#i was tired of not knowing stuff so here's a basic rundown for everyone like me who's new here

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heehoo i loke your Links, stuff abt them plz??

Oh hi! Sorry I didn’t get to this sooner! I didn’t check my tumblr for a hot second oops

But yes I’d love to talk about them! For botw/totk Link, I’m waiting to actually buy and play the game before I fully solidify him. I’ll give a brief rundown of each of them here, but feel free to ask more about any specific Link :)

Skyward Sword:

Tired in multiple ways. He was more carefree before the start of his adventure, but there are a lot of reasons to be concerned about these days, especially when you’re babysitting your reincarnations, some of which are older than you

That’s not to say he doesn’t know how to chill out and sit back. Given permission, he will instantly drop all responsibilities on whoever is left to deal with it

23 y/o

Huge sweetheart once you get him to stop worrying about things

Potential nicknames: Cloudy, Floater, Feathers

Minish Cap/Four Swords/Four Swords Adventures

I have an explanation for the timeline nonsense I swear. Don’t worry about it

Generally friendly, enthusiastic, and thoughtful, but he has his moments of absolute impulse. Knows far more than he should… probably. He very much enjoys being mysterious just because he’s a little gremlin

He hates being timed

20 y/o

Potential nicknames: Forge, Smith, Mini

Is currently undergoing a redesign

Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask

He’s in his edgy teen phase. Moody and has disdain for authority, but he’s still got that undeniable kindness in him. Avoids attachment but just can’t help himself

Mostly homeless, as he’s usually traveling, but he’s always got a home at Lon Lon Ranch with his friend Malon. Kakariko likes him, too.

17 y/o

Potential nicknames: Mask, Eyepatch, Sapling

A Link to the Past/the Oracle games/Link’s Awakening

Most people’s first impressions of him are that he’s quite untrusting and melancholy and that he’s very competent. Once he gets used to someone, though, he’ll open up and mess with them like an annoying sibling. Very clever, knowledgeable, and a jack of all trades. Curiosity will be his downfall

Helps his Uncle run the apple orchard. Has expanded it into farming berries as well

17 y/o

Potential nicknames: Collector, Cartographer, Pinky, Apples

A Link Between Worlds/Triforce Heroes

Very cheerful and friendly. Highly skilled in the arts, though he hasn’t had the chance to mess with yarnwork yet. Low self-esteem but only expresses it in the most concerningly casual ways

Fantastic liar. He fully blames Ravio for this

19 y/o

Potential nicknames: Artisan, Painter, Mirror

Zelda 1/Adventure of Link

At first glance, he is already done with everyone's bullcrap, but really he's a very patient and considerate guy. He is incredibly blunt about things, though. Not as suspicious of people as he probably should be, but hey, what's one more crazy thing happening?

Loves discovering new things. Has a soft spot for soft things like pillows and fairies. Tone deaf.

21 y/o

Potential nicknames: Mage, Explorer, Adventurer, Calatian

Twilight Princess

Generally quiet and reserved but will step in when he deems it necessary. Skilled at keeping the group wrangled. He is fiercely protective of his loved ones and is not as responsible as he comes off as

Doesn't turn into a wolf often. Alternates between helping out Mayor Bo with Ordon and taking commissions for the Resistance

24 y/o

Potential nicknames: Goatherd, Farmer

Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass

Friendly in a loud, boisterous sort of way, but when it comes down to it, he can quiet down and become reliable and responsible if he needs to. Fairly easygoing until he sets his mind onto something, in which case, he's going to accomplish his goals one way or another

Finds the others while mapping out the new continent, so for all intents and purposes, he basically goes missing. Does not like birds.

27 y/o

Potential nicknames: Pirate, Sailor, Sea Dog

Spirit Tracks

usually soft-spoken and polite, but will get a bit louder the more comfortable he is. Much better at puzzles and mechanics than swordfighting. Still works as a royal engineer and is good friends with his Zelda

He sees dead people :/

15 y/o

Potential nicknames: Engineer, Piper, Steam, Conductor

Hyrule Warriors

snarky in a friendly way and will joke around to lighten the mood, but he can be perfectly serious when he needs to be. A natural and skillful leader. Loves kids and dabbles in fashion

Regrets that he has to leave his era’s Hyrule because he’s got a duty to the kingdom, but his Zelda insisted that he went. After all, he’s got his duty as a hero, too

32 y/o

Potential nicknames: Commander, Sir, Ser

Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom

very honest with his emotions and thoughts, and he will habitually go off and do things on his own without waiting for anyone else. Doesn't quite understand social conventions

Thought the others were either very creative yiga or very lost travelers when he first met them

20 y/o

Potential nicknames: Archer, Survivalist, Champion

#tloz #loz #legend of zelda #loz au #linkverse #asks

[heleizition]

holding cain gently in my hands. do ya got a jive on what happenes plotwise? like a timeline and shit. does cain die. does cain kill able. who takes eden by the hand and shoves love down his throat? whats up with able caring for nell in a sibling capacity and whys that not happening with cain. whats their p a s t why are they so fucked.

ok so . plot wise . it's messy and not very good ngl but the rundown is as follow. its long and BAD im . but its my thing and i have strong feelings about.

Nell and vik meet as angel & demon and cooperate on a thing . which they're not allowed to bc angel and demons have been at wars for Ever and no one really remembers why.

when he comes back to th demon realm nell is subjected to torture as a punishment from the demon council or something . abel doesnt like that and he's been trying to find a way to fuck up the demon realm for a while anyway so he takes nell and runs away with him in "purgatory" which is the vast land between angel and demon reals. his team follows (titania and jasper) (the four of them are basically demon . soldiers.)

cain stains behind and acts as abel's ears in the demon realm as he's high ranked.

anyway in the meantime cody's angel team finds abel's team in the purgatory bc they were just Out There doing Stuff. at this point abel and cody, both high ranking, have know each other for a long time and have been forming a sort of understanding that they're both pretty tired of this endless war.

anyway somehow all of them decide to team up. dont ask me why. im not a good writer.

we learn that things have been shitty bc god decided to communicate for the first time in for Ever to the angel & demon leader that They sent someone down there with part of Their power to shake things up. because god is a Bored CHILD

the whole story revolves around trying to find out who's god's soldier.

several things happen including discovering that vik is under noah's (angel chief) orders (but like its bc he had zero memories of his past life and died a child and was easily manipulated and had no idea what was going on for a while and oh man . he's at the center of this now), vik getting thrown into angel jail, getting jailbreaked by those who are mad but not THAT mad at him, eden gets snatched and his head explodes, he survives

theres like a whole thing about past lives and memories btw. its kinda boring lmao but its a thing.

jasper learns that actually he was created in this realm and never had a past life to begin with and he's an experimentation from a rogue demon council guy that abel & cain killed, thats when abel took jasper under his wing . he had no idea lol poor guy!!!!!!!!!

um things accelerate . its time for the final showdown ! we still dont know who's god's guy. if i were actually drawing/writing this id give every character their focus time to throw readers. like heheheh who is it >:) ?

ok final showdown everyone fights someone that is meaningful to them bc of the story yeehaw . cain is here.

cain what are you doing here (atop of the battlefield) and not on the battlefield

cain . cain why are you fighting nell

flashback time ! abel & cain only ever had each other in their past life and this one and cain is basically a "i'll do it all for you" guy bc he has no chill except the demon council manipulated him into thinking that abel is pushing him aside because he's weak or not good enough and that nell is the actual family he needs yada yada

cain why are you leaving nell with his guts open on the field

oh man . nell is dying . vik is holding his almost lifeless body . oh no

cain is behind abel and oh man isn't it weird that i'm thinking abt the first murder in pseudo history rn . wild

so cain stabs abel in the back who had absolutely no idea of the turmoil his brother was in . cody is here . cody and abel love each other in a ay that goes beyond memory beyong tragedies beyond universes. cody can't go on without abel thats how it's written (?).

cody is god's soldier. she didn't know. she couldn't have. she unleashes the power. this world is dead.

god is looking at this. looking at them. realises they're fond of that part of them they sent in this endless war. that she made a family out of the people she met and . that it'd be nice if she could have that for real, right ? after all, god can feel her feelings. and it's warm and love and ugly and fury and god had forgotten about all that.

epilogue. cody wakes up. it's april. a sunday. the sun is out. she has to get up because she's meeting up with friends. we follow her and her routine. we see the friends. we know the friends.

the end

OK for the other questions : cain was manipulated, a pawn in this universe, he has serious abandonment issues that ARE worked on post story once they are "revived" lol. he's a bit of a cold guy but he's doing his best. he does actually like nell in this "universe", but it takes a while.

eden was surrounded by lovely people by chance and by force. thats their difference lol

it's not that abel does not care about cain, he does, but it's always hard when someone comes around and can replace you. ofc thats not what abel is doing, he cares about nell a lot and he can't help it, but it makes cain just,,, rage on . idk how to explain it. you know when you're not doing great and your friend who you cling a bit to has other friends ? and you think oh . oh they don't..... care about me as much as i care about them (which is wrong btw) ? yeah thats a feeling i had a lot when i was younger and that i still have sometimes but that i know how to beat down now hehe but . some people are more vulnerable to it, especially when the support they need isn't there at the right moment. i feel for cain. he's jst, not doing great emotionally.

#ask me #cain #abel #cody #the unwanted #SIGHHH #im emotional now............. #<3

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Lady Loki and the Enchantress

There's a lot of discussion about whether the Variant is lady Loki or the Enchantress (though one might argue all the evidence - "if anyone's one, you're me" to the TVA saying its a different version of Loki - points towards her being Lady Loki)

But then there's the thing with Sophia's character being credited as 'Sylvie' in other language versions of the episode.

So since I'm pretty new to the Marvel fandom (like VERY new so if I do say something that doesn't make sense, blame it on me being a noob), I decided to look up the Lady Loki and the Enchantress of the comics.

The Enchantress, or Sylvie Lushton, is a human who was given her Asgardian-like strength and magic by Loki. Upon discovering her powers Sylvie models her persona after Amora, the Asgardian sorceress who originally went by the name Enchantress. It is also possible Loki created Sylvie and gave her false memories of life as a human before her powers and that is a huge twist for the character in the comics.

Meanwhile Lady Loki is basically just Loki occupying the body meant for Sif after Ragnarok which, in the comics, is a cyclic event after which Asgardians are reborn in different bodies. 

Now I don’t know about the comics but in Norse mythology, Sif’s hair is “golden” (one could say that’s just a fancy way of saying blonde) before Loki cuts it off, turning it brown. Sylvie Lushton is also a blonde. So at least the hair colour doesn’t indicate one over the other. The headpiece on the other hand, as most know, is an iconic part of the Lady Loki ensemble.

And something that bugs about this whole situation is the ‘Laufeydottir’ in the TVA’s files on the Variant. They’ve gotten other Lokis before (mostly male, going by the examples they showed us) and must’ve documented them as ‘Laufeyson’ like they did protagonist Loki. So when they have this information, why do they continue to refer to the Variant with ‘he’/’him’? Because they are fool enough not to recognise what that means? Because most Lokis are male? Wouldn’t they WANT to distinguish the Variant from other versions of Loki if that’s the case? 

However we’ve seen the Variant does not like to be called Loki. Is this because she has distanced herself from what it means to be a “Loki”? Or is it because she has fashioned a new identity for herself and no longer wants to be identified with her past? And if she’s not a Loki, what did she do to make the TVA think she is?

#loki #loki series #lady loki #mcu #the enchantress #the variant #sylvie lushton #i was tired of not knowing stuff so here's a basic rundown for everyone like me who's new here #none of this makes any sense #i apologise if you read through that whole thing #marvel #disney+ loki #the tva #loki show #loki laufeyson #so many questions

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Far Off Places (CH 2)

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3

Word Count : 3,022

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It took a few hours to wake up, but when you did, you sat up in a cold sweat, sharp pains shooting through your ribs, legs, and back. Almost three days of walking and running had taken a huge toll on your body. You scrunched your face in pain and shot a hand to your chest, noticing bandages around your arm and hand. That’s when you were very aware of your surroundings and two other figures in your peripheral. You looked at them in shock, their faces mirroring your same expression. You remembered the one with the wings just as you fell to the ground, but this second person you hadn’t seen. How many people were here, you wondered.

You tried to speak but your throat was raw and all that came out were raspy whispers and coughs. The one with wings looked at the taller one and motioned to a doorway. The taller one nodded and walked away swiftly, coming back seconds later with a bottle of water and another one full of a sparkling pink liquid. He handed you both of them and advised to drink the pink one first and wash it down with the water, explaining it was a health potion. You obliged and gulped it as fast as you could, almost gagging from the taste, and quickly chugged and swished the water after, feeling the effects almost instantly. You thanked them both and handed the bottles back to the boy and he took them back through the doorway, leaving you and the winged man alone. You fiddled with the bandages on your arms for a moment and cleared your throat a couple times before finally speaking.

“Where am I? Who are you? Thank you for the help.” The man lightly chuckled and took off his hat, his hair falling to frame his face. “My name is Philza, but you can call me Phil. The other one is Ranboo, he’s our friend that lives over by the mountain.” His voice had a very thick accent, unlike the boy, Ranboo. You nodded and he continued. “You’re outside of the Dream SMP. I live with Ranboo here with Technoblade. He goes by Techno. He’s currently asleep and we’re not sure when he’ll wake up. You’ve seen our dogs,” he chuckles out, drawing a smile onto your face. You scratch the back of your neck and heat makes its way to your face. “I’m sorry if I woke you. Your dogs made quite the ruckus.” He smiles fondly at you and waves you off. “Oh, don’t worry about it. We’re normally up around that time anyway. Days have been pretty restless lately, what with all the wars and such going on.”

He notices the worry on your face and goes on. “We tend to stay out of things. We’ve been involved too many times and we all like to keep things peaceful. These cabins are essentially a safe place. No one really knows where we live and we’d like to keep it that way. You aren’t here as a spy are you?” You shake your head and look down at your hands, bruises and cuts litter your body, but are slowly fading thanks to the potion from earlier. “No, I uh…” You clear your throat and steel yourself to speak more. “I… I travelled for three days to get here. My homeland was destroyed and I have nowhere to go.”

You look up at the man, the younger boy now standing next to him, staring at you in wonder and concern, the same concern seen in Phil’s eyes. “I’m still not sure how much I can trust anyone so I won’t say much more, but I lost my home and everyone I know. I’ve come a long way and I need somewhere safe. The person that murdered and burned my home could still be out there, and I need help. I know we’re strangers but I hope to trust you two more. You seem like nice people and, if you’re willing, I’d like to find some help some day to go back and figure out what happened.”

They both stare at you for a while until Phil smiles politely and nods. “Of course! Do you have a name you’d like us to call you?” You think for a minute, not being able to come up with a name to go by so as to keep your real name hidden. Ranboo speaks up a minute later. “We could call you Faer, if that’s ok. As a name it means Traveler.” You smile brightly at the small  name and nod. “I guess that fits, seeing as I am technically a traveler now. I didn’t do much of that back home, so sure, let’s go with that.” They both nod in unison. “Faer,” you say to yourself. A fitting name, short and sweet and it rolled off the tongue nicely. Maybe one day when you knew you could trust them you’d tell them your real name, but for now that nickname would do.

They gave you some supplies, a bed, and some armor and better clothes after you got some rest and pointed you to a good spot to set up your own little home. They also gave you a map of the surrounding areas and gave you a rundown of some of the people that lived in the main cities, but there were so many that you forgot half of them. Ranboo followed you out to pick a spot to settle down, idly chatting about how life was in the area, who to stay away from, where all the farms were, and just general stuff to pass the time. Eventually you ran out of wood so you both ventured into the woods to chop some more.

After a couple hours, your small abode was looking good. It wasn’t anything fancy or as big as Techno or Phil’s houses, but it did the job. All you had to do yet was finish putting walls up inside, decorating, and making it pretty outside. You added some fences to give yourself a front yard, placed torches to liven up the place, and also made a small deck out front facing the aforementioned houses. It took a couple more hours of work to get the inside done, but everything was done around sunset and you were ready to pass out. Phil came over close to the end and said Techno was awake and they would be over soon to welcome you in. You were grateful to have such a warm welcome, but you were still on edge. How well could you trust these people? Sure, they gave you plenty of things and were friendly, but it felt like they were hiding something or were keeping information away from you. The way they would shirk off certain questions or avoid subjects completely was weird. You assumed it was because they didn’t trust you either, so you shrugged it off. You were a stranger to them. A person that ended up passing out on their land, giving them no info on who you were or where you came from. You were lucky you ended up here, though. Hearing some of the stories Ranboo told you made you glad this was the closest on your journey.

Ranboo returned, after leaving to clean himself up, with some flowers, a diamond sword, and a couple emeralds to get you started. After chatting with him for a couple minutes you heard a knock on your front door, signaling the return of Phil. You hopped off of your seat and opened the door to greet him. He had a couple dishes of various kinds of foods piled into his arms, so you gladly took some from him. What you were not prepared for was Techno. You didn’t know what to expect, as Phil had given no description, but the tall half pig, half human standing behind the winged man with a disgruntled look on his face, flowing red cape, and glinting golden crown was absolutely something you weren’t expecting. I mean, you weren’t one to judge, you just had no clue what to expect. Phil walked past you and asked Ranboo for help setting everything up, leaving you with the large man. He gave you a huff and walked past you, cape gently hitting you in the shins as the wind from him walking pushed it out behind him. You stood there, slightly in shock with the door open, as he made himself at home in your new living room. You closed the door and turned around to see him with his head hanging off the back of the couch, eyes closed and arms crossed. He did just wake up, maybe he’s still tired.

The night was going well in your eyes. You and Ranboo were getting along well and you could see why he was saying Phil was very much like a powerful father figure. Techno joined in on some conversations occasionally when he thought he had something to say. You asked him some simple questions but he refused to answer anything. You chalked it up to him not trusting you at all so you let it slide and shrugged it off. Phil had nudged him or elbowed him a few times if he thought he was getting out of line, but you waved it off saying you weren’t bothered. Honestly you weren’t bothered. You had heard worse in your courts back at home, so little phased you at this point. Thinking about your home had apparently made you zone out, because you were brought back to real life when you heard your new name being called. Ranboo had shook your shoulder lightly, concern etched onto his and Phil’s faces, amusement and curiosity finally glinting in Techno’s eyes. You laughed lightly and put a hand to your face, feeling wetness on your cheeks. When had you started crying?

“Faer, are you ok? What’s wrong?” Ranboo’s hand retracted and he stared at you with intense focus, very clearly concerned. You looked down at your empty plate, long forgotten from the hours before during your conversations. You contemplated telling them the truth, second guessed yourself, then shook your head and covered your face with both hands, letting out a short sigh. You knew you would have to tell them eventually, and you supposed now was as good a time as any. You started off at your lineage, being born into a royal family, being sheltered since you were young, your training and lessons. Everything shortened into smaller stories to keep things simplified. Everything leading up to your parents inevitable deaths and you becoming the ruler of a whole kingdom.

Techno had perked at the words “royal family”, finally becoming invested in something and listening closely, asking questions every once in a while. Ranboo and Phil sat in shock as Techno had basically taken over the conversation, you pouring out details as he asked. You weren’t sure why exactly you were letting him get so much out of you, but all of them seemed to relax the more you talked about your past, until finally you reached the downfall of your oversized city. Ranboo had gotten more invested in this, and seemed to want to figure out how it happened as well. He said he was a fan of theories and small details that seemed to be hidden, so he agreed to helping you find the arsonist.

They asked for coordinates so you got up, grabbed all the plates to take them to the kitchen, found your journal, and brought it back to where everyone was sitting. Ranboo’s eyes lit up as he watched you flip through the pages and you caught onto his gaze and smiled. He opened his own bag and brought out a journal silently, smiling the whole time, mentioning how he kept his own journals. You made a mental note to try to ask about them at another point as he put his away. You finally flipped to the page holding info about your kingdom and pulled out a map from between the pages as well, flipping them to face Techno and Phil. They looked over everything and you watched intently as they pointed and flipped, exchanging words every few seconds.

“We can just make a portal,” Techno finally grunts out. “Most of our locations we stay in have portals to each and highways connecting to the main portal by the community house. The only thing we would worry about is having you out and about. Some of the people here… Aren’t so trustworthy.” You think back to your conversation with Ranboo and nod. “Yeah, Ranboo said something about an Egg? What’s that all about?” They all go quiet and you feel like you’ve asked the wrong question. “I’m assuming it’s nothing good, so I won’t press anymore, but if it’s unavoidable then you’ll have to tell me eventually.” Phil speaks up from his side of the table. “Well, all we should tell you now is to not touch the vines, and if you hear anything to let us know right away. Don’t trust any bad thoughts.” You were taken back by that but hesitantly croaked out an ‘ok’ and left it there.

You all spent the last hour together coming up with a plan to get you to your kingdom, what you could look for, and who else you might be able to trust. The date was decided to be set for a week from the present day and you would find two more people, Karl and Sapnap. Ranboo said you would get along well with them and they were people they knew could help that had a lot of knowledge. Karl was a master at problem solving and a time traveler (though he still didn’t know exactly how to control it and only used it when he had to), and Sapnap was born in fire so he knew it well, meaning he might be able to know something from the wreckage. After everything was said and done, you were waving goodbye as they all crossed the snow covered field to their separate homes.

You shut the door and sighed, leaning your back against the solid wood plank, your head also falling back to rest on it, eyes closing as you listened to your breathing and heartbeat. The gentle crackling from the fireplace and torches calmed your nerves more as you pushed off the door and made your way to the kitchen to extinguish some of the lights. After cleaning up and tidying everything, you looked over the living room once more and smiled to yourself, finding your way up the stairs and into your bathroom to wash off and get ready to sleep.

All this alone time gave you time to think about the plans, and the more you thought, the more you doubted this person named Sapnap. You were told he had some kind of fire ability, and seeing as most of your kingdom was set on fire, you didn’t think he was very trustworthy. No matter how far away this place was, he was still suspicious to you. I mean, what were you supposed to think when you got to a random location and on the first day upon arrival you were told that there was someone here with a fire ability? Were you just supposed to trust this stranger immediately, just like that? You didn’t like that thought at all, but you trusted Ranboo and Phil enough already that you figured you should give this Sapnap guy a chance.

And with those last few thoughts, you finished settling in to sleep, finally in a proper bed after three long days. The thick blanket and the flickering light of the last embers in the hearth helped you to drift off to sleep. You made a mental note to write in your journal when you wake up, since you were exhausted and could barely keep your eyes open.

Hot. Burning. Loud crashing. Your eyes snapped open and you were finally aware of your surroundings. Your kingdom around you, burning to the ground, craters dotted the ground. You were surrounded by fire. You screamed out in pain and searched for a safe way out. Why was this happening? No. You knew the answer, you just had to remember. Right? Right! Dreams. You could solve things using your dreams, being thrown back into the middle of situations to see what went wrong. To look over missed details. The only downside was the fact that all your senses still worked. It was like time travelling but without all the paradoxical consequences. Essentially just to play detective.

You ran through the blaze, trying to find a safe path while also looking for clues. There was nothing but destruction, burnt remains, and the smell of burning wood. You finally made it to a clearing where the plaza in front of the castle was, and there in the distance between all the red flames and black smoke, there was a flash of color. It was fast, so you almost missed it, but it was there. Who was that? With that thought alone, you were sprinting in the same direction, not caring about the flames that would kiss your skin or the ember covered logs that would catch your legs. You needed this lead, no matter what kind of pain you went through.

You spent what felt like hours running around. Your legs felt like they were being torn apart, your skin was burning and blistered in a lot of spots, and it was getting too hard to breathe. There was no sign of the green that you saw earlier, so you gave into your body and fell to the brick walkway under you, the rough texture stinging your skin. You closed your eyes, breathing heavily, hoping you would wake up soon. Then you heard it. The sound of feet on the pavement ahead of where you laid. Your body hurt as you lifted your head, vision going fuzzy and dark as the person neared. Green.

#dream #dream x reader #dream smp #dsmp #mcyt #ranboo #philza #technoblade #wilbur soot #lore #angst #x reader #reader insert #OC #OOC #AU #roleplay #fanfiction #fanfic #dsmp fanfic #dreamXD #c!dream #dream lore #prison break

[yenafmd]

introducing: nam yena (again).

surprise bitches, i bet y’all thought you’d seen the last of me. but no, i have no shame or self restraint and have returned after barely one month after my dramatic leave, believe me, i’m tired of my own bullshit too. for everyone that is new and has not met met yet (good for y’all ngl) i’m jamie! i hail from gmt+2, go by she/her pronouns and am 22 years old and i’m your resident overly emotional pisces, as understated by... all of this. i had told myself i’d be out of famed a little while longer, aiming for like, early next year after my exams etc etc but then i said,,, sike,,, and came back now. so here we are. below the cut, i’ll leave a rundown of yena. not much has changed in a months time, she’s back in her wild party girl era but other than that, she’s the same old girl we all.... tolerate? as for now, you can find here BIOGRAPHY,  CONNECTIONS and PROFILE all up and running. if you wanna plot, do like this post, slide into my ims or hmu on d*sc*rd: winter gf goeun#5703 ! 

  triggers: emotionally abusive parenting, allusions to hypersexualisation, implied alcoholism

so basics first, nam yena, yenny, 26 year old, cis female, she/her

she’s the... everything of calypso

ok no she’s their maknae, lead vocal, lead dancer, lead rapper, i know it’s a lot bear w/ me

she grew up in incheon as the middle one out of 5 daughters (...and oh boy... can you tell... the middle child syndrome is REAL) in a very strict traditional household, dad was never home and always working, mom was micro-managing every aspect of their lives

yena kinda was always the odd one out, wasn’t particularly gifted academically, didn’t really pull off the soft nd prim nd proper thing her mother demanded of her

there was a lot of rivalry between the sisters, to be the best, to get whatever little attention their parents held over them as a price to be won, needless to say there wasn’t much support to be found there either

yena hit her teenage years and realized that obviously she wasn’t gonna find the attention and love she was looking for at home and that’s when she discovered External Validation and oh boy has she not been the same ever since

got street-scouted for dimensions for having a pretty face and then skipped school to attend the auditions she somehow bullshitted herself thru on absolutelty 0 training

parents were Big Mad when they found out lol but they were also kind of frustrated of dealing with their Bad Child so they just shipped her off to seoul so 1) it would be someone elses problem and 2) in the hopes that if it blew up in her face she’d finally realize they were like Right or whtvr

as a trainee yena was kind of shoved into everything, like dimensions’ silly lil guinea pig, she came in as a blank slate and while she didn’t turn out to be outstanding in Any field, she picked all of them up quite well so dimensions was like ok bet bestie 

didn’t debut w/ calypso initially cuz she was like too young and hadn’t trained enough yet

only sike she debuted half a year later anyway cuz calypso was kinda messy w all these members leaving and suddenly she was trained well enough ig???

(spoiler alert: she wasn’t, dimensions was just fumbling but whtvr)

kinda sucked in their early years ngl but made up for it w/ sheer enthusiasm cuz wow this was her dream even if their music kinda sucked or whtvr and she could hardly sing live without embarassing herself

but like stuff got better as she got more experience and she slowly grew into the bad bitch we all know and??? love ig???

calypso got sexier and yena shed the last of all the doctrination she had received at home only to tip to the entirely wrong end of the scale, suddenly she was a sexi party queen with a big mouth and a mild drinking problem

nam yena only works in extremes ok its either shy wallflower or absolutely insane i don’t make the rules

calypso hit like, their little relevancy peak in 2014 and after that she slowly got pushed into more solo work as well

if she alrdy did a fuckton of different things in calypso get ready for her solo work cuz dimensions was like, youre gonna do all the things, brand deals, acting, magazine shoots, variety

pretty privilege ig 

no but yena’s biggest skills as an idol mainly lay in how likeable she can appear on camera and how hot she is and dimensions heavily leaned into that

yena rlly loved all her lil side projects and esp rlly rlly fell in love with acting

still enjoyed being an idol too but after their like 5 seconds of fame w/ expectation and female president, calypso kinda fell off again and now, like, 7 years later, not much has looked up for them since

doesn’t like, actively want to disband but she is just, burned out ig? so she wouldn’t really mind it either? like switching to some acting label and going all in on that rather than just, having to tend to a pretty much dead music career

definitely favors her personal activities and ends up cutting corners on her efforts as a calypso member when she doesn’t have the headspace/energy to give all her responsibilities 100%

(dw, this whole dramatic arc will only last for three months on, when calypso has their chart reversal.... i will not be held responsible for the person yena will be... gosh she will be INSUFFERABLE)

uh tidbits on her personality:

yena is definitely like the problematic drunk aunt, offering her juniors cigarettes behind the dimensions building and teaching them how to avoid their managers and all that

very loud and very outspoken, the kind of big mouth that could get her in trouble if she wasn’t so good at hiding all of that on camera, in her personal life tho, she Will go off and she will throw hands bitch

definitely tips into like, jaded and wary territory at times when it comes to trusting ppl and their intentions but thats just a lot of family trauma and generally shitty experiences with mainly men as a highly sexualised idol

big everybody wants to date me nobody wants to love me energy, being highly desirable and praised for being pretty has kinda fucked w/ her head and her self-esteem, definitely leans into like vain and super-ficial territory at times because of it

notorious party girl, knows all the good places idols sneak off to to get fucked up, has shown up to work morbidly hungover multiple times but haha nothing problematic about any of that :))

bi queen but also seeking external validation queen and attachement issues queen, good luck to anyone who like l*ves her or whatever

again, kind of cuts corners as an idol from time to time, has had some subpar vocal moments, lazy dancing, obvious lipsyncing but nothing rlly big ever came from it cuz... ngl who cares rlly anyway?

fiercly protective friend though, will not stand for any bs on behalf of the people she cares ab, also enabling friend, if u tell her u killed someone she’ll be like 

material gworl, not all that ridiculously rich (tho her personal schedules definitely help in that aspect) but loves pretty shiny glittery things. very heavily into traditionally ‘femine’ things like make-up and fashion, again, tends to get a bit super-ficial but god damn it let her enjoy the things she likes and that make her feel good, they’re probably the least harmful of her hobbies

tends to jealous and competitive behaviors, very much rooted in her childhood

dang this all got v sad and shit but like haha at least she’s hot and she knows it!!! 

basically yena is a trainwreck but like a fun one with glittery eyeshadow and a nice ass so pls be her friend!!!

#✿ — ooc. #famedintro #emotionally abusive parenting tw #hypersexualisation tw #alcoholism tw #//im going to keep using her old blog just... ignore anything ic that comes before this post yeah? #//is it the most convenient? no but i dont have the heart to delete any of it #//nd im too lazy to make a new blog

[alirhi]

Loki ranting

Okay. I had this thought in my head of like just compiling links of all the Loki shit I've posted/reblogged so far so that when I get into a conversation about the show and how it fucking disgusted me, I can just be like "here. here's this masterlist post, go read all this shit. This is my entire argument, and not only mine, but a lot of stuff posted by people far more intelligent and level-headed and eloquent than I am, whom I happen to agree with." Because the alternative is constantly getting fired up all over again, and that is exhausting.

BUT! I'm stupid and don't know how tumblr works. Apparently I can't just be like "give me all the Loki-tagged shit I've got" I can only search all the Loki-tagged shit on all of tumblr. And I'm not scrolling back through all of my posts. I talk too fucking much for that shit 😂

So, I'll try to remember all of my grievances with how the MCU has treated Loki, and all of the excellent posts made by other, equally upset fans, and put it all together here under this nice, neat little cut for everyone else's sanity and scrolling convenience...

For people who actually read my shit fairly regularly - bless you, you crazy, patient people. I love you! - this is going to be a lot of repetition of shit you've already read. Probably at least twice. I'm passionate and I have a terrible memory lol. Sorry.

Anyway, first, for those who don't know me and haven't been following my explosions of rage for the past couple of months, some quick background: I do not read comic books, so Loki's Marvel comic canon means nothing to me. I know almost nothing about it. The reason I'm so in love with the character in the MCU is because I am an eclectic witch and the deity I've actively loved and worshiped the longest in my life (literally for as long as I can remember) is Loki. So when he was mentioned in The Mask, I squeed. When they named Matt Damon's character after him in Dogma, I cheered.

When Thor came out in 2011, I just about died from happiness. I was hungry for any representation of this underappreciated god, no matter what it was. I didn't even bitch about how underpowered he was, because at least he was there. But I'm getting slightly ahead of myself.

I can hear anyone reading this going "Why Loki? Isn't he, like, evil? Like basically the Norse version of The Devil?" Because I heard all this shit irl all the fucking time. And no. So let me give you a quick rundown of who Loki actually is.

Loki is a Trickster God. He's often referred to as the God of Mischief. He is not and never was evil, simply chaotic and hedonistic. Loki Laufeyjarson was the son of Laufey (that's mama; they changed her to a man for some reason in the movie) and Fárbauti. Right from the start, from his name, we get a sign of how Loki goes against traditional norms of the time, because in Norse culture, families were patrilineal, and surnames were "son/daughter of father" (which would have made him Loki Fárbautitason), not the mother. But Loki's surname is matrilineal. Feminist icon woo! lol

Though he's a Jotunn, Loki is counted among the Gods (Aesir) in Norse tradition. Depending on his mood, he is alternately helpful or disruptive to the other Gods. I'm not gonna sit and teach a whole text class on him lol but I'll use my favorite example of Misunderstood Loki - the conception of Sleipnir!

So, get this shit. This is also part of why I DO NOT follow Odin and never fucking will (a very small part, but still part of the reason). So, the other Norse Gods are petty motherfuckers, and they wanted some shit built but didn't want to pay the dude doing the building. So they were like "okay, if you can get it done in X amount of time, we'll pay you, but if you can't manage it NO MATTER WHAT, this whole thing is free." And they made sure he had NO help, nothing but him, his materials, and his Very Good Horsey. And this guy and his horse were fucking BAMFs. So it was looking like he was definitely gonna get it done in time, and Odin was like "nah, fuck that shit. I'm cheap." and so he sent Loki to distract the work horse. Loki transformed into a mare and lured the horse away, got fucked, got pregnant, gave birth to the 8-legged (for some reason) horse Sleipnir. Odin rides Loki's son into battle. Um. Kay.

So Loki helped Odin be a petty mf, and Odin got himself a new pet out of the deal.

Oh, also, because he's smart af and a shapeshifter and a master magician and genderfluid, Loki "fails" to fit the super fucking toxic and narrow Norse/Aesir view of "a real man". He prefers intelligence and manipulation to solve problems rather than violence, he's not afraid to behave like a clown if it gets shit done, and that grosses the Aesir out, so they constantly ridicule him for being "less than a man".

Loki is the God of the outcast and the misunderstood. The marginalized people from all walks of life. He is the God of the LGBT community. In modern terms, he's pansexual, polyamorous (married to Sigyn and they are deeply in love, but boy gets around and I've never seen any indication that Sigyn gives a shit) and genderfluid.

Okay. Focus, Ali. This is part of why I usually post multiple rants instead of one big long one XD The longer I ramble, the more I get sidetracked and forget the original point.

So. Loki's awesome, and being a Trickster, is powerful as all fucking hell. There's not much he can't do.

And now we come to Thor (the movie, not the deity). Loki's there! 24-year-old Ali is spazzing! All is right with the world!

Oh lord, they've actually done him justice?! Amazing! He's complex and nuanced and emotional, just like the real Loki! I loved this movie. Loved. It. The climactic thing with trying to blow up Jotunheim never really made much sense to me until someone made an excellent point the other day about Loki being raised in a racist society that was racist against his own race, he just didn't know it yet, poor child. Baby Thor was never corrected when he pledged to commit mass genocide, so Baby Loki probably absorbed the lesson then that Jotunns=evil and killing them all will win his father's love. Anyway, 2011 Loki was a beautiful, heartbreaking portrayal of the God I've loved all my life and spent 24 years longing to see depicted on the big screen.

Then The Avengers happened. And I saw another Loki very close to Norse mythology - mainly, how he's treated. In the beginning of the movie, he's sick, exhausted, and in pain. He can hardly stand, he stumbles and needs help when he walks. He was very obviously tortured, and the sickly blue light of the scepter's control is in his eyes. That gets less and less pronounced as the movie goes on, showing Loki working his way free of it, but in the beginning, he's a mess. Because he was tortured and used by Thanos. Marvel directly confirmed this, and that he was under the scepter's/Mind Stone's control. Loki's actions are not his own in The Avengers. He's under both threat and Thanos' direct control. The movie actually shows The Other directly threatening him to keep him on task, because this is not Loki's plan. It is not what he wants. He's being used and villainized... Just like in real life. It hurt to see this done to him, but the accuracy was too beautiful to ignore.

Thor: The Dark World comes out. I've heard people complain that this movie is the weak link in the Thor trilogy. I disagree. I think that's Ragnarok, for a bunch of reasons, but we'll get there. (And for the record, I loved Ragnarok, too. It was a funny movie. Infinity War and the Disney+ series are the only portrayals of Loki in the MCU that I truly fucking hated.) Anyway, good, fun movie. Had its faults, as all movies do, but it still followed Loki's real-life arc in a way. How? By having Loki dragged back to Asgard in chains and imprisoned underground. Again, not super happy that this happened to my love, and having to see it on screen was painful, but at least in the MCU he's not chained to a rock with venom dripping on his face for eternity, so there's that. (poor Sigyn. how tired do her arms get, holding up that bowl? best wife ever, amirite?)

In TDW, we're shown Loki's love for Frigga, who favored him and taught him magic as a child. We see his bravado; his attempts to mask his true feelings, especially grief. We see him slowly coming back to himself after the events of The Avengers, and slowly mending his relationship with his brother. He accepts that Odin will likely never love him, but Thor just might, because they were close when they were young. "I didn't do it for him." No, no my sweet, you did it for your brother, and a little out of guilt for what happened to your mother.

At the end, Loki fakes his death and escapes, taking the throne, and I have mixed feelings about this. Not the writer's choices here; I love that completely! A natural progression in Loki's story. But my joy is tainted by how closely they're following the Eddas now. Because Loki's escape from his prison heralds the beginning of Ragnarok. And Loki will die in Ragnarok. I don't want to see that play out in front of my face. I won't be able to handle the grief (spoiler alert! IW broke me. I almost walked out of the theater. Loki's death was legitimately fucking traumatic for me. I don't even care how pathetic that is. That grief was real, it was intense, and I still shake and cry when I think about it.)

Marvel announces that Thor 3 will be called Ragnarok. The internet treats this as a shocking revelation. I roll my eyes and mumble "duh" to myself and move on XD

Then they say Ragnarok will be a buddy comedy. I throw up a little in my mouth and no longer want to live on this planet. If they're going to make something called Ragnarok, could they at least treat it with even a fraction of the respect they've shown these characters thusfar? Jfc. I mean, I'll see it anyway, because I'm a whore for Tom Hiddleston lol. But come on, people!

I hated that they made Hel the long-lost older sister and Fenrir her fucking pet/attack dog. Those are my favorites of Loki's children! Hel is such an incredible badass that the early Christians named their dimension of eternal torture after her! They were terrified of her, to the point of naming the place that terrified them most after her. That's awesome! And Fenrir's just the best. I love wolves. Those two details, and Odin's retcon of "we're not Gods! ...lol, except your sister. she's totally a Goddess. and def gonna kill literally everything, so... good luck! byyyeeeee" pissed me off royally.

The rest was great. I genuinely liked this movie. Still do. And they finally used The Immigrant Song! That was pretty cool. If they'd thrown in Bring the Hammer Down and Thunderstruck, I might've called this movie perfect. XD

I wasn't totally in love with their portrayal of Loki in Ragnarok. Yes, the falling for 30 minutes line was funny, as was "I have to get off this planet" and "YES! That's how it feels!" And "Get Help" was funny as hell. But also, like... There is no way Loki would have been the dumb one in that first encounter with Hela. Also, he can teleport and project copies of himself and shit, so... He would not have been that desperate to go straight back to Asgard and bring her right along with them. Loki's not stupid. But whatever. Movie's gotta movie.

What I did love was seeing the slow mending of his relationship with Thor continuing, and the badass fighting on the bridge. I also loved that, like Real Loki, Movie Loki helped when help was needed, was quick and clever, and while he was carrying out the main plan, he was also planning ahead and grabbing the Tesseract. Yes, that drew Thanos right to them, but that's a whole other thing. Loki never would have left that thing on Asgard to be destroyed or lost.

And now Infinity War. Hooooly fucking shit. You know what? No. I'm not going into this. He was killed, years of character growth were erased forever, my heart fucking shattered. The end.

Endgame. IW hurt me so bad I didn't see Endgame until this year. I actually watched Civil War first (for context: I had actively avoided all Cap movies until this year because I fucking hate Steve Rogers. I find him insufferable. Did not realize what I was denying myself until I watched CW and finally saw the charms of Bucky. When he appeared in IW, I was so lost. XD I was like "...who dis? Murder Jesus?" also I just... didn't care. I was numb by then from crying through most of the movie over Loki)

So, anyway. Endgame. Loki picks up the Tesseract in alternate 2012, escapes, fans go "yay! he didn't actually die!" I go "yes he fucking did. Five years of his life, gone. Five years of growth and change, erased. Loki is dead. This will not be the same."

I was more right than I could have predicted. Now we come to the point of this rant. Sorry it took so long, but you were warned lol.

The Loki series makes me so angry I actually get sick to my stomach. It was fucking TRASH. When I praised Marvel for following Norse mythology so faithfully earlier? Yeah. I DID NOT MEAN TREAT HIM THE WAY THE OTHER GODS DID. I did not mean paint him as a pitiful clown, a joke, a caricature of who he truly was, with his pain and suffering played for LAUGHS.

This is supposed to be 2012 Loki, newly freed from Thanos' control. The Loki we saw in the beginning of TDW - snarky, exhausted, nihilistic. The Loki who rolled his eyes and said "get on with it" expecting to be killed.

The bumbling clown flipping on a dime from posturing to calling himself weak is not 2012 Loki. That is not ANY Loki. That is Tom Hiddleston in a black wig doing what he's told by a shitty writer who had no fucking idea what he was doing and was salty about his (bad) original script (for something totally fucking unrelated) getting killed.

In Episode 1, Loki is mocked, imprisoned, stripped against his will, tormented, belittled, and given a flippant summary of all the trauma Actual MCU Loki suffered that this one skipped out on, with no context, no acknowledgement of the trauma he's already lived quite fucking recently, and with the narrative twisted to not only erase all the abuse he's suffered, but to make it all his fault. And this is supposed to make him want to help these people?

And worse, IT FUCKING WORKS. WHAT?! I CAN'T- FUCKING WHAT?! Remember when I said LOKI IS NOT FUCKING STUPID?! So why is he STUPID?

Episode 2, he's a child. Mentally, this Loki is a fucking child. Now we've erased all the growth and development of his entire adult life. He's dopey, impatient, impulsive, desperate for a pat on the back and actually shows it. Yes, abused and neglected children crave the positive attention we never received, and we often grow up to be a bit emotionally stunted. But not all of us, and not Loki. Not as we've seen him EVER in the rest of the MCU. Playful and a bit callous at times? Absolutely! But not a big dumb fucking puppy.

Episode 3, a ray of hope, despite Sylvie! (I hate Sylvie) Loki casually admits he's pan/bi; labels never come up, but he admits to being with both men and women! He sings! Not really relevant to whether I approve of his portrayal or not lol but Tom has a beautiful voice, Norwegian ("Asgardian" lol) is a gorgeous, entrancing language, and I could watch that one bit on loop for eternity and never get bored. And then, finally, we see a glimpse - a glimpse - of Loki's power! He stops a falling building and pushes it right back up! Are we finally getting to see what he can really do? Will the next episode bring us Loki in all his glory?

Nope. 4 and 5 we see him mocked and pushed around and utterly irrelevant. Again. We see tiny reflections of what he could maybe theoretically do in other random Loki variants, but the "main" (lawl. main. it was the Sylvie and Mobius show. Loki was never the main anything.) Loki? Nothing. He wears his heart on his sleeve for no reason, bonds with the man who imprisoned, taunted, and gaslit him, is killed, and continues to be a moron and a joke. Always the clown. Always the dumb one. The one with the bad ideas. The inferior Loki.

Don't even get me started on that finale. I can't. This already took so much out of me. Fuck Marvel. Fuck this fucking show. I just... I'm done.

#loki #loki spoilers #loki series #loki negativity #loki hate #thor 2011 #the dark world #ragnarok #the avengers #infinity war #endgame #fuck sylvie #fuck marvel #fuck disney #this show sucked #ragepost #rant #long post #ali is angry

[boognish-worshipper]

Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz

#gta v #grand theft auto v #michael de santa #trevor philips #young trikey #franklin clinton #lamar davis #lester crest #amanda de santa #steve haines #midnight city au

[thweaty]

tomdaya tea ☕️

ok i have to submit this because it’s just TEW much to explain otherwise. like i said i stan them both so i been here for it all and know ALL the tea. i’ll give you the rundown of their relationship and then the drama that went down when she was dating jacob. there’s a whole tumblr timeline spanning years you can google if you’re interested in seeing it in detail but i’ll give you the basics. this is going to be a literal dissertation sorry in advance but i feel responsible for letting the general public know about the tomdaya agenda since i know so much

so they started dating in like aug/sept 2016 right after they finished filming homecoming. he went to canada right after to film another movie and during the course of filming she went to visit him and he flew to la to visit her, this is when people started getting sus. when he finished filming this movie he made an ig story about how he was going home to london to be with his family and spend the holidays with them, except he lied because he flew to la to see z and spend thanksgiving with her and her family lmao (he actually spent thanksgiving with her family 3 years in a row 2016-2018….more on that later tho 👀) her cousin exposed them when he posted a video on thanksgiving at her house and you could see her and tom cuddling on the couch. so everyone was like they’re 100% dating. like i said he was always flying to see her, he was going to workout classes with her mom and shit, he always stayed at her house in la (there’s multiple sets of photos of him outside her house with luggage). another thing that convinced people was sometime in early 2017 she made a whole snapchat story about how she was super sick and overworked and then after that accidentally posted a snap to her story that said “your sick girlfriend really loves you”. she deleted it quickly because it was obviously an accident and wasn’t meant to be public but people got screenshots. tom was also in nyc visiting z when she was filming the greatest showman and told a fan he met that he was in town visiting his girlfriend because he dumb. 

so at this point we KNOW they’re dating. zendaya is notorious for being extremely private with relationships, the guy she dated before tom she was with for 4 years and called him her best friend all along. she didn’t admit they actually had dated until after they broke up bc he cheated on her. so her being so private with tom and hiding it was expected. all this same shit goes on for the next nearly three years, they’re doing long distance but he flies to see her at least once a month sometimes more, they spend time with each others families, visit each other on set, etc. 

so this is where it gets interesting. tom is photographed on the euphoria set during a night shoot in like early may 2019. this is apparently right around the time they break up. tom’s best friend tuwaine was dating this girl audrey and when they broke up she started spilling tea on tomdaya (tom unfollowed her after this so it was def true). she said they broke up in may because they were fighting more due to long distance AND tom was tired of being so private, he didn’t want to be public but was over being so secretive and wanted to be a little more lax but she wasn’t comfortable with that. they decided to stay friends. the far from home press tour was in june and they were clearly still super close friends, nobody could even tell they were broken up cause they were so chummy (looking back now it’s more obvious cause tom was saying shit about his love life being a disappointment and stuff). they go their separate ways after the premiere but stay friends and continue to interact on social media, even months after the breakup tom met a girl at a con dressed like mj and asked if he could take a photo with her to send to zendaya so they were def still talking and stuff

fast forward to feb 2020. z is dating jacob and they’re being papped like every single day in nyc. pictures come out of them kissing out in the open in nyc. as a fan of z this was VERY weird to me because she’s always so private, but i was like maybe she’s trying something new because being so private caused the downfall with tom. BUT then she started DMing her fan accounts on twitter and ig asking them to take the kissing photos down (so idk what happened, she had to knew they were being papped but maybe she had second thoughts and regretted it)…. her fan accounts do delete the photos, but it’s too late. everyone has already seen them including tom, who is in the middle of a self-proclaimed instagram break. the day after the kissing photos came out, he goes back on ig and unfollowed two of z’s best friends, one being her assistant and basically brother darnell who tom was also good friends with. he posts a photo on his story of him drinking and puts emojis over his eyes and said something like “back for a minute, now i’m gone again.” he was going through it lmao so he literally went onto ig to be petty and unfollow people close to z because he was mad she was kissing her bf of a few months in public when they were together for nearly three years. and obviously he couldn’t unfollow her so he did the next best thing, and fans obviously took notice. a week later he followed darnell back cause i guess he realized how bad it looked but the damage was already done. tom and z from then on do not interact or acknowledge each other for the next SIX MONTHS. idk if they fought or if she was mad he unfollowed darnell or what. but it was MESSY. 

a month later tom starts dating this girl nadia, she moves into his house a few weeks into dating for quarantine. they date throughout those lockdown months. z breaks up with jacob sometime in june. she gets nominated for the emmy at the end of july, and days after she gets nominated her and tom start liking all of each others photos again. the assumption is he reached out to congratulate her and they made up. a few days after they start interacting again, tom posts a photo of his girlfriend on ig, and z likes it. tom and nadia break up like a week later 💀 he was filming uncharted in berlin at this point, him and z continue to interact, he finishes uncharted and flies right to atlanta to start filming spider-man. they’re still in atlanta now and we know they hang out all the time, but a lot of people think they’re back together because they’ve done some very 👀 things. her mom came to atlanta for thanksgiving and you guessed it… tom spent it with them (which we only know cause the celeb chef who cooked for them posted on his story that he made thanksgiving dinner for zendaya and tom holland. he then deleted and deactivated cause he realized he fucked up lmao). they started interacting with each other’s families and friends again. hunter (jules from euphoria) who is z’s best friend drove to atlanta to see her and her and tom followed each other. tom is very selective of who he follows and doesn’t even follow a lot of his costars so people were shook by this, especially because him and hunter met multiple times before but never followed each other. i have no idea if they’re back together, at the very least they’re good friends again, but i wouldn’t be surprised at all if they were. we’ll see what happens when they finish filming 👀👀👀 lmk your thoughts, questions, concerns etc. 

bitch my fave part was zendaya liking that pic and tom and his gf breaking up a week later 😭😭

#my GOD #submission #i kno this is a controversial topic but i love the drama SKNDF #thank u anon >:)

[idk-my-aesthetic]

Ok the whole thing w/ clogging up ao3 tags is stupid for multiple reasons, like how it fucks with screen readers for one, but the MAJOR issue is that having too many tags isn’t actually a problem w/ ao3

Like seriously guys? There is a lot to criticize. And I say this as someone who heavily relied on fandom spaces to get me through some really really hard times and still loves ao3. I can say I love what it does for fandom while also acknowledging there’s some seriously fucked up shit going on both behind the scenes and with ppl who use the site. It’s literally like saying “I love tumblr but I acknowledge there are literal nazis on here and as a Jew/human with a working brain I hate them and that they’ve been here so long”

Like. I get u think ur sticking it to the man or whatever. And idk I partially agree bc. There’s so much nasty shit and some technically illegal shit that I don’t want to even mention! But ur not even wasting the moderators time or anything ur just being obnoxious and then everyone starts discoursing on tumblr and I’m legitimately tired of it. I don’t wanna see ppl defending gross stuff and I’m tired of talking about the ppl who do defend gross stuff bc I don’t wanna remember that they exist bc I have shit to do irl and not enough space in my brain for them

So. Idk ima propose at least a temporary solution before I have to hear one more argument for or against censorship bc y’all seriously don’t understand how to have a nuanced conversation

How about instead of asking AO3 to take down gross fics (which may or may not be morally correct but will 100% reopen a very over done conversation) instead we ask for some specific plausible things

1) when you use ao3 explicit and unrated fics are automatically filtered out. They do this on ff.net. Yes it may be like 2 extra clicks for ppl who wanna read explicit stuff but ppl who don’t are going to do that anyway, and it protects the people who don’t know to do that and don’t want to read graphic tags. Most importantly it requires consent to browse explicit fics. Yeah you need to give consent to read explicit stuff, but you can look through the incredibly graphic tags/summaries without consenting to anything. It’s literally the default. Which is both upsetting to ppl who don’t wanna see that and also maybe a bit of a legal loophole they should close up

2) a “suggest tags” feature. This would be moderated by authors not ao3 staff. Basically ppl can like..... idk entire a series of tags and you can choose if you want to add them or not. The person submitting them has an option to be anonymous or not. Obviously the author doesn’t have to add every random tag and it might be annoying but it would help with making sure triggers got tagged. It would be helpful if it didn’t let you suggest tags that were already suggested/on the fic but I’m not too picky. Like I said the point of this is to make sure ppl can block stuff properly, and it honestly might also help authors with visibility bc like. Obviously you know the tags you use but you don’t know what tags other ppl look for. Again maybe it may be obnoxious with ppl having a lot of tags but people already have a lot of tags

3) a dispute rating button. Now before someone bitches at me that the ao3 moderators don’t have time to go through disputes- I know I already took that into consideration. Basically the idea is when you dispute the rating the site will ask you what rating you think it should be and anonymously log it. So if someone rated something M but you think it should be an E the site will log that and send a message to the author. The author has a choice if they actually want to listen to ppl and change the rating or not. They don’t actually have to listen to the ppl disputing the rating. Unless they get a certain amount of disputes. I was thinking maybe like 50 or so?* So if 50 ppl say “hey this really needs to have a different rating” then and only then would the moderators take a look at the fic. And the moderators would then figure out what the rating should be.

(*idk if 50 is the right #. I was thinking it should maybe work on like a percentage of your hits in the fic?)

3.5) have a sexual content marker. This is marked as 3.5 bc i feel like this idea if implemented would be misused. But yeah in theory you could just have a sexual content marker that could be clicked by the OP and then automatically filtered. Again you could use the system from #3 but again I feel like ppl would missuse it.

Anyway yeah. I wanted to give some viable solutions ppl on both sides might actually agree with. Like I get not wanting to make concessions with gross ppl, but it’s a lot faster so I’m ok with doing it for now while the rest of y’all continue to debate or w/e

Final note- please for the love of g-d learn how ratings work. Ask someone else’s opinion if you have too. I have seen so many explicit fics marked as mature or teen it’s a legitimate problem. I’ll give a quick rundown of what each rating means but pls guys

General- g- basically go by what you’d see in a Disney cartoon

Teen- pg/pg 13 - there are swears there’s violence, sex may be mentioned, you might call someone sexy or smthn idc, but no one is shown having sex or or discussing/thinking about it in detail

Mature- R - injuries/gore may be described with more detail. Uhh there could be some heavy making out and the characters might talk about sex or feeling sexually attracted to someone. But actual sex is not shown!! If you have to mention or refer to someone’s genetalia in any sexual way you should probably move it up to an E. Even if ur characters are fully clothed the entire time. Also If you’re talking about kinks outside of a quick joke or reference you should probably move it up to an E.

Explicit- NC 17- sexually explicit content. (You can put non-sexual violent stuff under here but most ppl leave it under mature)

TLDR/oversimplification(for the ratings) -

General: nothing sexual

Teen: implied sex

Mature: refrenced sex

Explicit: shown sex

General tldr:

Some criticisms of Ao3 are valid and needed, and some are just stupid and infuriating (specifically talking about the tag thing stop it’s annoying and ableist). There is constant arguments and drama surrounding those criticisms, and I decided to offer some solutions that actually have a chance at getting implemented, even if I would prefer a different option.

#ao3 #ao3 drama #ao3 tags #I’m really swinging a bat at a bees nest huh #shipping discourse #ao3 discourse #I don’t want anyone to come yell at me for either defending OR demonizing ao3 #please understand that I can have a nuanced opinion where I both love and greatly dislike it at the same time #also I’m tagging this with shipping discourse and shit but pls don’t bug me about that #literally all I have to say on it is a) don’t harass ppl b) don’t do gross shit c) if someone likes something harmless don’t be a d*ck #and d) u are not immune to criticism #if you get called out for being racist or gross you don’t get a get out of jail free card just bc we’re online #if you hand sew a nazi flag ppl are allowed to get mad even if it’s ur hobby #if you harass someone by mail your going to jail #don’t do shit online you wouldn’t do irl and expect 0 consequences #this is several bees nests and I am a coward so I’m posting this and immediately going to bed

[thepunkbug]

Okay, so there’s a lot going on right now to do with Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco, and I figured I’d give my take on it.

Before I start, I should say I got most of my information from other people on social media - YouTube, Twitter, Tik Tok, and I read some articles. Because of where I got most of my information, I won’t be able to link anything, so I implore you to do your own research as well. That being said, here’s a brief rundown of what happened, with my opinion at the end.

First and foremost, Brendon has been called out for being racist. There’s a Vine of him mouthing along to the n-word, and while he didn’t outright say it, he did still mouth along to it. Being white, he had no business doing that, and he should’ve censored the word out entirely, but he didn’t. He’s since apologized and been a supporter of BLM, even going onto Twitch when George Floyd was killed, and making a post on his Instagram about how white privilege affects him, all of which can be found on YouTube or Instagram.

Secondly, he was accused of being transphobic. Most of you are probably confused because he is pansexual himself, and he wrote a song about bisexuality, and he can be found decked out in pride flags at concerts. However, there is a video of him at an interview saying the transphobic slur, and since he’s cisgender, he has no right using that word. From what I know, he was explaining his sexuality when someone asked him about it, and he quoted what someone had said to him, which included the transphobic slur. He’s since apologized on Periscope (I’m not sure if there’s a YouTube video of that or not), and as we all know, he’s been a huge advocate for LGBTQ+ rights ever since.

There’s also a video of Brendon joking about raping fans at a concert. You can find this on YouTube, where he says something along the lines of “If I see you after the show, I’m gonna fuck you. I don’t care if you want it - I care more if you don’t!” If the video isn’t edited shorter, you can also hear Dallon Weekes say “And I’m gonna watch,” though no one ever mentions that. This isn’t me trying to get Dallon cancelled. Quite frankly, I don’t like cancel culture and I think people are way too trigger happy to destroy someone’s career. My only reason for interjecting this is if you’re gonna get mad at Brendon for making that joke, then get mad at Dallon for adding onto it, too.

More recently, he’s been accused of sexually assaulting a fan. Someone on Twitter by the name of Kam retold a story of being a minor when he met Brendon, and Brendon was kissing and touching him inappropriately despite knowing he was a minor. There were also other accounts saying similar things happened to them. However, from what I know, the whole Kam thing was actually a Wattpad self-insert fanfiction that someone stole the plot of, and the multiple different accounts were actually one person, and they were lying, so there’s absolutely no evidence of Brendon sexually assaulting a minor or behaving inappropriately in that way whatsoever.

Lots of people also get upset with the Zack Hall thing. Zack Hall was Brendon’s bodyguard for a long time, and Breezy Weekes recently came out and said that Zack Hall basically sexually harassed her the entire time Dallon was in Panic!. Other people came out and said they had similar encounters with Zack Hall, and he’s now fired from Panic!. Similarly, when Kenny Harris was accused of sexually harassing/assaulting minors, he was also fired. People are upset because Brendon is remaining friends with Zack Hall, though I really don’t think that’s any of our business. As far as I see it, they’ve been close friends for years, and it’s hard to just drop that, even if they do something you disagree with. Also, Zack was fired, which is what people wanted. I think it’s dumb to hold Brendon to a friend’s actions, especially when he already fired him and removed him from fans, like everyone was asking him to do.

Also (and I’m not as well informed with this as other topics), there’s an interview somewhere of Ryan Ross being uncomfortable with Brendon’s stage gay. I’m not sure how many times they had that conversation or how often Ryan asked Brendon to not touch him or do the stage gay routine with him, or how many times Brendon disregarded that once they were onstage. Brendon should’ve respected Ryan’s wishes and not touched him the first time he was asked, but again, I don’t know the specifics here, so this is all I can comment on here.

[Edit: I had someone reach out to me in regards to the above information, and I decided to keep everything I originally wrote as context. According to them, there isn’t an interview of Ryan saying he’s uncomfortable with the stage gay, and it was all in fact scripted between the two of them. It sounds like people basically made up Ryan being uncomfortable with the act, in which case, these accusations also appear to be entirely false.] 

As we all know, Brendon struggled with drug and alcohol addiction, which literally impairs judgment and makes you do things you normally wouldn’t do. This includes saying things you shouldn’t (making rape jokes to a supposedly 18+ audience while likely drunk, high, or both) and doing things you shouldn’t (the stage gay routine). I’d also like to point out that a lot of the stuff he said at shows was probably to entertain, particularly the stage gay stuff, and there’s no way in hell you can convince me the audience didn’t eat that shit up. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did those things to get a reaction, and you know he fucking got one, so while I disapprove of him making Ryan uncomfortable, I also understand the audience there, expecting it, probably didn’t help either.

I think that’s everything. As you can see, it’s a lot of stuff, but I don’t think any of it is as bad as people say. Mouthing the n-word once doesn’t make a person racist. Saying a transphobic slur once doesn’t make a person transphobic. He especially isn’t either of these things when you take into account how he’s since apologized and shown incredible support for BLM and the LGBTQ+ community, which I think says a lot about him as a person.

This is going off track a little bit, but I think it’ll make a point. My dad grew up in the seventies, in a time where homophobia was rampant and racism was common. My dad grew up homophobic and racist, and he used homophobic slurs all the time as a teenager and a young adult. To this day, my dad has prejudiced views about race and sexuality, but he’s obviously changed his opinion since then, with education and understanding. He never apologized for the things he said back then, mostly because he isn’t famous and no one has called him out for it.

The point is, if people held my dad responsible for things he said in high school and college, when he was the most ignorant, the most sheltered, the least exposed to other people and cultures, then he’d be labeled racist and homophobic now (which he technically is, simply by virtue of being white and straight, but that’s a conversation for another time). We need to give people room to grow, give them resources to educate themselves and combat their ignorance. Brendon Urie has DONE that, multiple times! He’s never been accused of racism aside from mouthing the n-word in a Vine, which, should I remind you how old Vine is? He’s never been accused of being transphobic aside from that one time he used a slur, when he wasn’t even using his own words.

I’m not trying to excuse what he’s done. Using those slurs, making Ryan uncomfortable [edit: probably not true], joking about rape, none of those things are okay, and that’s pretty damn obvious to everyone, I think. However, it’s also evident he’s changed since then. As far as I know, he’s never used a slur since then. He’s an advocate for BLM and the LGBTQ+ community. He’s struggled with addiction, which isn’t easy for anyone, and he’s been able to grow and become a better person since then. I absolutely agree with holding him accountable for what he said and did, especially the things we don’t agree with. He’s a public figure, and he has to be aware of what he says and how his actions have consequences. That’s just how it works when you’re in the public eye.

Do I think Brendon Urie deserves to be cancelled? Absolutely not. He’s human, and all humans change. I’m not the same person I was ten years ago, and ten years from now, I’ll be someone else entirely. If someone held me responsible for every mistake I ever made and completely disregarded my progress and personal growth, I’d look like a horrible person. Why aren’t we keeping that energy for Brendon? Hold him accountable. Keep him responsible for what he did. And allow him to improve. Allow him to educate himself. Allow him to better himself. Allow him to be fucking human, for fuck’s sake.

So, there’s my take. I’m still a Panic! At The Disco fan, and I’m still a huge fan of Brendon Urie himself. Unless he regresses completely and becomes Kanye West or some shit, I will continue to support him. He’s not even as problematic as some other people’s faves, so I’m not even gonna feel bad for continuing to support him. I’m acknowledging his shortcomings and recognizing his progress, because I understand that this isn’t black and white or two dimensional.

If his actions aren’t exuseable for you, then that’s fine. If you can’t be a fan of him of Panic! anymore, then that’s your decision. For me personally, I think his growth says a lot about his character, and I’m gonna continue to stick it out with him. You don’t have to like him, but quit being so close-minded about the good he’s done in all of this. It makes you look excited to destroy a person’s career, and quite frankly, I’m tired of trigger-happy, cancel culture junkies. Take it elsewhere.

#brendon urie #panic! at the disco #brendon urie allegations #rape tw #drugs tw #addiction tw #alcohol tw #racism tw #transphobia tw #homophobia tw #slurs tw #cancel culture #thepunkbug

[s1utspeare]

Get To Know Me!

@foxofninetales tagged me in this ask game and since I LOVE HER i will now be doing it (i mean i’d do it anyway but now it will be filled with love for FOX i am not accepting CRITICISM ON THIS POINT)

Part I

name: Brigid! I’m named after the Irish goddess of like, poetry, healing, smithcraft, and protection, or the Irish saint (they’re both pretty similar it’s just whether or not you’re talking about Celtic religion or Catholicism). She’s very cool, and I think it’s a very fitting name for who I turned out to be!

pronouns: she/her

star sign: i’m an insufferable theatre kid of course I’m a Leo

height: 5'8″ babeeeyyy (172 cm). I’m not short like, at all, but all of my family members are over six foot, so I’m like. tiny in comparison. they all make fun of me all the time for it :(

time: 8:49pm! A delightful time of evening!!! 

birthday: July 31st, same day as Harry Potter lol.

nationality: american :P

fave bands/groups/solo artists: hnnnngggghhhh why would u ask me this I don’t KNOW jk i just have a lot uhhhhh all time faves would be Bastille and Mumford and Sons, but I’m SUPER into kpop right now, so my top groups are BTS, Stray Kids, and One OK Rock (who are technically jpop but I really like their stuff). I also am a Broadway BITCH (hello, theatre kid) so before this year all of my Spotify library was basically just show tunes. 

song stuck in your head: Get Away by VeriVery. I think they’re a pretty new group? idk i saw them on one of those tumblr promotional things and checked out the music video which is like??? really interesting conceptually? so I’ve just been listening to the song for a while lol. 

last movie you watched: Train to Busan! I’m gearing up to write a dmbj zombie apocalypse AU and so I was like “this is a popular zombie film! I’ll watch it for inspiration! :)” holy shit. holy shit i was so wrong. It’s one of the most viscerally affecting films I think I’ve ever seen, I was like. On the verge of an anxiety attack the entire time but in like the best possible way?? it’s a mastery of character introduction and action/horror and I cried for like the last ten minutes straight. SO affecting. I do NOT RECOMMEND IT if u are already made anxious by zombie apocalypse scenarios, blood, violence, and a Lot of Death. 

last show you binged: hmmm uh like I’m currently watching Mystic Nine but at like a normal pace, so the last show I probably binge watched was maybeeee The Uncanny Counter on Netflix? HIGHLY recommend that one, I made @cross-d-a watch it and I’m living for her liveblog reactions lmao. Idk most of my free time has been spent writing the past few months which. After months of only having the energy to watch shows is kind of really invigorating? the things u can do when u fix ur health I’ll tell you what

when you created your blog: in 2012 asldighalsdkfjladskjga i came on here to like burdge’s pjo fanart :)

the last thing you googled: "is it bad not to have an air cap on your tire” ALSDIGHALKDFJLADFJA FUCK ME (i learned that it’s not necessarily bad but it can get dirt and stuff built up in there so I went to the store after work today and replaced it)

other blogs: everything is here bc i am too lazy to create a sideblog! so sorry to everyone who does not follow me for cdrama content bc this is all I am now. 

why i chose my url: cause it’s my ao3 username and i wanted people to be able to find me more easily on tumblr! :) the long answer is because i love shakespeare and also i think that slut is a really funny word and concept for me especially because i am one of the most sexless people u will ever meet in ur life so slutspeare is like. an aggressively ace joke that only I think is funny. 

how many people are you following: 588

how many followers do you have: ah just over 200?!??!!? which is like. a lot for me. I think it was like 75 up until like last year omg 

average hours of sleep: my sleep app says I average around eight! which is very good for me! I do have to get enough sleep consistently or I will Have A Bad Time so my sleep schedule is pretty good and luckily I don’t have the Insomnia depression I have the Sleep Lots one which I am glad for bc idk what I’d do if I couldn’t Be Unconscious regularly. Die probably. 

lucky numbers: I don’t think I have lucky numbers?? my favorite number is 21 for no reason other than the vibes alone. 

instruments: i’ve played the piano for uhhhh.... eighteen years now? and I can play the ukulele and am surprisingly good with the recorder since I’ve had to play it in Multiple Theatre Performances. I was also an honor choir singer back in high school so I’ve done a lot of select ensemble stuff which was super fun! 

what i'm currently wearing: a Life Is Good long-sleeved t-shirt that says “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” that I got in a military surplus store like a million years ago and red Adidas athletic shorts that I found at the thrift store a couple weeks back

dream job: playwright! I just wanna be a playwright! playwriting is like drugs i literally go nuts for it

dream trip: I don’t know??? I don’t really like traveling tbh aslidhalkfdj umm I do want to see the grand canyon sometime before I die tho so maybe a road trip down there? I definitely like traveling solo so I’d probably just hang out with myself and drive and go to whatever places I want and see dumb tourist attractions and sing loudly in the car

fave food: CURRY i know i said eggs the last time it asked me this but I miss my local Indian restaurant I want to eat literal Platefuls of tikka masala at 12pm at the Indian buffet after my physics class again :(

top three fictional universe you'd like to live in: hmmm i don’t know, actually! probably one where I have Powers and could do Cool Hand Motions and make Lights Appear. If I were anywhere with like. An Actual World-Dooming problem tho I would not be helpful at all. I would just die. Besides, I already live in fictional universes half the time, I’m a writer! 

Part II

last song: Basquiat by Pentagon! The music video is like. Very whumpy. So if you’re into that... the song’s also a bop

last stream: i don't watch streams very often, I just watch clips from them, cause those usually just give the best parts lol 

currently reading: mmmmmbbbaaaaahhhhh literally nothing? I’m trying to get caught up on the backlog of dmbj fic I haven’t gotten around to so Binding by @vishcount is next on that list! oh I guess I’m also reading Johnny Tremain with my kids (one of them SPOILED THE END and I forgot how it ended and now I’m big sad). 

currently watching: Mystic Niiiiinnnneeeeee! love those gay history bitches. everyone in that show is so funny. I just finished the Fuba Side Plot tho and now we’re back to Politics so i’m like >:( someone give zhang baby rishan a hug (and then i write angst about him what is wrong with me)

what is antipoetry to you: antipoetry??? what the heck is antipoetry hold on... uhhhh that’s just poetry. who came up with this term. i guess like lyrical fiction would be the technical correct definition but idk I consider anything to be poetry! like that’s the whole point! poetry is poetry is poetry as long as it’s focused on intensity and emotions it’s poetry! a haiku? poetry. the random one-lined mess of words on my phone? poetry. a literal drawing of a cardinal with the word “bird” written next to it? poetry. idk I’ve been trying to teach my kids that there are no wrong ways to write creatively; if you’re expressing yourself and making emotions, then you’re writing! also like half of my work could be considered antipoetry lmao. I love emotionally supercharging the mundane.

currently craving: i have noooo ideaaaasssss i’m literally just vibing. uh. water? ok i took care of that one my water bottle was right next to me. 

AH IF YOU READ THIS MUCH THANK YOU???? i love u 

uhhhh no pressure tags for @xia-xueyi, @nope4ever, @bookjoyworm, @elletromil, and @gaiahenshin, as well as anyone else who would like to give the full-rundown on themselves! :D

#ask tag #about me #Brigid's Fox #asldighalsdkfj i thought cross' tag was very funny so i've decided that's my foxofninetales tag from now on #because i love her

[kaweeella]

To Be The Best Me

Chapter 3- Drats I Forgot To Name The Chapter

Gotta catch em allllllll pokemon

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“Alright, neither of them have a lot of experience, Masumi doesn’t have a pokemon, just go over the basics with them. Also, don’t let Matsukawa cook.”

“Okay.”

Izumi gives Tsuzuru the rundown before she leaves. She only packed a few things, she isn’t going to be gone long.

“Bye, Ms. Tachibana!” Sakuya waves.

“Please take me with you.”

“I only have one ticket, sorry. I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

She leaves. Her flight and time at home are pretty mundane. Nothing much happens. 

After she lands, Izumi goes back to the dorm building. When she gets in the dorm, she sees Tsuzuru writing something. Hashiru sits by his side.

“Oh, Izumi. I was working on some lessons for tomorrow. Glad to see you back, though. If you’ll excuse me,” He gets up and falls unconscious.

“Tsuzuru!” Izumi rushes over to him.

Hashiru picks him up and carries him to his room. She looks over the papers. “Jeez, how much did he write?” Potions, status affects, special care, gyms, leagues, there are several different worksheets on the topics. “How did he…? It’s only been a few days!”

“Did he finally go to bed?” Sakuya peaks in. “He’s been working nonstop. I was worried.”

Izumi stares at the papers. Had he really not slept the entire time?

She doesn’t have time to think about that, as she’s grabbed and hugged by Masumi.

“You’re back.”

“I told you it wouldn’t take long.” She pats his head.

“It was still too long.”

“So, how have things been?”

“Pretty good!” Sakuya says with a bright smile. “Mr. Minagi is a very good teacher.”

“Yeah, from the looks of it he had a lot on the lesson plan.”

“I didn’t like it. It wasn’t you.”

“Masumi, I think we’re going to have to talk about personal boundaries.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean this is incredibly weird and pretty uncomfortable.”

“Oh…” He scoots away from her a little. “Sorry.”

She looks over the worksheets. They got pretty high marks on them.

“You guys have been doing good! I’m very proud.”

They both look so happy to hear that.

“So, Masumi, our next lesson will be catching your first pokemon. That is, if you haven’t already.”

“No, I was waiting to do it with you.”

“Boundaries.”

She keeps looking back at the papers. She’s surprised he was lucid enough to read, let alone write and grade these things.

“Right, how about we try tomorrow?”

“Alright.”

The next day, Izumi takes Masumi out to a wild area. They make their way through the forest, the breeze and shade of the trees making it a little cold.

“So,” Izumi tosses him a pokeball. “When catching a pokemon, you weaken it. It can be caught without weakening it, but it makes it easier.”

They continue walking until they see something wandering between the trees.

“Bud dew dew!” A budew.

Masumi throws the ball immediately. It shakes, shakes, then stops. They hear a small click.

“Good job, Masumi!”

He picks it up and turns it over in his hands. “Thank you.”

“Let’s head back and show everyone else.”

“Okay.”

They make their way back out of the forest, Izumi holding Masumi’s hand so they don’t get separated.

“So how was it?” Izumi asks as they get back to the main road.

“It was fun.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Soon the two arrive back at the school.

“Hey Tsuzuru. Sakuya.” She greets as they enter the classroom.

“Hey, how was the lesson?”

“I’d say it went pretty well.” Izumi says. “Wanna show them what you caught?”

Masumi opens the ball and out comes the budew.

“Wew bew!”

“He’s so cute!” Sakuya says.

“Good job, Masumi.”

“So we should tell you how to take care of this thing. Grass types need sun to grow properly. And water. And-” She realizes she needs to get groceries soon.

Tsuzuru rests his face in his hand and closes his eyes.

“What is it, Mr. Minagi?”

“I feel like there’s something about budew that I’m forgetting.”

Masumi recalls budew and the four of them head back to the dorm.

“I’m gonna go get groceries. I’ll be right back.”

“Right. I’ll look after them while you’re gone.”

Izumi heads out. The three of them watch tv for a few minutes.

“Do you guys wanna play a board game or-” Sakuya’s suggestion of impromptu family time is interrupted when…

“Ahh!” They hear someone screaming outside.

“I’m going to check it out. You two don’t go outside.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

Tsuzuru rushes out to see someone being chased by a grumpig. He quickly jumps between the man and it and calls out Hashiru.

“Look at that thing...” Sakuya mutters as he and Masumi watch what’s happening through the window.

“Do you think he’ll be able to handle it?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Harishu use dual chop!”

Harishu lunges forward and cracks down on it twice. The grumpig stumbles back before readjusting. It stands up, the orbs start glowing, and it begins…

“What’s it doing?” Masumi asks.

“Looks like a dance.”

“Weirdest dance I’ve ever seen.”

“Damnit.” Tsuzuru mutters.

The kids watch as the two men’s limbs tense up and then go limp.

“What are they doing?”

“Nothing good. We should help them!”

“How are we gonna do that? We have two pokemon between us and no experience.”

“We have to do something!” 

Sakuya runs outside while Masumi grabs the phone and starts dialing.

“Hey!” He calls. The grumpig stops and looks at him. “Leave them alone!”

“S-Sakuya? I told you to stay inside!” Tsuzuru says when he snaps out of his trance.

“Always a big brother, huh Tsuzuroon?”

“What?” He looks at the man behind him. “Miyoshi?! How did you get yourself into this?”

“I didn’t do anything!”

The grumpig headbutts Tsuzuru in the ribs.

“Fuck.” He mutters under his breath. He recalls Hashiru, grabs Kazunari and Sakuya and runs back inside. The grumpig bags on the door for a few seconds, before giving up and wandering away.

“Bad job.” Masumi says.

“Fightings weak to psychic. What do you want from me?” Tsuzuru turns to Kazunari. “And what exactly happened?”

“I guess it was just in a bad mood. Wish I brought my pokemon with me.” He rubs his neck and chuckles nervously.

“Wait, Mr. Minagi do you know him?”

“I’m Kazunari Miyoshi!” He turns to Tsuzuru. “So, Mr. Minagi. What’s that about?”

“He’s my teacher!”

“I didn’t know you were a teacher.”

“I’m not. The head teacher just needed a sub.” He suspects that she’s not a teacher either, but he keeps that to himself.

“It’s good to meet you, Mr. Miyoshi!”

There’s a knock at the door. When Tsuzuru answers they see a man with dark skin, blue eyes, and a black headscarf. He’s holding the grumpig. It’s struggling something fierce.

“Your grumpig got out!”

“That’s not our grumpig.”

The grumpig wiggles it’s way out of his grasp. It’s orbs start glowing again. Masumi grabs the phone again.

Kazunari throws his jacket at it, something falling out of his pocket. A pokeball falls out and hits it. Shake… shake… shake… click.

“Nevermind. He caught it.” Masumi says into the phone.

Kazunari slowly picks up the pokeball and looks it over.

“Good job, Miyoshi. Now please get out.”

“Wow, so cold, Tsuzuroon.” He grabs his jacket and stands up before pausing. “Thank you, by the way.”

Before anyone can react as a grocery back is thrown through the door, hitting Kazunari in the chest and knocking him over. Another one is thrown and goes over his head.

“Christ!” Izumi enters the door.

“Izumi, why are you so angry?”

“Why?! I got a call telling me there’s a problem so I run from the grocery store all the way here and then I get another call saying it’s back and then “Oh, it’s fine now.” after I’ve already got here and I see two strangers with the kids. Pardon my french but putain je suis tellement fatigué que j'ai couru jusqu'ici, est-ce que c'est arrivé la première fois que je suis parti aussi? C'est quoi ce bordel.”

“Sorry, Ms. Tachibana, I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again, Ms. Tachibana.” Tsuzuru quickly says.

“So, who’re they?”

“Kaz-Kazunari Miyoshi, ma’am.”

“And you?”

“I’m Citron! I returned your grumpig!”

“Still not our grumpig.”

“Oh yeah, where is it?”

“Right here!” Kazunari shows off the pokeball. Izumi stares.

“Minagi. Minagi get the bat.”

“Hey, I couldn’t catch it before because I didn’t have any of my other pokemon on me so I had to run and then Tsuzuroon stepped in to save me! Please stop being mad.”

“Whatever. I got the groceries. Could you boys put them away? I’m tired from my impromptu run.”

They all start putting the stuff away. Citron walks over to Izumi.

“Huh? What do you want?”

“Here,” He says, presumably with a smile. “Pet ninetails. She’ll make you feel better.” He opens a pokeball and out pops a fluffy silver-blue ninetails.

“Huh. I’ve never seen a ninetails like that before.”

“This one lived on an arctic mountain. They adjusted to the colder temperatures and became ice types.”

“Okay… is she gonna curse me if I touch her?”

“No, not at all. At least not according to any texts I’ve read.”

“Alright.” She pets the fur. It’s soft and cold.

“I apologize for any inconvenience I’ve caused.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Alright,” Tsuzuru says. “Groceries are away.”

“Woah.” Sakuya stares in awe at the ninetails.

“Sick ninetails, Ronron.”

“No, I assure you she’s quite healthy.”

“He’s saying he likes it.”

“Thank you!”

“She’s so pretty!”

“She is, isn’t she? By the way, Izumi? Your french is impeccable, though your vocabulary is a bit crude.”

#a3! #a3! act! addict! actors! #a3! tsuzuru #a3! sakuya #a3! masumi #a3! izumi #a3! citron #a3! kazunari #act addict actors #act addict actors au #a3! fanfic

[jbbuckybarnes]

Burned into my mind

Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU (name on their wrist) Warnings: None, I think. Not Beta read.

M A S T E R L I S T

If there is one thing that has always been natural to you it was covering your left wrist. Not because of a dark past, not because you disliked your wrists, just because there was this name. Everyone had the name of their soulmate on their left wrist and while you didn’t mind finding your soulmate you didn’t want to pressure yourself and constantly be reminded of it was definitely pressure. And the last thing you wanted in a job surrounded by people was constant reminder of them knowing someone with that name. Most of the time you had your Fitbit, a watch or a thick bracelet over the cursive “James” on your wrist and the people around you were used to it. If they asked you explained to them that you wanted things to happen naturally. You weren’t desperate to know your soulmate. Sure, once you had him, that would be nice, but you could lead a normal life without him. You were just about to bring your empty coffee mug to the kitchen of the compound when a blob of color flew past you. Bucky. And then there was another more colorful blob shortly after. Steve. The only way you could tell them apart when they were running past you on top speed was their taste in clothing. Bucky had seemingly managed to get a cream pie into Steves face and you definitely needed to keep your reaction hidden. You had no fair chance of running away from the blonde giant of a man and you weren’t keen on getting cream pie onto your favorite shirt. “James Buchanan Barnes!” you heard the serious voice and instead of letting your eyes widen at the shock you swallowed it down. Sure, it could be Bucky, but James was a common name. And Bucky quite obviously didn’t have his left arm anymore, along with tons of past memories. You wondered if he had a soulmate in the 40s. There must’ve been a lucky girl with his name on her wrist. Maybe he could remember her and missed her. You shook your head to get out of your thoughts and vanished into the kitchen.

“Can I ask you something?” your small voice got his attention. Both of you were relaxing on the roof of the building by the quinjet. The last mission had been quick and you had ordered some food. “Sure.” a small smile formed on his face with an attentive look at you. “Do you remember your soulmate?” your tone was cautious of potentially hurting his feelings. His eyes weren’t in the now anymore for a while, “Never found her. She’s probably 100 or dead by now. If Hydra didn’t make me kill her.” “Do you remember her name?” your legs were by your chest now and your head on your knees. He nodded, “It’s burned into my mind like nothing else.” Without more context. That was his little secret and you totally understood. You would tell him the name on your wrist if he asked, but that was only because it was also his name. “Do you think she had your actual first name on her wrist or Bucky?” you smiled. “Probably my actual first name. I only started getting called Bucky when I began going to school.” he smiled into the distance. “I feel like nobody ever hears my actual name. My soulmate has it extra hard. An Avenger that doesn’t have their name on public record that much? Yeah. Sounds like a pain in the ass.” you both giggled. “He’s definitely missing out on you scream singing the Lion King intro multiple times per week.” he chuckled. “And my legendary cookies.” you smiled at him. “Y/N’s legendary cookies are an Avengers-only thing.” he looked at you with a serious face before you both broke into laughter. “He can have ONE. C’mon.” “I’ll steal them all before he can have one.” “Bucky with 10 cookies in his hoodie pocket. Not suspicious at all.” you grinned. “In those moments I appreciate that I can look scary.” a soft smile played on his lips. A few weeks later Pepper, Nat and Steve had actually managed to push the team to go on a small vacation together. “Bonding outside of the job,” they said. As if the didn’t live together at pretty much all times. “Who the hell picked India out of all countries?” Sam yelled. “Shut up, birdman. It’s a multicultural place that we can appreciate and pressure Tony to spend money in.” you came back at him which earned you a smirk from the two ex-spies in the room. “Varanasi. Never heard of that.” came from Wanda. “It’s a very spiritual city. Holds a lot of value for Hindus. Lots of cows, lot’s of spiritual places.” Vision, the wandering human internet gave a small rundown. “Sounds like a good place to calm down.” you shrugged. “Not really. It’s a place where tons of people go to die actually. But I guess we should learn more about their culture.” he explained. You left the room shortly after to pack some stuff. Busy streets, dogs, cows, dirt and a lot of praying people. That was your first impression of Varanasi. You had learned a bit more about the city on the flight there and you were definitely intrigued. “I’m excited for all the stuff that isn’t burning people and bathing. I like how they do it, very spiritual, but my western brain can’t handle the directness of burning dead people and drinking river water. But I also can’t handle basic christian church sometimes, so what’s new?” you let your brain go. “I hate to say it but I’m so down for the food and touristy stuff. And the cows.” Nat smirked. “I hope you all have good shoes.” Tony yelled from the pilot seat. “Combat boots.” the group of people yelled back. “We’re here.” Clint now yelled. You were greeted with masses of people and animals, quite a few of the people were asking if you wanted things and you kindly shook your head. It didn’t take long for Nat, Wanda and you to be decked in vibrant fabrics. “Glass Beads,” you said and the three of you looked into the direction of the shop you had just found. “Those are prettyyy.” “You can get them engraved with your initials. Charges them spiritually.” the old man that owned the shop explained to you. You loved to collect all kinds of spiritual and handmade things and this was right up your ally. “I need your full name.” “Y/F/N Y/N Y/L/N.” you smiled and looked at Bucky’s reaction from your peripheral vision. His mouth stood slightly open and he looked between you and the glass bead bracelet you held out to the man. “I’ll be right back.” the man smiled with your dark blue bracelet in his hand. You stayed in a more luxurious place a bit further away from the city. It was a bit like a resort. The team was definitely grateful for that after the culture shock they had just been faced with. You were sitting on the porch of your little house, overlooking an insanely pretty lake. Soft steps came towards you and a tired Bucky sat down next to you on the bench. “You look pretty in a sari,” he smiled at the beautiful silk sari you were still wearing. “Thanks. Definitely makes me feel pretty. I mean look at it.” you went over the pretty patterns. “Where’s the bracelet?” he asked and you held out your left arm with a proud smile. “Why didn’t you buy one?” “Wouldn’t wear it.” a shrug. “I think it would look cool on your arm.” you pointed at his left wrist. “Well, I don’t have anything to cover there.” he rubbed over the space that had his soulmates name on it once. “Do you think you’ll be without a soulmate? Or do you think she’s alive and actually synced up to your weird life?” you smiled. “I think she lives. I know she does.” he grinned down at the blank space. “I didn’t see the name since I lost my arm and I can’t think of anything else that was burned into my mind like it.” He looked up at you with a little frown, “Y/N? What name is on you wrist? I know you don’t like to talk about it, but...we talked about this so much and you never told me.” “It’s in the top 10 of most common English names. Could be anyone.” you shrugged before pushing the glass beads down and the band of your watch up. His name was written across your wrist in cursive and a wall of overwhelm hit him. Visibly. “I know, it’s also your name, but…” you shrugged and looked towards the lake again. “Y/A/N.” he stared at you cause he couldn’t keep himself from doing so. “Hm?” you looked back into his direction. “Y/A/N, that’s the name that I’ve have burned into my mind.” he was searching for your eyes. “Really?” you finally met his eyes with a little frown. “That’s the last topic I would joke about, Y/N.” he said serious. You needed to laugh, earning a confused look from him. “Wow, we really made this harder than it needed to be.” A soft smile came onto his face with a nod before he took your left hand again. “Wish you could see mine.” his finger went over his name. “You can be damn lucky that I like your metal arm without the name on it just as much.” you smiled up at him, making him blush. “God, I didn’t know you were capable of blushing.” you said fake shocked. He grabbed you to shut you up but you only started giggling more. “There’s probably a picture of you from back then, right? Why don’t you get the name tattooed onto your right wrist?” you smiled up. “Only if you let me take you out to my favorite places in Brooklyn.” he smiled at you on his lap. “I can get behind that, James.” you said his name extra sweet. He stared at your lips for a second before his eyes shifted up, “Can I kiss you?” With a short nod warm lips were landing on yours and you suddenly understood why he was such a lady killer back in the day. Not too innocent, not too intense, just sweet but loving. “You’re gonna have to shave.” you blinked up at him and got a chuckle back. “Fine.” he wanted to sound annoyed but that was impossible with the big happy grin on his face and his left hand caressing your face.

M A S T E R L I S T

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[uh-mozzaza]

CATE DOES PIZZA MOZZARELLA MAKE IT TO TOP 5 OR BOTTOM 5? does the public cheer for it or boo it since europeans gatekeep any american from entering eurovision at all costs? even if he's gay married to an european?

okay, here’s the rundown of the timeline of the Eurovision AU

- Gyro and Johnny, and they were band mates! (oh my god they were band mates)

- they have this shitty two-man band, both double up as vocalists and smashing instruments around until it resembles music, Gyro is the genius lyricist and composer, Johnny provides important insight -I think there should be more “zolas” here”. Their style is between post-grunge folk and alternative indie-punk, as the press would later describe them

- they become famous on italian youtube parody videos

- they get invited to Sanrem0 Festival, the italian song contest, as a publicity stunt meant to draw the younger audience in

- somehow, the song they bring “Pizza Mozzarella” actually slaps. It’s just so goddam catchy. The critics tore it down the first evening, but soon it became a public favorite, the more you listen to it, the more you can’t help but sing along. Rella rella rella rella rella rella

- they win the italian song contest, Italy’s next 8 months will  be plagued by that song on every radio

- the interview after the win, the pivotal question: “Will you guys go to the Eurovision?”

- their manager, Wekapipo, is skeptic. Sure, the song is weird enough to become soon a Euro darling, but everyone knows about the US-phobia of the Eurovision. Israel? Sure! Australia? Let them in! But America? Ugh, canceled on sight. They would be booed off the stage, dishonor on them, dishonor on their country, dishonor on their horses!

- while Wekapipo is droning on, and showing them various clips of past shows as examples, an idea dawns on Gyro’s mind. Sure, they might dislike American stuff at the Eurovision, but they absolutely adore gay stuff. The gayer, the merrier! And what if an American could be... redeemed? Un-americanized, and given a european citizenship, for example... through gay marriage?

- they agree to pull the stunt, but they gotta go BIG and BOLD, they gotta sell the story. They do it all, photos of them going on intimate dates get “accidentally” leaked to the press, social media posts teasing something more, Johnny making a public declaration of love in front of the cameras, tears and all, and finally a big, fat, Neapolitan wedding. As Johnny pushes the wheelchair along the aisle, the organ is playing a cover of one of their old songs, the one that only true hardcore fans will know

- Johnny gets his official italian citizenship in record time, and then it’s off to the Eurovision

- The competition is hard, like the stoic HP with their stoic power ballad, but especially that Diego, whom Johnny and Gyro despise, the first good candidate Englad has had since the start of the Eurovision

- I am already getting tired writing this, so I’ll jump forward to the last show night, just imagine various interviews and gaudy clothes (and pining I guess). Pizza Mozzarella is a fan favorite of the public, and Johnny and Gyro make it to the top podium (Diego is there too, but there is discourse on whether he’s there because his song about dinosaurs that is a metaphor for society is good, or if it’s good for England standards and everyone was just blinded by that fact).

- They’re about to reveal the winner, but WAIT! We are getting an communication from the organizers, apparently... there’s an infiltrator! AN AMERICAN! All hell breaks loose, the public gasps, the participants throw each other suspicious gazes, the entire of Europe holds their breath

- The villain of this story is Magenta Magenta, cause I think he’s funny and he deserves more love. He was bitter that his ex(-manager) Wekapipo had throw him and his promising career in nu synthpop out of the window to focus on the rising duo of Johnny and Gyro, and Magenta Magenta wanted petty revenge. He made an anonymous call to the Eurovision jury, and revealed to them that the Italian participants were a ruse! Fake! Cheaters! They weren’t lovey dovey newlyweds, but lying snakes, they had gotten a flash marriage just to get into the contest through a loophole!

- So Johnny and Gyro get called out in front of 190 millions of people, you know, it’s chill no pressure at all. So they gotta come clean, admit that yeah, it had all been fake and they’re only way to get to sing there. The public is enraged, and starts booing them. That’s when Gyro gets angry, and tells them all to go fuck themselves, bunch of exclusionary assholes, they don’t even realize how great and smart and deadpan funny Johnny is, and basically it’s a very sweet declaration ; _ ; the public is moved and awwws, the presenter dabs away the tears as the two embrace on stage

- But justice doesn’t listen to the heart U_U and the jury deliberates that the duo must be disqualified, the Eurovision is once again free from American influence

- Pocoloco, from Australia, brings home the prize

- But it’s not too bad, they might have not gotten the prize, but the found love and public that loves their music, so now they get to tour around making concerts

#if this looks like a long post about me throwing shade at englad: #it is #I apologize to english followers I mean no harm you guys have very good biscuits #also there is the whole prequel I didn't go into with Trish rapping her daddy issues on stage while 3 guys breakdance in the background #she also doesn't win CAUSE WHEN HAS EUROVISION EVER SHOWN ITALY THE RESPECT IT DESERVES WE'VE BEEN IN THE TOP 10 FOR YEARS AND WE HAVEN'T WO #N ONCE THAT'S JUST BECAUSE WE STILL SING IN ITALIAN UNLIKE A BUNCH OF SOLD OUT COWAR- I'm gonna stop

[skylarmoon71]

Nick Amaro x Reader- Chapter 1

So, I had a really crazy idea. I love The Flash and Law and Order, so I decided why not do a crossover story with my two favorite television series. Please enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own either shows, all rights go to their respective owners.

“Rollins, Amaro, Fin, Carisi, come and meet our newest Detective. All the way from Central City.” Olivia was introducing you to her team. Ever since you’d put in the request at your precinct you were eager to join. The Special Victims Unit was your first choice. Joe asked multiple times if you were positive this was the career you wanted to pursue. 

He’d been a cop for ages, he knew this unit was a tough one. Having worked with them on a few cases and heard stories on others. You were adamant on coming here, and he had faith that you could be an asset, he just wanted you to make sure you knew what you were getting yourself into. 

It was endearing to say the least. You held out your hand, greeting all of the other members of your new team. “It’s nice to meet you, “I’m (Y/N), (L/N). I’m really looking forward to working with all of you.” You shook their hands one by one. When you got to the man with dark hair you blushed a little. He had a sturdy grip, and a very kind smile. 

“Nick Amaro. So Central City huh, where is that in Ohio?”

“Missouri. “you corrected with a smile. 

“What made you come to Special Victims? Liv said you were on the homicide task force.”

“Just a change in scenery I guess.” That was partially true. 

“Yeah, I heard a lot of crazy stuff happens there. A guy that can run faster than the speed of light. The press there really are eccentric.” Amanda pipped in You giggled. You were glad they thought it was a poor attempt to attract tourists. If you told them half the things you experienced, you were positive they wouldn’t believe you. It was partially the reason for your departure. You were tired of super powered villains, you needed a rest. Plus Cisco and Barry had more back up, Ralph and Killer Frost were a part of their superhero squad now, they could handle things without you. 

“Well, today just get settled in. We’ve been a man down since Mike moved to the terrorism task force. “ You nod, walking over to the desk Olivia was guiding you to. You smiled, dropping your bag on the table. “I’ll bring in my stuff tomorrow.” you stated. Olivia handed you your badge and gun and your smile widened. “Wow..” you took it gratefully. “Thank you Lieutenant, I’m so happy to be here, I’m going to do my best to make you proud. “ Olivia smiled at your excitement. 

“Let’s hope this job doesn’t take away that beautiful smile of yours. “ you looked down a bit bashful at her compliment. She gestured to someone. Carisi  walked over, dropping a hand on your shoulder. 

“Show (Y/N) The ropes. Carisi here will be your tour. I’ll figure out who to partner you up with tomorrow.” 

“That’s great. Thank you boss!” Olivia couldn’t help but find your enthusiasm adorable.

Sonny chuckled. “I remembered what it was like being the new kid. You’re gonna fit right in. Follow me.” you did, as he guided you around the precinct explaining the basics. 

You met a couple other officers, and even stopped by the District Attorney’s office. Carisi knocked on the door, and a deep come in echoed on the other side. He opened it and you were met with man. His eyes were directed on the files on his desk. They lifted when he saw who walked in. “Detective, do we have a case already, and here I thought I’d be having a quiet day in. “ 

Carisi laughed at the man’s statement. “This is our newest member Counselor, just giving her the rundown.” The man stood from his seat, running a hand down his tie as he did. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Although I have to warn you this is no easy job. I’m Rafael Barba.”

You took his outstretched hand, introducing yourself. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. Barba. I’m looking forward to working with you all.” He gave a small smirk. “Ah, I see. I guarantee you won’t be thinking that in a few months.” your brows furrowed. “Excuse me?” Carisi waved his hand. 

“Don’t mind him, let’s continue on.” Carisi ushered you out the door a little too quickly, not before sending a glare at Barba for trying to scare you off. “That guy, I wonder if he realizes we actually want you to work for us.” 

“It’s okay, I appreciate him trying to warn me. If I’m being honest my old captain was a bit hesitant on letting me go. But I really think I can make a difference here.”

“Liv told me. From the recommendation you sent it seems you’re a good worker. Your record was impressive. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you leave? I’m no expert but people don’t just uproot themselves because they’re tired of the shrubs.” 

Ah, you were expecting this. Now you needed a good cover. You didn’t want your fresh start to be based on lies, but how were you going to explain to them what you could do without them throwing you into a mental facility, or worse yet the government finding out about said abilities. Neither choice was desirable in your case. So, you decided to give him a half truth. The half you had an easier time disclosing, even if it was personal. 

“The truth is Carisi, I was adopted.” He looked a bit guilty, like he crossed some line. For a few seconds he didn’t say anything, then he finally found words. “Sorry, I didn’t know. It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it.” you shook your head with a smile. “You don’t have to apologize, it’s in my file. You would find out sooner or later.” Your reaction to the conversation made him relax a bit. 

“Truth is I have no idea who my birth parents are, but I do have people I consider family back home. My old captain, he was the father I always wanted. He looked out for me, taught me everything I know. I just wanted a chance to use what he taught me to become someone he could be proud of.”  

Carisi smiled. “I’m sure he'd be proud of the person you are now, and will become in the future.” you returned his warm look. “Thank you Sonny.” he seemed happy at the way you addressed him, and for the rest of the day Carisi and you moved through the department easily. When the day was finally over you gave a sigh. 

You were packing up, watching as the other members slowly but surely made their exit. 

“See you tomorrow newbie.” Fin called. You waved. “You too!” you answered. Fin smiled at your response. You were a bit younger than the rest of them, which explained why you had a constant smile on your face. When you secured all your belongings you moved to Olivia’s office. 

You stepped through the open door.” I’m turning in boss, I’ll be here bright and early tomorrow, ready to start.” you assured. She removed her glasses. 

“Alright, make sure and get some rest. These cases often take a lot. “ You nod, bidding her goodbye. You walked through the halls to the elevator, stepping in. When you got in you noticed there was someone already in there. The detective pushed a button, stepping closer to you. 

“Mr. Amaro.” you acknowledged. He chuckled at the way you addressed him. “Please, just call me Nick. I’m not that old yet.” you flushed. 

“Y-Yes of course. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it. I get it. It’s your first day so you’re trying to find some level ground with everyone. We’ve all been there. It’ll get easier, just give it time. Fin and Carisi already seem to like you. Amanda thinks you’re a secret badass under all the smiles. And Liv looks at you like a puppy she needs to protect. “ you giggled at his evaluations. “I’m glad they like me. Carisi is very interesting. He invited me for dinner, says he’s a great cook. “ 

“The guy is something else, already hitting on you.” you shook your head. 

“I don’t think that was it. My radar is usually spot on. I think he’s just glad he’s no longer the new guy.” you informed. Nick snickered at the statement and the elevator dinged, you stepped out, Nick walking at your side. 

“So how are you liking New York so far, everything you expected?” Nick opened the door for you and as soon as you stepped out the chill hit you. 

“It’s as cold as I heard, that’s for sure.” You clenched your coat closer to your body, shoving your hands in your pockets. 

“Trust me, it only gets worse from here.” You could see the mist coming from his breath, despite that he didn’t seem affected by the temperature. 

“Thanks for the heads up.” you joked. You were walking down the streets of New York, talking back and forth with Nick. He was surprisingly easy to talk to. And he seemed to be weighing on what to ask. You could sense there was a question he was itching to ask, maybe the same one Carisi did earlier that day. He didn’t though. You stopped walking when you got to the end of a street, waiting for the sign to change. Just as the light did a scream was heard. Your head whipped behind and so did Nick’s.

“My bag!!” a woman screamed. There was a man running through the crowd, coming in your direction. He was shoving everyone in his path. You went into cop mode almost immediately. You weren’t sure how he knew, but he must have sensed you and Nick were cops. When his eyes connected with Nick, he turned in the opposite direction. “NYPD!!” Nick yelled, taking off after the mugger. You weren’t very far behind him. You knew at his distance Nick wouldn’t catch up in time, even at the speed he was moving. You bit on your lip.

“Guess I have no choice.” your eyes glowed for a brief moment, and you focused in the mugger’s direction. All at once he went tumbling to the floor. People scrambled away from him and Nick grabbed him before he could take offa again.

He pulled him off the ground, forcing his hands behind his back. In seconds the guy was in cuffs, the purse he grabbed now laying on the ground. When you finally got to them you picked up the bag, smiling at Nick. 

“That was exhilarating for my first day on the job.” Nick smiled, turning back to the thief. He groaned when shoved him forward. “You have the right to remain silent.”

You were definitely going to like it here. 

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Home | Pt. 3

• Pairing: Namjoon x Hybrid!Yoongi (Platonic!) • Genre: Fluff | Hybrid!AU • Words: 4,3k • Disclaimer: a tiny bit of anxiety and insomnia

written with @cassiavioletblue

↳ Namjoon watched Yoongi strutting after him over his shoulder and sighed. He couldn’t believe he’s really done it; paying too much money for a hybrid that would bite him if given the chance when all he had wanted was a cute, little - very much harmless - kitten to begin with.

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Namjoon woke from the sudden sound of a window closing shut with a bang, making him jerk up in an instant, his heart beating fast against his chest.

“Fox?” He called out for the hybrid, as he still had no name for him, so Namjoon thought calling him just ‘Fox’ was the only right thing to do. He got up slowly, blinking his eyes to see better in the dark when he noticed that the hybrid wasn’t sleeping next to the air cooler on the pillows. Namjoon quickly ran from where he suspected that the noise had come from and gasped when he saw the chair on the table, the window hitting the roof repeatedly from the wind. “Oh no,” Namjoon ran back into the hallway, grabbed his key and the leash and ran out onto the front lawn.

“Fox?” He called out once more, looking left and right. Namjoon couldn’t help but feel scared, not necessarily because of his hybrid hurting anyone, but of humans that could want to hurt him - or cars that he didn’t see in his haste.

“Fuck,” Namjoon chose one direction and ran ahead. He had really thought that the arctic fox had maybe liked his home, his food and would stay with him. In a way and just in a few hours, Namjoon had hoped that he would want to keep him company. That he maybe could open up to him. He chuckled to himself, as he turned the corner. He should have taken that sweet little cat instead. But he couldn't fool himself, he would have taken that hybrid over anything. His heart had decided in that moment. If Jimin or Hoseok would see him now, they would tease him about his ‘save the world’ issues again and how he was trying to make it right for everyone. Even for little white arctic foxes that were stubborn and defiant.

...

Yoongi stayed in the shadows, sneaking from house to house feeling like he could breathe more easily the further he got from his owner’s home. He needed to cross the river to get to the other part of the city. Because where Namjoon lived was the ‘nice’ part, he would definitely find more exclusive food in those dumpsters – but the police would be here within minutes because he would stand out like a sore thumb. On the other side though where the skyscrapers were piling up and the rundown parks and the concrete jungle were the norm lived, he just had to steal an old oversized parka with a hood to hide his ears and tail and he would be like the people who lived there and seamlessly blend into their lives. It wasn’t less risky to be there because there were gangs and drugs and all the other stuff you could find at the edge of the city but hybrid catchers normally didn’t went there – unless they were called.

Yoongi planned the route in his head, getting closer to his goal by the minute. He was quiet, listening, searching for any hint that told him that there were humans around. He didn’t have the luxury to stay in the shadows completely right now, he needed to cross streets and walk over illuminated sidewalks to get where he needed to be and he had to get there till morning or else Namjoon might have a chance to find him so he needed to be quick but also careful and he tried his best.

But it wasn’t enough.

He hadn’t heard them, hadn’t gotten any kind of smell because the street smell was so pungent (gasoline and tar and dirt) that he only saw them when it was too late and he had already stepped out of the shadows. It were policemen of all people. Both leaning against the hood of their car, one writing a text, the other looking up as if he was stargazing. They looked at each other, equally surprised and Yoongi reflexively brought his hand to his throat. But he was too late. He could see that the men had seen it: He didn’t wear a collar. Which was mandatory and maybe if he had jumped over his shadow and had taken the collar he had gotten in the pet shop with him even though he never wanted to wear one of those things again then he might have been able to talk his way out of this and explain why he was out, alone, at a time like this. But realistically he didn’t have a chance like this. So he ran.

They followed right on his heel and as fast as they could. A straying hybrid wasn’t something they could just ignore. They had to call a vet, get the hybrid somewhere safe or to an animal shelter. They caught up quickly. Yoongi had thought that he would be able to outpace them because he was fast and he used all the smaller streets where they couldn’t follow him by car but in this part of the city there were street lamps all over and comfortably broad streets with basically no useful backyards so they chased him down again and he ran as fast as he could and tried to push himself further and further because if he didn’t then all of this had been in vain...

His lungs were burning but he wouldn’t give up, he couldn’t, because if he didn’t outrun them and he got caught and they would sent him back to the pet shop..

The fear gripped Yoongi`s heart like an icy claw and he stumbled, losing focus and landing hard on the asphalt. He could hear the screeching of tires and when he was back on his feet there was a voice yelling at him, “Don’t move, fox or we will shoot!”

Yoongi stood motionless, panting. Everything in him screamed to flee, to run or at least try so that they wouldn’t get him. But he wasn’t stupid. He didn’t want to die. He wanted to live! Why couldn’t they just let him live! He pressed a hand over his mouth to keep from sobbing and heard a little click as the other man cocked his gun. It was over. They would shoot him if he didn’t comply and then he would die on the asphalt so far from home... he turned around and surrendered. They grabbed him by his arms and dragged the fox back to their vehicle to secure him. “Do you have an owner?” One of the policeman asked, trying to look for anything that could give away to whom the hybrid belonged to.

But Yoongi kept his lips sealed.

“He belongs to me!” Namjoon shouted breathlessly. He had seen the police lights down the street, running towards it on instinct. This wasn’t a bad part of town, at least not normally and Namjoon had somehow felt it in his guts that it could be Yoongi. The police had to take in stray animals, especially hybrid ones. “He’s m-mine…” Coming to a halt in front of the police men, he waved the leash around, supporting him with a hand on his knee from running so much. “It’s not his fault, really. It’s mine…he’s new and he didn’t know where we were. Midnight walk and all... I just got him.” Namjoon explained quickly, when the police man had raised his hand. “You know sir it is dangerous to others if you leave your pet running around like that, especially one that is predatory.”

Yoongi had almost felt relieved when he saw Namjoon - if his heart hadn’t ached so much and his lungs had been burning like he had just run for his life. In a way he had. He let Namjoon put the collar around his neck without any fight. He had no choice, really. Not with the police close by. It felt even heavier than he remembered.

Namjoon nodded in understanding and quickly put the collar around Yoongi while they were still holding the fox, but he couldn’t help himself but adding, “He’s not my pet, sir. He’s my hybrid.” He took the leash and let Yoongi step away from the men holding him, “There’s a difference.”

The policeman eyed him skeptically but didn’ reprimand him any further. It would mean lots of formalities to take them both to the department and the fox hadn’t really done anything wrong except for running away so he was able to let them both go like this. “Please take care Sir. Have a nice evening.” They both got back into their car, switching off the blue light and sirens and then drove away.

Yoongi walked besides Namjoon, ears and tail hanging low and eyes on the asphalt. He felt like someone was slowly, painfully choking him out.

Namjoon could feel the sadness coming from Yoongi in waves and he couldn’t help but feel defeated. He had tried, he really did but the white fox hadn’t even given him a real chance to make it a home for him. Namjoon quickly made a run for the kitchen, opening the fridge to get Yoongi a bottle of water because he figured he had been running a lot, when he saw the note the other had left there. He took it from the table, his heart beating fast as he read the shaky written letters. Freedom. Namjoon averted his gaze, folding the paper to put it into the back of his pocket. He lead the fox back to the pillow fort and turned on the cooler, leash still in hand as he sat down in front of him.

Yoongi had gone back home with him, waiting for the door to get locked behind him. Where else should he go. He hadn’t even managed to leave the quarter.

He was stuck here.

Caught.

Yoongi was afraid what Namjoon would do with him for trying to run and he tried to not let it show, his face an impassive mask. However the shudders that ran through him gave away how much he feared the punishment. He hadn’t seen any of the electronic sticks in Namjoon’s apartment yet but he must have bought something at the pet store to keep him in check. He didn’t want to find out what it was. But no matter what Namjoon did he wouldn’t cry. He had sworn himself that he would never cry in front of a human again, he wouldn’t ...he couldn’t... god it was so hard not to cry even now!

When Namjoon sat him down onto the bed he looked up at him, ready to accept whatever the other would do just to get this over with - because he felt like nothing could hurt as badly as realizing that your life was over. He could have realized it in the pet shop but something inside of him had still burned, still yearned to break free. He wasn’t sure if he could hold onto that any longer now.

“I am sorry,” Namjoon averted his gaze, licking over his lips nervously, “That people made you scared and hurt you, but I won’t. I really don’t want to hurt you. And…and in a way I understand, this is probably not the way you want to live.” He waved his hand around, pointing at his living room. “Why did you run away? You could have gotten hurt. Fox, I…” Namjoon stopped, deeply gazing into the hybrids eyes and then he understood. It felt like a small stab in his heart and Namjoon tried to gulp down the hurt he felt in this moment. “You don’t want to stay.” He concluded, “No matter what I do, right?” Namjoon wiped over his face, trying not to show how close it hit to home. “I…I know someone. A friend of mine. I can show you a picture tomorrow if you want. He has a farm…a really big one and the animals and hybrids there, they live freely with him. It’s really beautiful there.” He smiled at Yoongi and leaned in to reach for the collar, “Promise me not to run away again, okay? I will bring you somewhere safe. Somewhere where no one can imprison you. It will be your decision then but please wait until you see it…if you don’t want to go, then you’re free, okay? I…I won’t force you to stay.” Biting his lip, Namjoon kept it from trembling as he loosened the collar and got up. He ignored the sudden blur in his vision and the burn behind his eyes and turned around. “Please, think about it. Good night, Fox.”

To his surprise Namjoon started talking to him as if he wanted to understand, as if Yoongi’s opinion counted. He kept silent, still scared and wary and...lost but Namjoon didn’t hit him, didn’t threaten him, didn’t hurt him. Instead he told him that he might know a place where he could run and live and be a fox and despite better knowledge Yoongi started to hope. Just a teeny tiny little spark that he couldn’t push down. Then Namjoon turned, ready to leave him alone, placing the water bottle right besides Yoongi and this was what finally broke his defenses.

He had run and caused trouble with the police and Namjoon had chased after him in the middle of the night, found an excuse for him and then after everything he had to do because of him he wasn’t even angry or mean but gave him hope and water in case he needed it. If this was just a plot to make him trust him and to break his heart even harder later then Yoongi would risk it, just for the sake of that small flame of hope coming alive in his chest. It might be worth it, even if it might just last for a little while.

“Yoongi” He whispered, only barely loud enough for Namjoon to hear. “That’s my name.”

Namjoon turned to look over his shoulder with a faint smile. “Nice to meet you, Yoongi.” Not wanting to stretch it out even further, he simply turned and walked upstairs to his bedroom. He was tired and exhausted anyways. Namjoon sighed deeply when he fell into bed, not even really caring about pulling the blanket in, he’d probably kick it away anyways. Nonetheless, there was a smile on his lips.

...

The nightmares were something Namjoon had for a while now. It had gotten worse lately. His anxiety forming into bad dreams haunting him at night, making him sometimes mumble, kick or scream in his sleep before he woke up with a heavy heart and mind and sweat dripping down his forehead. That was one of the reasons why everyone had told him to get a pet. To have company. It was easier for him to sleep next to someone, the heartbeat of another person calming Namjoon and the cushion he was pulling in now could only give him so much.

Yoongi actually enjoyed his pillowfort, pulling the blanket completely over his form so that it made him feel like a den and then curled into himself. He sighed comfortably. Namjoon was a complete set of stairs away so he would wake in time if the other came back down which meant he was safe enough to actually properly fall asleep. Sleeping in the pet shop had been horrible because of all the different animals and the humming of the electricity and the cold metal bars of the cage on his back, because he needed to feel something on his back to feel safe but of course the bars only made it worse because one could still reach through and touch him... so this was like heaven. He comfortably curled his tail up to his face so that he could hold onto it and have fur under his fingertips and then he fell asleep quicker than he had ever done before since he had been captured.

It had seemed like a calm night.

Namjoon felt content that Yoongi had decided to open up to him, the exhaustion settling into his body and making him fall asleep...until the very early morning when he was running in his dreams again. Fast. Faster. He just needed to be quicker than whatever was behind him. He couldn’t see it, he never really could but Namjoon could feel it. Everything in Namjoon screamed for him not to let it get to close or else it would swallow him whole. Mumbling something in his sleep, Namjoon whipped around. He needed to be quicker. He screamed and with that scream, Namjoon sat upright in his bed like all the nights before, panting heavily, his heart threatening to just fail on him.

Yoongi was up on his paws within seconds, his tail puffed up in distress, ears pressed flat against his head. The scream had sounded horrible, full of fear and desperation. It had cut right through his sweetest dream and ripped him back into reality. It was Namjoon who had screamed like that, he had recognized his voice. And even now with his ears flat and a whole set of stairs between them he could still hear Namjoon panting and rustling with his bed sheets. Yoongi carefully stalked closer, sniffing the air. No one could have come inside, he would have woken up, smell another person in here. But what he could smell was fear, strong and sickeningly sweet. Namjoon was scared. He must have had a nightmare. Yoongi was stunned.

So Namjoon trying to fall asleep in front of the TV before hadn’t been an accident and the human had trouble sleeping. He wondered what is was that haunted him. He had half a mind to go upstairs and ask if he was okay but who knew how the other would react when he was frightened so he rather stayed down here and listened. Soon enough Namjoon’s feet hit the floor as the other apparently got out of bed. Yoongi waited - and then he realized that the footsteps came his direction and that Namjoon would soon round the corner and see him at the foot of the stairs. Yoongi quickly turned, running into the very next room, which was the kitchen - realizing his mistake too late. Namjoon wasn’t going to the bathroom. He would come in here, to drink. His quickly tried to flatten his tail that was still puffy from before and then acted nonchalantly as if it was totally normal to stand in the kitchen and do nothing in the middle of the night.

Namjoon sighed deeply as he tiptoed down the stairs, hoping not to wake up the hybrid, but it was too late, when he saw him standing pressed against the kitchen counter. “Ah, Yoongi,” He clasped his heart, “Don’t scare me like that in the dark. Are you alright?” Namjoon couldn’t help himself but look up at the window to see if the other had tried to escape again but found it closed to his own surprise. He opened the counter to get a glass and filled it with tap water, looking at Yoongi over the edge. “You couldn’t sleep or…” Namjoon blushed, averting his gaze as it hit him. Yoongi probably had heard his scream and it scared him, just as much as his dream had frightened himself. “I...I am sorry if I woke you up. Please don’t be scared...I just have nightmares sometimes. And trouble with sleeping in general. I don’t know.” He shrugged his shoulders, quickly taking another sip from the water again. “Don’t worry about it.”

"Yeah, I noticed." His tail twitched nervously with them both standing together in the kitchen like that. Maybe it was the darkness that made him feel bold or the way Namjoon acted; almost as if he was ashamed for his nightmares. "What are they about then?" He stared at Namjoon, eyes gleaming like gemstones in the dimmed light. "What are you afraid of? Me?"

Namjoon shook his head immediately, “No, of course not. I always struggled with my sleeping schedule...always been like that and it gets worse when I’m stressed out and stuff.” He smiled at Yoongi reassuringly, placing the cup back on the counter. “You don’t have to worry about me, please.” Namjoon leaned over to the window, seeing how the sun was slowly starting to rise, dipping the street into a beautiful morning light. “I don’t think I can go back to sleep, guess I’ll just start my day earlier then.” Namjoon reached out for Yoongi, stopping mid-ways as he realized what he had wanted to do, fighting the urge to just ruffle through the others hair and quickly pulled back his hand. “Do you need anything? Y-you can still sleep. I’ll get my laptop and work upstairs. And maybe some coffee.”

Yoongi immediately tensed when Namjoon reached out for him without warning, getting even more confused when the other changed his mind midways and turned away. He had no idea what to make of Namjoon's behaviour. He was definitely nicer than Yoongi could have ever dreamt of (if he wouldn't show a different side of him later) but sometimes it felt as if Namjoon didn't know how to act himself. He ignored Namjoons question (he wouldn't be able to sleep when he knew that the other was awake anyway) and instead asked bluntly, "Namjoon? What did you get me for? Why did you buy me even though I scratched you. At first I thought you might like the idea of breaking a rebellious spirit - but that's not it, is it?"

Namjoon stopped, turning back to look at Yoongi and then simply shrugged his shoulders. “Honestly, I am not so sure.” He chuckled to himself and went over to his coffee machine pulling out the filter while he was talking and filling it up with new coffee, “You know...I wanted to get a cat. Hence all the cat stuff around...excuse that, please. I had a sleepless night and bought everything I thought I would need.” Namjoon smiled over his shoulder towards the hybrid, before pushing the red button to make the water boil and soon give him his delicious bitter nectar that he needed to stay awake. “It was an idea of a friend of mine a while back to get a pet. I first thought about a dog, then about a cat, more precisely a kitten.” Turning back around, he added in a mumble, “So, I wouldn’t be so alone anymore in this house.” Leaning against the kitchen counter, Joon turned to look at Yoongi, “And I knew they were lying about you. About where you came from...I couldn’t just leave you there, I guess. It was a quick decision...I don’t know what came over me but then I was starting to like the idea. I think you have the fluffiest and most prettiest ears i’ve seen. And it was my fault after all that you scratched me. I should have asked you if you were alright with it."

Yoongi's eyes widened as Namjoon spoke so openly with him. So the other had been lonely - and then reacted on instinct. If this was true then Yoongi was the luckiest hybrid he knew. He flushed deeply and suddenly when Namjoon complimented his ears, moving them back and forth in embarrassment. He was very proud of the thickness of his fur but he hadn't been able to take care of it as much as he would have liked. "It would be even softer and fluffier if you'd let me take a bath," He mumbled shyly and then quickly changed the subject, "And you're right, I wasn't raised to be a pet. I was born free somewhere close to the suburbs. When there was no more food I had to get closer to people - and they caught me." It was easy to talk to Namjoon when the other looked so harmless, soft and sleepy with his eyes a little glassy.

“I am sorry,” A soft, apologetic, smile played on his lips and Namjoon nodded outside of the kitchen, not wanting to dig deeper, yet when Yoongi just started to open up. “Well, I told you, you could simply use either the bathroom down- or upstairs...though I only have a bathtub in the one right next to my bedroom. You’re free to use it. Do you want me to get you any kind of special shampoo or...wanna just use mine? I got some kind of kitten shampoo there, too? It’s for extra soft and fluffy fur?” He scrunched up his nose cutely, letting his dimples show, before explaining the way to the bathroom although he was sure Yoongi would find it easily, there were only three rooms upstairs - his office, the bedroom and the master bathroom. Yoongi played with the end of his tail in thought. Fur wasn’t exactly human hair so he probably was better off with the kitten stuff even though he felt a little embarrassed asking for it. “I think… fluffy fur sounds good.”

“I’ll prepare breakfast for us in a bit, so take your time with cleaning. Oh and,” Namjoon spoke up, making Yoongi turn again, “I’ll try to reach Taehyung in a bit. He’s always up early...so we’ll get you your freedom back and make sure you’re safe.” With that he turned to get out a pan, eggs and some bacon, starting to prepare some food.

Yoongi was glad that the one with the bathtub was upstairs because it would make him feel safer to know that there was no one around while he was undressing. He folded his clothes into a neat pile and then let in the water. When he sunk in tub he sighed in pure bliss. It had been ages since he had been able to get into water and the little lakes close to the city were either filled with bracky water or used for swimming by humans.

This though, this was absolute heaven!

A/N: There we go again! What do you guys think? Will Yoongi open up and stay until Namjoon can show him Tae’s farm? Also who’s ready to meet Tae and his hybrids ;) 

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