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joeys-babe · 5 months

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Joey B Blurbs: Drive My Car

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Summary: You still haven't learned your lesson… and are back with a Joe prank! Now it's calling your poor husband to tell him about your discovery of “Christmas gas”.

Warnings: Fluff, slight illusion to smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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December 12th, 2023

I still don't know how Joe isn't tired of me and my tricks yet. After all of the pranks I've pulled on him I just keep finding more.

Bored in bed since Joe was gone, I found a prank I could do on him over the phone and immediately got down to business.

He was at his parent's house helping his mom build a new dresser like the amazing son he is while I stayed at home with Tyson and Miles. They weren't awake yet so I could put Joe on speaker while recording with his iPad.

After making my hair look decent I pulled Joe’s contact up and called him.

In usual amazing husband fashion, he answered in less than two rings.

“Hey Joey.” - you

“Hey, Mama. What's up? Do I need to step outside for this.” - Joe

Even though I loved Robin with my whole heart, I really didn't want her to think I was a ditz who thought diesel was “Christmas gas”.

“Uhm, yes.” - you

“Okay gimme a sec.” - Joe

A few moments later you could hear the back sliding door shut and Joe told you to keep going.

“Okay so the other day I saw this TikTok about this thing called Christmas gas and I wanted to try it. So I did. Now my car barely even got home and it was making a weird sound.” - you

“Baby… what? What the fuck is Christmas gas and where did you get it?” - Joe

“The gas station we always go to! It's just gas that's supposed to smell like pine wood for the holidays.” - you

I had to mute myself because I was dying laughing. Joe sighed and groaned out of pure annoyance before clearing his throat to speak.

“You actually put it in your car?” - Joe

“Mhm. Should I have not of?” - you

“I don't know, y/n! I've never heard of damn Santa gas or whatever the hell!” - Joe

“Christmas gas! It’s a limited edition!” - you

“Limited edition… baby why would they have limited edition gas?” - Joe

“I don't know. It was like three more dollars a gallon though and didn't even smell like pine wood.” - you

“Oh my god. y/n, was it coming from the green nozzle?” - Joe

“Yes! You have heard of it!” - you

“y/n, that's diesel babe! Did you put diesel in your car?” - Joe

“No, I put the Christmas gas in.” - you

“The green nozzle is diesel, y/n. That's why it was 3 more dollars than the regular gas, and why your car isn't working, because you put diesel in your gas car!” - Joe

“Are you sure? The gas station was decorated for Christmas and the green pump even had lights on it.” - you

“Yes, I'm sure! I'm gonna have to call the mechanic and take your car in when I get home later. Hopefully, your engine isn't ruined.” - Joe

“Is my car going to be ruined, Joey?” - you

“I don't know baby. You have to stop doing those stupid TikTok trends, y/n.” - Joe

“I’m sorry Joe. If my car’s ruined don't feel like you have to get it fixed.” - you

“That's BS. Imma get your damn car fixed. Just promise you won't do stuff like that till you run it by me because it might be a scam.” - Joe

“Okay, baby. I love you.” - you

“I love you too, just don't use your car till I get home. If you need to go somewhere before I do just take one of mine.” - Joe

“Thank you, just one more thing to tell you before you go.” - you

“Please tell me you didn't get your oil changed with reindeer piss.” - Joe

I busted out laughing and Joe giggled along with me, proud of how he was quick enough to make a funny joke.

“No! But… this was a prank.” - you

“Oh my god y/n! So your car is fine?” - Joe

“Yes. I haven't even left the house… or even the bed yet today.” - you

“Shit babe, you had me worried for a minute. Well, I'm gonna go. I love you.” - Joe

“I love you too! Kinda sad I won't get to see you play sexy mechanic though.” - you

“Pregnancy hormones?” - Joe chuckled

“They’re through the roof.” - you giggled

“I’ll help when I get home.” - Joe

I could practically hear his smirk in his lust-laced promise.

“Bye, Joey.” - you

“Bye, Mama. Don’t be buyin’ any gasoline from elves ya hear?” - Joe

“Yes, sir.” - you laughed and Joe hung up

That gorgeous man is a saint for putting up with me.

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Authors note: this is my favorite thing ever?! Saw this request in my inbox and IMMEDIATELY started writing.

Request for this fic;

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madwomansapologist · 1 year

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I saw b99 and idk if your requests are open but i would love a slowburn jake x reader

Where jake is kinda oblivious to reader feelings but also him and reader have a flirt war where who blushes most loses kinda :D

Hope you have a star-tastic day 💫

Wait, what? | Jake Peralta

synopsis: Two competitive idiots in love. That's it.

warnings: None.

note: thank you for your request, i wish you a star-tastic day 🧸🪩

• It was all Boyle's fault. If it wasn't for him, everything would had happen way faster. When you and Peralta meet for the first time, you already working as detective and Jake being a rookie to 99th precint, Boyle shouted something about marriage. It took you years to forget that.

• Jake was a detective with great instincts, it would have been so easy to work with him. Or it would be, if he didn't act like a child. Always bragging, teasing everyone around him, joking about anything that moves. Jake was fun, but was also damn annoying.

• But with time you realized he was more than that. Jake was competent. And never left nobody behind. You could count on him. Not only when you're dealing with dangerous things, but when you need someone to make you laugh on a hard day. Jake will be there, as annoying as he can be, trying his best.

• Falling in love with Jake was unheeded. So slow you didn't even notice. It start with simple things. It started with the way he makes you laugh.

• Jake can make you laugh until you're affraid to piss on your clothes. You being so loud that make other people laugh because of your reaction. But he can also make you chuckle. On these days you're mad at him, or you're in an important meeting, or it is such a bad joke that's embarrasing that you find it funny. And Jake is the best at making you giggle. When you're sad, going through a hard time, and felt like the way of the world is on your shoulders.

• You didn't noticed that you were falling in love, but Jake wasn't so oblivious. He didn't fall in love with you. He walked in love with you. He chose to love you. Jake is immature, and annoying, and childsh and dumb... but he knew what that feeling burning his chest was. Jake just never imagined you could feel the same.

• So time did what it always did: it passes.

• Everything changed when they found out that you were invited to join the Vulture team and didn't know what to do. At first the squad felt betrayed, but then the fear of losing someone important to the team became the most important feeling. Nobody wanted to lose you. Not even Gina.

• For a week, everyone went out of their way to spoil you. You'd fight with them and say it was an important choice and that treats wouldn't help you choose, but that didn't stop them. Boyle cooked your favorite dishes, Terry praised and listened to you, Holt even smiled at you. And Jake, well, Jake became the most competitive person in the world. He was trying to make you realize that no other place would make you as happy as 99th.

• Rosa took you to Shaw's Bar thinking a heart to heart conversation would help, but Jake had other plans. He knew that bar held fond memories, and a little drink would make the nostalgia take root in your heart. He just didn't expect the two of you to end up drunk talking about everything you lived together.

• If without booze you were already competitive, imagine totally drunk. You walked around New York, as loud as possible, betting on everything. About who opened the door first, about what each person on the street would do next, about the result of the football game going on at the time, about which Taylor Swift album would be re-recorded first. And at some point, they decided to see who went the longest without blinking. Jake would blow in your face whenever his eyes stung, but you forced him to keep going until there was a fair winner.

• The drunkness had already destroyed any sense of self-preservation in Jake. All he saw was your constant smile, your cheeks burning, your eyes sparkling. Jake just saw you, without even listening to his conscience. He wasn't afraid, didn't thought he wasn't enough, that you may already had someone else on your heart. Jake didn't think, he just acted. Jake kissed you.

• And you kissed him back.

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twisted-lover-boys · 8 months

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Can I please get Housewarden's when their partner plays the tik tok challenge" yo shorty your man still around?" If you can but if you can't that's fine!

Partner plays the “is your man still around” prank

{not proof-read}

I’ve actually never seen that challenge. Lemme look rq…

Spoiler: I hate infidelity pranks (it’s a whole topic I’m not willing to go into) but some of the reactions are kinda cute…

TW: The consequences of your fucking actions // You feel your sins crawling on your back // Enjoy

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So, first off, Riddle has no idea how pranks work or how they’re supposed to be funny. Solely because he’s only ever been exposed to a certain first year’s pranks but that’s besides the point

It’s best not to pull it in an environment where the rules aren’t gonna matter much, like say a study session. You had gotten a notification and had to “check it” and your red-head boyfriend let you

In reality, you were heading onto tiktok to pull up the prank sound an record Riddle’s reaction. Once you found the sound, you set up the video and waited

Riddle was sipping on some tea he has brewed for you both when he heard that sound. He immediately choked on his drink and stared at you, face turning redder by the second

He immediately asks who you’re talking to but when you deny talking to someone, he gets angrier and goes to take your phone until you show him that it was just a prank and the voice was nothing but an audio recording

You’ve never seen Riddle so embarrassed. Of course he wasn’t happy with the prank and ended up collaring you but that didn’t last long as he doesn’t like seeing you sad. Well, you’ll just have to make it up with some good ol’ fashioned comfort

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I just wanna say that Leona is super perceptive to any tricks that you pull so doing this prank requires a lot of stealth and bribery on your part. Honestly he just doesn’t like being caught off-guard

The best time to do it is during your cuddle time together. It’s simple, secluded, and it’s when the lion is least aware. You had faked getting a notif on your phone and wanted to check it out. Leona let you, of course

While it seemed like you were texting back someone, you were actually opening tiktok and pulling up the video draft you had saved with the sound

Leona’s ears immediately perked up at the sound of the audio. He sat up, ears twitching still, and asked who you were talking to. When you responded with no one, he got even more upset

He was able to quickly grab your phone out of your hands and didn’t process it was a recording until he looked down and saw himself. Cue utter embarrassment

Leona immediately kicked you out of his room in response. It was midday and you didn’t have any classes so you just waited in the lobby for him to come out on his own and ask for cuddles once more. And he did

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Getting a prank on Azul is kinda tricky. Not because he’s unprankable but because he’s naturally super cautious and usually has the tweels shut down any arising pranks, especially from you

If you really wanted to pull this off, you’d have to either do a lot of bribing or a lot of sneaking around. Spoiler, one will get you a free pass through the lounge and the other will get you more suspicion than necessary

Now, actually doing it is an entirely different matter. But let’s say you’re on break with Azul during Mostro Lounge hours as you’re both peacefully doing your own thing. You were on your phone, getting ready for your prank

Of course, you fiddled around a bit as to not draw suspicion as to your true plan. You opened tiktok after a while and started the video, making sure the sound was on

When Azul suddenly heard the voice from your phone, he internally panicked. He dropped his pen and whatever paper he was writing on as he looked up at you

Of course, he asked what that was and when you replied with nothing, he only panicked more, his insecurities growing. He called in Jade and Floyd and told them to take your phone. They did, whether they were in on it or not

When he realized it was just a video, he started sulking. Like, poor octo wouldn’t leave his room from embarrassment and insecurity. He just wants to dig into his octo pot. Don’t tell anyone I told you this, but you can bribe him with some snacks

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First off, how dare you try and prank Kalim. Secondly, good luck. For most pranks, he’s super naive but when they do land, he gets super hurt so you better be prepared for some tears

Planning it will probably be the hardest part because Kalim has to not know about it. You’ll have to do it without him around so take those opportunities well

Let’s say you and Kalim were just relaxing after a long day of classes. You had pretended to get a notif on your phone and went to check it, making sure he didn’t see your screen

You opened your drafted video and the audio and got ready to record his reaction for the prank. Nothing could go wrong, right?

When Kalim heard the voice, he didn’t think much of it until he processed the words it said. He grew slightly upset, asking who you were talking to. When you said no one, he grew even more upset

His mind was racing a mile a minute. Were you actually cheating on him? No, you’d never do that!…right? He hadn’t even noticed how upset he’d gotten until he heard you say that it was a joke and that you didn’t mean to upset him

Yes, Kalim is angry, but not at you. More so at the prank because he just thinks it’s outright mean. You better cuddle that man until he falls asleep I swear—

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Vil isn’t a big fan of pranks for a number of reasons but he doesn’t hate them entirely. He believes that they’re just quick grabs for attention by people who have absolutely no talent. He’d by lying if he thought some weren’t actually good…but pulling one on him will be hard

Pomefiore is all about beauty and Vil keeps a close eye on every single one of his dorm members, with a few helping hands of course, so you’ll need either good bribery skills or luck

Vil, as he normally does, started doing your regular beauty routine with you. You pretended to get a notif on your phone and asked if you could check it. Although he didn’t think it was best, he allowed you

As you opened your phone, you kept your screen hidden as you opened tiktok and god ready for the prank. All you had to do was start the audio

Honestly, Vil didn’t jump at the sudden voice thanks Rook but he immediately knew he didn’t recognize the pitch. When he asked who you were talking to, he didn’t expect for you to just say no one

Vil starting growing suspicious, even more so when you started hiding your phone away from him. It was only a matter of seconds until Vil was able to grab your phone without you noticing

Oh boy, when Vil saw that it was just a prank, he was not happy. For the rest of your routine, you were scolded for pulling such a stupid prank but, for your creativity, he gave you a small kiss as a reward. Just be prepared for a punishment later

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Again, how dare you. Idia’s self confidence is through the floor so any kind of prank will only make it worse. Even after this warning you still want to go through it, you must be prepared to bare the consequences

It’s really easy to plan a prank without Idia knowing. He’s an introvert, he’s hyper focused on his favorite games and shows, and takes privacy very seriously

So while you were chilling on his bed while he played through a game of his, you started to prepare your prank. You pulled the video up along with the audio and got to work

Idia literally choked on his own spit when he suddenly heard the audio. He knew no one else was in his room so where did the voice come from. He then turned to you and asked what that was. When you said it was nothing, he grew more worried

Were you cheating on him? Well, it would make sense since he’s a shut in and barely goes outside but then why wouldn’t you break up with him on the spot? His thoughts ran deeper until he ended up having a mini panic attack and you needed to calm him down

Let this be a lesson to all Idia lovers; please don’t prank him his poor self esteem can’t take it. Snacks, cuddles, and a whole lot of binging is in order

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This is the third how dare you because, really, why? Malleus is such a sweet fae that doesn’t fully understand the concept of pranks but knows what they are. He just die sh fully understand why they’re supposed to be funny

That being said, you can easily plan a prank on him. Not to say he’s oblivious, but it’s easy to fool him for a while and go about your merry way as you decide where best to pull a prank like this

You both like to have relaxing moments together around the campus or in the quiet places of Diasomnia. You had said you needed to check your phone for only a moment and Malleus didn’t suspect a thing

You pulled up the audio and the draft video you had prepared in advance to avoid any suspicions and got ready to pull your prank

When Malleus heard the voice, he initially thought that he’d been spotted by someone but it was too close to be that. Besides, the words that voice said told him it was less than friendly. He looked over at you and asked what that sound was. You only responded that it was nothing

Immediately after, thunder and rain started when barely two seconds ago it was clear as day. It was obvious he was upset. You had to reassure him that it was just a prank. Only a hug and a kiss can cure his sadness…and maybe a trip to the gargoyles…

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translatemunson · 1 year

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track five — the ex tapes

warnings: not proofread. female reader.

author's note: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE DURING THIS SERIES! (sorry i took too long to update). this is the last chapter, and the epilogue will be posted tomorrow! hope you like it!

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It has been weeks. Eddie kept his part of the promise. No calls, no mentions of you — actually, he only talked about how amazing it was to work with Charlie Rogers and how he was happy to get someone that’s not usually from the rock scene to work on something so honest, but so powerful at the same time.

Having your name on the credits had turned out to be a thing for a successful song. You were working so much these days that you feel you’re reaching your limits. Of course, working with Corroded Coffin added a few more people interested to your list, and you were trying to fit everyone.

But you just couldn’t.

That’s why you decided to go on a break. It was a good time since Nancy and Robin were in town, so you would have some time to go out and help them find a place to move in. Driving around LA and having late nights with your friends was everything you needed to keep your mind off work.

And away from the new hit song from Corroded Coffin.

Kinda impossible to forget when the song keeps playing non stop at every radio station. A few days ago, you got a special delivery from the band’s manager: a VIP ticket and an official invite to watch them at one of the sold out Los Angeles concerts, where they would play the song live for the first time. Little did he know you already had tickets for the most distant seat from the stage.

That’s where you’re watching the concert right now. You bought their CDs, listened to all their songs, learned how to sing them. And even if it hurted you to admit, you are really liking it. The energy, how they can control the crowd and engage effortlessly.

And Eddie. You can’t take your eyes off him.

The lights are lowered and the instruments stop. Eddie takes the center stage, a different guitar in his hands. It’s the same one he played when you recorded the song. He pulls his hair back and smiles.

“Having a good time?” The crowd screams. “Glad to hear that. I’m kinda nervous, y’know? I have this special song, like you all heard it already and something says it’s a fans’ favorite,” he smiles and you swear he found you in the middle of the crowd. No, it’s just something in your mind. “It’s also my favorite. This one is special because I wrote it with someone that’s really good with words, and I feel like this is more personal than anything that I wrote.”

His confession is followed by a small pause. He scans the faces around, looking at a specific place close to the stage. Maybe that’s where he was expecting to see you. As soon as reality hits — you’re not there, you didn’t accept his offer — he looks to the band and then smiles to the crowd, wearing the Eddie rockstar Munson mask over his sadness.

“I feel like since this is our second sold out show in LA, I might sing it live. What do you think?”

Everyone screams. People know the words to it, and as a songwriter you can’t lie, this is always fulfilling. However this one song hurts the most to hear. Eddie strums the first note and you feel like someone is taking your heart out.

You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Everyone sings it together. You hold your body tightly, but you can’t avoid moving your head with the melody.

There's a few lines that I have wrote

In case of death, that's what I want, that's what I want

So don't be sad when I'll be gone

There's just one thing I hope you know, I loved you so

It’s funny to hear it. You’re almost sure those lines were written by you, but when Eddie sings it, he makes it his.

'Cause I don't even care about the time I've got left here

The only thing I know now is that I wanna spend it

With you, with you nobody else here

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Eddie’s voice gets heavier and stronger on the chorus. He’s singing from his heart, it’s more transparent than when you recorded. It’s like he’s in pain, real pain. Heart being torn apart, every single emotion being pulled out of him.

I'm sorry but I gotta go

If you'll ever miss me give this song another go

And I just keep on thinking how you made me feel better

And all the crazy little things that we did together

In the end, in the end, it doesn't matter

If tonight is gonna be the loneliest

It hits you harder than you expect. You’re sobbing, tears rolling down your face. Because this song is so personal it is strange to hear it in the voice of thousands of people. You can’t remember anymore which part it’s yours, which is Eddie’s and which lines you wrote together, eyes connecting and words matching.

As the guitar solo starts, you decide you can’t take it anymore. You hold your bag closer to your chest and walk towards the exit. That’s the limit.

You leave the venue almost immediately. You’re running, the tears making your vision blurry, people asking you if you’re alright. No, you’re not, but you don’t wanna say it out loud. You find the first vacancy cab and give the address to the bar where you're meeting your friends.

It’s not impossible to find Steve waving his arms, complaining about never beating Robin in any game. Robin is laughing, holding their beers and begging Steve to let this go. Nancy sees you first and says “Steve, stop, she’s here.”

“Y/N?” he spots the signs that you’ve been crying. “Come here, you need a drink and a few hugs,” Steve opens his arms, but you can’t move.

“Hey, let’s get your face washed, ok?” Nancy steps in, holding your hand and taking you out of your mind. “We’ll be right back, guys.”

You follow Nancy to the back of the bar, not paying attention to anyone around you. You let her guide you to the sink, get some paper towels and remove the make up stains. You do your best to not start crying again. Nancy whispers that everything is gonna be alright while doing it.

“Do you want me to watch over your drinks tonight? I’m not opposed to the idea of you drinking to get these out, but maybe you should be careful,” she says as she throws away the paper towels.

“No, it’s fine, I’m not drinking today. I promised Steve I would drive his car back, so no alcohol for me.” You check yourself in the mirror, glad that Nancy still does a pretty good job as one of your best friends. “You can drink your weight in alcohol, tho, I’ll let you crash in my bed for the night.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. The sofa is comfortable, so don’t worry.”

“Let’s go back, Steve ordered fries and mini burgers before you arrived,” and then Nancy is holding your hand and dragging you back to the table.

Robin moves in the booth to give you space, and you sit across from Steve and Nancy. He looks for any signs that something is very wrong, and when there’s none — already used to your super emotional persona, and he doesn’t think it’s bad — he asks “Did he talk to you?”

“Steve!” Nancy slaps his arm.

“Ouch! No, but really, did he see you?”

“I’ve told you I was going on my own, staying far away from him. So, no, Steve, we didn’t talk,” you feel your lips getting bitter. Robin passes you the soda she got you. “Thanks, Robie.”

“And the song? Did he play it?”

“Yes, he did. And it was perfect,” you admit. “Can we just not talk about it? I'd rather die than think about Eddie Munson.”

“Wait, just one more question!” Robin has the devilish smile that sends a wave of fear through your bones. “Do you still love him?”

“Robin, not a good time,” Nancy rolls her eyes.

“She clearly does, and I’m not letting her run away from this chance.”

“He promised me we would follow our separate paths, and I’m doing my part.” You still didn’t tell any of your friends that Eddie kissed you before you went back home that day. And you would die before sharing this detail.

“Such a talented songwriter, but so dumb. Y/N, really, that boy is in love with you. It’s been weeks since you wrote it, I can’t believe you’re not seeing each other,” Steve says.

“Well, we had a meeting to agree on my part of the deal, but that was it.” Yeah, you walked into the room with your manager, Eddie and his team, but it was a short meeting. He sat there and insisted that you would get the bigger cut of the revenue of the song — since they decided to release it as a special single —, and you just agreed. Papers were signed and that was it. He didn’t even talk directly to you.

“Stupid Y/N,” Robin sights.

“Can we just move on to something else? Please.”

“So, we finally decided on which apartment we’re renting,” Nancy says.

“Please tell me it’s the one close to the beach, I would love to crash there after a long day,” you share your thoughts, even though everyone knows it already. Maybe you should break your lease and get this one.

“Hm, no, actually we made an offer to rent the unit across yours!” Robin shares excitedly. “We should move in next month!”

“And since Johnathan only lives a few hours up north, we are finally gonna be back together!” Robin adds.

“No way!” Steve celebrates. “That’s amazing news! But how did you get it?”

“Oh, Nancy met the lady that owns the place a few days ago and used her persuasive skills to convince her to let us rent it,” Robin explains, dipping her fries in ketchup.

“That’s great! So happy to have you close again! We’re throwing a house welcome party! We can invite some of your LA friends so you could also meet them and create a circle for you as well,” you’re already making plans, finally getting a missing piece back to you.

“Yes! Dinners on me!“ Steve announces.

“I’ll bring the music! And some guys and ladies that might catch your attention,” you blink.

Steve waves to someone behind you, but you assume he’s just calling the waiter to get more beers.

“It’s gonna be one hell of a party!” Robin cheers.

“Am I invited?” The voice you could recognize anywhere.

He steps closer to the table, wearing fresh clothes and his classic denim vest. Robin slips to the middle of the booth and you have no option but to make space for him.

“Eddie, you came!” Steve says and gives you a I’m sorry smile. “How was the concert?”

“It was great. Nancy! Robin! If I knew you were in town, I’d brought you all to the concert,” he takes the vacancy seat by your side and shots you a timid smile. “Did you get the VIP ticket I’ve sent you?”

“You had a VIP ticket and still went with the shitty tickets?” Robin is furious at you.

“So you were there?” Eddie smiles.

There are four pairs of eyes on you and none of it helps with your feelings. You face Eddie and push him out of the place he just took.

“Ouch! Is that a way to treat a rockstar?” He says, a lot of humor in his words.

“Shut up, Munson,” you stare at your friends, “don’t go anywhere without me, or I’m making your lives miserable.”

“Why should we leave?,” Steve makes himself more comfortable, and you know he can’t wait to watch you from the other side of the bar.

“Good luck finding another roommate, Steven.”

“I have two right here,” he points to Nancy and Robin.

You leave the table and Eddie follows you to the exterior area of the bar. He lights a cigarette and leans on the wall.

“I was there,” you admit.

“I know, my manager saw you walk in,” Eddie spills like it’s no big deal. So he knew you were there even before your friends said it. “You should’ve accepted my gift, you know, it would’ve been a better experience.”

“I thought we were walking away from each other's lives.”

“Well, I guess I can’t do it. Because I wanted you there,” his eyes avoid yours like the plague. “But you still went there, on your own terms.”

“Guess I can’t do it as well,” you hug your body and walk until you are face to face with him, “and now we are here.”

“How do you wanna spend your time, darling? Answer truly.”

“You’re not using our song to start this conversation,” you laugh.

“Yes, I am. Because I know that I wanna spend my time with you.”

His words hit you right in the face, and you take a step back. You convinced yourself that the kiss didn’t mean anything to him, because he hadn’t tried to reach you. You were trying to keep your promise, but it was hard not to ignore it when the old flames reignited after the kiss.

“Eddie…”

“No, Y/N, no what ifs this time around. We are older, we have the means to make this work, we are not just two teenagers trying to hurt each other. I just need to know if you feel the same way.” He tosses the cigarette and takes one step closer.

“That’s unfair, Eddie.” The tears roll down your face and Eddie reaches to hold you closer. “The moment I walked into the studio I knew I never had gotten over you. Besides, it was never easy to understand you.”

You expect him to say something. The game you’ve been playing for so long must end. And if it isn’t now, then it’s never. After all, maybe you don’t understand how he makes you feel this way. Faster heart, lighter thoughts, honesty all over your veins.

“You do understand me, darling. You made it very clear with your letters, your poems, your songs, your actions,” Eddie steps into your personal space, hands reaching for your face. “You were the only one that could do it.”

“Yet I still said those terrible things to you.”

“Who cares? I’ve said things I regret as well. But I don’t regret calling you, with my heart in my hands,” your foreheads touch and he lowers his voice. “I wasn't gonna let you slip through my fingers again.”

“Eddie…”

“That promise was stupid. Please.”

His eyes are dark and focused on you. You move your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks and finding out that all the things you love are still there. Eddie is here.

He closes his eyes and sighs, a breathy “I love you” escaping his lips.

“I love you, Eddie,” you confess. “And I will love you until my heart stops beating.”

“Hope this day never comes,” he opens his eyes. “Because I've been stupidly in love with you since the day we met.”

The confession is raw. You expect him to kiss you like that day in the studio, but when his lips press your cheeks, you get it. The whole world is watching the both of you: he’s on the stage, you’re in the studios. And he wants to take things slow. And you’re fine with that, as long as he never leaves you again.

“Let’s go back inside and annoy the shit out of those idiots,” you suggest, and he laughs.

“Just like old times?”

“Better than them.”

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andoqin · 10 months

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List of dramas that I am watching or want to watch, just for personal record reasons:

Cdramas:

The ingenious one (36/36): this drama has blown me away so far with its incredibly nuanced and sharp writing, its love stories between all the major couples and the absolutely magnificent cinematography. FINISHED verdict: HIGHLIGHT drama of the year for me so far. Smart, engaging, complicated, peak romance of all sorts, just what the doctor ordered tbh (overly long review can be found in my tags). 9.5

Chang Feng Du (40/40): I did not realise how close to the end I was. This drama is very pleasant and I adore our mains, but sadly except for a few highlights (the early beating gjs put on himself, the destruction of the gu family and the aftermath, the battle for wangdu) the writing hasn’t been able to keep the narrative tension up which is sad. FINSHED verdict: Very pretty and engaging in the beginning kinda loses me in the second half and then fizzles out emotionally, doesn't crash and burn but doesn't exactly stick the landing either 6.5

Gone with the rain (10/30): adore the gremlin4gremlin couple and from the spoilers I’ve seen not gonna adore much else

An ancient love song (1/16): incredible first episode and with only 30 min per ep and 16 eps in total this is gonna be a short fun ride I hope ( with lots of angst and tears naturally).

Here we meet again (18/32): started this for Wu Qian playing to type and Zhang BinBin being pretty but oh boy I’m struggling I just don’t care about the conflicts and in s surprising twist, I like the flashbacks to high school much much more, which is very funny if you think about the fact that the reason I started liking wu qian in the first place was because of her show stealing performance in the flashbacks of My Sunshine. I’ve been promised kisses in the near future so I’m gonna hold out till then but this might end up another drop.

Hidden Love (5/25): this one promises to be v sweet and kinda short but oh my god I have so many dramas on my plate rn so this might end up the first drop.

Till the end of the moon (22/40): I think I watched ep 1 when it started but then I got busy and now I am just staring at gifsets and crying, it’s definitely on the list to watch tho.

Heroes (6?/38): I started this a while ago, was really into it and then got busy… dammit. I might just rewatch the beginning so I can remember most of the set up for sure but man the visuals on this were so good, aaaa liu yuning.

Blood of youth (0/40): the last 12 months really have spoiled us with interesting looking wuxia dramas and this one is definitely on the list, I have been gifbaited once again.

Ray of light (0/30): usually hs dramas are something I avoid, but because I will not be watching the longest promise, for reasons, and bc @storge is a gifmaking temptress, this has made it on the list.

The legend of anle (0/39): Lmao trust YOUKU to screw up the release with bad subs only 1 ep even for vips and no released schedule… but at least I can put this on the backburner for now. Lmao should have known not to trust a youku dilreba drama, the tl has soundingly spoken and I'm gonna avoid this.

Ancient Detective (0/24): I was recced this by a friend when I mentioned my love for wuxia dramas, and since it’s almost shockingly short for a cdrama it’s on the list. EDIT: this got @purplehanfus seal of approval so it is def going up the list and since it's complete I'll probably at least watch it before the ongoing ones.

Butterflied love (0/22): see I barely made this post and already forgot about the screencap that got me started on writing it, the screencapa look great, but the drama is on mango, so who knows when I’ll truly be able to watch this

When I fly towards you (0/24): Well, I wasn't interested bc modern youth drama, but then I heard it described as "updated It Started with a Kiss" and... I'm weak? ISWAK was pretty much my crack gateway into asian dramas and while IDK if i could rewatch it today, something in me will always love this kind of story. Maybe it's like a quick palate cleanser in between since apparently eps are only about 30 mins.

Mysterious Lotus Casebook(0/40): CHENG YIIIII, in a possibly bromantic role? Or maybe het romance, I'll take it all. Plus I've already seen he's bleeding copious amounts as per his contract, so that's most of the checklist done.

Lost You Forever (0/??): because nature abhors a vacuum I apparently must have?? A minimum to watch pile and this actually and genuinely looks good??? A Yang Zi drama in 2023??? The mind boggles. Anyway I've been reading the recaps with delight, and am def going to watch this when part two airs in a couple of months but until then I have a thankful reprieve...

Kdramas:

See you in my 19th life (4/12): since kdramas release so slowly this is on the backburner but it does have some great gifsets that keep enticing meee

King the land (2/16): I am watching this for junho but it is kinda hard bc I have so much else on my plate and while I don’t mind a classic romcom type story I feel I need a bit more of an emotional hook

Story of the nine-tailed 1938 (0/16): so so many gorgeous and hilarious gifsets so little time. I loved season one so so much and the fact that this focuses on the brotherly relationship?? Extremely smart writing decisions were made!

The red sleeve (0/16): I blame @dangermousie for this she keeps reblogging angsts junho on my dash and I am but god’s weakest warrior.

Love tractor (0/8): gay himbo farmboy falls in love?? You bet this is on the list

Lady durian (0/?): ok this is only on the list for crack reasons but, daughter in law is in love with mother in law and both women are like 40+ truly kdramas have entered a new era and I kinda wanna be here for that

EDIT: Revenant (0/12): Kim Tae Ri in a spooky drama? POSSIBLY POSSESSED KIM TAE RI??? how could i forget to put her on this list, plus it was written by the Kingdom writer and I adore that drama plus it's only 12 eps which is smart in this case so... let's hope i get to it at some point D:

My dearest (2/20): I checked this out because it's got pretty much everything going for it from a production standpoint and boy did the first two eps deliver. This has got 2 seasons though so I'll probably wait until the second season is airing, since it won't be too long till season 2 or so the internet tells me.

My lovely liar (0/16): minhyun learned to act and I wanna see it happen!!

Jdramas:

Our dining table (2/10): ok this category is gonna be a bit shorter bc I haven’t watched too much drama recently but omg the gifs for this I am just crying thinking about it they look so cute??

Jack o‘frost (0/6): people have recced it and it’s short so here it is.

Utsukushii kare s2 (0/4): Season 1 was an unexpected delight so I hope s2 works just as well.

She loves to cook and she loves to eat (0/10): the manga for this is amazing (and hungry making) so I hope this adaptation holds up.

Ok this list is in no way exhaustive (well except for me being exhausted just trying toward this down) and probably subject to change ( I haven’t even looked at thaidramas or twdramas I gotta stop for now) but hopefully this will keep me on the ball and maybe I can add to it whenever a new tempting gifset crosses my dash…

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justignoremedontlookatme · 3 months

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The Tortured Poets Department Track Predictions

Side C

Guilty as Sin? 4:14 (Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff)

The question mark is throwing me off, but making me excited. All her songs with question marks slap (and a lot of her songs about questions (out of the woods, question, the 1, is it over now etc) are about harry styles--not that I think its about him, just pointing it out). Guilty as sin basically means very guilty. so... 'very guilty?' But is she guilty? is someone else guilty? I'd say it kinda gives scooter braun and scott borchetta but I dont know if songs about them would make it to the album. If they would, this song could be a possibillity, considering what taylor said in vigilante shit. Otherwise, i dont know what taylor could be guilty of, and why she's questioning whether she is guilty. Maybe she's guilty of wanting to leave/thinking about other people or past relationships while with joe? like in question and the 1? Is joe guilty of not loving her enough, and she's questioning whether he's actually a great partner and she's overreacting/bringing past relationship trauma into this one? If so, its giving the great war, maybe its me and my blind optimism to blame. Either an upbeat banger like hits different, or a slow, downtempo, crying song. Either way, it probably has sad, sad lyrics.

If there were ever a song on the record about someone other than joe or taylor, this would be it. Earlier I entertained the idea of it being about scott and scooter, but I've seen people say matty healy. if there was going to be a matty song on the album, I concur with the rest of the taylor nation that this would be it. I don't have much to say about it other than that. i said upbeat banger or slow, downtempo crying song. i don't think it will be either. It's kinda giving midtempo, also the colour green for some reason. like a slightly blue-ish green. do with that what you will. i have no fucking clue. This song could also be about cheating. just putting it out there.

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me? 5:34 (Taylor Swift)

It's going to be a gag. Kinda giving mad woman, kinda giving blank space. Funny.

Okay, so i was thinking something upbeat, but now that we have the track length and writing credits.... i still think that it would be a gag, and extremely cutting, but I also think that it will be devastating. A self-depricating, "who could ever leave me darling, but who could stay?' kind of thing.

I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) 2:36 (Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff)

No you can't, girl. Eventually (hopefully) she figures that out by the end. A bop. For some reason the title is making me think of chappell roan. I don't know what to do with that information though...

Track length and writing credits only supports my theory. the biggest banger on the album. mark my words. Kinda regretting not claiming this, but it's too late. i thought, no I wont, its not going to gag the way we think it will. but now.. I'm thinking it actually will gag the way we think it will. But I can't change now, I made my claims the day the tracklist was announced, and it feels wrong to claim another the day before the album is released. But just know, I believe in my heart that this song will be one of my favourites in the album.

***loml 4:37 (Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner)

I am claiming this one because Harry Styles. It's not going to be about him, but still. If it stands for love of my life then there are a few options I see: she thought Joe was the love of her life, but slowly found out he wasn't all that she thought he was re you're losing me; she is the love of his life but he's not the love of hers, she can do better, she doesn't need him but he needs her, does it make you feel sad that the love that youre looking for is the love that you had, generally i bet you think about me; maybe songwriting, the drama/performance/attention/fans, guitar, idk, is the love of her life -- something that isn't a person. But it might not stand for love of my life. Maybe she is using that acronym to make people think that it stands for love of my life, and it will end up standing for something completely different. My guess is that it will be the opposite of 'love of my life', but i couldn't think of anything good that would fit the letters. I have faith that taylor could though, easily. My guess is that the song feels like august, maybe little freak by harry styles.

Knowing now that its co-written by aaron and is 4:37, I believe even more strongly that it will be little freak/august-esque. maybe more daylight by harry styles-y, but that's a similar vibe anyway. I do not think it will be a stand-out on the record, but I also don't think it will be the worst. I don't think it will be a favourite of mine, and I don't think it would be a track I revisit a lot. i am claiming it for to reasons and two reasons only: (1) I love harry styles. Taylor can relate (2) I just wanna know! its so mysterious, what the fuck is she talking about? what does loml stand for? i am sitting here, foaming at the mouth, counting down the seconds until this album comes out so that I can just know !!!

Look at me making shit up and telling lies. if only I could write this extensively about things that actually matter.

Side A / Side B / Side C / Side D / Bonus Tracks / Ranking / Lyrics

#the tortured poets department #ttpd #taylor swift #ttpd tracklist #the tortured poets department tracklist #ts11 #predictions #ttpd predictions #the tortured poets department predictions #ts

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Could you pretty please write a headcanon about Llewyn Davis x hard of hearing reader?

It's a pretty funny story how l found out. I've been having trouble hearing and it all came to a boil with two events:

1. I was called to go on stage and receive a diploma 3 times before l realised they're calling me and

2. As l was reading a post about deaf and hard of hearing people, and thought: "no way I'm hard of hearing, it's just hard for me to hear!" 😂🤦🏽‍♀️ Then realized how dumb that was and went to get checked out to find that l have mild to moderate hearing loss.

I'm not sad about it btw, just glad to have figured that out, and l think Llewyn would be the perfect choice for hearing related issues 😅

Thank you very much, so sorry for the ramble, and have a lovely day! 💐

Hi Anon!

Thank you for this ask! It’s so fun to get a Llewyn prompt. I haven’t written for him in aaaages! ☺️🧡

I’m so glad that you have been able to figure out that you are hard of hearing, and I hope it’s helpful to you to understand that about yourself! 🧡

Little headcanon/ficlet blend below the cut.

I will say that I am not hard of hearing myself, and I know each person’s experience of being hard of hearing will be unique, with such a lot of variation! Without knowing more about your personal experience it’s hard to tailor this exactly, but I do hope there is something in there that you can enjoy. Also, if I have misunderstood anything about being hard of hearing, included any harmful stereotypes / anything insensitive at all please do let me know! I’m always happy to learn and to do better 🧡

Warnings: mentions of food, making-out, kinda forward reader (sorry idk where that came from! 😂), light innuendo. Fluff!

Crown of crotchets: Llewyn Davis x hard of hearing!GN!reader

We all know that Llewyn loves music! And, from the first time you meet him at a house party, that becomes apparent to you too. He’s shovelling food into his face at the buffet table (as he has been for the last 20 minutes), and not one of the pretty, smiling faces has been able to divert this sullen man’s attention - at least, not until you step up beside him. “I love this song,” Llewyn sputters unsmoothly, with a mouthful of chips and dip, spraying even more food crumbs on to his rumpled shirt.

Sharing favourite songs is one of Llewyn’s love languages, and he can’t quite explain it, but from the moment he sees you, he wants to share every song he knows with you. Hell, he swears he’s composing music in his head as he looks at you. You (and the rather warming chicken casserole) are the only damn pieces of luck in his rotten week, and he feels the cloud of despondency above him part just enough for some sunlight to glimpse through when he’s looking at you.

You mention that you can’t really make it out - the song he’s referring to - the vinyl playing in the background a little lost to the hubbub of the party. Llewyn groans and shakes his head as though that won’t do, not at all, and before you know it he is holding your hand in his, the wool of his fingerless gloves all soft and worn against your palm, and he is tugging you upstairs. “Come on, you need to hear this song.”

You don’t protest, even if you do wonder whether (or even assume that) this whole thing might be a ploy to get to you alone in the host’s bedroom for a make-out session - after all, you might not even mind that. This guy is cute, if a little sad and tired and scruffy looking. But, as he folds himself cross-legged on the floor in front of the side unit, easing the vinyl out of its sleeve like it’s a sacred object and setting it atop the record player, you realise he truly does have the music in mind. He really does want you to experience it, in an environment set up and tailored solely for you.

(Also, maybe he’s had enough of the other guests talking anthropology or whatever. He certainly didn’t seem to warm to them.)

“Come on,” he says, waving you over (you realise he’s also nabbed a full plate of snacks, which he proceeds to wrap in napkins and hide in the pockets of his jacket for later, and as he drops the needle and fiddles to up the volume, you settle down opposite him, seating yourself on the rug thrown over the hardwood floor.

The song sounds out, and you bob your head along to the beat, Llewyn asking questions of you until he’s finely tuned the bass and levels and dials to give you the best experience.

You watch Llewyn become entirely lost in it, the man closing his eyes and miming the progression of the chords along invisible frets - with his appealing, dexterous fingers. You admire his crown of muddled, crotchet black curls as his head bounces in time with the beat, his hair appearing like a beautiful tangled song. “Well. This is good,” you concur. “But… I’ve definitely heard better.” You smirk infuriatingly at him, and Llewyn’s jaw goes slack with your challenge.

He already looks desperate to prove himself to you, in more ways than one, his eyes big and bashful now - likely as he observes his surroundings and finally clocks that he does, in fact, have you alone in a bedroom.

You mull it over, and then you reach out and dust some of the crumbs from his cord blazer, noticing the moth-eaten ribbing along the edges. You click your tongue and sigh in something resembling defeat. “I swore that I wouldn’t date any more guitarists,” you say to him, his profession obvious from the way he played his imaginary instrument. “But… you are a pretty one.” You swear his brown skin heats with a tint of crimson as you smooth your palms over his lapels. “So… do you want to get a drink sometime?”

Llewyn looks dumbfounded, and a little lost for words, but eventually, some sounds croak from out of his throat. You read the words on his lips to help you out a little, and you find you don’t mind looking at his mouth at all. “I-I’m a singer too.”

“Wonderful,” you purr. “So, you’re good with your hands and your mouth?”

And, as skilled as Llewyn is with his instruments, he can hardly make any sounds now - aside from affirmatives - as you crawl into his lap and press your lips to his in a languid kiss.

From that moment, Llewyn is smitten with you, and the feeling is mutual. You spend whatever free time you have (he seems to have an abundance of it) together. Often, you will listen to music at your place. Once you had properly explained to Llewyn that you are hard of hearing, Llewyn was so understanding, asking gentle questions so that he could better understand how you experience the world, and to find out whether he could do anything to support you.

Llewyn excels at making sure you’re able to access as many of the sounds he finds beautiful as is possible for you - in whatever way that works for you. For example, depending on your needs, maybe he saves up his Gaslight money to buy some high fidelity headphones - if that would work for you and you would enjoy them. Maybe he makes sure to borrow the vinyl of that song which was playing in the cafe that time (that he knows you would love if it hadn’t been drowned out quite so much by the bustle of the patrons and the street). Llewyn always saves your preferred table at the Gaslight when he’s playing too, with a little “reserved” sign. He always makes sure you have your ideal spot, whether you want to sit far away enough to protect your ears (or to simply let the noise take a back seat and enjoy focussing on the visuals) or close enough that the background noise of the bar doesn’t affect your ability to enjoy his set.

As well, Llewyn is typically a mumbler, but he learns to adjust - always facing you when he’s speaking, getting close to you, letting you see his mouth, or making sure he moves the two of you to a quieter space, if those things help you.

He always encourages you to do whatever is best for you too, and you always feel supported to make your own decisions around what works (for example, whether you wish to experiment with hearing aids or not, or whether there are other options you may wish to find out more about.) It’s always up to you, and the last thing you would ever experience from Llewyn is pressure.

Llewyn knows how great you are at advocating for your own needs, but he also wants you to know he has your back too, and he is always there to pull someone up (in his typical grumpy, snarky fashion) if they are ignorant around the topic of being hard of hearing, or if they aren’t providing what you need to be included and to participate fully.

At home, if there are times you might not hear him approach - for example, if you are already playing music, or doing the dishes with running water and the rumble of the noisy washing machine - Llewyn approaches from the side so as not to startle you, wrapping one arm around your middle until you smile softly at him over your shoulder, and only then does he shuffle up to hug you tightly from behind, his soft curls brushing up against you. He’s a gentle man, and he’s loving, and he shows you in so many little ways that he is mindful of your needs.

Of course, Llewyn also makes sure you spend lots of quality time together which doesn’t involve sound as a central component. Llewyn understands that sometimes certain activities can take extra energy for you, and he becomes attuned to spotting any signs that you need a break or rest. So, you and Llewyn enjoy plenty of quiet days together at home. For example, you spend a lot of time reading and cooking together. Snuggling on the couch. Going to see movies - with subtitles if you need them - and talking long walks in the park with a steaming cup of hot chocolate. You’re literally his favourite person in the world. He can’t think of anything better than a chilled, snuggly day with you!

Most of all though, you love to hear Llewyn sing and play, whether intimate gigs for only you at home, Llewyn sat on the bed in his boxers, his soft body curled around the guitar, or in his element at the Gaslight, the spotlight shining around him like a halo.

It has to be said that Llewyn’s heart grew ten sizes the moment he realised you enjoyed his music most of all. He hasn’t often received a lot of appreciation for his talents, and it means the world that it is coming from you when he values your opinion above anyone else’s.

As your relationship progresses, and the two of you become more deeply entwined, Llewyn’s favourite thing to do is to have you laying on his chest while he sings lullabies to you. For him, there is nothing which brings him greater happiness than having you blissed out on his chest while his music and his embrace each soothe you towards slumber. You love this too, as having him so close means the sound entirely wraps around you. You can hear the sounds filter gently over you, and even if some of the notes might be lost to you when his volume drops or his pitch fluctuates, you can feel the vibration of every one of them - from his chest to yours - as you press up against him.

“Mmm. That one,” you say - around a cute lil yawn - on one occasion Llewyn snuggles you in bed.

“What, angel?”

“That song. That’s the best one so far.” You snuggle into him tighter, feeling like his sung notes - delivered with such reverence - are gathering to form a crown of crotchets in your hair. The notes which reached the shell of your ear and the missed notes alike forming a beautiful bejewelled headdress, delivered as they were with such love. Llewyn makes you feel like royalty. “Whose is it?”

You mean the artist, of course. But Llewyn’s reply confuses you. “It’s yours, angel.”

“What?”

“Yeah. I… I wrote it the night I fell in love with you. The… the night I met you.”

Your heart grows ten sizes now, and you tug him even closer to you.

You are Llewyn’s greatest muse, it seems, and his heart sings for you and only you.

“I… I love you too, Llewyn.”

God.

You’re endlessly glad you decided to break that ban on dating musicians.

This one’s definitely a keeper.

Absolutely top of the charts - in your heart if nowhere else.

#llewyn davis x reader #llewyn davis #excuse the naf title I struggle to title ficlet type things 🙈

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primaviva · 8 months

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Your theory is so good but it does make me really sad bc if they go down the 'we can't mess with the multiverse say goodbye everyone' route, then CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW ALONE GWEN WILL BE

She lost Peter, half gained back her dad but let's be fr that relationship will never be the same, then has to lose Miles, Hobie, Pav, Peter, Jess, Margo, EVERY SPIDERPERSON she knows and has found comfort in. She has to lose them in one go. like.... poor baby losing literally everything 🥲🥲

I'd cry for her but having said that I can 100% imagine the end of btsv being a no more multiverse travel. That or it's like multiversal travel more 'free' bc they find a safe way to do it without collapsing universes or sm

But yeah loved your theory and would love to hear more of your controversial opinions 😼

I HAVE SM TO SAY ON THIS OMG REMINDER

i love astv but the writing for the plot or just the concept that started astv is lazy and they thought they was slick

they wanted to make it seem like miles was lonely when he has ganke, someone who knows his secret, because they wanted to use his solitude to push the plot. to me that’s just a lil lazy because miles could’ve opened up to ganke and if he was overwhelmed he def would’ve told him because you can tell they are close friends.

AND GWEN IS NOT ALONE LIKE YES IN HER MIND SHE IS but it’s so funny cus she has more friends than miles from what they show in the movie like the way they portrayed the mary janes kinda made it seem like they were JUST bandmates

not only did they try to get her attention at the prom (yes they were there if you didn’t notice before the lizard attack and she was looking for pete) BUT MJ AND GWEN ARE BEST FRIENDS TOO like after her day one peter, mj is one of gwens close friends after betty brant (the girl w the beanie)

and it’s like yes they are alone but not in the physical sense. they tried to portray their solitude as they had no support systems that could understand them and therefore made the spider society this holy grail of people they can relate to when to me that isn’t true. they did this more heavy on gwen side where they made it seem like mj and them weren’t her close friends and yes she didn’t have her dad but even then she could’ve still opened up in a different way.

they both feel like they have a lot going on with no one to understand the pressure that lays on them. and they lowkey demonized rio by making miles give a latina mami attitude because yes of course two parents aren’t going to hear they kid out when he is giving them attitude and allat. and gwen just straight up ran away from her problems which she has a track record of doing.

i just feel like they are using this “omg they both have been so lonely yearning for each other” thing with miles and gwen to add to their dynamic and it takes away from a message of teen mental health and the generational differences that they could’ve done instead of this idea that you have to depend on people because that’s UNHEALTHY.

miles and gwen do not NEED each other but they are good to support each other and this narrative that they been obsessed with each other since they last saw each other is just unhealthy it’s really toxic to focus depend on individuals to make you happy instead of finding your own peace which is something they both need to learn. they barely knew each other too like it’s just very unrealistic like yes miles has every right to admire gwen because she was everything he wanted to become when finding out he’s spiderman but for him to draw her every single day since is ode like you can’t lie

I just hate when movies do this narrative where the two love interest lean on each other for support and are depressed when they aren’t around each other because 1) if you can’t be a stable person when someone you like isn’t around that’s 🚩 2) depending and literally glorifying someone who gives you happiness to the point where you put them on a pedestal which is literally what miles did is so again UNHEALTHY

idk it’s just wasted potential to actually discuss teen mental health and how to actually push teens to deal with it instead of finding ways of escapism like getting a s/o as a distraction, isolating themselves, self harming in ways that aren’t just physical pain you inflict on yourself like purposely neglecting your health, etc. especially since most spider people are teens it’s just i hate how they depicted it like miles and gwen have nobody to relate to in their universe when it was a personal matter on how to open up cus they only did that just for plot sake of “i need a watch to see all my friends in different universe and finally feel whole!!

like miles literally wanted to do a physicist type major just so he can see gwen and open a portal like does that not sound wild to y’all? lowkey villainous? lowkey a little too fixated, obsessed, and unhealthy? idk maybe it’s just me who has a problem with this choice or narrative and how they portrayed it cus nobody talks about this unless it’s people clowning miles for loving up on a snowbunny 😕

#🪽— angel’s spam

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thebossestunicycle · 11 months

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Final Flash Update: an actual review

The DCEU has always been very hit or miss for me, but it has a special place in my heart. When Man of Steel came out, my dad was OBSESSED with it (still is), and it became the first superhero movie I ever watched. Despite the mediocre scores internet-wide (and how the terraforming scared the shit out of me as a kid), I cannot help but love that film to death. It really sparked my interest with superheroes and just ‘nerdier’ stuff in general.

While the DCEU opened me up to the whole world of superheroes, it also became part of what made me so weary of comic book movies. While there were good movies like Wonder Woman (2017) and (hot take) Black Adam, and great ones like the Snydercut, there were also huge disappointments that left me feeling pissed off when the theater lights turned back on. It’s not like all of these movies are downright horrible in every way (exception being 2016’s Suicide Squad), but each seemed to have its own form of kryptonite. The Justice League (2017)’s being its lack of character development; Wonder Woman 1984’s forgettable plot; and of course, Batman v. Superman’s Martha scene.

With the DCEU’s track record, the over saturation of superhero media, and with Ezra Miller being… Ezra Miller, my hopes for this movie were extremely low. But I actually left the theater feeling pretty.. decent?

Here are my main takeaways. Spoilers ahead:

Plot + Characters

As of now, I haven’t noticed any critical plot holes, which is pretty great, especially considering it’s a multiverse movie and all. Everything that blew up in Barry’s face was tied up nicely. But I am sorta curious to see how moving the tomato can caused Ben Affleck to become George Clooney.

The time mechanics were also pretty neat, like how a new future creates a new past.

I kinda like Barry a lot. He’s wicked awkward but it’s funny to watch.

Younger Barry too! He was such an airhead in the beginning that I was shocked to find out he was the guy that our Barry kept seeing when he time travelled.

I found Keaton’s Batman entertaining too. But the whole time Keaton didn’t really seem like he was trying to act. He just looked happy to be Batman again, which I can’t blame him for. On that note, I wish Bale’s Batman made a cameo somehow.

I was underwhelmed with the Zod plot. I was ready to watch him totally kick Flash’s ass. I didn’t mind Kara, but again she was a bit underwhelming too.

I got excited when Zod mentioned discovering Clark in his pod somewhere in space. I was like “Oh shit, did they take him in and train him to fight for them?” Seeing an evil Superman would’ve been crazy, but nah, they just killed him instead. Lame-os.

Effects / CGI

Oh man, I did not enjoy some of the choices made here.

First of all, the deep fake cameos. And also, deepfaking people like Adam West and all, who are dead, is a little odd. However Nicholas Cage showing up was very funny.

Then there was the CGI in the Speedverse (?? correct me if that’s the wrong name). It was video-game level. I felt like I was watching a skyrim-inspired acid trip.

Even outside of speedverse, the quality was really spotty.

Action

Oh my god, it’s so refreshing when there’s even the tiniest ounce of creativity in fight scenes (Looking at you, MCU).

Diving deeper into Barry’s powers was cool and seeing him fight with (and then against) himself was neat!

Then there was also pretty standard Batman stuff that I’m a sucker for

NEEDED a better Kara v. Zod fight. I wanted lasers. I wanted them to go to space. ANYTHING

Overall Emotional Reaction

Both Barrys hit hard a few times. The desperation to fix everything. Having to let go of their mom and accept their fate(s?). The scene when he said goodbye to her for the last time was pretty sad.

The themes were simple: accept your past; pain makes us who we are; etc etc. But there’s nothing really wrong with that.

The jokes landed! I laughed with, not at, most things

…Okay, I did laugh out loud at some things, like the deepfakes and when the Barrys phased for the first time.

But yeah, it was really enjoyable to watch. The runtime wasn’t an issue at all. Dull moments were rare (though I didn’t give a single shit about Barry’s dating life at all)

Final Score:

Characters: 7/10

Plot: 7/10

CGI: 4/10

Action: 7/10

6.3 / 10

If I had to rank: above Black Adam, below Wonder Woman

but seriously can they just recast flash already. I wish ezra miller all the best on rehabbing themselves, and they really do a great job with the character, but it’s like they’re trying to get a jail sentence with everything they’ve done

#the flash #dceu #g rambles-#I MEAN #g reviews

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I was thinking about what being the youngest sibling of submas would be like 💀☝️

-let's say the age diff is like, kinda beeg.. like 7 or sumn (i've only had 1 older sister and we're always in different stages of life from each other HAHAHA)

-wait... would you also have grey hair and grey eyes too?? i mean you might have the chance to have your parents' actual hair and eye color because genes... idk... LOL sorry biology student ramblings

-they would totally wait for you outside your school and walk home together with you!! (dEFINTELY not BECAUSE they are looking for anyone to clobber bc they are concerned that you might've been bullied or sumn...)

-protective and adoring older brothers although emmet lets you get away with more stuff than ingo hehe

-ingo was more strict with you but it wasn't like... an authoriative way. he just wants to make sure you're gonna be able to grow up capable n shi

-emmet's more fun and eats stuff you don't like for you! sliding over bell peppers? he's already inhaling them (sorry bell pepper vouchers)

-one day they wondered what was taking so long so they went up to your class to look for you, they found you screaming at some jackass who was talking smack about your brothers LMAO

-they cried 💀

-you were probably subjected to their train obssession and i would find it funny if you were interested in cars instead HAHAHA

-"transportation siblings" BYE JSHSSB

-when they left to take on the gym challenge (wait did they?? i am forgor and also somewhat fake fan sorz) they kinda hesitated because they didn't want to leave you alone ):

-you were like only 5 at the time so they were worried if they left you by yourself, something bad would happen and they wouldn't be there to help ;(

-after reassurances from whatever your 5 year old brain could give, and your parents ofc they relented and set off on their exploration

-by the time they finished you had grown two years older and they were shocked by how much changed just in that time span

-while they did constantly exchange pictures and texts with your parents, seeing the change in person made them feel a bit sad they weren't there to see it D:

-they made the most of their time with you for the next few years because they knew how much you enjoyed battling as much as they did! they had a feeling that you would be going for the gym challenge too so they decided to take it upon themselves to teach you ^^ ingo taught you about single battles while emmet taught you about doubles.

-when YOU left, they gave you the biggest hugs ever and gave you a sweater they tried to knit themselves. in all honesty it didn't look half bad and you wore it the entire time during your journey.

-you guys texted almost excessively (well as much as you guys could because they were busy in college), you updated them on your journey with a *better camera* and told them all about the friends and rivals you've had along the way!

-so imagine their surprise when you SHOW UP ON THE ANNUAL UNOVAN LEAGUE PROGRAM?? why didn't you tell them?!

-"haha, surprise guys!"

-THEIR LITTLE BABY SIBLING IS ALL GROWN UP!! *sobbing ensues* AND THERE YOU WERE, STILL WEARING THE CARDIGAN THEY MADE AS YOU MADE YOUR APPEARANCE IN THE OPENING

-in your little interview, you were recounting all the people who helped you along the way. then, you pulled up a picture you took with your older brothers and talked the reporter's ear off about them.

-"they're the best big brothers i could ever ask for, love you ingy and emmy!"

-they've got that recorded on the tv, they cried the entire time HAHAGSH

-the whole family came to watch you duke it out, move up the ranks and fight the elite four. emmet and ingo were at the edge of their seats the entire time as they watched you battle the region's most skilled trainers

-they were cheering so hard for you, you could somehow distinguish ingo's yelling from the crowd LMAO

-unfortunately, you didn't beat them all but it was still incredibly impressive you got that far on your first attempt!

-when you came back home, they made space in their schedule to welcome you back :') you spent the day with them and your parents before you broke some news-

-"i've been invited to participate in the galar gym challenge"

-great, they're crying again.

-sadly, they weren't able to see you off on the day of your departure but they made sure to send you off with a better knitted and fitted cardigan <3

-their replies became less frequent as they started working at the subway, and you decided to not send as many messages because you didn't feel like bothering them either so the groupchat became more and more inactive :((

-until at some point there wasn't a single message in two weeks!

-you were a little sad, okay maybe very sad but you hoped that they were enjoying themselves as much as they could.

-you also made it up the the league and since galar didn't have an elite four, you got to face the champion this time!

-it was an intense battle, and you managed to take off half of his team before you bit the dust.

-there was a moment of silence when your ace dropped down but after that, a roar of cheers and whooping rose from the crowd.

-a rotom drone zoomed down to catch the small conversation that was going on as leon commended you and your team

-"there anything you want to say to the folks at home?"

-"ah- well, hey mom, hey dad! thanks for the support as usual, you know how much i love you guys. and, to my dearest big brothers at gear station: i hope you guys are well! it's been a while since we last talked so i hope we'll be able to chat again soon. i miss you two!"

-the clip of you crying with a smile circulated around galar social media and it had made unova's too, the twins found it when they were checking the news account they followed

-"20XX unovan league challenger [name]'s message to the subway masters!"

-they imMEDIATELY sent a voice message to you, it came from emmet's phone. it was about 10 minutes long and was mostly telligible save for the sobbing. it was very heartwarming and you were very happy after that.

-you decided to give them another surprise (so full of them, aren't you?) you came back a week after your finals and were sent to gear station by your parents who were in on the surprise

-you had to dress up a bit since you were a teensy bit popular, sunglasses and mask and all

-the depot agents nearly had a heart attack when you gave them your ID, omgomgomg it's THE younger sister, THE crazy good trainer

-they were game on helping you stay undercover, either fans of yours or just wanting to see the reaction on their bosses' faces.

-you challenged the single battle line first since you knew emmet would 120% tell ingo the second you reached him }:(

-not talking the entire time until the end of your battle with the older twin was hard, but you just about managed to hold back your excitement.

-the reveal when you took off accessories :') ingo sMILED WOAWJWOSJSOWKJSKSSJ y'all had the biggest sibby hug eber... he told you with all his big bro heart how proud he was of you and how sorry he was he couldn't talk to you more often.

-you parted from the hug to go and surprise emmet

-emmet fullbody tackled you in the most bonecrushing hug ever and proceeded to shake you by the shoulders while he spilled out all the compliments and things he wanted to tell you but couldn't find the time for.

-at the end of the day, they full on cleared their schedule so you all could go out for dinner with your parents :3c

Fully weeping in the club rn. They would be the BEST big brothers, I have no doubts about it! They're so supportive and sweet!

The sweater shajfasjdfaj I love it so much. It's so cute!! And the surprises are so cute, the reunion!! This is too much!

Look at this everyone! Look at this and look at how sweet and cute it is! Amazing work as always, love!

~Renee

#yes-this-account-is-dead #*weeping*#this is so cute #so so cute #little sib reader

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brodyd0ll · 1 year

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2002 Sink Hole Zine Interview

An Interview with Brody (singer and guitarist) and Ryan (bass) of The Distillers by Kristin Belmonte. All photos also by Kristin Belmonte...

February 14th, 2002 - Valentines Day... Also the day the Distillers started their tour with the Suicide Machines and Sick of It All in New Haven, CT. But for being some mushy day all about flowers n love n shit, it hadn't been going so great for anyone. The Distillers were missing their guitarist, Rose "Casper", everyone looked tired and ...well just kinda haggard, and the day hadn't been going so great for me either. I know the band was supposed to do a sound check and I don't think they did. I wonder why? I walked into Toad’s Place (the club) about 2 hours before showtime, and the band was just kinda sitting around in the middle of the floor, with their equipment all over the place, just talking and what not. One of the other bands was doing their sound check, so it was pretty noisy. Brody was happy to show me her guitar which had just gotten a make-over; she spraypainted it white ("There’s white all over the place outside!"). So me and Brody went over to a corner table and started talking, but didn't even get 10 minutes into the conversation; it had gotten so fucking noisy we couldn't hear each other. So we went down a flight of stairs, and found the band room. "Nah". Down the hall, she found Ryan, the bassist. "Hey Ryan! Wanna do an interview?!" "OK". We settled on the women's bathroom, and since Brody had to take a piss, it was convenient. Ryan was equipped with a bottle of nail polish, and set to work on painting. He was very intent on his nails, I noticed. I think he was painting them maroon....

Sink Hole Kristen-So, you just released a new record last week, do you have an explanation behind the title, “Sing Sing Death House”?

Distiller Brodie-I was watching a documentary on “Sing Sing Death House”, the prison. I really liked the title as a reference for a person. Like in dream books, a house represents yourself, your body. Thats where it came from. Sing Sing Death House is not a catharsis, its just a representation of dealing with shit, like problems. SHK-It came out (the CD) on my birthday, by the way... Brody-Really? Happy Birthday! SHK-Thanks, it was a pretty nice present.

SHK-So what was the scene like, and people in general, back in Australia? Brody-Australia is funny, they’re really good at goofing on themselves...It’s a lot different though, there’s only 18 million people in all of Australia compared to billions in America over the same amount of land. The scene is good, but its small. I used to hang out at this punk club called the Art House. Really, I don’t know how it is-I haven’t been over in a couple of years. SHK-Do you miss it? Brody-Yeah...I miss my family and my old friends. SHK-Which do you like better, Australia or the U.S.? Brody-They’re similar and different. America is one big Colossus. I think I’d find it hard to go back and live in Australia after living and living so much over here.

SHK-Coming to America-did you just up and leave Australia-how did that happen? Brodie-Me and Timothy (Armstrong) had been going out for about a year when I moved to America to be with him. SHK-Thats sweet...but sad cuz it’s Valentines Day Brody-And I’m here and I’m not at home... SHK-Not exactly how you want to spend Valentines Day? Brody-You miss a lot of shit when your away on the road. You miss people’s birthdays, anniversaries, all that shit. SHK-So how are things with you and Tim? Brody-Great, we just had an anniversary. Four years of marriage.

Brody-(while checking out my bag) I love this band (pointing to an Unseen patch). SHK-Yeah, I saw them a couple weeks ago... Brody-They’re pretty great, I was just reading an interview with them.

SHK-So your drummer is from the Nerve Agents, are you sharing him, or whats up with that situation? Brody-Well, the Nerve Agents just broke up (this was breaking news at the time). They broke up less than a month ago and it really sucks cuz they were one of my favorite bands. I’m really still kind of delirious. It’s fucking shame, cuz they were so fucking good. Anyway, when Andy came to the band it was meant to be permanent, but it’s definitely permanent now.

SHK-So who are your other favorite bands? Brody-Well, like I said, I like the Unseen alot. I like the Death Wish Kids, I love Blitz. You know, the standard punk rock lineage-The Exploited, The Ramones. I like Rancid. (of course!) I can’t really think of any new bands I like.

SHK-What did you listen to when you were younger, when you first started getting into everything? Brody-I had just turned 12 in 1991 and Nirvana and Sonic Youth were blowing up and that whole scene was huge. I really liked Fang alot. Do you like Fang? SHK-Never heard of ‘em. Brody-Ahhh...ya gotta listen to Fang...(the sound of drums and guitars suddenly got really fucking loud) Maybe we should find someplace else to talk. Brody-(still) Where were we? Oh, I was telling you about Fang, you’ve gotta hear this band. They influenced so many bands. I swear Kurt (Cobain) listened to Fang, you can really hear it in early Nirvana. They were great, then Sammy (Fang’s lead singer) killed his girlfriend and everybody denied that they listened to them. He was a crazy motherfucker. Yeah, you should get a hold of a Fang record. I think its where all the grunge bands got their ideas from. Ryan-Totally, I think that whole Seattle thing kinda came from them. Brody-Cuz Fang was constantly touring up and down the West Coast all the time.

SHK-So whats your deal (to Ryan), you were working in a record store when they found you? Ryan-I really hate work, but you got to do it, so I always tried to at least work in record stores. It was a record slash comic book slash toy store, so it was fun for a little while. I’m really glad I’m not doing that shit right now-really glad. Brody-I liked that store. They had a really good collection there, good selection. SHK-What was it? (insert commercial here) Ryan-It was called Axis Records and Comics and it was just full of things that you wouldn’t find anywhere else. All kinds of odds-n-ends.

Brody-Are you from here? (New Haven, Connecticut) SHK-Yeah Brody-Whats the scene like? SHK-There’s a good amount of people depending on where you look... Brody-We got here last night and we were trying to find someplace open, like a magazine store or anything, and they were all closed. We had to drive to New Yawk... Ryan-The one thing I’ve noticed is all the buildings turn out to be college buildings. I see something that looks like a church, nope its a library. SHK-Its all Yale. All the dorky college Yaley’s walking around....

SHK-The song “Desperate” is about heroine addiction-is that about you, or someone you know? Brody-It was just in general. It affects a lot of people. A whole lot of people in the punk rock scene especially. That shit is fucked up and evil. It’s the devil, its not cool at all, don’t do it. Yeah, that’s what I say-Don’t do it!

SHK-Sourpuss...Tell me about that whole experience. Brody-(under her breath) god, I hated that band... SHK-Oh, you hated the band, okay. Brody-(playing air guitar) No, I didn’t hate it, it was just my first band. It started when I was 14. It only lasted 2 years. It was a girl band, punk rock girl band. You know a bunch of 14 year olds trying to play really fast and we didn’t really know how to. (the air guitar playing gets REALLY fast) We all learned together, so it was cool, but it was really just a fucking mess. SHK-How old were you when you first listened to punk? Brody-I was 13. My first band (that I heard) was Discharge. That’s really my favorite punk band, still. Fucking Discharge. Ryan-Me? About the same, 12 or 13. There was this guy who worked in the guitar store I worked at who got me into the Germs and The Bad Brains. I was a little skate rat when I was younger, so I was into that whole obnoxious Red Hot Chili Peppers shit, I guess that was what got me into it. SHK-Around here most kids start out with metal and graduate into punk. Ryan-I’m the opposite, I love metal!

SHK-So are you involved at all in Hell Cat? Brody-Me and Timothy sometimes go check out bands together. Kids send me their tapes all the time...

SHK-How long did you last in catholic school? Brody-3 years. I went to the first one, got kicked out, then the 2nd one lasted until about 3 years. I dropped out of school in the 9th grade. I hated school. It fucking sucked. I think everyone hates it. Is there anyone who likes school? I can’t function properly sitting in the same fucking position for a fucking hour. SHK-I used to go to catholic school for a while and it really sucked. Brody-Were you baptized? SHK-Yeah. Brody-Not me. I wasn’t baptized and that got me in trouble. I got in fucking trouble for drinking jesus’ blood and eating his flesh. “Your not a child of god” they’d say. Fuck you! I just want to get drunk off this shit. Man, they’re the same way. Catholics are drunks! Its kind of hypocritical in a way. They’re all pedaphiles, too.

SHK-Do you ever get pissed off about all the comparisons to Rancid? Brody-No! They’re a great fucking band and they’re my best fucking friends, why would that be bad? SHK-In everything you read in magazines and shit, people are ALWAYS comparing or linking you to Rancid... Brody-Thats naturally gonna happen cuz I’m his (Tim’s) wife, but I think thats really just lazy journalism. People are quick to jump on that without even trying to get deeper. What are ya gonna do?

SHK-Where did you get the idea for the song “Gypsy Rose Lee”? Brody-From Gypsy Rose Lee...It’s really about the women who brought me up when I was younger. There was this game we would play when I was real little and I’d be Marilyn Monroe and my friend would be Gypsy Rose Lee. She’d be dancing around with a cape and no underwear on-she was 5...

SHK-A lot of your songs talk about fucked up family life and... Brody-Everyone in this band comes from a dysfunctional family. A lot of people you meet in punk rock come from a dysfunctional family. SHK-Thats why we connect to the music. Brody-Things are a lot better now for my Mother and me. I think that with girls and their mothers you reach a certain age and there’s this undeniable tension. Your trying to leave the nest, she wants you stay...I think for me, I had to realize that my Mom was her own person. It was really weird-I mean when you finnally realize that your mother is her own human being with real feelings. When you realize that even though she’s your mother, she’s a woman with her own identity. It’s a weird thing to go through, but once you do, you’ll be a lot more respectful. I had to become friends with my Mom before we could go back to that mother/daughter relationship. I’m sure it’s like that with Dad’s and their son’s, too.

Ryan-With my Dad, I knew he was his own person, so that didn’t matter. With us, the problem was him relizing that I wasn’t going to be exactly what he wanted to be. My Mom and I get along great. With my Dad, it’s a little weird, but that’s just because he’s highschool football coach guy.

Sink Hole Kristen’s Friend(sorry, don’t know your name-editor)-What do you do for fun when your not on the road? Brody-I like bookstores a lot. I hang out with my friends. I’m kind of a homebody. We have 2 little kittens. I’ll cook dinner, chill out, watch movies, write... SHKF-What is your favorite movie? Brody-Godfather. SHKF-My favorite’s Scarface! Brody-Yeah!!! Scarface is good, I like Goodfellas, too. Mob movies fucking rule! Your (talking to Ryan) the only one who hasn’t seen Godfather! I can’t believe that. Ryan-Neither has Andy or Tony (guitar tech). Brody-That’s unbelievable. It’s one of the most famous movies in cinema history. Ya gotta see it dude. I don’t like the 3rd one, though-it sucked. The 1st and 2nd were awesome. SHK-Are you not big on mafia movies? Ryan-No, I love mafia movies! Goodfellas and Scarface are 2 of my favorite movies ever. Brody-Yeah, aside from the Godfather movies, there’s this French movie called Betty Blue (sp.?) that I like a lot. It’s the story about a relationship between this crazy fucking girl and her boyfriend and they live in this shack on the beach. It’s a funny movie-it’s all in subtitles, but it’s great. You HAVE to see it. That chick is so fucking beautiful! She’s the reason I dyed my hair black. She’s a crack-head now, but back then...She was fucking gor-geous! She had this gap in her teeth and (motions with her hands to show big tits)

SHK-Well, I know you have to go, but I have to end this interview with you describing yourselves in 5 words. Ryan-We are the Distillers. Brody-That’s 4 words dummy. She said words, not syllables. (mumbling) We’re fuckin’ pist as shit. Ryan-How about “hey we’re the Distillers”? (editor’s note-that’s still just 4)

#brody dalle #the distillers #ryan sinn

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nakalimutang-sumpaan · 6 days

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Took quizzes late at night while waiting for the Thai tea to cool down bc I wanted to know his love language and MBTI.

I’ve been telling everyone I know his is physical touch and I was right. But I guessed the 2nd would be quality time. Wouldn’t have guessed it would be acts of service/words but I asked him which one means more and he said words… and I do see it. I found out from just this week alone that the things I say even as a joke can hurt him when I didn’t even mean it at all. And we wouldn’t have known if it went for WNRS.

“When have I hurt your feelings and you didn’t say anything?”

“Earlier…”

“What? What did I say??”

“That you like C more than me..”

“Omg it was a joke. I’m sorry. Dang that really got to you then huh bc I didn’t even mean it like that. You really took that to heart.”

“Yeah..”

I also noticed since I’ve said that that they’re not as close and I feel horrible.

Plus, he’s actually incredibly reassuring and remembers things I say. When he chooses to communicate, he does it in a way that I need. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

Anyways, I need to be more careful with my words. It’s also crazy to me that we have the same love languages lol. But completely understandable given our environment. I told him that’s why I think we work bc he’s the only one who doesn’t get bothered when I get touchy and have the gigils and just wanna poke/squish/bite HAHA. Everyone else gets annoyed. And people get annoyed with him when he gets affectionate and I’m over here doubling down which causes him to do the same. I love it.

Anddd thennnn he mentioned how he loves those kinds of quizzes so I asked, “Do you wanna take another? Bc there’s something I’ve been wanting to know. I’ve been wanting you to take it actually” “Yeah I’ll take it for you I actually enjoy these”and he got excited with me.

OF COURSE HE’S AN ENFJ. JUST LIKE THE PREVIOUS PERSON I USED TO WRITE ABOUT HAHA. But when that was the result that popped up, I cheesed so hard. “OF COURSE YOU’RE ENFJ. NO WONDER WE GET ALONG SO WELL!!” “Why, what does this even mean?” So I showed him my list of MBTI’s and friends under them.

“It means… we’re compatible..! 😆”

THE SMILE HE WORE AND THE WAY HE LOOKED AT ME AFTER THAT HAHA.

Found this from 3.5 years ago and this is literally our dynamic. Esp when I’m sad, and he says “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

His constant “ILYSM” “ILY”, me keeping a note on him LOL which I do for everyone who means a lot to me, but out of the guys, he’s officially the longest. It’s funny how he saw it though bc I forgot to exit out of the note when we were together and wrote something new I learned about him, and then he unlocked my phone and his face lit up and he said, “Omg you’re so adorable!” We’re both very expressive. He flirts and I stop working HAHAHA I can’t. He freaking knows that he makes me smile and knows how easily he can make me smile and milks it every time. I’m trying to write a poem bc he’s been writing songs. Yesterday he just kept singing random things while playing on the guitar and I lowkey felt hurt bc I knew it wasn’t for me. It couldn’t have been for me. Bc the one he keeps singing for me/writes for me on the spot is very… non-romantic. At least he tries to keep it that way. With the exception of “Every time you break my heart, we forgive each other” “Every time I be thinking of your smile. You come up in my mind, and I can’t think for a while.” But then he’ll snap out of it and be like “you are like my ate” I’m like 👍🏽 HAHAHA. Although he’s been doing this weird thing lately and just call me by my first name and I’m like…that’s interesting.

But he was just singing random things and I ended up trying to learn to play a song on the piano for baby sis to kinda tune him out but also bc he said, “You make me nervous, I can’t come up with anything when you’re looking at me” so I stayed outside his room. But I asked him to record himself bc it’s me and I don’t wanna miss anything, but also bc he comes up with a couple of good lines that he forgets about while just free styling which is why I usually record when we’re on the phone. After 5 mins, he said, “I was actually writing that for you 😌” but he play too much so I just dismissed it. But he airdropped the video and I literally listened to it and thought wth.. does he have feelings? LOL. But nah.

We’re juuust friends.

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touch/itch

Can’t do this anymore, is what swipes through his brain as he scrubs diligently at a grass stain on the seat of his jeans. They’re a bit muddy too, because the drink had made them both rowdy and Xavier was like that, he was like that. Messy, getting Benji into situations. Getting into Benji’s head.

Well. Yeah, they’ve known each other, what — two weeks, maybe. Possibly less. And he’s in Benji��s head already.

He starts to realize it has become a genuine problem much sooner than that night at the party. If he really assesses, which he won’t, Benji might find that it begins to creep into him not long after they first meet. That’s — well it’s something, isn’t it? That as wild and loud (there, present, taking up space and so much and so unapologetically) as Xavier registers as anything softer than incredibly fucking annoying.

But he does. He registers as something so unique and specific that Benji notes a new little line of measurement on the scale for him. He isn’t sure how to label it. Naturally, as if it’s always kinda been there, his brain offers: Xavier.

And that fucking worries him, and even the fact that it has such an effect bothers too. Because he’s not sure if he’s just latched on. If he’s fixating because Xavier had a pretty face before he had a shared sense of humor, remarkably similar childhood experiences. Before he a personality that Benji found agreeable, he had a face — body, if he’s inclined to go the route of full disclosure.

He worries that it’s infatuation. Record wise, Benji doesn’t do well with infatuation. Or behave logically about a pretty face.

Yet most surprisingly, it frustrates. At the end of the day, there isn’t much sense in letting the whole thing worry him in the first place. Xavier is the friend of a friend. Benji doesn’t have to spend as much time at theirs as he does. No necessity in letting Xavier sit next to him, always too close and yet not nearly enough. To be swept up in an easy, flowing conversation that leaves his stomach occasionally aching from laughter. For it to feel like hours only to be minutes, or the opposite.

But let’s that all happen anyway. The frustration makes more sense, just doesn’t become less aggravating. It needles at him like an itch or a bug bite, something that feels internal. No way to get at it unless he peels himself open. Now he can’t just turn shoulder and go cold; there’s a pair of sad, wet green eyes in his mind at the very idea.

He isn’t behaving as he usually would — how long had the prickliness lasted until it felt put-on? Minutes. If he’s honest about it. Which, fucking frankly, he doesn’t want to be anymore. Only place it’s gotten him is worried and annoyed.

And high. Incredibly, fundamentally high.

He’s never been high before. That tidbit of information he almost regrets sharing for how Xavier teases him, but the shocked, delighted little laugh at follows the ribbing is worth it entirely. Benji scowls at that thought when it occurs to him. Worried.

“You do that real quick,” he says, cheek squished in his palm. “Lotsa practiced, ‘ey?”

Xavier pauses mid roll of their second joint, his tongue out near the edge of paper. “I don’t like how you said that.”

He has to look away from the flash of pink, the curve of his mouth deepened by humor. Benji’s focus is beginning to catch on certain things. Linger in the soupy layer draping itself around his brain. He really can’t explain away an unblinking, hypnotized gaze on a mouth with anything that doesn’t make him sound massively perverted.

“Said it a way?” The paper rolls smoothly between long fingers. Benji realizes he’s looked to Xavier again, instead of kept his eyes out the window.

“Lots of practice, heyyyy?” Xavier drawls meanly, lip curled on one side. He’s emphasizing all the sounds funny. By the terrible rolling R, Benji gathers it’s a really poor Scouse.

“That’s shit,” he says, smiling softly. “That’s proper fucking shit, Xavier, that impression. N’you know it.”

Xavier mocks him again, sounding no better than the first. His head bobs this way and that, lip tucked between his teeth by the end of it. The shrug he offers is nastily innocent, shoulders rounded to inspect the twist at the end with a thumbnail. Glances up between his lashes to coyly tease:

“What? Just how you sound.”

It’s not, he wants to argue and can’t — Benji doesn’t sound like anything. Benji suddenly is unable to formulate any thought beside ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck.

“Naw.” He finally manages, clearing his throat. It feels dry already, like Xavier warned it would. There’s a strange tingle in his fingers and toes, like he’s about to be cold, and his heartbeat has become something noticeable in his chest. He swallows again, but doesn’t argue any further. It feels better to focus in the feeling of the (beer stained, liquid damaged) kitchen table beneath his palm. The woodgrain trails nicely under the pad of his thumb. Feels like little rivers and valleys against the texture, scratches something at the base of his skull.

“S’crazy,” he mutters dreamily. Xavier glances quickly up at the soft tone, joint bitten between his teeth. He flaps a hand in the air, so Benji takes the lighter out of his pocket and slides it across the table. Xavier misses it, even though it doesn’t move all that fast. They both descend into too-hysterical giggles when it smacks into the wall behind him.

“Nice pass.”

“Real athletic.”

They snark at each other the same exact moment, which is enough to have them kicking off in peels of laughter again. Benji holds his abdomen, winces at the ache. When he thinks back on the last few hours, it’s all been laughter.

“What’s crazy?” Xavier asks once the lighter has been retrieved, their joint started expertly. “Here, just…Benji, look, you’re gonna cough the other lung out if you try it the cigarette way again.”

“But everybody says —”

“Everybody lies,” Xavier interrupts. He stands up, braving himself on the tabletop with one hand while he leans over to pass. Benji’s eyes slip up the nonsense arrangement of tattoos up his arm, images charmingly disjointed and placements chosen at random. Aesthetic without Xavier putting the effort in to make it so. Benji likes that. Respects it, thinking of his own and the silly pleasure behind adding something else on a whim.

He wonders if Xavier would like something on a whim, if he’d trust Benji’s at-home kit. That makes him smile as he sits up to take the cherry-ended roll between his fingers. Makes him suck in a slight breath when already-damp paper touches to his lips.

He tries to be normal about what that means.

One giggling, hush-voiced trip to the cornerstone later, they’ve crashed on the couch. A television idle screen flashes blue and red over their faces. There’s a bag of crisps balanced atop Benji’s knee that, when reached for, turns up empty. Benji does not remember emptying it, but there’s a smudge of sensation at the corner of his mouth along with the distant ring in his ears. When his finger comes away from that spot it’s stained the same bright firetruck red as the crisps.

“Hm.” He says thoughtfully, sticking it into his mouth. “Want to watch something?”

Xavier, knees tucked under his chin, turns to look at him.

“We just —” he pauses, blinking several times when their eyes meet. Benji looks away from his curling mouth. “Oh, man. Oh shit. You ok?”

His knees are bouncing, hair twisting and untwisting around a finger while his other hand occupies itself with a rhythm on his thigh. It’s separate from the one his feet kick at — fidgeting in three different ways is unlike him.

“Yeah,” Benji responds. “Why?”

“Because we already did.” Xavier rotates, pulling his legs up until he’s fully on the couch. “Watch something, I mean. We watched two somethings. You talked, like, nonstop through both of them.”

“I did?” He feels a grin threatening. Goes so wide it gets sore, because Xavier has one of his own. “Oh. Maybe — fuckin’ hell. Can’t move my head too fast.”

“Here, man.” A pillow smacks gently against his face. Benji bats it away with a laughing scowl. “Get yourself comfortable, in that case. You’re about to get hit with the second half and you’ll want to be horizontal.”

Benji hesitates, pillow clutched between his fingers as he considers the tiny amount of space between them. It isn’t a small couch, but Xavier’s not a small lad. Benji does not look at the splay of his knees or the hem of his shirt he’s been tugging or the loose neckline revealing way too much when he leans forward like that. Xavier tilts his chin, peering into Benji’s eyes assentingly for a moment. Benji watches back heavy-lidded. And then he pulls quickly away, or maybe at regular speed and Benji’s just…there. Going at a different pace of time.

He clears his throat. “Sorry, but…you’re gonna sleep so good, dude.”

“Feels like it.” The laugh bubbles out rough and airy, breath through his teeth. “Can you hand me that?”

Another pillow smacks into his face.

He tugs it away, tucked beneath his chin. Kicks at Xavier across the couch. It takes a moment to settle. His mum always called it Benji’s gettin’ situated. Worst part of raising him, she would tease. He’s got a distinct memory of being whinging before bed once, giving her the runaround while begging for a story. It must have driven her absolutely up the wall to give in, only to wait for him to set up the pillows and blankets on his bed just right.

Why can’t you keep it how it is, Benji? She’d asked in amused frustration. You’ll have to move them all when you get to sleep. And he’d responded simply, with sense that seemed only obvious to him: Amma, ‘cuz this is story time pillows. Sleep pillows are different.

Maran’ll go at him about it too, grumbling exaggeratedly under his breath when Benji demands another blanket — or for him to flip it, because one side feels better than the other. Requests they swap shirts, borrow a pair of socks that won’t bother with a seam.

Xavier doesn’t make a single comment while he shifts and shuffles, tucking both pillows and then squirming when the padding doesn’t feel right, when the metal zipper teeth of one brushes the small of his back in a strange way. But Benji has the need to explain.

“Y’know how, in summer, you’ve got the fan on and you want the temperature but the actual — “ he waves his hand at his face, settling back into the miniature pillow fort with a content sigh, “the actual breeze on you doesn’t feel right?”

“No,” Xavier says with a little smile. When he bends forward for the remote, Benji’s gaze feathers over the curve of his spine. “But I guess it’s probably like wool for me.”

Benji tips his chin back and groans extravagantly. “Fuckin’ hate wool, mate. And, makes me sound posh, but polyester? Cheap costume material, y’know. Fuck that.”

“Fuck that.” Xavier agrees, laughing breathily. “Uh. Sometimes eggs weird me out.”

Benji sits up, his eyes widening past their sleep weight. “Piss off.” He says with a burst of giggles. “Oh, you get it. I need to…like I’ve got to,” he smacks a hand to his thigh, gesturing at the side of the couch, “Only wear certain trousers. The—”

“Texture.” Xavier offers sagely when Benji’s brow pulls, brain searching for the word unsuccessfully. “I hate when my hair grows past my ears. It tickles. And I’m picky about blankets.”

Benji snaps his fingers. “I’ve got this ancient blue shirt with fish on it, don’t remember where it came from, but it’s just about the only thing I’ll wear to sleep right now.” Xavier blinks several times, so Benji shrugs. “Dunno. Good feel to it, I s’pose?” A palm smooths over his chest back and forth, chest hair scratching beneath his shirt. “Doesn’t catch or anything.”

“I think,” the other man says, and his tone is strange enough that Benji glances back over at him from where the televisions’ off flicker drew him. “I think that’s my shirt.”

Benji looks at him. Xavier looks back. Benji licks his lips, shifts in place.“Not many Boston Aquariums in Liverpool, so that checks.”

Xavier snorts. The weird tension dispels somewhat, but not all the way. Benji hopes the shirt isn’t sentimental. “Shocking.”

“It’s comfortable. That shirt. Won’t be giving it back.” He says mindlessly, plucking at a stray threat on the blanket tossed over all their legs. Xavier’s lips part, but he doesn’t see it.

Xavier looks like he deflates a bit, but it isn’t in the sad sort of kicked way he curls up with discomfort, hands coming together to wind in circles or flatten to the back of his head in distress. It’s an all-over relaxing. “Yeah. Alright.”

Benji’s turn to ask now, so he does it cheekily: “Feeling okay? Bit too much?”

He nods in response, chin bobbing theatrically; tipped back, the line of his throat looks somehow longer. Benji’s debating on the appropriateness of thinking that way about a friend when it flexes around words. “You can keep it. That shirt. It was big on me anyway.”

And just like that, the image of it on Xavier springs unwanted to the forefront of his imagination. Wearing it. Wearing it too big. Hanging like the shirt he’s wearing now, except — not just a little bit of loose fabric but wearing it big, hanging off a pale, freckled shoulder. Showing the severe cut of a collarbone. Maybe…maybe too long, instead of loose. Maybe when he wears it, the hem drapes over his thighs. And then Benji’s brain spirals thighs and skin and shirt and maybe, maybe nothing else? It offers him the embarrassingly clear mental image of his hand there, shoving it up further. Xavier lifting it himself, maybe. Slow and teasing so Benji can run knuckles under the fabric as it goes, so he can touch —

Benji falls back against the couch with another sticky gulp, tossing both arms over his face.

Xavier yawns. He tucks his long arms behind his back when he does it. Benji gets that flash of worry and frustration. Followed by the unwelcome, unignorable lick of heat. “Yeah, there it is. Don’t know how the fuck you’re conscious. I definitely overdid it, so sorry if you’re…” he giggles, fucking giggles, Benji’s fist clenches. “Uh, out there.”

His focus slides in lazy circles around Xavier’s face. Deep-set, sleepy eyes still somehow flashing playfully aware, freckles, mouth, mouth, mouth.

He pats his thigh. He isn’t sure what exactly possesses him. Except, no, that isn’t true. He is. He knows exactly what comes over him. Face and sense of humor and all the rest of it, of him, because Benji’s fucking awful with infatuation, worse with a face. And because sometimes it’s hard to know when he’s meant to stop drinking because the bubbles burst in his skull, the warmth in his gut soothes.

I’m not gonna fucking compare you to substances. Benji thinks seriously, holding Xavier’s gaze until his eyes threaten to dry out. He blinks once. I am not gonna compare you to alcohol.

It isn’t awkward. They don’t know each other well enough for this. And it isn’t awkward, somehow. When Xavier adjusts himself forward, bent in half and looming over Benji for one slow-motion beat, he holds his breath. Waits for the kick of annoyance in his gut as he lays a cheek on Benji’s lap. Not directly. There’s a pillow there; his wrist feels stiff in the morning if he sleeps funny.

“Can I touch your hair?” Benji finds himself asking. His voice sounds funny to his own ears. “Sorry. That’s weird, isn’t it? I just — it’s —” A hand curls around his wrist and tugs it away, pulls it down his stomach and lower. To where Xavier’s head rests in his lap. In my lap, he’s thinking with wide eyes, somehow unable to look away from the contrast of their skin. In my fucking lap. Xavier looks so stark and strange against him. And Benji’s down hand looks — looks —

He chuckles. “No, no. Go for it. It’s…it’s fine. Sometimes if I know I want to go interstellar, I’ll grab one of those little fidget things.” Xavier’s cheeks redden, but he keeps talking as if it’s impossible to stop. “It’s good to touch something.”

“Aw,” Benji’s returning laugh is halting. Pushed out on a breath, spindled like yarn on some sharp object that feels lodged in his chest. “Much softer than it looks.”

“God, right? Matilda gets on me about the ends. I need it cut.”

“Ears.” Benji says solemnly. “Looks good that length. Uh, I can do it, if you want.” He rubs a lock between his fingers thoughtfully. He was right. The texture is good like this, when his head feels porous and light and slow. “Maran’s not too fucked up most of the time.”

Xavier huffs. He rubs his cheek against the pillow with a sigh. “Most.” He squeaks (actually squeaks, so fucking delightful) when Benji pinches his ear for the cheek. If his fingers move a bit slower than they should over the cuff hugging the cartilage, neither says a word.

There’s a beat, then: “M’tired.”

“Yeah.”

“Like, real tired. You were fuckin’ right, you prick.”

They talk in halting monosyllables for several minutes, each sentence hanging on for a second longer. The words becoming meaningless, syntax totally gone. They talk just to do it, just to keep going, eager to hear the other, hungry to be heard and understood. Later down the line, Maran will tease him mercilessly for having a ‘nasty, embarrassing daft little grin’ on sleeping face the next morning.

that’s how Benji discovers he might need to be a bit more careful when it comes to the general consumption of mind-altering substances around Xavier. Because being around Xavier makes him feel mind-altered to begin.

Benji grimaces.

Aw. There it is. Gone and compared you. The thought plows through his brain. It’s the second to last complete one he has before he knocks out. His hand stills through Xavier’s hair, fingers wound firm but not tight. The last thought is: FUCK.

He pushes his scrunched nose into the pillow beside him, even if he hates the scratch of fabric on his facial hair. It’s not the strong, massive hand tucked around his ankle or the soft red line across Xavier’s cheek from his sleeve that makes him shiver. It’s that scratch of fabric, the unbearable fucking internal itch. It can’t be anything else.

Fuck.

#writing #ua #bp #xw #bp x xw #college au

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ghosts-and-blue-sweaters · 9 months

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Character ask!

Tommy! (I'm about 93% sure he's a character in DSMP 😬)

1, 2, 3, 7, 14, 20, 27, 30

Oh yes, he’s definitely a character :D He’s actually probably the most main character in DSMP 😅

My first impression of them

I don’t think I liked him very much 😅

I thought he was too much, and too loud and made too many rowdy jokes, and was just… a lot. It took me a bit to warm up to the guy.

When I think I truly started to like them (or dislike them, if you've sent me a character I don't like)

I can’t really place the exact moment I started liking him, because I think it was more of a gradual thing; slowly, the more I watched him and learned about him and watched his story progress, I found myself… coming around :) He started to grow on me.

Now I think he’s really funny, and he makes me smile a bunch, and he’s also super caring and loves so hard and is overall a sweet guy (who is still very loud and very Much and makes rowdy jokes, but I’ve grown to appreciate him for it XD)

A song that reminds me of them

!!!

SO MANY

Trouble by Matthew S Nelson

Role Models by AJR

Living My Best Life by Paper Kings

(I have a whole hekkin 30 hour playlist ajsgaksga)

A quote of them that you remember

Tommy has a lot of great quotes, actually :) He’s a very good talker.

“I’m not a broken record. If anything, I’m a sturdy record.”

“He’s like Toy Story, but vigorously more offensive.”

“In Pogtopia, you weren’t… kind.”

“I don’t like who I am when I’m around you, Dream.”

“I’m so rich that I’m poor. I flip my hair back and say that.”

Best storyline they had

OOOOH

I really liked the whole Thing he had going on with Wilbur (crime boys my beloveds) and I also adore the friendship he had with Ghostbur.

But honestly, Exile might be my favorite arc he had. It was sad and hard to watch but so good.

A weird headcanon

Ehehehe >:)

He’s got a scar running across his middle finger (he likes that one)

If they could meet a character from another show/movie/etc, who would be the most fun for them to meet?

Gosh, there’s so many possibilities-

I kinda want him to meet Peter Parker from Spiderman XD

The funniest scene they had?

DUDE SO MANY!!!

Gosh… maybe during pre-L’manburg days, when he was doing that drug business with Wilbur alsgaksgkaf that was pretty funny XD

#ask #ask game answers #my DSMP thoughts

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good morning vi!! how is your day going far?? it's treating you well right? or else just tell me i'll make it even better ^^ umm, my day was kinda of okay because i don't know what to think but my dad got admitted to (dental) hospital because he has some infection and his jaw swelled a lot.

he's okay now and my mom will go later, after cooking lunch for us (me, my sis, my bro and granny) and then later that night i complete writing three words for three subjects each and my hand is paining right now :(

i guess i started writing at 9:50 pm and ended it at 3:15 (#_<-) that was the first time i completed my work, all satisfied and tofay i'll treat myself with chocolate or ice cream <3

w_w, you dance?? c'mon i need to have a dance with you vi :( that's so nice — what kind of dance did you learn, i leant bharatanatyam since young and i stopped learning it in 8th grade and due to that my body is so fucking stiff whenever i try to dance to other genres ヽ（≧□≦）ノ

and i think i don't know much about myself, my likes or dislikes but i surely have a few?? i like to sleep ^^ and i used to take singing classes but i stopped because while i was going to my class, a dog came running back at me and bit my frock (i was safe, it didn't bite my ass, lmfao) and i was so traumatised for life — i didn't step outside my house since that day 😭😭😭

but i find that memory so funny because i ran crying, "mummy!!!!! hhaahahahha" lmfao, i can't stop laughing at myself. so embarrasing :) and i like cats, hamsters and hedgedogs </3 i thought of using 🦔 for myself but since you were already using it, i thought i'd use my fav flower.

and i even like biology (my dream was to be a gynaecologist, but everything shattered because of a diabetic doctor 😒) and physics, math. no no no for chem because it's all shit and what are those names?? iupac?? common names?? wtf !!

i don't think there's more about my liking because i'm often confused about myself and i don't know what's right or wrong for me, hehe!! well, this got pretty long. but thanks for appreciating my mindset, i'm trying to improve myself as time goes by. gotta be a hot/baddie ceo of a company (in the future)

i'm currently studying in grade 11 so my boards are totally near (march 15 😭😭😭) there's a lot to study but it's frustating :/ but i'll try my best to study but my mom wants full marks .😔🙏🏽i just woke up an hour ago and writing this for you <3

i'll have to write one more chapter for physics and i'll be fucking done with the records and watch a web-series (in my mother tongue ^^) see you later vi!! hope it goes/went well with you!! *muah (i like you too [platonically] 💘💘)

— 🌼(and this got long, hehe)

hii 🌼! sorry for the really late reply, i just got back from school ㅠㅠ but my day’s been pretty okay, just a whole lot of assignments but i guess that’s normal… and, oh no.. that’s really sad to hear :( i hope your dad’s feeling better now, sending him all the well wishes <3

make sure to take breaks, okay? i wouldn’t want you injuring yourself! i had a pretty nasty hand injury recently because of all the continuous writing i’ve been doing, and i definitely wouldn’t want that happening to you :(

congratulations for finishing your writing, take a well-deserved break anonie <3 are you planning to publish it anytime soon? if so, i’ll read it, for sure :)

and yeahhh i dance keke ^^ have been for a super long time, since i was little! i mainly do hip-hop, but i don’t pride myself to be very good JEKEOWJ

++ i like to sleep too ^^ and singing classes?? that’s so cool! always wanted to go for a singing lesson, but i’ve never found the opportunity / time to do so. and i’m sorry for what happened to you, that’s so scary ohmygosh ㅠㅠ and and, you like hedgehogs too?! this is the first time i’ve met someone who likes hedgehogs as well; they’re just so cute— also, i’m so sorry about the emoji claim &/¥@

no way, i LOVE biology and maths too! one of my two fav subjects fr <3 and i hate chemistry… so i support you on this! and yes~~ be that ceo, i 102882% believe in you <3

my nationals are coming up in a few months and i’m stressing (hahah….) so i completely understand ++ claps for your hard work ^^

really late, but see you later anonie >< enjoy your web-series :)

#ᙏ̤̫ — askz #ᙏ̤̫ — anonz

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