him crackling. "Y'know, Ebony. You're the only one... who trusted me. You always trusted me to be good. But no one else... Not even Pyjamas trusted me." He whirls around, tears in his eyes. Ebony's hand is near him. "But you know what?" Fleet blasts Amy, Sonic, and Ebony with a violent burst of red energy and they are thrown away from him. "You should have listened to Sonic!"]

[Full page from STC. Super Sonic stands holding a Drakken fish, sparkling with energy. "It worked, Ebony. I only exist as chaos energy... So it was easy for me to absorb all of Chaos' power!" Ebony gestures to Sonic. "You see, Sonic? I was right!" Super frowns in the background. "Ah yes, I remember what Sonic said about me. He thought I'd turn back into an evil demon the moment I absorbed the chaos energy." He gestures to Ebony, his face away from the audience. "Only you had any faith in me, Ebony. Only you trusted me. But you know what...?" Knuckles, Amy, and Ebony are blasted with bright chaos energy from Super's eyes. "You should have listened to Sonic!"]

#fleetway super sonic #stc #sonic the comic #sth #sonic the hedgehog #ebony the cat #fanart #fic art #amy is also technically there lol #ch4 is. pretty long loll but the chaos stuff was fun to write!#fun fact my frustration at this page was like. a major driver for this fic #i just dont like how little emphasis is on the effect of sonic being a jackass to fleet #like it just as easily reads as 'ebony was stupid for thinking super sonic wasnt just literally evil the whole time lol'#instead of 'shes right but chaos energy + emotional volatility = bad results'#idk man i just wanted it tweaked!!! i didnt like that he was Still Evil at the end!#like i Do believe evil super moments are about fucking with her and tricking her #but i DONT think he was immediately evil #it always reads as his getting triggered by something to meeee #anyway. read my words reblog my art Pleas #id in alt text

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summerlycoris · 3 months

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Guess whos potentially working a triple tomorrow?????????

Im going to transform into my final form if this shit keeps up i swear to god.

#summerly talks #im just. gonna have to tell my boss that. effective immediately. i cant work the weekend anymore #sad because its good money #but this is becoming a fucking pattern and if it does i may actually dive into a fission reactor while singing meltdown ;_;#like. i was okay with the double? my coworker called in because her baby was sick #and she promised me if i couldnt get anyone to cover for my am shift tomorrow she would take it #then at like 9pm i get a text saying. she cant. her baby wont let her leave #and i feel selfish because. she has a baby. but i have cats and luckily i was able to drop by today to pick up my sleepover kit #and also make sure minty had food. (fieldie has an auto feeder so hes okay)#and i just. want to go home #the reality is i cant. i cant go. not unless one of the people i texted gets back to me saying theyll come in #and no one has yet. its 11pm. no one will at this point.#im tired im tired im tired #i dont want to end up like i did at my ladt job. giving away entirely too much of me and destroying myself #ive already lost most if not all of my passion for this job #and when i was younger i dreamt of working with disabled people. i burnt too quick and now im a shell of what i was #but this is the only thing im trained for that would allow me to like. keep my home #maybe if or when i move to brisbane i can look into a different job. do an it course idk. something where there's less people skills needed #i better try to get some sleep orz tonights gonna be a bitch of a thing

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swiftzeldas · 8 months

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been thinkin abt older tv vs newer tv and the concept of High Stakes and how i feel like sometimes there’s this misconception that if you know a character isn’t going to die there are “no stakes” but the thing is a lot of tension in fiction comes not from “are they going to die” but “HOW are they going to get out of this” and “what will the consequences of this be” because sometimes yeah maybe they LIVE but they’re irrevocably changed or they’re badly injured or they have to compromise something else in order to survive! Sometimes that can be a lot more dramatic than a characters death!

Which isn’t to say characters shouldn’t die btw because I actually think more people should die on tv but the risk of death isn’t the ONLY way to generate high tension

#like the consequences of Scully surviving her abduction in s2 of txf for example #has a much more active and ongoing effect on the show than Scully simply dying would have #obviously Scully was never going to get killed off but something happened and she’s different for it so the show and her character #go in a different direction bc of it #text post #storytelling #x files tag #AND I was thinking while watching 4x02 of txf too #I did not think mulder was going to die when those two men grabbed him #but man I was worried about what else might happen #this show happens to be uniquely good at generating this type of tension lmao it’s got me thinking l

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celeryw · 10 months

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doing the Big drive tomorrow

#also i've finally just decided to cop my period proper #but it's like effectively been here for the past week so #ahahahahaaha #cel speaks #huge drive so i can hang out with my friend and go plant shopping etc #an hour and a half 😔#but he has an event next thursday where he'll be in town so we can do something in the cbd probably #it'll be fun #also my other friend has not responded to ny text message from yesterday #she is probably very busy #but i do have some if her stuff #tempted to just drop it off at her house #and like message her if she's home #actually i think i'll just ask if she's home tomorrow and drop it off #i don't want her package in my room anymore lmao

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sanstropfremir · 2 years

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With seulgi solo out, (I really liked it! Tho the mv was meh I wish for the two seulgi scene they had one of them in the snow white outfit and the other in the grimhilde outfit then they cut to the one seulgi in a combined sort of outfit or any outfit really so it could show good and evil in one person but oh well lol) it made me go back to Irene and Seulgi subunit Monster and got me wondering how the heck it worked so so well.

Bc I see many covers of monster from idols as well like two of the izone girls, dreamcatcher girls, and not a monster cover but it gives off similar vibes-- ryujin and yeji break my heart. But they all don't quite hit as hard as the original which makes me wonder what Irene and Seulgi had if that makes sense?? Like their chemistry is very alluring and I feel like the two of them balanced each other out very well. What are your thoughts? If I made sense LMAO

yea i agree they should have at least had the opposing outfits for seulgi for that scene, it would have actually fit the theme lmao.

in terms of monster and why it worked, i think it worked because of all the combined factors (top tier skills, good choreo, it was designed for them in the first place etc etc), but one thing that i think stands out in comparison to people doing covers and itzy break my heart is that the chemistry between seulgi and irene is actively complex. one of the things that makes monster so interesting is that it's really hard to tell who either of them hate more: each other, or you, the viewer. and on top of that they also play a love for each other that surpasses anything they'd give you, so you'd better get out of there real quick if you don't want to end up on the wrong end of a stiletto (knife or shoe). but with break my heart especially, it's a very one note 'cheeky ironic bad girl' performance; you don't really get the sense that they'd actually do anything you to or themselves. it's toothless. with monster there feels like a real threat coming from seulrene that if you even looked at them the wrong way they'd have no hesitation killing you and then each other, just on principle.

#kpop questions #red velvet w #sorry billie eyelash but your sad ironic music ruined a generation of performers ngl #what do i have to do to get these kids to stop being ironic with everything that they do. like fr #commit to the FUCKING bit like don't do this cutesy pretend 'oh look im ~evil~' NO #where is the HATE where are the EMOTIONS give them to me!!#seulgi literally said like yesterday or something that's she's fought with every red velvet member like those girls have HATED each other #and they have that basis of rage to tap into that feeds the relationship #that i dont think anyone who's done a cover or a copycat has ever been able to access it to the same depth #(not apink's copycat. that's the spiritual opposite of monster we love her)#irony can be used very effectively in specific circumstances but it emphatically does not belong in spectacle entertainment!!!#i talked about this in relation to chocome like a year ago or whatever but like. girlies #you can't get on stage and act like 'oh wink wonk isnt it so funny and cheeky' you HAVE to commit or it doesnt work!!#you are not pretending to hate each other as a joke. for the time you are on stage you DO hate each other!#and love each other in equal measure!!#if you want to be a good performer you HAVE to believe in the delusion #yea performing is cringe sorry but everyone who's ever performed before you knows that and has accepted it #do seulrene actually hate each other? it doesn't matter. what does matter is that you THINK they do for this performance #n e ways another dawn another day i talk about how kpop is acting #text #answers

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